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By the time Alice,
Cricket, and Constance strolled into the kitchen, the others had
more or less finished eating breakfast. Except for her
red-haired Princess Thrall was
naked, Cricket was in her elven-retainer uniform, with
her cute little Elf-ears still attached, and Connie was in her
dowdy medieval dress under a
black scholar's robe.
"Sorry I'm late," Alice yawned, after the usual morning
"No excuse, dire punishment, extra duty, yadda-yadda-yadda,"
chuckled, and nodded towards the laundry. "Get
Make it fast and I might feed
"Ho'kay," Alice yawned, again, and padded away.
"Omelets?" Kayley asked the other newcomers, and they nodded.
"You just about ready?" Jillian asked her sister, and Sydney
coffee and nodded. Her Ladyship turned to Ashley and
Pilar with an elegant wave of the hand. "I'll be requiring
Desert Nomad in an hour or so," she said. "Would you
please be so
kind as to make sure she doesn't wander off?"
"Of course," Lady Carleton responded. "Always happy to
fellow noble-lady." She then turned to Constance, who was
herself a cup of coffee. "And as for you, young lady," she
Connie blinked in surprise. "What?"
"You're a certified genius!"
"Hear-hear!", "Brava!", and "Well-said!" the others agreed, and
All except Sydney. Her gloved hands were still wrapped
coffee mug, but she did smile
"Girl genius," Cricket
giggled. "She even has the glasses."
"Please," Constance whispered, blushing and adjusting the
Jillian smiled at Sydney and Cody and nodded at the door to the
main Keep. "A pleasant day to all," she said, and started
Sydney and Cody rose from their chairs and followed.
"The same!" Lord Carleton called after the trio, then turned to
Cricket. "I love that
"Comic?" Pilar demanded.
"Girl Genius, by Phil
Froglio," Cricket explained.
Pilar gazed at Mitch with a mocking grin. "You like...
Ashley chuckled. "Have you ever met a computer nerd who wasn't into comics?"
"Hey!" Mitch objected. "It's not like—"
Jillian, Sydney and Cody were already across the threshold and
the Earl of Gort was going to say in his defense was cut off by
They made their way to the Stone Tower, but as they entered the
stairwell, Jillian stopped and raised her right hand. "All
enough away so they won't hear," she announced.
Sydney frowned. "Won't hear wh—Hey!" Cody had dropped a loop of rope
over her shoulders and cinched
tight, pinning her upper arms to her sides. "What the hell do you think
you're—drfh!" Sydney demanded—until Jillian
stuffed a rag in her mouth and began binding it in place
with a narrow strip of linen.
"What are we doing?" Jillian chuckled, holding Sydney's arms as
lashed her sister's gloved wrists together behind her
we're capturing Red Sonya, of course. We just had to make
far enough away from the others so they wouldn't hear the
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better be the
She-Bitch-with-a-Sword, she fumed, and
she better have
breakfast for me. Her eyes popped wide when the
opened. It wasn't Sydney, but Lady Foxwood, in one of the
swashbuckling costumes she favored in the role of Evil Lady Foxwood.
Swashbuckling Ladyship was accompanied by Cody the Wood-Elf,
Foxwood retainer uniform. "Mrfh?" Hannah "asked".
"Reinforce her bonds as we discussed," Lady Foxwood ordered.
Cody knelt, untied Hannah's knees, and used the rope to bind her
breasts, encircling the tan globes and cinching the loops
box-tie bonds until the they bulged
wasn't tight enough to cause
significant blood pooling and discoloration, but it did impart a
blush and made the skin and nipples delightfully sensitive. She then
and used that rope to
her thumbs, fingers, and the palms of her hands against her
and through the existing ropes. Finally, she unlocked
iron collar and hauled the naked Saxon to her feet.
Milady," the grinning Elf said.
Jillian led the way down the dark corridor to one of the torture
chambers, the one that held the Keep's "horse"!
Hannah realized her pulse was pounding, and she was
her gag. Jillian isn't
me ride the
supposed to be over! Hannah
willed herself to calm down. After all, she'd already
herself (when no one was watching, just to see what it was like)
wasn't that bad.
the horse was scary!
Just last week, Hannah had installed an upgrade to the beast in
question. The horse's rectangular base and and triangular
unchanged, but the side-planks had been replaced
horizontal hardwood dowels that
freely spun in iron brackets welded to the frame. Now,
the feet and legs of a Damsel
unfortunate enough to find herself straddling the horse's ridge
wouldn't be able to get any purchase whatsoever on the smooth,
dowels. She'd have no choice but to let her full weight
the ridge—especially if
arms were box-tied, or if she was bound en
strappado, with her wrists
tied to the rope running through the pulley overhead.
The horse's ridge-strip had also been upgraded. Formerly,
was a length of triangular bar-stock with a somewhat rounded top
Jillian's horse wasn't what you could call a pleasant
it was not torture.
Device was carefully engineered to allow the rider just enough
support to prevent actual pain. This was still true, but
pair of brackets had been installed that could be used to anchor
one of five different
was a simple
rod with about six inches of soft padding covered with soft
The second incorporated a
steel saddle about the size of a person's open palm. It
sculpted to distribute the "Victim's" weight, and was dubbed
The third was the original
triangular bar (the "Bitch-Bar"), with the required fittings
each end so it could be unbolted and changed out like the
The fourth was something Cody had devised. It was
similar to the
"Intermediate" saddle, but incorporated wicked-looking curved
threaten the rider's tummy and lower back. It wasn't actually dangerous, of
course. The spikes were just for show.
Fifth and finally,
there was the "Drowish Stallion", an "Intermediate"-type saddle
that incorporated a "Demon Egg", a hen's egg size ovoid of clear
that was imbued with Drowish Sorcery. (It was a
When active, it would flicker with tendrils of Fey Fire as it
Energy. (It was a glowing
They entered the chamber, and Hannah was surprised to find that
altogether new top-bar
installed. It was a double
Stallion, two saddles
two glass eggs, mounted about a foot apart. She noticed
second pulley had been clipped to another of the eye-bolts in
ceiling joist directly over the horse, and from it dangled a
sight was Cody's newest masterpiece and Jillian's
the "Foxwood Maiden". For some reason, it had been moved
into the Horse Chamber and
was positioned against the far wall, facing the horse. In
it was an upright metal sarcophagus, with two front doors that
and closed like the two halves of a human-shaped
closed by means of hasps and medieval replica padlocks, and the
of the head region
was sculpted as a
female face, in Late Medieval style. Jillian's new toy was
similar to the infamous Maiden of Nuremberg, right down to the
multitude of spikes lining the interior. However, this
spikes were decidedly dull, rather short, and could be
removed. Also, the Foxwood
Maiden was beautiful...
blood-curdling sinister sort
way. Cody had done a truly magnificent job
executing the commission.
But why is it here? Hannah
and why the double saddle?
Answers were not forthcoming. Hannah was dragged to the
and Jillian held her in place while Cody tied one
of the ceiling ropes to the back of her box-tie bonds.
Jillian cupped Hannah's left breast with her right hand.
"You heart's beating like a frightened mouse," she whispered,
locking eyes with her Saxon Captive. "Be brave."
That's easy for you to say,
Hannah thought, willing herself to relax, again.
Cody heaved on the rope, Jillian grabbed Hannah's waist and
she found herself straddling the horse. She yelped through her
gag as her weight came down on the egg. It eased between
came into full contact with the cold metal saddle. Cody
around her ankles, threaded them through eye-bolts in
the upper back frame of the horse, pulled out the slack, and
off. This left Hannah's legs bent with her knees straight
and the soles of her feet nearly horizontal. Finally, the
ends of the ankle ropes were looped around Hannah's big toes,
them to her foot-bonds. Hannah knew the toe-tying was just
being a pointy-eared
She glared at the
Wood-Elf, then heaved the required Sigh of Despair.
Not too bad, Hannah thought, as she
find a comfortable seat. The
saddle was designed
her some support, and her ankle
bonds provided a little more. The horizontal dowels,
spun away from her
thighs and legs if
tried to get a grip and lift herself off the saddle. They
help whatsoever. The horse was
insidious... but not too
And the egg? It was inside
Cody adjusted the vertical rope. It was taut... well,
would take her weight
if she suffered a Maidenly Swoon, but it was a safety measure
of a Let's Keep Hannah From
Hoohaw support system.
"We'll be back," Lady Foxwood announced, and strolled out the
door. Cody gave her an infuriatingly smug grin, tweaked her right
nipple, and followed her Mistress.
The door closed... the lock turned... and the Languishing began.
Hannah sighed and looked around again... not having anything
occupy her time. The glass eyes of
the Foxwood Maiden glimmered in the flickering light from the
Drowish Globes. Rough stone walls, heavy wooden timber
overhead, straw scattered on a floor of stone flags... typical
accommodations. She sighed and squirmed... then winced and decided to do
little as possible, if she could help it.
The saddle still wasn't too bad,
but—buzzzzz—Hello! The egg had
decided to start vibrating! It throbbed for several
stopped—then throbbed, again—then stopped, again.
Oh great, Hannah
fumed. She's hooked up
computer. A laptop could be hidden in the horse's
and Cricket had devised a control program to modulate the
Officially, Drowish Sorcerers had trapped an Evil Imp inside the
tiny, sadistic demon was
what was entertaining the Stallion's rider.
Sydney could have done was show
up and gloat, Hannah fumed. Of course,
even remotely resembling a
from the Evil Baroness was out of the
question. And as far as "Red Sonja" was concerned?
knew? Sometimes the She Devil was in a magnanimous mood,
not so much. Maybe
game. Maybe Sonja's gonna
be my Heroic Savior. Her gaze dropped to the
second saddle and egg. ...or
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and her elf-retainer returned to the corridors of the main
Keep, they heard music from the Common Room. They entered
from the back and found Pilar, Cricket, and Constance on the
Pilar was naked and unbound and the other two were still in
former costumes. The Courtesan Dancer and her supposed
Wood-Elf Slave-Handler were dancing to the accompaniment of
recorder. Lord and Lady Carleton were comfortably seated
front row table and enjoying the show.
It was a rehearsal, actually. Pilar and Cricket would
dance for a
few bars... then Pilar would wave her hand and Connie would stop
playing. There would be a few seconds of whispered
correction of Cricket's hand or foot positions, and then they
sequence. It might not be an actual performance, but
naked Pilar prance around the stage was very entertaining. Of course, Jillian mused, watching a naked Pilar read a book
or do anything is
Jillian cleared her throat as she approached the Earl's
table. "If my Slave-Dancer escapes," Jillian intoned,
going on your tab."
"I'm ready to chase her down if she bolts," Mitch
Leaning back in his chair with his boots propped up on the seat
he was hardly the image of a Vigilant Sentinel, but he was wearing his
dagger and sword.
Ashley indicated the coiled leather thong on the tabletop,
former wrist bonds. "We would have returned her in the
"Not counting the sweat," Jillian purred, then clapped her
"Time for a different kind of dancing," she announced in a loud
and the music stopped.
Cricket embraced Pilar and they kissed. "Thanks for the
moves," the grinning elf said.
"You are a natural," Pilar answered. "We'll practice
Cricket's smile turned evil. "Possibly." They kissed
again. "Time for me to be a meanie," she whispered.
"And time for me to be return to being a Brave Prisoner," Pilar
By this time, Lady Foxwood and Cody had mounted the steps and
drawing near. The leather thong was still back on the
table, but Cody was carrying a large coil of hemp rope.
"Kneel," Her Ladyship ordered, and Pilar complied.
Cricket and Pilar proceeded to bind the Slave-Dancer in a
Foxwood box-tie, with the added enhancements of binding the
her hands, her thumbs, and her breasts. Granted, Pilar
what you could call buxom, but her breasts were big enough to be
especially when she was forced to lean forward until they
The elves and their Mistress were careful to position themselves
not to block the view of their noble guests during the process.
Pilar turned her head and focused on Constance, who was busy
"Don't look at me," the Scholar said, with a shrug. "This
is all off script."
Pilar turned back to find Jillian tying an overhand knot in the
of a folded length of soft linen. "You really give your
their money's worth," she sighed.
"Enslaved Captives should be seen and not heard making
remarks," Her Ladyship chuckled.
Cody gathered Pilar's dark tresses atop her head, Jillian thrust
knot into her mouth and between her teeth, and Cricket cinched
a flat square-knot at the nape of the Dancer's neck. Cody
released Pilar's hair and the elves took a step back. The
was tight enough to make Pilar's cheeks bulge, giving her
face the classic "gag-look".
Lady Foxwood turned to face her other guests. "Lord
she said, "your wife and I have business to conduct. Would
so kind as to entertain yourself until this evening's feast?"
"I was thinking of hiking one of the valley trails," he
answered, then focused on Constance. "Perhaps a guide
prevent me from becoming lost."
Connie smiled and curtsied. "It would be my honor to
Lordship." (Her cheeks were blushing a rosy pink.)
"Try not to walk him into the ground," Ashley chuckled.
Lady Foxwood pointed to the leather thong, and Lady Carleton
up, kissed her husband, and headed for the stage. "Mitch
legs," she whispered to Connie as they passed on the steps.
"I'll be okay," the Scholar responded, then grinned. "I'm
than I look."
"I'm sure you are," Ashley chuckled, and joined Lady Foxwood and
retainers. Pilar was still on
Jillian took the thong from Ashley, looped a turn around Pilar's
and tied a saddle cinch. She then nodded to her retainers
they grabbed Pilar's arms and hauled her to her feet. Lady
Foxwood smiled at Lady Carleton and placed the end of the
Slave-Dancer's leash in her hand. "I have arranged a
diversion down in the dungeons", she purred, then made a
gesture towards the steps.
"How kind," Ashley chuckled, and began retracing her steps.
By this time the Earl, with the diminutive Scholar on his arm,
disappearing out the door to the main Keep.
Lady Carleton, with Lady Foxwood at her side and the Captive
tow, strolled in that direction. The Wood-Elves followed a
respectful two paces behind.
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Egg" had only given Hannah one rather forgettable orgasm.
damned imp's specialty
seemed to be frustration,
buzz for a couple of seconds... then
minute or two would pass... and it would buzz again. Only
occasionally would it vibrate for any reasonable length of time, or with
what could be called full intensity. If Connie
hasn't had a chance to 'meditate' on this thing and get her
pussy teased by her
programming handiwork, Hannah vowed,
that's gonna happen!
Hannah's skin glistened with sweat. The torture chamber
overheated, as per Jillian's standing orders, but she knew the
was mostly a consequence of the egg's teasing
titillation. The saddle still
saddle, and the amount of slack in the ankle ropes just right. I wonder if Alice's engineering
expertise is responsible, Hannah thought. Maybe I'll find a way for her
'meditate' on this thing too, just in case.
She heard the door being unlocked and turned her gagged head in
showing up to gloat and/or rescue me? Evil Lady Jillian
bullwhip? ...or maybe a cage of crazed gerbils?
door creaked open and Lady
Foxwood entered, followed by Ashley Carleton in a medieval
gown. So... Ashley the
Amazon has joined the
Evil Leisure Class, Hannah mused—then her eyes popped
wide. Third through the door was a naked, bound, and
Pilar! Her bonds and gag appeared to be identical to
except for the leather leash cinched around her throat and
Lady Carleton's hand. God,
beautiful! Hannah thought. Just look at that smooth skin...
way she moves, even when she's tied up.
God, she's beautiful! Pilar
as she was led towards Hannah and the horse. I love her 'Saxon Braids'... and
The Saxon Maiden and Desert Nomad locked eyes as Cricket
removed Pilar's leash and Cody knotted the
second ceiling rope to the back of the Dancer's bonds.
Cricket lifted Pilar onto the second saddle and tied her
The prisoners were now astride the horse and face-to-face, with
knees, thighs, and stomachs only about eight inches apart, and
pointing nipples even closer.
Cody adjusted the tension of Pilar's ceiling rope, as she had
then stepped back and joined Cricket by the door. Pilar
as she squirmed on the saddle and egg, and Hannah gazed at her
fellow-captive, sympathy in her eyes.
Suddenly, Hannah yelped through
her thigh. The
Resident Artisan favored her employer with a scathing glare.
"This is the Saxon I told you about," Lady Foxwood told Lady
Carleton. "As you can see, I've only just begun to train
her, but after I break her spirit I assure you she'll become quite servile. They
do. She'd make an
ornament for the Earl's Court, don't you think? Imagine
as a Saxon and in
chains, possibly with a brank to keep her properly silent, and
wine to your guests."
"Yes..." Ashley agreed, then reached up and caressed Hannah's
rope-squeezed right breast. "A noble, you say?"
"Of very high rank,"
nodded. "Of course, they're all just blond barbarians as
Hannah's outraged growl became a gagged squeal as Ashley pinched
"Well, perhaps," Lady Carleton said. "I'll ask the Earl if
meet your price."
"I'm willing to barter," Lady Foxwood responded. "I have
some dungeon space for a delivery from the Drow, next week—a
Clan-Chieftain's daughter and several of her cult-sisters, all
they wandered too far into the mountains, hunting."
"We'll see," Lady Carleton said, then turned to Pilar.
"She's been sold to the Green Witch of the Dell," Lady Foxwood
explained. "She's asked me to begin her training, as a
She smiled at Lady Carleton. "It's always a good idea to
in the good graces of a Powerful Sorceress."
"A wise course," Lady Carleton chuckled.
"And speaking of training..." Jillian opened a belt pouch
pulled out a pair of steel clips joined by a light chain—a very
short light chain, no
two inches. She smiled at Hannah. (Gag aside, Hannah
did not smile
Her Ladyship opened one of the clips,
positioned Hannah's right nipple between the serrated metal
released the clip.
Hannah's eyes popped wide, again, and she gasped through her
gag. Not bad,
decided. More an
burn than serious pain. It wasn't like this was
time she'd worn nip-clips, and this pair was more-or-less
Sydney's favorite "nipple sharks", not counting their unusually
The second clip was for Pilar, of course. The Dancer
metal jaws approach her nipple with obvious dread. The
closed, and a delicate shudder
Lady Foxwood reached back into the pouch and produced a second
clips, identical to the first. It was soon in place,
and the captives were now joined nipple-to-nipple and
Lady Carleton swallowed. "They don't seem to be
painful," she observed (with relief).
Lady Foxwood gazed at the captives. "They become
quite troublesome after a few hours," she explained.
reminders that a new slave is completely under my control are
important. Discomfort, hunger, thirst... and above all...
time. The slave must realize she is no longer what she
was. And simple torment is as effective
as torture. Applied correctly, even more so, and the value
slave is enhanced rather than reduced by the mutilation that
accompanies the application of serious pain."
Ashley stared at Jillian (as did Hannah and Pilar). She's really good at this Evil
Jillian nodded, acknowledging the compliment, then reached up
untied Pilar's gag.
Pilar licked her lips and worked her jaw, and watched Lady
untie Hannah's gag.
"Come," Jillian said, then walked to the door and paused.
just acquired a keg of a sweet, amber sherris I think you'll enjoy."
Ashley gazed at her friend and the "Saxon". Deciding to change sides and
Earl's wife' was a REALLY good
call, she decided, and left the chamber.
Jillian smiled. "Pilar de la Calva, Hannah Blair," she
purred. "Hannah Blair, Pilar de la Calva. This would
good opportunity for you two to become acquainted."
Hannah and Pilar watched the door close, listened to the key
the lock... then turned and locked eyes.
"Uh... a pleasure," Hannah said, then winced when she rolled her
shoulders and the nipple clamps fractionally tightened in
Pilar winced as well, then smiled. "A pleasure for me as
Hannah smiled back. "You're a photographer," she said.
"Yes," Pilar answered. "I'm afraid I know nothing about
"I'm Jillian's resident handy-woman," Hannah said. "When
needs fixing or—ahhh!"
damn egg had pulsed for a couple of seconds, again.
Pilar quickly suppressed a smile. "A vibrator?" she
asked. God, she looked
so beautiful when that
"'Drowish Magic', supposedly," Hannah explained, "but yes, it's
"And it turns itself on and—Ahhh-off!"
Pilar's eyes popped wide and she gently bit her lower
"Never mind. I have my answer."
Hannah's eyes were on Pilar's slightly squashed crotch.
see it glow," she whispered, "around the edges." She
gaze to Pilar's
face—and blushed. "Uh... I didn't realize you could see it
Pilar's smile returned. "This isn't as bad as I thought it
be," Pilar said, "the saddle, I mean."
"Jillian would never actually torture
Except with her whip, maybe. On the rare occasion
when she gets in the zone, Jillian can get a little... enthusiastic with her
"Jillian Foxwood?" Pilar demanded.
"On the rare occasion."
"Ahhhhh—Sorry—Ahhhhh!" she apologized,
realizing her struggles were pulling on Hannah's nipples.
eyes tightly closed
entire body quivered. The bound beauty's shining face was
a grimace of ecstasy.
Hannah ignored the sting of the nipple clamps. A shiver of
delight rippled through her sex, even though her egg wasn't
buzzing. She could feel some of the vibrations that were
sex, transmitted along the saddle-bar, but her egg wasn't
buzzing. She's so
beautiful. My god, she's so
Finally, it was over. Pilar was panting... and trying to
keep her breasts from heaving. "That was... something,"
in a hoarse whisper.
"Yes, it—Wasss!" Hannah
Now her egg
had buzzed, but it was only one of the teasing, two-second
"What's it like to live at Foxwood?" Pilar asked.
Hannah smiled. "I love it here," she answered. "I
Jillian, Kay-bear, Princess Alice and Cricket—"
"The 'Bobbsey Twins'," Pilar chuckled.
"Yeah," Hannah grinned, "and Connie is so smart and funny... and
"Sydney can be very cruel,"
Hannah blushed. "Uh... she's my girlfriend."
"I see," Pilar said. "I did not mean..."
"No problem," Hannah chuckled. "Syd can be cruel. Well,
likes to act cruel...
her. Jillian fixed us up, which pissed Syd off, big time."
"I can imagine," Pilar chuckled.
"I wasn't too happy about it either... but Jillian meant
Anyway... I love her."
Hannah opened her mouth to say something else—buzzz—but her eyes popped wide as
her egg began vibrating in earnest. Buzzzzzzz-buzz-buzz-buzz-buzzzzzzz...
"So I see," Pilar purred. She tried not to grin, but it
impossible to not appreciate
the sight of a helplessly bound Hannah Blair approaching
She let her gaze drop to her fellow captive's blond bush... and
thighs. "You're right," she whispered. "You can see it glow."
Hannah was trying to concentrate on not
So beautiful, Pilar
thought. She is so
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her eyes welling. It was a dirty trick to
be eavesdropping on Hannah like this, but it wasn't Sydney's dirty trick.
Sydney was naked, bound, and gagged.
Her Darling Sister and
had stripped her of her Red Sonja costume and then bound her
rope to render everybody in
Keep helpless. It was a classic reverse-prayer
with her knees and ankles also bound. In addition, an
of diamond hitches dimpled her flesh from shoulders to toes—for no good reason other than
overkill, and to make me five-thousand-percent helpless!
And the gag? Jillian had stuffed her mouth to capacity
a narrow cloth to tie the enormous wad
to just under the point of her
chin with a dozen tight layers
Then she'd added the
crotch-rope, with several figure-eight knots nestled against all the right places, of
And—oh-by-the-way—she was inside
the horse. Even more rope
to anchor her in place, hitched through lashing points in the
Maiden's interior and tied to her existing bonds (including the
crotch-rope). They'd also lashed her hair in a
and included it in her cat's-cradle of bondage.
could barely squirm, and even the attempt brought her skin in
with one or more of the dull "spikes" that lined the walls of
Sydney seriously doubted if the "equestrians" would be able to
if she tried to make her presence known. The iron walls of
encasement were more than two inches thick, all the breathing
diagonal channels in the back, and the Maiden had been
from the horse. She could try
but decided to remain an unsuspected observer.
Hannah and Pilar's words—and all those delicious orgasmic noises—were
conveyed by "Drowish Magic" to Sydney's
ears. (There were hidden microphones in the main chamber
mini-speakers built into
the Maiden's "head".)
I'm gonna get you for this,
Their first staggered orgasms behind them (or under them), Hannah and
Pilar returned to chatting about Hannah's life at Foxwood,
photography studio, etc., punctuated by the occasional buzz from one of the
bound beauties were slick with sweat. The short chains of
nipple-clamps linking their rope-squeezed breasts would
then go taut as an
throbbed and the recipient of the "Demon's caress" flinched in her bonds.
They are sooo sexy like that,
topic of her boundless, undying love for her
girlfriend, while Pilar smiled
and listened intently.
A tear rolled down Sydney's flushed, bulging right cheek, and
absorbed by her gag. I
you too, Hannah-bear, the Prisoner of the Maiden
tears continued to flow. Whether or not Jillian had fixed
was entirely moot, and had been for several months. Hannah
Sydney had been a
couple-waiting-to-happen, and probably would have hooked up even
eventually... but still...
I'm gonna get you for this,
Sydney vowed, again. She hated it
when her know-it-all older sister was right about things.
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