by Van ©2015
| Chapter 9
lucky coincidence or as a result of elaborate planning on the
part of the Mistress of Tauton house, Hayden's next day off was
the start of a three day weekend. Hayden realized, of
course, that while Sharon was both Mistress of the House and
the Omnipotent Umpire of all games therein, it was somewhat
unlikely she had the ability to manipulate time in general, and
the calendar in particular. Also, while Hayden was still
the junior Librarian, she was out of her informal probationary
period, no longer pulled more than her share of weekend duty,
and just happened to not be in the rotation to work any of the
three days in question. That could only be coincidence,
Hayden was sure.
Anyway... tomorrow, Saturday, would be the day of the Third
Trial—the one with Chloe in charge—the one in which the tall
blonde (compared to the towheaded Pink Hobbit) would be the one
rendering her utterly helpless and doing unspeakable things to
her. At least I'll have two full days to recover,
Hayden thought as she strolled home from work.
Was Hayden worried? Yes, of course, just like before,
before Dorothy strapped her to her bed and "tortured" her with
repeated orgasms. And was she... aroused? Also yes,
although aroused might not be the right word. That aspect
of Hayden's emotions was rather complex. Perhaps something
like "nervous expectancy" (with a side of tingling dampness
between the legs) was a better descriptor.
Andrea had used rope. Dorothy had used leather straps
(mostly). What would Chloe use? What would Chloe use
to render her helpless? And what would she do to her
Well, I'll find out tomorrow, Hayden thought with a sigh
as she passed through the unique Celtic knot-pattern fence and
iron gate Chloe had crafted for Tauton House, strolled down the
walkway and up the steps to the porch, and reached for the knob
of the front door. Hayden paused. She could see
distorted movement through the sidelights of rippled glass on
either side of the door, and then the door opened on its own.
Sharon and Dorothy emerged. Both were dressed in heels,
skirts or dresses, and overcoats. Obviously, they were
"Ah, there you are," Sharon said, and gave Hayden a quick
kiss. "Dorothy and I are visiting a friend of mine, so
this evening you'll have the place to yourselves."
"Meaning you and Chloe and Andy," Dorthy explained,
unnecessarily. She then went up on her toes and also
"Welcome home, dear," Sharon added. "Don't wait up for
"Girls night out!" Dorothy added with a wink, then followed
Sharon down the steps.
"Uh, bye!" Hayden called after them, then turned and entered the
house. I wonder who this friend of Sharon's might be,
she thought as she removed her coat and hung it from a coat
hook, and what's for supper? "Oh!" Turning to head
for the kitchen, she'd almost walked directly into Chloe.
"You're home," Chloe observed. She was dressed in her
usual at-home uniform of sneakers, jeans, and a tank-top.
Her welcoming smile was just a tad... sinister, but Hayden
decided that was probably just her imagination.
"Uh, hi," Hayden said. "What's for—"
"Go upstairs and take a shower," Chloe ordered.
Hayden frowned. "I'd just as soon—"
"Your Third Trial has begun," Chloe explained, still
smiling. "You may address me as Mistress." She
stepped aside and indicated the stairs to the upper floors with
a sweeping gesture. "Go. Shower."
"Uh, yes... Mistress." Hayden passed her
Mistress-for-the-evening and headed for the stairs. Well,
she thought, this is unexpected.
"And be sure and take a tinkle," Chloe called after her.
Hayden felt a slight blush burn her cheeks. "Yes,
Mistress," she muttered.
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Hayden took a
quick shower, as ordered. She didn't really enjoy
it. Her apprehension had built to something of a crest, or
a peak, or... whatever. Anyway, Chloe's attitude
was unexpectedly harsh, gruff, and very much in charge.
The Hobbits had been playfully wicked. Chloe was being
just plain... wicked. Hayden turned off the water, opened
the shower curtain, reached for her towel, and began drying
herself. Her body quickly transitioned from wet to damp to
dry, but her hair would be another matter. She used the
towel to start the drying process, but it would take her brush
and hand-dryer to finish the job. The towel was draped
completely over her head and she was using both hands to dry her
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, someone entered, and
Hayden's hands were seized and pulled behind her back.
"Hey!" Naked, the towel still over her head, she felt cold
steel close around her wrists with a pair of solid clicks.
"What the hell?" Her wrists were now permanently crossed
behind her back by some sort of metal cuffs, and the restraint
was one piece and not separate cuffs joined by either a short
chain or a hinge. The cuffs were rigid and locked her wrists in
the crossed position.
The towel was jerked from Hayden's head and she tossed her head
to clear her still damp locks from her face. The mirror
was still fogged, so she had to turn to see who had perpetrated
this outrage. It was Chloe, of course, and she was
standing behind Hayden with a sinister, gloating smile on her
face. Hayden frowned. "What do you think
Chloe had grabbed Hayden and spun her around, then stuffed a
wadded cloth into her mouth. And now she was winding a
long, narrow cloth bandage around Hayden's head, across the
cloth, and between her teeth, cinching and tightening it into a
thick, tight, multi-layered cleave-gag. She paused to pull
the tangled strands of Hayden's damp hair free of the gag, gave
it a final cinch to tighten it even further—"Mrrrf!"—then tied a
Hayden squirmed and continued mewling through her gag, but Chloe
had a firm grip on her arms and was pinning her against the
bathroom sink. Chloe was doing something to the cuffs
trapping her wrists and she turned her head to try and determine
what, but between her tangled hair and awkward position she
couldn't see much of anything.
"These things lock automatically," Chloe purred, apparently
noting Hayden's interest, "but it's best to double-lock
them with an Allen-wrench. Hold still. This'll only
take a few seconds."
Chloe was correct. It did only take a few seconds,
then Hayden's captor took a handful of her still damp hair in
her right hand, and led (meaning dragged) her from the bathroom
and down the hall to Chloe's own bedroom.
Hayden was plopped down on Chloe's bed and she watched as Chloe
knelt and locked heavy steel shackles around her ankles.
They were similar in weight and design to her wrist cuffs, but
were separate and connected by five links of heavy chain.
They had one more thing in common with the wrist cuffs: they
required double-locking with the Allen-wrench. Hayden
watched as Chloe spun the L-shaped tool in a tiny hole in the
edge of each of the shackles. The butterflies frantically
fluttering in Hayden's stomach very much hoped her trust in the
beautiful blonde wasn't misplaced.
Chloe, having finished with the Allen-wrench and satisfied with
the security of the shackles, lifted Hayden to her feet and led
her to the middle of the bedroom. Needless to say,
Hayden's steps were now severely abbreviated.
"Wait here," Chloe ordered, then released Hayden's arm and
strolled to her closet.
Hayden watched Chloe open the closet door, stoop down, and
rummage in a cardboard box. Hayden glanced at the closed
bedroom door, considering the prospect of making a break for
freedom. She'd agreed to the Trial, but... Captured
damsels are supposed to make escape attempts, weren't
they? Maybe Chloe is expecting me to
'sprint' for the door. More likely,
she decided with a gagged sigh, I'll trip on the chain and
do a face-plant. She turned back to the closet and
her eyes popped wide. "Mrrrk?"
A wicked smile curling her lips, Chloe was returning with a
steel object in her hands, and that object was unmistakably a chastity
Staring at the gleaming metal device in wide-eyed horror, Hayden
backpedaled towards the bed as swiftly as her shackles would
allow, which was not very swiftly at all.
"I told you to wait," Chloe chuckled. "Disobedient damsels
are punished. I'd really hate it if you
made me punish you." She pointed at the center of the
carpet, again. "Right here, Titian," she purred.
Hayden sighed, again. The butterflies wanted her to
continue fleeing, but it was pointless. She clinked and
clanked her way back to her former position.
"Feet apart," Chloe ordered.
Her heart hammering and the butterflies fluttering at a new
level of Lepidopteral panic, Hayden separated her shackled
ankles until the connecting chain lifted off the carpet and went
taut. A shiver rippled through her body as Chloe closed
the belt around her waist. It was cold (okay, cool)
and locked with a solid click in front, directly under
her navel. And the shiver intensified when Chloe lifted
the belt's centerpiece dangling between her legs until it
cleaved her butt-cheeks and cupped her pussy. It also
clicked as it locked in place. Still shivering, she
watched as Chloe inserted the Allen-wrench in another of the
tiny holes and spun it several times, double-locking the belt,
like her wrist-cuffs and shackles.
"First time wearing steel panties?" Chloe inquired.
Chloe's gloating smile was truly infuriating, but Hayden was
preoccupied by the sensation of the "steel panties" in
question. Her heart was still pounding and now her pussy
was throbbing with the same rhythm, just a little. Her
labia were pressed against the steel—not squashed, but
definitely pressed. Also, the section cleaving her butt
was something between snug and tight, but nowhere near
punishing. The feeling was... unique... unique to her
Still smiling her gloating smile, Chloe began combing her
fingers through Hayden's still slightly damp, tangled
hair. "Metal is my artistic and professional life," she
purred, "so the Third Trial will be one of steel."
Her green eyes locked with her Trial Mistress, Hayden continued
to shiver, although she wasn't cold. As always, the air of
Tauton House was adequately heated and her hair was nearly
dry—seriously tousled, but nearly dry. The chill, if she
could call it that, was in her soul. She was naked,
captured, bound and gagged—a damsel-in-distress—and her
"distress" was simultaneously real and pretend.
This was a game, but more than a game. She tugged
on her rigid, unforgiving cuffs. More than a game.
Chloe returned to the closet for one more item: a steel collar
with an attached chain. The collar closed around Hayden's
neck with another click, then was doubled-locked with the
Allen-wrench. It was heavy and smooth, with well-rounded
edges, like the rest of Hayden's steel bonds, and its pendant
chain was something like five feet in length, long enough for
its last few links to form a pool on the carpet at Hayden's
"Mrrrpfh?" Chloe had grabbed hold of the end of the chain
and was leading her from the bedroom.
"Come with me," Chloe said (unnecessarily). "I have
something special to show you."
Hayden minced after her smiling mistress as quickly as she
could. Chloe was walking at slightly less than her usual
pace, and fortunately, the chain connecting Hayden's shackles
was just long enough for her to keep up. They left
the bedroom and headed down the hallway for the stairs.
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Hayden found that she had three issues to deal with: (1)
her shortened steps, thanks to the shackles and their connecting
chain, (2) the belt hugging her crotch as she took those
shortened steps, and (3) the chain tugging on her collar.
Progress was somewhat slow, especially on the stairs, but she
could tell Chloe was taking care that she didn't trip and
fall. Hayden had to admit her restraints were
"comfortable," including the belt, meaning nothing pinched or
scraped against her skin, but the sensation of walking with her
loins clad in unforgiving steel was... different. Hayden
needed time to process the situation, but first, she had to see
where Chloe was taking her.
They made their way to the kitchen, then down the stairs to the
basement. The only lights glowing were over the stairs and
in front of the sauna and its neighboring shower, and Hayden
could see the telltale glow of the red LED that indicated the
sauna was powered up and in its heating cycle. They passed
the sauna and continued down one of the basement's
side-corridors. Hayden had never gotten around to
exploring the labyrinth of subterranean rooms past the front
area, but apparently tonight was the night she'd get to at least
partially satisfy her curiosity.
As Hayden had noted earlier, once past the laundry and sauna
areas in the front, the cleanliness level of the basement left
much to be desired. There was dirt and dust underfoot, not
enough to cut or even irritate Hayden's bare feet, but it was
clear a good sweeping was way overdue. The soles of my
feet will be filthy, she realized as she shuffled along in
Chloe's wake, then heaved a gagged sigh. Make that my
feet are already filthy. There was light—a
very weak, very dim light—emanating from weakly glowing bulbs in
cobweb covered, widely separated fixtures overhead. They
struggled to illuminate door after wooden door on either side,
all secured with hefty hasps and modern padlocks. Hayden
knew her unused furniture was stored in one of those rooms, but
down one of the other corridors.
The parade of two, Chloe and her steel-bound and gagged, naked
prisoner, made a turn and the light of the front area was left
completely behind. By this time, Hayden's vision had
adjusted to the semi-darkness, but there was nothing much to
see, simply more dirty floor, more weakly glowing lights, and
more padlocked doors. This place is huge, she
thought. Of course, Tauton House itself, meaning the
structure over their heads, could also be called huge, or maybe
just large; but the maze-like nature of the back basement seemed
to be playing with Hayden's sense of scale. At least,
that's what she thought might be happening. Either that or
the underground complex extended beyond the actual footprint of
the house and under the back garden. Hayden decided that
was unlikely. In any case, Tauton House had a lot
of storage capacity, that was for sure.
Finally, they negotiated another turn and Chloe paused before a
door much like all the others. Hayden watched as Chloe
pulled a key ring from her pocket and unlocked the door's
padlock, then flicked a switch and opened the door. The
space beyond was small but brightly lit, relative to the dim
corridor, and appeared to be empty, except for a decrepit,
freestanding wooden wardrobe pushed against the back wall.
Chloe tugged on the collar-chain, Hayden entered the room, and
the grinning blonde closed the door behind her. She then
strolled to the wardrobe, turned to smile at her prisoner, then
reached her hand behind the edge of the back-right side.
Hayden heard a quiet click, then Chloe gave a heave and
the entire wardrobe swung open like a door. Its left side
was mounted on heavy-duty hinges set directly into the wall, and
as it completed its opening arc, Hayden beheld a second door, a
door unlike any she'd yet seen at Tauton House. It was
normal in size, but constructed of heavy timbers reinforced with
iron straps and studded with heavy bolts. The straps were
in the same Celtic knot pattern as the fence and front gate and
Hayden surmised they were more of Chloe's handiwork. The
door was secured by a very hefty iron slide-bolt and a modern
high-security padlock. Finally, there was a small port
with a wooden cover set in the door at viewing height. The
portal all but screamed "Dungeon!"
"Sharon said you're a fan of the Stone Tower at Foxwood," Chloe
said as she unlocked the padlock and threw back the bolt.
"We can't compete with Jillian's dungeon cells, torture
chambers, and oubliette, but we do our best."
Her eyes wide, the butterflies in her tummy frantic and
fluttering, (and her steel-encased pussy tingling), Hayden
beheld the space beyond. It was something like five feet
wide, ten, possibly twelve feet deep, and with a low, six foot
ceiling. And everything—floor, walls, and ceiling—were
rough-faced stone, or possibly concrete blocks made to resemble
stone. A modest scattering of straw or hay was piled
against the far wall. Finally, a hefty iron ring was set
in the far wall about two feet above the floor, directly
opposite the door. Hayden turned to Chloe. "Mrrrk?"
"Yes," Chloe purred with a sinister smile. "Your Third
Trial will be to languish in Sharon's dungeon, also known as the
'Time Out Room' or the 'Bad Hobbit Hole,' until early Tuesday
"Nrrrf!" Hayden took a step back, nearly tripping on her
shackles, but was checked by the taut collar-chain still in
"Easy there, Titian," Chloe chuckled, then pulled in the slack
until captor and captive were face to face. "High-roll
categories can also have a temporal element. I could
pile on the chains until you were a steel mummy and call that
category-six..." The chain held close in her left hand,
she began gently combing her fingers through the tangles in
Hayden's tousled hair. "Or, I can lock you in steel in
what is arguably only a category-three or four, then
can lock you in Sharon's dungeon and leave you to rot."
Her smile became a mischievous smirk. "And by 'rot' I mean
languish in true, medieval, damsel-in-distress style."
Hayden's heart was pounding, and the butterflies seemed to have
collectively fainted and dropped to the floor of her stomach,
where they formed an unsettling lump. She shook her head
(and ignored the delicate thrill rippling through her
steel-encased pussy). "Mrrpfh."
"Don't blame me," Chloe chuckled. "You're the one who
wants to play the advanced game. C'mon."
"Nrrrf!" Hayden resisted as best she could, but Chloe was
dragging her into the cell! "Mrrf!" She
stutter-stepped, her shackle chain rattling and scraping on the
stone floor, but could do little to impede either Chloe's
progress or her own. She watched as Chloe used an antique
padlock to lock the end of her collar-chain to the iron ring,
then—"Mrrf!"—her Trial Mistress pulled her into a tight embrace
and kissed her gagged lips. Hayden's bonds prevented her
from returning the embrace, of course, just as the gag prevented
her from returning the kiss. She squirmed and mewled as
Chloe continued kissing her face and nuzzling her neck, as well
as squeezing her breasts and caressing her arms, tummy, and hips
with her strong hands—"M'mpfh!"—then, Chloe released her and was
striding out the door.
Hayden screamed through her gag and tried to
follow—"Mrrrrrf!"—but was checked by the collar-chain while she
was still several feet from the door. She watched in
horror as the door swung closed with a loud thud,
plunging her into total darkness! This was followed by a
second, muffled thud, which she took to be the sound of the bolt
sliding home. "Mrrf?" Suddenly, the viewing hatch
opened and she beheld Chloe's smiling face. The inside of
the hatch was covered by a grid of hefty iron bars.
"There's a wooden bucket in the corner, in case you need to
relieve yourself," Chloe purred. "I'm afraid there's no
room service, so you're going to get a little hungry and
thirsty. But don't worry, it's only three days and three
nights. I'll wake you up early Tuesday morning in plenty
of time to shower, get dressed, and enjoy a hearty breakfast
before work. Pleasant languishing!" And with that,
she closed the hatch, once again plunging the cell and its
incredulous occupant into darkness.
Hayden's heart was still pounding, and the lump of unconscious
butterflies still occupied her stomach. She stared at the
closed and locked door for several seconds—or rather, she stared
into the darkness in the direction of the closed and locked
door—then shuffled back to the wall, carefully, so as not to run
into its rough, unforgiving stones. She then settled into
the straw underfoot and got as comfortable as she could.
Well, she decided, if ever there was a 'be careful
what you wish for' situation... this is it.
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passed, at least an hour, possibly two. The stone
floor was hard, and the straw under her naked and chained body
was of limited value. If her hands weren't locked behind
her back, Hayden though she might have been able to gather most
or all of the straw together and form a proper cushion, but
Chloe's rigid cuffs made this exceedingly difficult, if not
Hayden found her sense of time beginning to drift. She
knew she had something like seventy hours to go until
Chloe said she would return, but bound as she was, and in total
darkness, how could she possibly keep track of the time?
All she could do was... languish. That was the word Chloe
had used, and Hayden-the-librarian knew it to be entirely
appropriate. Languish. But languishing in
darkness wasn't something she'd previously imagined, meaning fantasized
about. Chained to the wall in one of Jillian Foxwood's
"Princess Cells" in the Stone Tower? Yes. Wearing
her medieval gown with her hair properly arranged in French
braids, helpless in the iron collar and long chain securing her
to the wall, the tower cell's door properly locked, forced to
make do with the rustic furniture so far beneath her station,
perhaps sadly gazing through the bars of her cell's narrow
window at the lawn and forest below? Yes. Waiting
for her knight-in-shining-armor to rescue her, or Robin Hood and
his Merry Men to storm the Keep, or for Xena and Gabrielle to
sneak in and set her free? Yes. That was
supposed to be "languishing," not—
Hayden's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the dungeon
door's latch sliding back. Then, the door swung open on
oil-hungry hinges, Hayden blinked in the sudden light, and she
beheld a female figure silhouetted in the bright light of the
ante-dungeon, and soon realized that figure was—Sharon!
"Mrrrf?" Hayden noted that Sharon was wearing the same
heels, skirt, and blouse she'd been wearing when she'd left the
house with Dorothy and abandoned Poor Hayden to Mistress Chloe's
"You didn't really think we'd leave you down here for three
days, did you?" Sharon chuckled, then entered the cell and
unlocked the end of Hayden's collar-chain from the wall.
"I know you missed dinner," the Mistress of Tauton House
continued, "so I have a snack waiting for you upstairs."
Hayden was overcome with relief. She was hungry,
and she had thought Chloe was going to leave her chained
in the dungeon until Tuesday. Sharon helped her to her
shackled feet, then led her from the cell.
"There, there, dear," Sharon cooed, brushing tears from Hayden's
cheeks. "Can you walk?"
Hayden nodded. She could walk. She was
walking. Sharon had the end of the collar-chain in her
right hand and was leading her through the wardrobe-secret-door,
out into the hallway, and now they were returning to the front
basement, or so Hayden assumed. The journey continued, and
finally, the lights of the front area glowed ahead, and they
Hayden's eyes popped wide—"Mrrrf?"—and she froze in place.
There had been a few changes.
Hayden decided the word "standing" might be technically correct,
but was inadequate. Chloe was up on her toes, bent forward
at the waist, and with her arms behind her back and elevated
towards the ceiling. Hayden recognized the notorious strappado
torture of the Holy Inquisition! Generous bands of thin,
white rope bound poor Chloe's wrists and ankles, as well as her
lower legs, across her shins and calves, above and below her
knees, her mid-thighs, her arms, above and below her elbows, and
the elbows in question were very nearly touching.
- The red LED on the sauna's control panel was dark and had
been replaced by a green LED, signalling that the sauna was
at target temperature. The distance was too great for
Hayden to read the setting depicted on the thermostat's LCD
- In addition to the light fixtures over the sauna door,
shower, and stairs, a fixture was shining over the center of
- And standing under that new pool of light was a very naked
and very bound and gagged Chloe Brandt!
In addition, an elaborate harness of rope encircled her torso
from shoulders to waist to crotch, bisecting her butt-cheeks and
labia! In addition, strands of the harness encircled the
base of each of her breasts, causing them to bulge and take on
an uncharacteristic dark shade of pink, instead of their usual
vibrant tan. Vertical or near vertical ropes stretched up
to the rafters from her wrists, elbows, the torso harness, and
her braided, folded, and bound blond hair. All of the
ropes were equally taut, and it was they that were keeping Chloe
up on her toes, especially the crotch-rope!
The suffering blonde—and by her expression, it was clear that
Hayden's supposed "Trial Mistress" was suffering—had
something substantial crammed in her mouth, and it was held
there by a tight cleave-gag of several more strands of white
Oh-by-the-way, there was an additional detail: Chloe's
nipples were captured in the steel grip of a pair of
spring-loaded, self-tightening nipple clamps joined by a light
steel chain! Also, her big toes were tied together with
thin white cord, and a vertical length of the same cord linked
the middle of the nipple-clamp chain to the toes in
question! And that cord appeared to be—to coin a phrase—as
taut as a fiddle string!
Finally, a leather whip, a cat-of-nine-tails, if Hayden wasn't
mistaken, was on the floor at Chloe's ankle- and toe-bound feet,
where the helpless prisoner could see it. Actually, Hayden
noted, the hideous thing had more than nine tails, possibly as
many as twenty, but there were no knots or iron barbs and spurs
worked into its tails and designed to turn the victim's back to
mincemeat, as was common with many of the historical examples of
"cats" Hayden had read about. The tails of this flogger's
tool were all long, smooth ribbons of gleaming leather.
Meanwhile, while Hayden had been absorbing Chloe's plight with
horrified eyes, Sharon had wrapped the end of her collar chain
around a steel support column and formed a loose hitch.
"Stay," she ordered, obviously addressing Hayden, then walked
past Chloe to the sauna and opened its door.
Hayden heard the familiar soprano chorus of "Close the door!"
from inside the sauna, followed by giggling. Obviously,
the cedar-lined furnace was infested with sweaty, naked
Hobbits. Hayden would have smiled, but was still too
horrified by Chloe's plight.
"You girls are about done," Sharon stated, addressing the unseen
"Actually, Mistress," Andrea's voice answered, "we've only been
in here about ten minutes."
"Eight," Dorothy's voice corrected her lover.
"Okay, eight," Andrea conceded, "and—"
"I said," Sharon interrupted, "you girls are about done."
"Yes, Mistress," the Hobbits answered in unison, followed by
Sharon closed the door, cutting off the giggling, and shook her
head and smiled as she strolled to Hayden. She released
the collar-chain and led Hayden past Chloe and up the
stairs. "Mrrrf?" Hayden looked back at Chloe's
naked, stringently and precariously bound body for as long as
she could, but had no choice but to follow.
Sharon's destination was her own bedroom, the master (Mistress)
suite on the second floor. She sat Hayden on the bed, then
untied and released her cleave-gag, eased the cloth stuffing
from her mouth, and tossed them away.
Hayden worked her jaw and licked her lips. "Chloe!" she
finally managed to gasp.
"Don't worry about Chloe," Sharon chuckled, smiling and combing
her fingers through Hayden's straw-infested, tousled hair.
"What you saw was a demonstration for your benefit. There
are high-roll situations I'm willing to let you experience, and
some for which I think you're not yet ready."
"But," Hayden objected, "they're torturing her."
Sharon's fingers continued combing her tangled locks, removing
straw and restoring some semblance of order.
"Chloe is more than up to a little predicament bondage and
butt-flogging," Sharon purred, "and afterwards, the girls will
take her to bed with them and extract a few orgasms from her
"But..." A shiver rippled through Hayden's pussy and up
her spine. "Orgasms?"
"Orgasms," Sharon confirmed, "and I'm sure she'll return the
"But... she's all tied up," Hayden objected.
Sharon smiled and stood, leaving Hayden still sitting on the
bed. She then turned and strolled into her walk-in
closet. "There are ways," Sharon's voice carried back into
the bedroom. "And we're going to teach you."
Hayden blushed. Actually, she realized she was already
blushing. "T-teach me?" Then, her eyes popped wide
and she gasped.
Sharon was reentering the bedroom, and now she was naked, as
naked as Hayden or Chloe and the sweaty Hobbits down below—even
more naked than Hayden and Chloe, as Mistress was neither
in chains nor bound with rope.
Hayden had seen Sharon naked before. Mistress did use the
sauna now and then. She also sunbathed in the backyard, on
occasion. Sharon was in remarkable shape. I hope
I look half as good as she does when I'm in my sixties,
Hayden thought, and not for the first time. The
captive-in-chains did her best not to stare as Sharon arranged
the bed's many pillows in a pile against the headboard,
gracefully reclined, then motioned for Hayden to join her.
Soon, despite her chains and with her Mistress' help, Hayden
found herself similarly reclined against the pillows at Sharon's
Sharon reached over to the bedside table opposite Hayden, poured
red wine from a carafe into a stemmed glass, took a delicate
sip, then held it to Hayden's lips.
It was a delicious and most welcome burgundy. Hayden took
a somewhat more generous sip than Sharon's, then watched as
Mistress returned the glass to the table, then removed a silver
cover from a small tray, revealing a neatly stacked plate of
"Roast beef, Black Forest Ham, and smoked turkey breast," Sharon
purred, "and I think there may be a few corned beef and pastrami
in the mix. Which would you like?"
Hayden's mouth was watering. "All of them."
Sharon laughed, selected one of the tiny sandwiches at random,
and fed it to her prisoner. "Now, about the rest of the
Third Trial..." she purred.
The sandwich was roast beef on French bread, with just the right
amount of creamy horseradish sauce. Hayden savored the
flavors as she chewed... then swallowed. "Third Trial?"
she asked. "I thought it was over."
"Silly girl," Sharon chuckled as she selected another
sandwich. This one appeared to be a tiny club: ham,
turkey, and bacon, with cheese, lettuce, and a slice of
tomato. "You will be spending three days in our
dungeon." She presented the sandwich and Hayden took a
generous bite. "But not three nights."
Hayden chewed and swallowed the first half of the sandwich, then
the second half before responding. "The dungeon?"
Sharon nodded, then gave her captive another sip of wine.
"In the morning, Chloe will replace your cuffs with a pair of
manacles more-or-less the same as your shackles. She
really is a talented metalworker, don't you think?"
Hayden's mind was still focused on her looming fate. "The
Sharon smiled and fed Hayden a third sandwich: corned beef on
rye with stone-ground mustard. "As for the nights..."
Hayden chewed and swallowed, her eyes locked with her Sharon's.
"Tomorrow night you'll be the property of the Hobbits," Sharon
explained. "You'll be wearing Chloe's belt throughout the
entire trial, day and night, except for showers and bathroom
breaks, but there's all sorts of things they'll be able
to teach you."
Hayden's blush deepened, but she couldn't think of anything
clever to say... or anything stupid, for that matter.
"Sunday night," Sharon continued, "Chloe will continue your
lessons. And Monday night, you'll show me what you've
learned." She fed Hayden a ham sandwich. "Think of
it as an oral final exam... pun intended."
Sharon's final remark did not help Hayden's blushing
"To sum up," Sharon continued, "you get to languish in the
dungeon by day, and learn the art of making love while bound in
chains by night."
"W-what about tonight," Hayden said in a near whisper.
Sharon smiled and combed her fingers through Hayden's hair,
again. "Think of tonight as your entrance exam," she
purred. "This way, I'll be better able to gauge your
progress Monday night. Have you ever made love to a woman
with your lips and tongue, Hayden?"
Hayden's entire face felt like it was going to burst into flame,
and her steel-clad pussy was tingling, again. All she
could manage by way of reply was to shake her head.
"No worries," Sharon chuckled. "I guarantee you'll pass
this trial and join the ranks of AD&D players. Now,
Hayden nodded again, then accepted a sip of wine and a tiny
pastrami on rye. She was finding it difficult to form
coherent thoughts, and the butterflies in her tummy were awake
and fluttering, although they were now less frantic than...
Sharon kissed Hayden's forehead. "You have your first
annual vacation coming up in a few months, if I'm not mistaken."
Hayden nodded again as she chewed the delicious mouthful of
pastrami, rye bread, and mustard. All city employees
enjoyed annual vacations, no matter what their seniority.
"Good." Sharon kissed her forehead, again. "We'll
coordinate with the others. I have a trip planned I think
we'll all enjoy."
Hayden's plate was full, and she didn't mean the sandwich
plate. That one was now half full. Hayden meant her
plate for the evening... and the next three days. She'd
worry about vacation trips later. A shiver ran through her
body when Sharon reached down and stroked her steel-clad
loins. Mistress' fingers brushed her inner thighs, but all
her pussy felt was the usual embrace of Chloe's cleverly
designed steel panties.
"I know it's frustrating being locked in this thing," Sharon
purred, "but we can't have a damsel-in-distress without
distress, can we?"
Hayden continued shivering. "Languishing in chains in a
deep, dark dungeon isn't distressing enough?" she sighed.
"Not for your Third Trial," Sharon responded, then gave her
newest tenant and playmate another sip of wine.
One thing's for sure, Hayden thought as Mistress fed her
another tiny roast beef sandwich, come Tuesday morning, at
work, I'm gonna be one horny librarian.
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