by Van ©2015
| Chapter 3
Tauton House took only a week. Actually, Hayden's first
night sleeping in the attic happened the day after she toured
the house and met her fellow tenants, but they had to wait for
Chloe's next day off to move Hayden's remaining possessions out
of storage. Chloe drove a Ford F-150 pickup, so
transporting the furniture and boxes only took one trip.
Hayden's chest of drawers, chairs, and bed went into a small
room in the basement, the boxes went upstairs in the attic, and
it was all over but the final unpacking.
Actually settling in took Hayden a little longer. She
continued being very pleased with her new landlord and fellow
tenants, and they welcomed her into the house with the
proverbial open arms. It was mildly nerve-racking
starting her new job at the town library and moving into
new digs, but Sharon, Chloe, and the Hobbits did everything they
could to minimize Hayden's stress. Chloe showed her the
best running paths in the neighborhood, including the extended
weekend path around the closest city park. Andrea and
Dorothy invited her to join their yoga sessions in the solarium,
and schedule permitting, she did. And then, there were the
"hen parties" with Sharon and the others down in the
parlor. They watched TV, DVD's, chatted about various
innocuous topics, and consumed mass quantities of popcorn and
After not quite a month in residence, Hayden was introduced to
what she quickly came to consider to be one of Tauton House's
finest amenities. It had been a particularly hectic day at
the library and Hayden had dragged herself home showing her
exhaustion. Chloe suggested a "refreshing and rejuvenating
run of three or four miles," but Hayden accepted the Hobbits'
counteroffer of showing her the sauna in the basement.
"I think I know where I put my swimsuit," Hayden
said. "I remember unpacking it."
The Hobbits giggled. "Swimsuit?" Andrea demanded.
"Who wears a swimsuit in the sauna?"
"Don't be rude," Dorothy said as she nudged Andrea in the ribs,
then smiled at Hayden. "Sharon insists we use the sauna properly,
"Nobody ever wears anything in the sauna," Andrea added.
"I know that," Hayden said, blushing delicately. "I mean,
I know that intellectually. It's just..."
"You've never been naked before?" Andrea inquired gravely,
causing Dorothy to nearly choke on a suppressed giggle.
Hayden knew she was being teased. "I've never had occasion
to use a sauna in the proper social context," she answered
"Oh," Dorothy giggled.
"That explains it," Andrea said, also giggling.
"I assume it's okay to wear a robe between the attic and the
basement," Hayden said with a coy smile.
"You better," Dorothy answered.
"Sharon has a dim view of streaking," Andrea added, then hurried
towards the kitchen and the stairs to the basement. "I'll
go turn it on," she said, and was gone.
"It takes at least an hour to heat up," Dorothy explained.
"Two hours is better. The sauna, I mean."
"I got you," Hayden said with a smile. "We can use it
supper and the subsequent cleanup, Hayden went up to her room,
stripped to the skin, pulled back her long, auburn hair and tied
it in a ponytail with a narrow green ribbon, then donned her
slippers and a light, apple-green bathrobe. She then made
her way down to the basement.
Like most of Tauton House, the basement was a warren of small
rooms. Hayden knew this was common building practice when
Victorian mansions were in vogue, to partition such structures
into veritable puzzle boxes of narrow hallways, cramped
staircases, and small, often oddly shaped rooms for dedicated
purposes: ladies' parlors, gentlemen's smoking rooms, music
rooms, sewing rooms, children's play rooms, etc. And for
the servants: pantries, laundry rooms, baking rooms, emergency
doily storage, etc. At some point in the past, Tauton
House's first floor had been opened up into a more modern
layout. The kitchen had absorbed the formal dining room
and three separate tiny parlors had been consolidated into the
current parlor/living-room. The changes meant that two
cramped, awkwardly narrow back staircases no longer went all the
way down to the basement, but they did link the second and third
floors to the attic. And as for the basement...
Hayden made her way to the kitchen, then down the stairs to the
"front basement." The utilities and laundry were tucked
into alcoves, and two narrow hallways led to storerooms—like the
one now crammed with Hayden's unused furniture—and other
spaces. Except for the laundry area, the lighting was dim,
and the further one strayed from the front, the more the
housekeeping was decidedly not up to Sharon's standards
for the upper floors. There weren't hanging cobwebs and a
carpet of dirt, but things were a little dusty... and
creepy. Hayden loved it. It added to the Tauton
House ambiance of Romantic Adventure. Someday soon she
resolved to explore the entire Dark Labyrinth that was Sharon's
basement, but certainly not tonight.
The door to the sauna was directly off the front basement, and
was clearly different from the others. It was constructed
of waxed cedar planks, with a wooden handle and a small window
set at viewing height. A modern, digital control panel was
set in the wall to one side, and glowing on its touchscreen in
big, LCD letters Hayden read 100 °C / 212 °F. Wooden duckboards
were underfoot, and to the door's immediate right were shelves
laden with stacks of neatly folded towels and a row of wooden
pegs. A pair of cotton robes, one sky-blue and the other
white, already hung from two of the pegs, each with a pair of
slippers neatly placed underneath, side by side on the
floor. To the left was a tiled alcove with a drain
centered in the floor and a large shower head with a pull-chain.
Hayden removed her robe and hung it from a free peg, arranged
her slippers underneath, then padded to the shower. She
knew the proper etiquette: one always showered before entering
the sauna. She took hold of the dangling handle, braced
herself, and gave the chain a firm tug. She was
immediately deluged by a steady torrent of cold water. The
shock was expected, but she shivered and gasped,
nonetheless. Hayden made sure she was thoroughly wet, but
most assuredly did not prolong the frigid shower.
Now dripping from head to toe, Hayden padded to the sauna door,
grasped its wooden handle, and pulled it open. She was
greeted by a wall of hot air and a pair of soprano voices
shouting "Close the door!" This was followed by giggling.
It was Salt & Pepper, of course, and the pixies were as
naked as the proverbial jaybirds and already glistening with
sweat. Both had their long hair pulled back and tied with
ribbons, like Hayden. Andrea's ribbon was sky-blue, and
Dorothy's was red.
"Sorry," Hayden said, entering the spa and closing the door
behind her. Hands on hips, she smiled at the still
giggling Hobbits. "How am I supposed to get in here
without opening the door?" she demanded.
"Oh, we say that to everybody," Andrea explained, "every time."
"It's a tradition," Dorothy added, and the giggling resumed.
Hayden rolled her eyes, then looked around. The sauna was
quite large, with two tiers of wraparound seats. The
stainless steel heater was in the middle, surrounded by a screen
of cedar. Everything was raw, sanded cedar—walls, ceiling,
and floor. The lighting was indirect, with glowing cedar
shades that directed yellow-white light towards the
ceiling. There was also strip lighting under the benches
that cast more indirect light and added to the warm
ambiance. Finally, there was a faucet with a wooden handle
beside the door, as well as a wooden bucket holding a wooden
"Allow me," Dorothy said as she climbed from her perch on an
upper bench, ladled water from the bucket, and wet a section of
"That's so you won't burn your buns," Andrea explained.
"Don't be crude," Dorothy scolded, then shared yet another
giggle with her fellow Hobbit.
Hayden carefully settled onto the wet cedar as Dorothy resumed
her seat. Hayden couldn't help but notice the tiny gold
rings dangling from Dorothy's nipples. Other than their
hair ribbons, they were the only things any of them were
"That's her costume," Andrea said, grinning at Hayden.
Obviously, Hayden had been caught staring. She hoped her
blush would be interpreted as a reaction to the heat.
"My Foxwood costume," Dorothy clarified, not at all
offended. "Part of my Foxwood costume, anyway."
"She plays a Southron Halfling," Andrea said, nodding at her
smiling fellow pixie. "I play a Hobbit Ranger."
Hayden was quite familiar with the works of J.R.R. Tolkien, and
knew the girls' supposed designations were not
Middle-earth canon. She focused on Dorothy.
Dorothy nodded. "I'm from a jungle oasis near the Bay of
Belfalas, between Harandor and Umbar."
"South of Gondar," Andrea added.
Hayden frowned, picturing the map of Middle-earth in her
mind. "That's all desert, isn't it?"
"Like I said," Dorothy responded, "jungle oasis."
"Oh," Hayden nodded. Whatever. She shifted
her gaze to Andrea.
"Hobbit Ranger," she explained without prompting, "from south of
the Shire in Minhiriath, between the Brandywine and Greyflood
rivers. The place is supposedly wilderness, but there are
Hobbit homesteads and settlements hidden under the forests and
hills. We mostly hunt and forage, trading game meat, furs,
herbs, and rare mushrooms with the South Farthing and
Buckland. I'm one of the band of Ranger-Constables who
patrol the country on pony-back, using our bows and swords—"
"Letter-openers," Dorothy interrupted with a grin.
Andrea glared at her companion. "Our bows and mighty
swords," she continued, "to keep out the goblins and trolls."
"I see," Hayden said, rather dubiously.
"We both have very realistic Hobbit-boots that look like hairy
bare feet and leather gaiters," Andrea explained.
"With the appropriate skin tones and hair colors, of course,"
"Of course," Hayden agreed.
"I wear a sort of Robin Hood-slash-Peter Pan outfit in browns
and greens, with a longbow—"
"Short bow," Dorothy interrupted again.
"Appropriately scaled longbow," Andrea conceded, "and
"Again," Dorothy said, "in the appropriate skin tones. I
don't know where she gets them, but Sharon has a source that
supplies her with really lifelike ear thingies."
Hayden nodded, then smiled at Dorothy. "Southron Hafling?"
"My outfit is skimpier than the blond Hobbit's," Dorothy
explained, "and the colors are mostly shades of tan, to blend
into the desert. Also..." She indicated her pierced
nipples with a sweeping gesture. "Gold rings in my ears
and nipples. Also, a long, hooded cloak of mottled desert
colors. I'm armed with curved daggers, a scimitar—"
"Scimitar letter-opener," Andrea interrupted with a grin.
Dorothy grinned back. "An appropriately scaled
scimitar, and an appropriately scaled double-curved bow.
We've visited Foxwood under both the green and orange
Green and orange banners? Hayden wondered.
"Once," Andrea said enthusiastically, "on an orange visit, we
pretended we were captured slaves and escaped from the Stone
Tower and into the forest. We ran into Cricket and
Constance playing Wood Elves, and together we captured Princess
Alice and held her prisoner for two days."
"It was a blast," Dorothy sighed, then focused of Hayden.
"You know Cricket, Constance, and Alice, of course. Sharon
said you've visited Foxwood."
Hayden's head was spinning and it wasn't the heat. "Yes, I
know them, but..." The only banner she'd ever seen flying
from the Paramount Tower of the Foxwood Keep was olive-green,
with a leaping fox. There were other colors, but it was
predominately olive-green. "Green and orange banners?"
"The green banner means Jillian's PG-rated rules apply," Dorothy
"No funny business," Andrea added, "not even NC-17."
Both Hobbits' smiles widened. "But the orange banner means
all bets are off," Dorothy continued.
"Within the bounds of both the law and common indecency,
of course," Andrea giggled. "Actually, the 'orange' is
more a light rust or reddish ocher, maybe a dull copper."
Hayden was still frowning. "Wait. What exactly do
you mean by—"
"Consensual sex!" the Hobbits said in unison, then started
Hayden was shocked, of course. (Not really. She
hadn't thought "funny business" meant mooning Jillian or
toilet-papering the Keep.)
"That includes bondage games, of course," Andrea said once they
were sufficiently recovered from their shared giggling fit.
"You can't role-play a prisoner without bondage," Dorothy
"Jillian's Saxon goon chained us to the wall of a Stone Tower
cell," Andrea said. "You probably know her, too.
Hayden nodded. "I know Hannah, but... c-chained?"
"It was horrible," Dorothy said with a grin that suggested it
was anything but horrible. "Anyway, on the second
day, when Hannah delivered lunch, Andrea distracted her, I
slipped the key from her belt, and after she left we escaped."
"It was all part of the scenario, of course," Andrea said.
"As was running into the elves and capturing Princess
Alice," Dorothy added.
"It was a blast!" the girls said in unison, again, then started
Hayden was amazed, but just to be sure it wasn't the heat, she
ladled some water over her head. By this time, they were
all sweating like crazy; but that was the point of the sauna, of
The Hobbits didn't provide any more details, and Hayden didn't
press the issue. She basked in the dry heat and imagined
being chained to the wall of one of the cells she'd seen in the
Stone Tower. Yes... chained to the wall, she
thought. Naked, like I am now... with Hannah bringing
me meals, dressed in one of her sexy leather fantasy Saxon
outfits. It would be... horrible... like Dorothy said.
"I bet if you ask Sharon," Andrea said at some point, "she can
tell you more about Jillian's orange banner."
Hayden had been deep in thought, still imagining herself a
prisoner in the Stone Tower... maybe the oubliette. That
would be really horrible. "Huh?" Hayden blinked in
surprise. "Sorry. Uh, maybe I will ask Sharon... at
"Good," Andrea said with a grin. "It's a blast."
'I need to cool off," Dorothy said, climbing down off the top
bench. "I'll be back."
Hayden knew it was standard sauna protocol to take periodic cold
plunges. She assumed the shower would serve as a suitable
substitute for a half-frozen lake or fjord.
"Get ready for when she comes back," Andrea said.
Hayden could just hear the shower running through the closed
door. "Got it," she said with a grin.
Seconds passed... then the door opened and Dorothy reentered the
"Close the door!" Andrea and Hayden shouted in unison, then all
Hayden decided she really liked her diminutive companions, not
that there had ever been any doubt. So far, life at Tauton
House was a hoot and a half... and very intriguing.
There was a
quiet knock at Sharon's bedroom door and the mistress of Tauton
House looked up from her book. "Come!" she shouted, loud
enough to be heard by whoever was in the hallway, but not too
loudly. It was late.
The door opened and Andrea and Dorothy trooped in. The
Hobbits were dressed in slippers, cotton robes—sky-blue and
white, respectively—and nothing else, other than sky-blue and
red hair ribbons, respectively. They stood side by side at
the foot of the bed, their eyes respectfully downcast.
"Well?" Sharon asked with a warm smile.
"It went perfectly, Mistress," Andrea said, still gazing at the
carpet. "Hayden has gone to bed."
"She's interested, Mistress," Dorothy added. "She's definitely
interested." She also continued being properly submissive,
her gaze locked on the toes of her slippers.
"Is she now," Sharon purred.
"Yes, Mistress," the Hobbits said in unison, then suppressed a
shared giggling fit—and for once, quite successfully. The
rest of the evening, of their evening, was in Mistress'
Sharon placed her bookmark in her book and set it on the
nightstand, then removed her reading glasses and placed them
atop the book. "In that case..."
The Hobbits waited for Mistress to continue. Finally,
Andrea grew impatient. "Yes, Mistress?" she inquired.
Sharon gazed at the inquisitive little blonde. "I suppose
it's time to invite Hayden to play a game. Everything is
in readiness? The new pages have been added to the
notebook and the pages I specified removed?"
"Yes, Mistress," the Hobbits chimed in unison.
"Removed and safely hidden so they can be put back later,"
"Very well, we'll play tomorrow night, as discussed," Sharon
purred. "Tell Chloe for me."
"Yes, Mistress," the Hobbits chimed, again.
Sharon's smile broadened. "My little pixies deserve a
reward." She leaned over and opened the nightstand drawer,
reached inside, and produced a large coin. Even from the
length of the bed the girls could see it was a commemorative,
copper-clad token from Foxwood's last yule festival, with the
Foxwood crest stamped on one side and a holly sprig and the year
on the reverse. "You'll both share my bed tonight."
She held up the coin. "Call it, Pepper."
"Heads," Dorothy said with a grin.
Andrea rolled her eyes and shook her head. "It doesn't
have a 'heads' side, simpleton."
"The crest has a fox," Dorothy noted, "and a fox has a head."
"Oh." Andrea gave a shrug and had the good grace to blush
with embarrassment, ever so slightly. "Whatever."
Sharon enjoyed the byplay, as always. The Hobbits were
always a ton of fun. "Now that that's settled..."
She tossed the coin, caught it, slapped it on the back of her
left hand—paused for effect—then lifted her right hand,
revealing the leaping fox of the Foxwood crest.
"Damn," Andrea cursed, quietly, then smiled at Sharon.
"That means she's the one that gets tied up, right Mistress?"
"Nice try, Salt," Sharon chuckled, then focused her smile on
Dorothy. "Try not to mark her too badly."
"Yes, Mistress," Dorothy said sweetly, then kicked off her
slippers and padded to the walk-in closet for the needed
supplies. All the tenants of Tauton House knew where
Mistress kept her toys, except for Hayden, of course.
Andrea watched her lover depart, then heaved a truly tragic
sigh, released the sash-belt of her robe, removed the garment,
and folded it neatly. She removed her slippers, set them
atop the robe, and placed the bundle on a chair. She then
padded back to the middle of the bedroom, placed her hands atop
her head with her fingers interlaced—and heaved another sad, truly
sad, truly tragic sigh.
Sharon sighed as well—quietly, carefully. Andrea was now
nude, of course, and she was beautiful... tiny, petite,
vibrantly healthy, and beautiful.
Dorothy returned with a large canvas shopping bag full of neatly
coiled bundles of white cotton rope. She stopped next to
"Hand and foot and everything in between, Pepper," Sharon
purred, "and behind her back so she can't play with herself."
"Some reward," Andrea complained in a whisper.
"Shut up, you idiot," Dorothy whispered back as she pulled a
coil of rope from the bag. "She'll hear you."
"She will, indeed," Sharon chuckled. "She might even take
offense, if she wasn't such a kind and beneficent
mistress." Still smiling, she nodded towards Andrea.
"Get on with it."
"Yes, Mistress," Dorothy said, released the coil, and set to
in pajamas. Tonight, they were shorts and a camisole top
of lightweight cotton in a pink floral print. The sauna
had baked away the stress of the day, leaving her totally
relaxed and ready to sleep, except...
Hayden lay on her back, squirmed under the covers, and stared up
at the dark ceiling through half-closed eyes. The bedroom
lights were out, but it was nearly a full moon, the drapes of
the dormer windows were pulled back and the shutters open, and
there was more than enough light to see the pattern of shadows
cast by the rafters against the ceiling panels. Hayden's
thoughts kept turning to Andrea and Dorothy's revelations about
Foxwood. The orange banner, kept running through
Her visits to Jillian's fantasy domain, which she now knew were
called green banner visits, had been as a medieval
noblewoman of no particular station, no one important enough to
be a political pawn or target. That let her wander about
the Foxwood grounds enjoying the flowers and butterflies without
the need of men-at-arms to protect her from ambitious bachelor
knights or other potential kidnappers. That was all deep
background for her role-playing, of course, if you could call
enjoying Foxwood's general setting and delicious meals while
wearing a medieval gown a role. She'd already realized it
wasn't enough, hence her interest in Jillian's Stone
Tower. Hayden wanted more, she wanted an adventure!
As if on its own, her hands crept under the waistband of her
pajama shorts, the waistband of her panties, as well, and she
began caressing her labia. Imagine, she mused,
I'm a high-ranking noble maiden, one of the most eligible
maidens in the kingdom, captured by one of my noble
father's enemies at court and sequestered in Foxwood
Keep. Jillian is an ally of the dastardly duke
responsible, and I'm chained to the wall in a Stone Tower
cell... one with a nice view of the garden, of course.
The gentle strokes of her sliding fingers continued, and a thrill
began building in response.
Hannah the Saxon enters my cell with a simple meal: a wooden
bowl of some sort of stew, a slab of bread, a chunk of cheese,
and an apple.
Her hands picked up the pace, slightly.
And some wine... also some wine... in a wooden cup.
Since I'm chained to the wall and can't feed myself, Hannah
feeds me... smiling... superior... all hot and sexy in one of
her leather costumes... one that really showcases her tan,
smooth, skin and smokin' hot, well-toned body. As usual,
her hair is parted down the middle and plaited in a pair of
Saxon braids... and she's gorgeous!
Hayden began pleasuring herself in earnest.
Hannah reaches down my dress and begins toying with my
breasts. I tug on my chains and tell her to get her
'filthy Saxon hands' off of me, so she gags me with a rag and
rips the bodice of my dress!
Hayden paused to lift the front of her top and stuff it into her
mouth, simulating a gag, then resumed stroking herself.
Hannah's mauling my breasts and groping between my legs, when
suddenly—Chloe charges into the cell!
Hayden squealed through her "gag" as she imagined the fierce
battle that ensued.
Hannah pulls an ax from her belt and parries a thrust from
Chloe's sword. Chloe's wearing leather boots and pants,
a leather tunic over a linen shirt, and a steel breastplate
with hammered cups for her breasts. Like Hannah, she's hot,
medieval she-warrior hot. I continue
tugging on my chains and mewling through my gag.
In the real world, Hannah was getting close, very close—not to
being rescued, of course, but to an orgasm. Back in the
Stone Tower of Foxwood Keep...
The opponents are evenly matched. Both were breathing
heavily and starting to sweat. Hannah doesn't call for
help for Lady Jillian's men-at-arms to come deal with this sword-wielding
invader, of course. That would be dishonorable. I
whimper and struggle as the battle continued. Suddenly,
Chloe reaches behind her back, draws a dagger, and throws it
at Hannah's chest, all in one fluid motion. Hannah
parries the dagger with the flat of her ax blade and sends it
clattering to the side; but in the process, she gives Chloe a
momentary opening! Rather than run Hannah through or lop
off her head, however, Chloe uses the pommel of her sword to
deliver a stunning blow to the side of the Saxon beauty's
Hannah drops like the proverbial rock, and Chloe pulls
leather thongs from her belt and quickly ties the Saxon's
wrists behind her back, her ankles together, then links her
wrists and ankles in a stringent hogtie. Next, she
stuffs the ends of Hannah's braids in her mouth, reaches under
the unconscious amazon's leather kilt, strips off her
loincloth, and uses it to tie a tight cleave-gag. She
then sheathes her sword, recovers and sheathes her dagger,
then turns and smiles... at me! Smiling sweetly, she
slowly strolls forward.
Hayden was very close!
Still smiling, Chloe takes up where Hannah left off, fondling
my breasts and reaching between the folds of my ripped
gown to... to...
Hayden went her over the top! Screaming into her
gag (real and imagined), her body froze as Chloe's strong hands
groped her breasts and teased her pussy (imagined) and a crashing
orgasm rippled through her pussy and up her spine (for real)!
The wave of pleasure reached its peak... and ebbed.
Hayden panted through flaring nostrils, her breasts
heaving. She took her wadded and now slightly damp top
from her mouth, pulled it down her body... and basked in
the afterglow. Chloe, she thought, where did
she come from? She didn't mean how did Chloe manage
to sneak into Foxwood Keep to rescue her, she meant... Why
was she in my fantasy? No answer was forthcoming
from the dark attic. And the bed was sooo warm and
Between her exhausting day at the library, the fabulous time
she'd had in the sauna with the Hobbits, her imaginary "rescue"
in the Stone Tower, and the after-ripples of the orgasm that had
just rocked her world—Hayden was soon out like the proverbial
light, and she slept like the proverbial baby.
Hayden dreamed that she was tied down and Chloe and the Hobbits
were tickling her feet while Sharon watched... but she didn't
remember any of it when she woke up in the morning, rested and
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