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The Saxon Maiden
~ or ~
Enough already, Sydney! Just do
led her newly purchased Slave-Dancer across the Common Room and
"The wind effects worked perfectly," Cody remarked.
"Yeah," Cricket agreed. "Of course, they ought to have
and Hannah spent most of last Wednesday afternoon fiddling with
positioning of the mini-fans."
Jillian turned and smiled at her Elven retainers. "As a
principle, all that's required with special effects is to not
suspension-of-disbelief. Pilar was
in such a, shall we say, suggestible
state that any breeze at
all would have been enough to trigger her imagination. She
probably thought she was in the middle of a whirlwind."
"Especially since it sounded
whirlwind," Cricket giggled.
Cody reached over and slapped
butt-cheek. "Good job, Hannah," she purred.
Hannah swiveled her gagged head and glared at the grinning Wood-Elf.
Jillian chuckled, then clapped her hands. "Okay,
Alice, get started with the
The chained and bit-harness gagged Princess heaved a
pathetic sigh... and started clearing the tables.
"I'll help," Cody volunteered.
Jillian turned to Cricket. "And as for you..."
The diminutive Elf was already heading for the stage
know, rendezvous with the Scholar and get ready to tease,
ravish, and roger Pilar 'til
dawn. It's a dirty rotten job..."
Jillian laughed, headed for the
steps, herself, then for the Common Room's main exit,
most direct route to the guest wing. "I'm going to check
Earl and his new toy," she called back over her shoulder,
addressing the room in general. "Good job, everyone!" she
and then was gone.
Hannah was still chained and
gagged, of course. Uh...
something? she thought, and tugged against her
and was ignored. Alice and
had finished loading trays with the dirty dishes and wiping down
tables, and were heading
for the kitchen. Ha,
funny, Hannah fumed. She could mewl and moan and
rattle her chains, of course, but she knew
that was what her "friends" wanted, for her to beg to be released.
wasn't going to give them the satisfaction. Besides,
release her... eventually. And
where the hell is Sydney? Syd didn't have an
in the scenario, and was supposed to be sharing the Roving
Troubleshooter duties with Connie. This made her the
choice to be the Heroic Rescuer of Captive Number Three... so where the hell is she?
Hannah sighed through her gag. Of course, leaving Captive
Three hanging like a slab of meat on a hook for an extra hour
or two was just the sort of thing the Evil Baroness would
height of hilarity.
Suddenly, a scraping noise sounded in the back of the
was a chair being dragged back, and it was coming from
somewhere in the deep shadows, off to the left of the bar.
Common Room's tree trunk-sized support columns was half-blocking
view from her end of the stage, but now that she looked, she
that someone was
rising from a small table, someone in a long,
cloak with the hood thrown up. The figure stepped fully
light, but all Hannah could see was deep shadow under the hood,
closed cloak itself, and the toes of what was probably a pair of
Hannah sighed, again. Sydney,
thought, unless there's
a complete stranger roaming the Keep. It could be
else. And, of course, Hannah
fumed, the Evil Baroness
simply has to make
And she has to turn
gloating scene, leaving me dangling up here while she—
Hannah's eyes popped wide—and a ripple of pure delight shivered
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had opened her cape, removed it with a flourish, and tossed it
aside—and it was Sydney—and
Despite herself, despite her irritation at being generally used,
abandoned (in Foxwood's typically playful Damsel-in-Distress
manner), all Hannah
could do was stare with open lust. Oh god, she's sooo beautiful!
ripple coursed through Hannah's sex—again—if it had
Sydney was more or less naked, the more being eighty or so percent of her lithe,
strong, athletic body
freckled skin, and the less being
knee-length, brown riding boots, and matching, gauntlet-length
gloves. A sheathed dagger rode the outside of her right
and a sheathed sword
was on her left hip. Even at this distance, Hannah
favorite longsword. A coil of hemp rope dangled from her
Red Sonja! Hannah
realized. She's playing
Sonja! And she's PERFECT!!
"Sonja" slowly sauntered towards the stage, her hips
swinging, seductively, and a sly, knowing smile curling her
lips. She was hot—and
knew it. She
mounted the steps, stopped in front of the Captive Saxon Maiden,
dropped the rope to the floor, where it landed with a loud thump.
She inspected the naked blonde's stretched, shackled body...
wiggling toes to her fluttering fingers... then gazed into her
blue (gorgeous blue)
Sydney just managed
suppress the urge to ravish Hannah, right there on
the spot. The Saxon Princess was an incredibly erotic
smooth, tan skin... the perfect proportions of her strong
trim waist... her full, but at the moment slightly stretched breasts... her
nipples... simply begging to be licked and nibbled upon...
carefully ignored the lust quivering through her metal-clad
Hannah knew she ought to be gazing back at "Sonja" with Brave
Contempt and/or Spirited Disdain—but
hell with it! We can role-play when there's someone
Jillian for the privilege of watching us do it!
could care less about Red Sonja's intentions for the Captive
Maiden. All she wanted was for Sydney, her girlfriend,
to get on with ravishing her senseless—so she could ravish her senseless—so they
could do it
again—and again—until sometime tomorrow, when Jillian and/or
finally managed to pry them apart!
Sydney stepped behind Hannah and unbuckled her gag; first the
the plug-gag, and then the spider-gag. She then returned
front, and, once again, locked eyes with the blond captive.
Hannah could probably have managed to expel the plug from her
maybe, but she didn't try. She was too busy gazing into
"Sonja's" blue-green eyes.
Finally, Sydney plucked the plug and ring from Hannah's
mouth, tossed the gag aside, grabbed the captive's head in her
hands—and they kissed.
Kayley, famous for her wet, enthusiastic, lip-smacking and
tongue-wrapping busses, would have been proud of this one.
have taken notes for future reference.
A minor eternity later, Sydney released Hannah's head and took a
Hannah licked her lips, and smiled. "Red Sonja, She-Devil
Sword," she said in a husky, growling voice.
Sydney smiled and turned in a slow, graceful pirouette, letting
full detail of her costume (what there was of it) from every
angle. "You like? But maybe you better call me
else, like, I don't know, 'Scarlet Sydney'? I might be
carve my way through an army of berserking barbarians and hack
occasional evil sorcerer... but copyright lawyers?" She
head. "Too dangerous!"
Hannah laughed. "They should be paying you royalties.
people impersonate the She-Devil at conventions all the
long as there isn't any money changing hands..."
Still smiling, Sydney reached up the gauntlet of her left glove
pulled out a small (very
small) leather bag. She gave it a shake, and the contents
together. "And speaking of money." She gave the bag
shake. "Five gold vixens. Consider yourself
purchased." She tossed the bag to the side, then strolled
back wall and began turning the appropriate hand-crank, lowering
Hannah's manacled wrists.
The "vixen" was the supposed currency of Foxwood.
they were brass or copper slugs that Cody had stamped with
Foxwood seal on one face and a holly leaf and the current year
were distributed as souvenirs of the annual Foxwood Yule
were especially prized by the kids. "Five vixens?" Hannah
demanded. "I should be worth a lot more that five vixens."
"That remains to be seen," Sydney responded. "Knees," she
Still smiling, Hannah settled to her knees on the hardwood
Her ankles were
still locked in shackles and separated by an eighteen-inch, iron
spreader-bar, and her manacled wrists still dangled from their
but now they were at
the level of her waist. She sighed as Sydney picked up
the rope, released the coil, and took a turn around her upper
pinning her arms to her torso. "I suppose it would be too
ask for us to simply walk back
room and get down to business," she huffed.
"Sonja has purchased you to be her pack-thrall," Sydney
the fifty or sixty
pounds of supplies she'll need to journey past the Shield Wall,
across Hyborea, and into the frozen steppes, beyond. She's
met you, so you can't be trusted. She has no choice but to
you tied up."
Hannah snorted in disgust. "Of course." Sydney
was using her favorite box-tie technique, taking her time and
making sure the bands and hitches of hemp were neat, flat, and
tight. Hannah's wrists were released from the manacles,
folded behind her
back and lashed to the other ropes. "Hold on," Hannah
objected. "I've read enough of the Red Sonja comics to
have a sidekick, and her companions seldom make it to the end of
issue, much less the end of a multi-issue story, much less into
the next multi-issue
"That's why you're only worth five vixens," Sydney
"Lady Foxwood knows I'm not gonna pay top rate for a piece of
expendable blond fluff. Between the dire wolves, snow
vorpal lemmings, the odds of you making it even halfway to the
ruins of the Golden Temple of Fill-in-the-Blank are pretty
Hannah huffed. "I'm a Saxon Princess, you know. Give
The Princess had been silenced by her new owner's lips and
was another Worthy-of-Kayley-Kiss,
this time, with Hannah
and on her knees and Sydney gripping her
braids in her
Alice emerged from the kitchen, clinking and clattering in
her serving chains, with a wooden tray under her right
arm. She'd come to clear
the dishes and
wipe down Sydney's table, the last remaining task in the Common
Saxon and Sonja had heard the tinkling music of the little
redhead's arrival. Still lip-locked, they opened their
watched the bit-bridled Captive Princess pause,
eyes, shake her head, and then resume her shuffling journey to
former position in the back of the room.
Hannah and Sydney broke their kiss... and smiled.
"I think she's telling us to 'get a room'," Hannah purred.
"For once," Sydney responded, "I agree with the little
knelt behind Hannah and began unlocking her shackles.
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three of Red Sonja and her newly
purchased pack-thrall getting "better acquainted" on the bed of
Round one had consisted of the Saxon exploring the glistening
her owner's sex with her lips and tongue. This had taken
time, and had culminated in the red-haired amazon nearly crushing the
Saxon's head between her naked thighs (like the proverbial
melon) and screaming loud
enough to rattle
the iron rings dangling from the bedroom's rafters.
In round two, Sonja had returned the favor. The box-tied
had been on her knees with the She-Devil on her back, clutching
Saxon's butt-cheeks, and enthusiastically sucking, nibbling, and
probing the thrall's sex. This time, the resulting orgasm
resulted in a silent scream,
the Saxon's head thrown back and her
beautiful, tan features frozen in a rictus of ecstasy.
This round was a bout
of mutual tongue
lashing, with the
Saxon on her back (and bound arms) and Sonja sprawled across her
sweat-slick body. Breasts squashed against their partner's
and heads between their thighs, tan skin slid against pale,
skin as their tongues slurped and probed. This continued
time, and finally, with clenched muscles and strangled,
screams, they came... again.
Panting and glistening with sweat, Sydney lifted herself off
body, flipped herself around, and lay back against the pillows
the headboard. She helped Hannah writhe and wiggle up the
until she was against
her side, put an arm across the grinning blonde's rope-yoked
to hug her close,
and they kissed.
Finally, they came up for air. "I love it when that
"The timing?" Sydney chuckled.
"Yeah," Hannah confirmed, "it's like ringing some sort of cosmic
bell." She lay her head against Sydney's
shoulder. "Let's take a break, okay?"
"Wimp!" Sydney accused.
"Hey!" Hannah objected. "I'm
not the one who just enjoyed Kayley's roast beef and asparagus with
haven't had anything to eat since lunch."
"How do you know what
for supper?" Sydney demanded.
"I flossed your teeth with my tongue," Hannah explained,
"Oh, that's what you
doing," Sydney chuckled.
Hannah smiled and closed her eyes. "Uh... later... can we
down to the kitchen? I really am starving."
"Hold that thought," Sydney chuckled, heaved herself to the
leaned down, and retrieved a wicker basket from under the
She lifted the basket's cover and Hannah could see that the
divided into two parts. The left was half-filled with
ice and contained two brown bottles with wire-caged, cork
right was lined with multiple layers of linen cloth.
unfolded the cloth, produced a parchment packet, and Hannah's
nostrils flared and her mouth began to water. "Oh wow!" she gasped. "Is
what I think it is?"
Sydney smiled and folded back the parchment... revealing about a
half-pound of thin-sliced, juicy pastrami, between two slices of
bread... and it was Kayley's
brine-cured, perfectly seasoned, and
Hannah swallowed and beamed at Sydney. "I love you!" she
leaned forward, and took a huge bite. "Ymmm!"
"I love you, too," Sydney chuckled, set the still half-wrapped
on her chest, and popped the top on one of the bottles.
ale," she announced, as she held the bottle for Hannah to take a
swig. "You owe Kay-bear for this," she explained. "I
her how much you like pastrami on rye, nice and greasy and not
lean, with stone-ground mustard, so she insisted."
"I'll find a way to make it up to her," Hannah purred, and eyed
Sydney chuckled, set the bottle down on the bedside table, and
sandwich for Hannah to take another bite. "You're getting
all over your mouth and chin," she chided.
Hannah chewed and swallowed. "Sorry."
"Not to worry," Sydney chuckled. "I'll lick it all off,
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kitchen to find Alice perched on a stool and leaning
forward on the worktable. Her head was resting on her
hands and she appeared to be fast asleep. After
apprehending the diminutive Captive Princess in the act of
Mitch, Jillian had
led her back to the kitchen. She'd removed her bit-bridle
had left her in her working chains and ordered her to
cleanup and prep for breakfast. In addition, she'd made it
that under no circumstances
was Alice to leave the kitchen until she returned from her
Jillian smiled. Her young cousin's grubby, freckled,
pixie face was the epitome of cuteness... especially like this,
in slumber, with
her copper-red curls draped across her serene features.
Alice opened her eyes, sat up, and stretched, to the extent
her chains, with a huge yawn.
"Everything's perfect," Jillian answered. "Mitch and
still at it, Pilar was in the middle of a visit from the Tickle
when I left—"
"I hate the Tickle
Alice interrupted, with a delicate shudder.
"Liar," Jillian chuckled. "And finally, Red Sonja was
her new thrall a pastrami sandwich."
Alice sighed. "And poor Princess Alice is left to toil
the wee hours, all by her lonesome."
Jillian smiled. "And speaking of toil, I have one more
you to perform."
"It figures," Alice huffed, then stood.
Jillian stepped forward, unlocked and
removed Alice's chains, then pulled her tattered, burlap frock
Naked, but for her iron thrall's collar and the
chastity belt girding her loins, Alice stretched and yawned,
this time it was a full-blown, back-arching, reach-for-the-sky,
"Clean yourself up," Jillian said.
"Right away, Your Magnificence," Alice muttered, and padded into
laundry room. It only took her a couple of minutes for her
herself a sponge bath. Most of the "dirt and grime"
body had been more theatrical than real.
Refreshed, but with hair still a tousled mess, Alice returned to
kitchen—and skidded to a stop.
Jillian had spread some leather items on the worktable: a
pair of bondage mittens, and a "muff-binder", a leather tube
closed with three buckles and had two additional, horizontal
"Let me guess," Alice pouted, "Not only do I not get this thing
" She indicated her chastity belt with a dainty,
gesture. "—but Evil
Jillian has decided to come out and
Jillian picked up one of the mittens. "Have you ever
how cute you'd look with your nipples pierced?" she inquired.
"Yep, Evil Lady Jillian," Alice sighed, stepped forward,
her right hand, and formed a closed fist. "Like we told
Cricket and I get our nips ventilated together,
it's a no
"I'll ask Connie to come up with an appropriate scenario,"
chuckled, tugged the mitten over Alice's hand, and started
"Ask her to come up with something where she gets tit-rings, too,"
Alice huffed. From her manner, it was clear that either
thought Jillian was teasing, or the prospect of a ceremonial
piercing wasn't all that disturbing.
In short order, both of Alice's fists were encased in tight
brown leather, her arms were folded behind her back, and the
was buckled around her forearms. Finally, Jillian
horizontal straps around Alice's biceps, locking her into what
to a leather
Alice sighed. "Uh... should I be
making dire threats about the horrible things my mother, The
going to do to you when she learns how you've been mistreating
"Don't bother," Jillian chuckled. "There. All
Alice flexed her shoulders
and bound arms then faced Jillian and batted her gorgeous,
eyes. "Ready for what?" she inquired.
The pathetic Princess' only answer was the truly evil smile on Her
face. Jillian grabbed a handful of Alice's red curls and
dragged her towards the side door, the Kitchen's direct access
Resident's Wing. They made their way to Jillian's room, at the
of the of the corridor. There was a pause while Jillian unlocked
door, then she ushered Alice inside.
Alice's eyes popped wide, and she stared in open wonder. "Wow!"
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wooden trunk. Its sides were ornately
carved with foxes leaping through hoops of ribbons intertwined
elaborate Celtic knots, and it had a padded
seat, making it as much a bench as a place of storage.
quite familiar with this particular piece of furniture, and had
admired its perfect proportions and exquisite
trunk was not what
making her stare.
The trunk had been dragged to the center of the room, and Cody
very naked and hogtied Cody Archer—was
precariously perched on her stomach atop its padded surface—and
a very stringent
"I hate it when you do that," Alice whispered.
"Liar," Jillian whispered back, then leaned close and kissed the
Cody's ankles were crossed and lashed to her wrists. Her
were bound together, and her
waist was cinched and lashed to the trunk. Her splayed
also lashed to the trunk, pinning her fully-exposed crotch at
padding. Her long, brown hair, with the exception of
the narrow, decorative braids framing her grimacing face, had
gathered into a folded snarl, lashed to one end of a rope, that
to the wrist-ankle junction, and then up to an iron ring in the
rafter, directly overhead. This pulled her head back and
and arched her spine as if she were a
strung bow. Only her tummy was in contact with the trunk's
padding. Finally, one of Foxwood's larger "medieval
filled her mouth to capacity. Its two-inch sphere of
rubber was hidden under
a tight layer of thin chamois, and its strap was buckled tight
to dimple her flushed cheeks.
Alice shuddered in sympathy (and suppressed the urge to break
gloating grin). "So... this is how you instill loyalty in
retainers?" she asked Jillian.
"Oh, no," Jillian chuckled. "This is a Drowish meditation
technique. Even the Wood-Elves use it, on occasion.
simply kind enough to assist."
"Yeah, very kind,"
Cody's pointed, elf-ear attachments were still glued in
Her pale, blue eyes gazed up at Her Ladyship and the
Captive Princess with sad suffering. Her toned, perfectly
glistened with sweat. Thanks to the vertical rope
the back-arching bow of her predicament, her full breasts, which
otherwise have been squashed into the seat's padding, were only
Jillian leaned close and whispered in Alice's ear. "You
think Cody agreed to help us with this scenario for nothing, do you?
collecting her fee."
"Gimme a break," Alice snorted. "You expect me to believe
she asked for one of
Jillian's eight-hours-of-hell sessions?"
Jillian laughed. "This might not be quite what she had in
she's been doing such a bang-up job... I thought I'd give her a
This time Alice laughed. "Now you know the reason I'm such
slacker. I'd rather take your punishments than enjoy one
Jillian smiled. "You've never had a chance to play with Cody, have you?"
"Not really play,"
agreed. She turned her head and smiled up at her older
cousin. "Really?" She nodded at Cody's hog-tied
"For me? She's for me?"
"Until dawn," Jillian chuckled. "I still have to roam
keep an eye on things."
"No rest for the wicked," Alice purred. Her eyes had
Cody, who was staring back.
Alice knew they had been speaking softly enough that the
"meditating elf" could probably hear their voices, but at this
no way she'd been able to follow their conversation. "She
the little redhead whispered.
"Wouldn't you be?" Jillian whispered back.
Alice nodded, then twisted and struggled against her
can't do much like this," she huffed, favoring Jillian with a
Jillian smiled and led her young cousin to the neatly made
nothing, if not inventive," she purred. A large silk scarf
spread across the foot of the bed. Jillian grabbed one
pulled it away with a flourish, revealing:
Clearly, all three items were designed to
allow a potential user, Alice, to take a comfortable grip with
lips and clenched teeth. "I still think I could do better
let me out of this thing," the Princess complained, twisting her
shoulders and straining against the
muff-binder's bicep straps.
- A long, stiff feather, with the last few inches of its
embedded in a thick plug of soft leather;
- A Wartenburg pinwheel, a spur-like disk of needle-sharp
points freely spinning on a seven-inch handle. The
was wrapped in leather;
- A leather dildo. The business end was oiled and
glistening, and the other end terminated in a molded
"Consider yourself lucky," Jillian chuckled. "I could just strap a double
penis-gag in your pouty little mouth and nipple-clamp you to the
crotch-end of the trunk."
"Yeah," Alice sighed. "I'm crazy lucky."
Jillian kissed her cousin's lips, then whispered in her ear, as
before. "You'll note the rope to the ceiling is secured
slip-knot. I purposely tied it low enough for you to be
grab the free end with your teeth, if you decide you need to
Alice gazed at Cody's bowed, sweating body, and nodded.
"Don't worry," she whispered. "I'll take care of her."
Jillian kissed Alice, again, then walked over to Cody and knelt
her grimacing face. She gazed into her friend's pale blue
then leaned close and kissed her gagged lips. "More than
bargained for, my sweet?" she purred, and kissed Cody's
forehead. "Don't worry. You're going to have plenty of time to become
accustomed to the embrace of my ropes. Everybody gets to
Cody squirmed and moaned through her gag. The hogtie was more than she'd
but she could take it. Of course, if or when she decided
she couldn't take it,
all she had to
do was hum a tune through her gag and she'd be untied...
once Jillian left to continue her rounds, exactly how a mitten and
muff-binder bound Alice was supposed to be able to untie her wasn't
Jillian rose to her feet—graceful, as always—and walked to the
door. "Don't make a
mess of my room," she admonished, "or somebody will get punished."
"I'd hate for that to
happen," Alice muttered.
Jillian stepped across the threshold and pulled the door
Alice and Cody listened to the key turn in the lock... and then
Alice walked to the head of the trunk and knelt, as Her Ladyship
done, and smiled at her fellow captive. "I've never helped
Wood-Elf meditate," she said. "What shall we
do?" She leaned close and kissed the tip of Cody's
"How 'bout I kiss my way down your body, licking some of that
salty sweat from your skin, nibble your toes, then do a little
spelunking between your legs?" She kissed Cody's
forehead. "Then, we
can play with some of
Ladyship's toys. Sound good?"
Cody squirmed in the tight ropes embracing her body, forced a
moan past her gag, wiggled her toes, flexed her fingers, and
eyes... which was about the full extent of everything she could
(short of hum a safe-word song).
Princess Alice's smile turned truly
evil as any smile that had ever graced the perfect
face of the Evil Baroness Sydney or the Evil Lady Jillian.
take that as a 'yes'," she purred, and licked her
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