by Van ©2015
About three months after Hayden passed her
Hayden was happy. All
the denizens of Tauton House were happy—Sharon, Hayden, Chloe,
and the Hobbits. They were in Sharon's SUV and on their
way to a shared vacation of two whole weeks at the
Foxwood B&B! Chloe was behind the wheel, and all the
vacationers were in costume. Specifically:
Sharon was a queen! (Or possibly a duchess, at the very
least.) Her full length gown was a deep shade of
indigo-blue, with dark purple accents, long, drooping sleeves, a
laced bodice, and a square décolletage showing a somewhat
generous glimpse of cleavage. Sharon's auburn hair
cascaded down her back in French braids and was covered by a
gauze-thin veil. Finally, a golden circlet graced her
brow. Clearly, Lady Tauton was a high-ranking noble.
That is, she was loaded.
Chloe's costume consisted of knee-boots, leather kilt, and a
torso-hugging leather and steel armored tunic, with hammered
steel breast-cups and sewn-in, horizontal steel strips over her
stomach. Leather bracers were on her wrists, a hammered
gold armlet dimpled her upper-right bicep, and her long, blond
hair was divided down the middle and hanging in a pair of braids
to either side of her smiling face. All the leather
elements were a rich, textured brown and tooled with
Scandinavian designs. A dagger and sword, with matching
sheathes and belt, were in the back of the SUV, waiting to be
donned upon their arrival at Foxwood.
Chloe was a very convincing Viking shield-maiden, or
possibly a Saxon from Britain's post-Roman period, or maybe a
Dane from slightly later in English history. In any case,
she was a Scandinavian or Germanic invader/settler of some
sort. Granted, there was a discernible fantasy element, as
if Chloe was guest starring in a Xena: Warrior Princess
episode, but she was undeniably impressive. Also, in
everyone's unanimous opinion, Chloe-the-Barbarian was very
The Hobbits were in outfits appropriate for their race, with
regional differences. Actually, thanks to a suggestion
from Hayden—which the Hobbits first met with open-mouthed
amazement of the "Why didn't we think of that?" variety,
followed by enthusiastic acceptance—the Hobbits were now
officially half-Hobbit and half-Elf. Hayden got the idea
from Dorothy's Hobbit-Drow character from the Second Trial, so
there was precedent. Nonetheless, Andrea and Dorothy gave
her full credit for the brainstorm.
The girls' new heritage meant they didn't have to wear their
fake Hobbit boots, which would get in the way of skinny-dipping
in Foxwood's duck pond or bathing in the Roman Bath (as well as
other naked activities). They experimented with gluing
little tufts of fake hair to the tops of their feet, but decided
the "foot-wigs" were both impractical, unconvincing, and
In addition to their pointed ear appliances, the Halfling/Fey
hybrids were wearing sandals with long laces that crisscrossed
their calves and shins and tied below their knees, calf-length
peasant skirts, scoop-necked off-the-shoulder blouses, and laced
bodices. Andrea's skirt was a mellow golden yellow, her
blouse off-white, and her bodice hunter-green, while Dorothy's
costume was a mix of different shades of tan, as befitted her
supposed desert origin. Both were wearing their hair
pulled back in loose ponytails to show off their very realistic
Hayden was wearing her green medieval gown. It was similar
in style to Sharon's, but not nearly as grand. Her red
hair was also in French braids and was covered by a pale-green,
whisper-thin veil, but instead of a gold circlet, Hayden wore an
embroidered cloth headband. Her supposed role was that of
one of Sharon's noble but poor relations, serving as her
lady-in-waiting, and Hayden was more than happy to fill the
role. It would let her stick close to Lady Tauton... not
that she was scared, or anything. Nothing bad
ever happens at Foxwood, she reassured herself, right?
The long road trip was finally at an end, the motorized gate
that was Foxwood's main entrance rumbled open, and Hannah Blair,
a Foxwood employee, directed them into an open parking bay
inside the "Outer Mews," the timber-frame, faux-medieval parking
garage that was the B&B's main link to the 21st century.
"Hannah!" the Hobbit-Elves squealed as they piled out of the SUV
and converged on the grinning blonde. A great deal of
unseemly hugging and kissing ensued, but... Hobbit-Elves.
What ya gonna do?
Hannah, Lady Foxwood's resident handy-woman and Loyal Saxon
Retainer, was dressed in a costume somewhat similar to Chloe's,
only it was all leather, except for brass buckles and the
occasional row of decorative brass studs, and she was armed with
a dagger and an ax in a sheath strapped behind her back.
Hannah and Chloe greeted each other with the stoic arm-grabs
appropriate for barbarian she-warriors. Then, Hannah
embraced Hayden and planted a kiss on her startled lips.
Hayden had met Hannah before, of course, during her previous
"green banner" (family friendly) visits. Finally, Hannah
executed something that might be called a half-bow, half-curtsy
and greeted Lady Tauton with a respectful "Milady."
Sharon would have none of it. She laughed, pulled Hannah
into a warm embrace, and they kissed.
The smile still on Hannah's tan, beautiful face, she took a step
back and made a sweeping gesture. "Welcome to
Foxwood. Her Ladyship and the others are waiting just
beyond the Forest Gate." She turned her smile to Andrea
and Dorothy. "But first, you two need to come with
me." She smiled at Chloe. "With your assistance?"
Chloe smiled and nodded. "Of course."
The Hobbit-Elves were somewhat confused. "Huh?"
Hannah turned to Sharon. "Everything you'll need is beside
the back door, milady." She bowed, again, and with Chloe's
help ushered the Hobbit-Elves through a side door and into some
sort of storeroom.
Hayden frowned as she watched the others depart, then—
"Hey!" Sharon had taken her firmly by the hand and was
leading her towards the door Hannah had indicated. "What's
happening? Where are they going?"
"Everything is proceeding according to plan," Sharon chuckled.
"What plan?" Hayden's eyes popped wide. "Oh!"
She watched as Sharon took a long coil of hemp rope from a peg
beside the door, shook it out, and began the now familiar
process of finding its center. "Sharon!" Hayden complained
as she was spun around and a doubled loop passed over her head
and tightened around her upper-arms and chest, just above her
décolletage. She heaved a sigh as loop followed loop and
Sharon bound her upper body in a tight, well-crafted box-tie
harness, but she didn't resist. "I suppose it would have
been too much to ask for you to let me know you were
going to drag me to Foxwood Keep as your prisoner," she
"And spoil the surprise?" Sharon purred. She lifted
Hayden's hands against her spine, crossed her wrists, and tied
them together and through the nexus of box-tie ropes. She
then took a second coil of rope from another peg, looped one end
around Hayden's neck, and tied a non-compacting knot, giving the
pouting redhead a convenient leash.
Hayden turned to face the door through which Hannah had led the
others. She realized she'd been hearing some sort of
commotion from beyond the wooden portal for some time, but had
been preoccupied by the ever-tightening bondage of Sharon's
expertly applied ropes. "What's that?"
"What's what, dear?" Sharon purred.
Hayden turned back to the door. The muffled noise had
stopped. "What now?"
"Now, we wait," Sharon chuckled. "They won't be long."
A minute passed, a very long minute during which Hayden could
think of nothing to say. Finally, the door opened and
Hannah emerged with a rope in her right hand, a rope very much
like the leash in Sharon's hand, and trailing behind Hannah on
the other end of that rope were first Dorothy... and then
Andrea. Chloe brought up the rear, but she was very much not
on a leash and her costume was unchanged. As for the
"Wow," Hayden whispered quietly.
Andrea and Dorothy's costumes had been reduced to their sandals
and prosthetic ears. That is, they were naked. Also,
they were box-tied with hemp rope in the same manner as
Hayden. In addition, a rough-spun, burlap-like cloth had
been stuffed into each of their mouths and a second, narrowly
folded cloth tied as a tight, cheek-bulging cleave-gag.
They glared at Sharon with sad, angry eyes.
Sharon ignored the diminutive, naked captives with serene
indifference. "Are we ready?" she inquired.
Hannah opened the door, then bowed and made a sweeping
gesture. "After you, milady."
Sharon strolled out the door to the Forest Path with Hayden in
tow. Hannah and her prisoners went next, and Chloe acted
as the party's rearguard.
Path between the Outer Mews and Foxwood Keep proper is aptly
named. The trail winds through a forest of towering
conifers as it slowly climbs "Mount Foxwood" (meaning Foxwood Hill),
passing clumps of ferns and the occasional picturesque,
monolith-like, moss-covered boulder. They rounded a bushy
clump of rhododendrons and the Forest Gate came into view, set
in a low stone wall covered with more of the ubiquitous
moss. The wall was interrupted by a pair of vertical
posts, and the gate itself cleverly crafted from seasoned
Hanging from a crossbeam between the posts was a lantern, a
globe of blown glass inside an iron cage, and Hayden noted that
today it glowed a bright amber that was clearly visible, even in
broad daylight. She now knew the lantern's color was
formal notice that Jillian Foxwood's "special" rules applied,
that X-rated, medieval-themed hanky-panky was not only allowed,
but was the order of the day. Of course, the bondage
perpetrated in the Outer Mews had already provided what might be
called a strong hint, but the lantern was official
Waiting on the far side of the gate were the six remaining
resident staff of the Foxwood B&B: (1) Lady Jillian
Foxwood, herself, (2) Jillian's kid sister, the "Evil Baroness
Sydney," (3) Hayley Barbano, Foxwood Keep's majordomo, (4)
Jillian's young cousin, "Princess Alice," and the Clarke
cousins, (5) Constance and (6) Cricket.
Jillian was as richly attired as Sharon, only her gown was
olive-green velvet with rust-brown accents, the border of her
veil was embroidered with copper thread, and her headband was
gold with copper accents in the shape of tiny foxes. Under
its nearly transparent veil, Jillian's long, copper-red curls
were plaited in French braids. Jillian was gorgeous.
But then, Hayden reflected, Jillian Foxwood is always
Sydney was wearing thigh-boots, green tights, a leather jerkin
with a bodice-like laced front, and an off-white linen blouse
with long, poofy sleeves. A sheathed broadsword was belted
around her waist and the hilt of one of a pair of daggers
protruded from the tops of each of her boots. All the
leather elements were a rich, pebbled brown, with butternut
accent darts and panels, and her copper-red hair trailed down
her back in a single long, tight braid. Sydney's attire
might be scandalously male, but it did nothing to disguise her very
feminine curves. She was every bit as gorgeous as her big
Kayley, Foxwood's resident gourmet chef and master herbalist,
was in the skirt, blouse, and bodice of a prosperous peasant,
all under a long, white, slightly food-stained apron. Her
brown hair was hidden under a loose wimple of white linen and a
huge, cheek-dimpling smile lit her beautiful face and sparkled
in her pale-blue eyes.
Alice had the same copper-red, ginger curls as her older
cousins, as well as the same blue-green or green-blue eyes
(depending on the light), as well as an abundance of
freckles. And at the moment, freckles just about summed up
the beautiful, twenty-something redhead's entire costume!
That, and hemp box-tie bonds, a faux-burlap stuff- and
cleave-gag, a neck-rope, and sandals, more or less identical to
Andrea and Dorothy's "apparel."
Constance Clarke's usual role was that of the Keep's resident
scholar (and the author of many of the scenarios that played out
under Foxwood's amber lantern and orange banner). Her
usual costume was either a gown or the skirt, blouse, and bodice
of a semi-prosperous peasant, depending on the social occasion,
as well as a worn and shabby scholar's academic robe. She
kept her brunette hair cropped in a short, tousled bob and a
pair of wire-rimmed glasses perched on her button nose; however,
at the moment and except for her glasses, Connie's costume was
the same as Princess Alice... except for the freckles.
Constance Clarke's skin was clear and modestly tan.
Cricket Clarke, whose usual role at Foxwood might be described
as "resident scamp," was also naked, bound, and gagged, with
sandals and a neck-rope. Like her cousin, Cricket was also
devoid of freckles, but realistic, prosthetic appliances gave
her ears the same pointy appearance as Andrea's and
Dorothy's. Cricket sometimes role-played a Wood-Elf, and
apparently she was doing so now. She had brown hair, like
her cousin, but it was cropped even shorter, in a true
pixie-cut. Also as usual, Cricket was as cute as the
proverbial bug... or the proverbial naked, captive Wood Elf.
All the captives—Alice, Constance, and Cricket (as well as
Andrea and Dorothy)—were gorgeous. Truth be told, everyone
on both sides of the gate was gorgeous, in Hayden's nonobjective
opinion. (Hayden wasn't vain, but both Hobbits had called
her "gorgeous" on two different occasions and neither Sharon nor
Chloe had objected, so she was willing to live with the label.)
Jillian opened the Forest Gate and welcomed her guests into the
fantasy realm of the Foxwood B&B. A great deal of
hugging and kissing ensued, including the deep, wet, extended
kisses characteristic of Kayley Barbano. The bound and
gagged, naked captives were unable to actively participate, of
course, but they passively absorbed their shares of the
"Welcome back to Foxwood," Jillian said as she hugged and kissed
"T-thanks," was all Haylen could manage in response.
Once the greetings were complete, Hannah and Chloe added Andrea
and Dorothy to the end of the queue of naked, bound, and gagged
Foxwood employees. Each captive had her own rope leash,
the end of which was tied to the back of the next captive in
line at the nape of their neck. Then, with bows to Lady
Foxwood and Lady Tauton, and with the end of Alice's tether in
hand, Hannah stepped off. The entire coffle of naked,
box-tied, and gagged captives had no choice but to follow.
The order was Alice, Constance, Cricket, Dorothy, and
Andrea. As during the trek from the Outer Mews to the
Forest Gate, Chloe-the-Barbarian acted as rearguard.
Hayden assumed the rest of them would follow, but Jillian and
Sharon seemed content to linger at the Forest Gate. Hayden
watched as Andrea and Dorothy looked back over their shoulders
in naked, bound, and gagged consternation, but the distance
between the two parties continued to grow... and then the coffle
and their blond slave-handlers disappeared around a bend in the
Jillian smiled at Sharon. "You didn't tell them?"
"Of course not," Sharon chuckled, then nodded at Hayden.
"I didn't tell this one, either."
Hayden blinked in confusion. "D-didn't tell me what?
Mrrrrpfh!" Sydney had stepped behind her and thrust a rag
in her mouth, and now she was tying a cleave-gag over her
stuffed mouth and around her hair and veil. "Mrrrf!"
Sydney cinched the gag's knot tight, then returned to
Hayden's front and stood next to her big sister.
"Hannah and Chloe are going to march their merchandise to the
slave-market at Lond Daer," Jillian explained. "It's a
hard, dangerous journey of several days, but I'm sure they'll
make it—most of them, anyway."
"Actually," Kayley purred, "they'll be spending the night at
Waterfall Camp. Their share of the welcoming feast is
already waiting there in coolers hidden under a canvas tarp,
ready to be reheated or finished over the campfire.
They'll return in the morning and the fun will begin."
"Not that they won't all be having fun tonight," Sydney
added with a chuckle. "I'm sure Hannah and her partner
will feel obliged to sample the merchandise."
"Don't you have a roasting griffon to baste, or something?"
Jillian asked Kayley.
"Or something," Kayley laughed, then started after the departed
coffle and blond slavers.
Jillian, Sharon, Hayden, and Sydney followed at a leisurely
pace. Hayden's leash was still in Sharon's hand. She
looked back over her shoulder at Sydney, and the Evil Baroness
favored her with a somewhat predatory smile.
Well... Hayden quickly returned her gaze to the
trail ahead. She wasn't sure what to think about this turn
of affairs, other than the obvious, that their vacation was off
to a roaring but unexpected start.
continued to climb. Jillian, Sharon, Hayden, and Sydney
left the trees and entered a large, sunny, flowery meadow, and
as they continued up the slope and it began to flatten out into
a shallow valley, Foxwood Keep came into view. As always,
Hayden couldn't help but be impressed.
Keep was a joined cluster of timber-frame buildings and
towers. The tallest was the Paramount Tower, capped by its
roof-protected "lounge" with deck furniture and a spectacular
view of the surrounding forested valleys and hills, and flapping
from a flagpole was the orange banner. Next in height was
the infamous Stone Tower. Then came the spire-like
Windmill Tower, with its slowly spinning wheel of long spars and
triangular canvas sails dyed in a variety of earth-tone
colors. Guest rooms and suites were scattered throughout
the clustered buildings, which also included the Great Hall,
Kayley's kitchens, and Foxwood's delightfully decadent Roman
Bath. There was also a Mill House with its wooden wheel
turned by the swift-running waters of a stream which emerged
from the forest, paused to feed a large duck pond, then
continued into a cluster of boulders and splashed down the hill.
The Keep was constructed of both stone and timber, with the
first floor of all the towers and buildings entirely of stone
and the upper stories a mix of interlocking timbers and stone
buttresses. The exception, of course, was the Stone Tower,
which was almost entirely of stone. Oddly, given the
proximity of Lady Foxwood's warlike and well-armed neighbors, as
well as the occasional invading barbarian horde or tribe of
goblins that might transit the area, there was no moat,
palisade, or curtain wall, not even a proper fence. To the
medieval military mind, Foxwood was wide open and ripe for the
plundering, but such was not the case.
Foxwood Keep was under the protection of the Green Witch of the
Wood (Kayley Barnabo), and she had cast many powerful charms and
curses on the Keep and its surrounds that would transform any
invading army into so many rodents and amphibians. This
was a boon to the local hawk and heron populations and a
periodic boost to the secondhand armor and weapons trades in the
closest market towns. This information (warning) was a
prominent part of Foxwood's entry in all the popular guidebooks
and travel guides, including Took and Bracegirdle's Travels
Through Middle-earth, Percy's The Grand Tour of
Nowhere, Thorvard's So You Want To Go Viking, and
Slobberhole's Kill The Filthy Humans! Kill Them All!
As Hayden and the others crossed the Rainbow Bridge arching over
the stream, Kayley was disappearing into her kitchen via one of
the Keep's side doors and Hannah, the coffle of naked captives,
and Chloe were reentering the forest on the far side of the duck
pond, taking the long, looping trail for Waterfall Camp and
Sydney hurried forward to open and hold a door for Jillian,
Sharon, and Hayden to enter the Keep. Being on the first
floor, their surroundings were now hardwood floors, whitewashed
stone walls with painted Celtic decorations in vegetable-dye
colors, and heavy timber rafters overhead. The walls of
the upper floors were mostly wooden paneling and wainscoting,
with the occasional hanging tapestry or trophy shield. Not
for the first time, Hayden reflected that inside and out,
Jillian's domain resembled an estate designed by Frank Lloyd
Wright for Alfred the Great. Foxwood Keep was magnificent.
Hayden was led down the hallway and deep into the Keep.
They passed side-corridors that led to the Great Hall, Roman
Bath, and stairs leading up to various guest rooms.
Directly ahead was a heavy wooden door secured by a primitive
(medieval) lock. Hayden's heart began beating faster and
she shivered in her bonds. She knew where that door
led! Beyond was a stone, spiral staircase that climbed up
to the Princess Cells and down to the Torture Chambers and
Oubliette of the Stone Tower!
Hayden swallowed behind her gag as Sydney produced a large
warded key and turned the lock. Hayden had toured the
Princess Cells with Jillian as her guide, but the horrors below
were only rumors.
Was Hayden's Foxwood fantasy about to come true? Was she
going to languish in one of the Princess Cells? Or would
she be dragged below to an unknown and terrifying fate?
relieved (and not at all disappointed, not even a little) when
they began climbing the stone stairs, rather than descending.
Unlike the more public stone-walled areas of the Keep, the
interior of the Stone Tower was not whitewashed.
Nor were there Celtic decorations. Also, most of Foxwood
was illuminated by iron-caged glass globes glowing with the
eldritch fire of Elvish magic. In the Stone Tower,
however, the hanging lanterns evoked iron spider webs and
sinister, thorny vines. The eldritch fire was the same,
but it was Drowish magic. Actually, the globes
were electric fixtures with flickering LED bulbs and had been
crafted by Archer Metals, but the fiction of the lanterns' fey
origin allowed Jillian to use modern lighting while preserving
for her guests' the illusion of medieval fantasy.
As they trudged up the stone stairs, daylight came from widely
separated, heavily-barred, vertical arrow-slit windows.
Hayden reflected that bound or unbound, a damsel couldn't possibly
wiggle and squirm her way through any of the narrow windows, so
she could think of no practical reason for the bars, other than
to add to a prisoner's feeling of being inescapably
trapped. The areas between windows were lit by flickering
Drowish globes. They climbed higher and higher, passing
two landings with locked doors that Hayden assumed led to suites
of individual cells. Then, finally, they paused at a third
landing while Sydney unlocked the door. The stairs
continued upwards, but Hayden would have to discover what waited
above on another occasion.
The landing door led to an anteroom with three additional doors,
all with small, covered hatches at viewing height. Dungeon
doors! Sydney unlocked and opened the portal to
Hayden's immediate left, then led her across the
threshold. The cell was vaguely the shape of a generous,
triangular slice of pie, defined by the curved outer wall of the
Stone Tower and two straight interior walls converging on the
door. The walls were gray stone, of course, and the
ceiling heavy timber joists and wooden planks something like ten
or twelve feet overhead. As for furniture, there was a
crude wooden bed with what appeared to be a straw-filled
mattress, a straw-stuffed pillow, and a ratty wool
blanket. There was also a stool and a rickety-looking
table supporting a clay jug Hayden suspected was her immediate
water supply, and in one corner was a wooden bucket with a
tight-fitting wooden lid, her toilet. There was also a
long iron chain with one end attached to an iron ring embedded
in the outer wall and the other end attached to an iron collar.
This may or may not have been one of the Princess Cells Jillian
showed Hayden during her last visit. She wasn't sure, but
it was similar, if not identical. "Mrrrpfh!" She
struggled, but couldn't prevent Sydney from dragging her fully
inside the cell, removing her rope leash, and replacing it with
the iron collar.
Jillian and Sharon stood just inside the cell, watching Hayden's
wide-eyed distress with serene smiles.
"Do you intend to untie her?" Sharon asked.
"Not until Sydney brings her a lunch tray," Jillian
purred. "Tonight, while the blond barbarians are dining
with the others at Waterfall Camp, you'll both be my guests in
the Great Hall to enjoy Kayley's welcoming feast.
Afterwards, Sydney will return Princess Hayden to her cell,
stripped to her chemise, of course."
"Princess Hayden?" Sharon inquired.
"You thought I didn't know?" Jillian responded. "You
thought I wouldn't find out you'd kidnapped the third in line
for the throne and intend to hold her for ransom? I have
my own friends at court."
"Friends, or spies?" Sharon purred.
Jillian shrugged. "Whatever."
Hayden turned her gagged face from Jillian to Sharon, and
back. Both were still smiling, and they were obviously
playing out one of Constance Clarke's scenarios. Nobody
ever tells me anything, Hayden thought with a gagged sigh.
"I suppose I could cut you in for a modest share," Sharon
purred, then her smile was replaced by wide-eyed alarm!
"No! How dare you!" Sydney had stepped
behind her and was using Hayden's former leash to bind Sharon's
wrists together behind her back! "Jillian!"
"Calm down, Sharon," Jillian chuckled. "You thought it
would be a good idea for us to surprise the others, so I decided
we might as well surprise you, as well."
"Is Chloe in on this?" Sharon demanded, then added the phrase
"Mrrrf!" when Sydney stuffed another wadded cloth into her
indignant mouth and began tying yet another tight
cleave-gag. And unlike her treatment of Hayden, she was
taking the time and trouble to tie the gag under
Sharon's veil and hair.
"No," Jillian responded, "Chloe is not in on this, other
than the capture of the youngsters and Hayden."
Hayden frowned behind her gag. I'm not that
old, she silently objected. Thirty-something isn't old.
"But don't worry about Chloe," Jillian chuckled.
"Tomorrow, when the blond barbarians get back to the Keep with
their naked merchandise in tow, thanks to a remarkable and
highly unlikely series of events, the tables will turn and Chloe
and Hannah will become the bound, gagged, and naked
"Connie, Cricket, and the Princess have quite a series of
entertainments planned for their former captors," Sydney purred
with an evil smile. "And I made a few suggestions myself."
"It'll be a surprise for Hannah, as well," Jillian added.
"But don't worry, she's always a good sport."
"Yes," Sydney agreed as she cinched Sharon's gag tight
and tied the final knot, "and after Hannah spends a night or
three tied face-to-face and boob-to-boob to Chloe, I'm sure that
afterwards they'll both be even better friends."
Hayden blinked in amazement, imagining the two tan, athletic,
beautiful blondes tied in the manner described and locked in a
dungeon cell, passing the long, dark hours of the night sucking
Jillian stepped close to Sharon and straightened her noble
guest's (prisoner's) veil. "I know you've been looking
forward to being a spectator to the fun all the others will be
having." She included Hayden with a nod. "Especially
that one." Continuing her gloating smile, she cupped
Sharon's chin. "But don't worry, you'll still get to
watch... tied to a chair, chained to a torture chamber wall, or
otherwise restrained, as circumstances require." She
leaned close and kissed Sharon's gagged lips. "And why
should the kids have all the fun? I have plans for
you, duchess. Her Majesty will pay handsomely for the
return of Princess Hayden, but just imagine the bounty she'll
pay to have her daughter's kidnapper delivered into her hands,
as well; however, nothing says you can't be marched to your
eventual cruel and unusual execution after being
repeatedly diddled silly."
Sharon stared at her captor with proud, angry eyes.
'Diddled silly?' Hayden thought. Sharon?
Apparently, she decided, this turn of events might
be a surprise, but Mistress is game. Her love and
admiration for Sharon only continued to grow.
"Lock her in the adjoining cell," Lady Jillian ordered, and
Baroness Sydney led Sharon from Hayden's cell.
"Mrrrk?" Hayden watched Sharon and Sydney depart, then turned to
find Jillian strolling in her direction.
Smiling the same sinister smile, Jillian reached out and cupped
Hayden's chin, just as she had with Sharon. "And as for
you, young lady, I know you're relatively new to all this,"
Jillian purred, "and I'll take that into account. But
don't worry, I have lots of things to show you. You know
what a rack is, of course. How 'bout the horse?"
Hayden's eyes popped wide. "Nrrrf!" Yes, she did
know what a horse was!
"Don't worry, Hayden," Jillian chuckled. "You'll find your
pussy is a lot tougher and more resilient than you think."
She kissed Hayden's gagged lips. "And I know you're
curious about our oubliette."
Hayden continued staring at Lady Jillian in horror (and
"We also have a very nice gibbet-cage," Jillian purred, "made by
Cody Archer herself, Chloe and Dorothy's boss. Imagine...
naked and in chains, including an iron scold's bridle, locked in
the gibbet-cage and dangling from the Stone Tower, several
stories above the ground below."
Hayden whined through her gag and shivered.
"Mrrrpfh." She couldn't help herself.
"Not to worry," Jillian chuckled. "It will only be one
day, from sunrise to sunset. And at some point in the next
two weeks, well after the former slaves have had their revenge
on the two blondes, Hannah and Sydney will take you for a nice,
long hike. Probably more than one, and with at least one
overnight camping trip. You'll be naked and tied up in
some manner, of course. After all, I have to make sure my
guests get their exercise, don't I?"
With that, Jillian kissed Hayden a second time, then turned,
strolled to the cell door... and paused in the threshold.
"I don't know if Sharon told you, but during the final two days
of all orange-banner visits, I reimpose my green-banner
rules. I want all my 'special' guests to have time to,
shall we say, decompress before going home.
Pleasant languishing, Princess." She blew Hayden a kiss,
then crossed the threshold and closed the door behind her.
Hayden stared at the closed door as she heard its lock
turn. Then... nothing. Her heart was
hammering. That is, it was still hammering.
Just to confirm her estimate, she shuffled towards the cell door
until her collar-chain lifted off the floor and went
more-or-less taut. She was still five or six feet from the
portal. Even unbound, the collar and chain wouldn't allow
her to even touch the inside of the door.
Hayden sighed, again, then dragged her chain to the narrow,
barred window. The vertical slit allowed a severely
limited view of the sunny lawn below and the forest
beyond. There was no sign of Prince Charming, Robin Hood,
Well... I wondered what it would be like, she thought
with a sigh, then strolled to the bed and sat. The
mattress was softer than she assumed it would be, and the
stuffing seemed to be synthetic, not actual stiff, pokey
straw. I have a new and fun 'hobby,' she
mused. Before coming to Tauton House, Hayden's interest in
the damsel-in-distress milieu had been somewhat casual and
intellectual, only occasionally resulting in actual fantasies
that evoked finger-fiddling in bed and/or wet-dreams.
Anyway, her feet were now solidly on a new path, and she
couldn't be happier... terrified, but happy.
Hayden reclined full-length on the bed, got as comfortable as
her box-tie bonds and iron collar would allow, and closed her
eyes. There was nothing in the time-honored tradition of
languishing damsels that precluded indulging in the occasional
catnap; however, Hayden had a lot to process and sleep didn't
come easily. Finally, however, she managed to drift
off. Her last coherent thought was a plaintive plea:
Oh, who will save me?
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