by Van ©2013
BONDAGE FAN FICTION SET IN THE WW-II ENGLAND OF FOYLE'S WAR
Whatever the "lotus elixir" the Spider Lady had given
Sam might be, its effects continued to build.
Double-wrapped in yard after yard of cotton bandages and strapped
down to the hard table, Sam struggled, squirmed, and tried to make
sense out of what was happening. She was able to focus on
her surroundings, but now and then her vision would double or
images would blur together. Also, her sense of time was...
sliding. Reality seemed to be alternately speeding up, then
slowing down, then speeding up again. Voices and sounds were
distorted, echoing and changing in volume and timbre in a most
peculiar and unsettling manner.
The Spider Lady's minions and their mistress had rushed from the
chamber, leaving the door wide open, and Sam could hear some sort
of battle being waged in the corridor. There were what she
took to be the thuds of bodies crashing together or against the
walls, the clang of metal striking metal, and at one point, the
staccato bark of a machine-gun—either that or her drugged senses
were playing more tricks and she'd heard a rapid series of
gunshots that had echoed and bled together. She couldn't be
sure. She couldn't be sure of anything.
Sam lifted her head and stared at the door, blinking and watching
shadows dance on the wall of the corridor beyond. Suddenly,
framed in the doorway, one of the acrobats went flying through the
air from left to right. Someone with incredible strength was
tossing the Spider Lady's minions around like dolls! Another
body went flying, and this time it was Mongo the strongman!
The battle continued. Then, a voice, possibly the Spider
Lady herself, shouted a command in Chinese and several acrobats,
magician's assistants, and a few Chinese men rushed past the
door. Then... silence.
An eerie calm settled over the chamber, and apparently, the entire
subterranean complex. Sam's breathing and the pounding of
her heart were the only sounds, if she didn't count the faint
rushing noise that shifted in and out of her consciousness, in
rhythm with the shifting focus of the stone walls. Sam
closed her eyes. Am I dreaming all of this? she
wondered. Is all of this a nightmare?
Time passed, and so did the sudden calm, in a fashion. Sam
drifted in a haze of random, distant noise, real or
imagined. There were shouts in Chinese. Is the
battle still going on? More gunshots, this time very
distant. There was more shouting in Chinese, even more
distant. Sam struggled, weakly. I have to wake
up. I have to... escape.
Sam opened her eyes, and stared in amazement. Standing in
the door was... "Wonder Woman!" she gasped.
She was tall, and strong, and beautiful, and her costume was just
as described in the newspapers: a bustier or strapless bathing
costume with gilded breast cups, red satin above the waist, and
blue satin spangled with white stars below. A golden girdle
something like a corset-belt was around her waist, and from it
dangled a coiled, golden lasso. Wide bracelets or cuffs,
possibly of chrome-plated steel, encircled her wrists. A
golden tiara with a single red star crowned her head and pulled
back her long, brown hair. Finally, her feet were in red
knee boots with vertical white stripes—and she was incredibly
"Thank you, Samantha," Wonder Woman said, a friendly smile curling
her exquisite lips and sparkling in her blue eyes.
"I... I said that aloud?" Sam inquired.
"You did," Wonder Woman confirmed as she walked to the table and
began releasing the straps pinning Sam to the table. She
didn't bother with the buckles, but grabbed the straps on either
side with both hands and pulled them apart by brute force.
"Diana!" Sam gasped. "You have to save Diana! She's
being tortured in another chamber!"
"I've already rescued Yeoman Prince," Wonder Woman explained as
she lifted Sam's mummified form into her arms. "Let's get
you out of here."
"Diana is safe?"
"She is," Wonder Woman confirmed with a reassuring smile.
Sam's head was still spinning. She tried to follow where
Wonder Woman was taking her, but it was difficult. They
passed several of the Spider Lady's minions sprawled on the
floor. Some were unconscious. Others were
semi-conscious, moaning softly and cradling injured arms or
legs. Mongo was among them. The muscled giant stared
at Wonder Woman as they passed, his expression inscrutable.
Wonder Woman continued down the corridor and began to pick up
speed. Soon, the electric lights were flashing past in an
increasingly rapid blur. Wonder Woman's boots pattered on
the stone floor like a drum roll—or maybe it was the drug,
again. In any case, Sam's rescuer was in an all out run,
setting a pace Sam was convinced would have easily won the gold
medal in any footrace, including the Modern Olympiad.
They flashed out into the open air.
Sam suspected they were somewhere on the banks of the Thames, an
impression reinforced by the pungent odour of contaminated
water. Then, the London streets were rolling past at a
dizzying pace. Wonder Woman dodged around taxis, lorries,
and in one case, an omnibus. Sam heard police whistles blow,
horns honk, and shouts of amazement. There were also cheers,
especially when they passed groups of soldiers.
Then they were zigzagging down dark alleys. Wonder Woman
skidded to an abrupt halt, leaped straight into the air, and Sam
found herself on a rooftop. Sam's heart was pounding.
Amazement couldn't begin to describe her feelings. Wonder
Woman crossed the roof and jumped again, this time landing on a
windowsill. Cradling Sam in one arm, Wonder Woman opened the
window and carried her into the room beyond.
Sam looked around and was even more amazed. "I am
dreaming," she whispered. It was Diana's flat! They
were in Diana's flat!
Wonder Woman settled Sam's mummified body on Diana's neatly made
bed, then began unwinding the bandages encircling Sam's neck.
The door opened and the landlady, Mrs. McGonagall, entered.
"Princess!" she gasped. "What are you doing to Miss
Wonder Woman continued unwinding the bandages. "Good
evening, Minerva," she chuckled. "I'm rescuing Samantha from
the Si-Fann tong." Her smile broadened. "You don't
really think I did this, do you?"
Mrs. McGonagall favoured Wonder Woman with a wry expression.
"Given your Amazon sisters' propensity for bondage games, it's not
entirely out of the question."
"Escape training is indeed an element of training and recreation
on Themyscia," Wonder Woman confirmed with a chuckle, "but this is
Sam blinked at Wonder Woman and Mrs. McGonagall. "What...
what are you..." Sam was finding it increasingly difficult
to speak... or for that matter, to stay awake.
Mrs. McGonagall sat on the bed and gently placed the back of her
hand on Sam's forehead. "She's been drugged."
Wonder Woman nodded. "I suspect lotus tea." Wonder
Woman's efforts to free Sam had reached her shoulders.
Mrs. McGonagall leaned close and delicately sniffed Sam's
breath. "Yes, lotus tea," she confirmed, then focused on
Wonder Woman. "I assume you have important business to which
you must attend. I will care for Miss Stewart."
"Diana!" Sam gasped. "Diana!"
"Diana Prince is safe," Wonder Woman reassured Sam, then stood and
headed for the window. "I do have loose ends to tie up
before this matter is concluded," she confirmed, She smiled
at Sam as she climbed out the open window. "Diana will be
here soon. Don't trouble yourself."
"T-thank you," Sam whispered.
"Rest, Samantha," Mrs. McGonagall said with a motherly smile,
taking up the task of unwrapping the bandages. "Close your
eyes and rest. You're safe, and Diana Prince is also safe."
Sam watched Wonder Woman close the window from the outside.
And then she was gone. She focused on Mrs. McGonagall... or
tried. "Thank you," she sighed, again, and closed her
eyes. She could feel the bandages slithering away.
Mrs. McGonagall might be elderly, but her fingers were nimble and
strong... and gentle. The air was now refreshingly cool on
her tingling breasts... her bare, tingling breasts.
"Rest, my dear," Mrs. McGonagall reiterated, continuing her work.
Sam didn't respond. She was asleep.
| SAM's WAR-II
|Web of the Spider Lady—4
SOMEWHERE UNDER LONDON'S EAST END
Fah lo Shuee had never been more furious. The Si-Fann in
London had been dealt a grievous blow, and for no good reason!
Somehow, the Wonder Woman had taken offence at her actions.
The round-eyed barbarian demoness was a do-gooder, that was well
known. That she fought the fascist barbarians and the Black
Dragon Nipponese at every turn was well known. But why had
the affairs of the Si-Fann become her special concern? Was
it pure chance? Had the Spider Lady been betrayed by her
enemies? What group among the snivelling British criminal
underworld had dared to attack the Si-Fann?
It would do no good to vent her anger on her soldiers or
associates. In fact, it would cause more damage. Only
a fool blunted her weapons in the midst of a fight. Calm
yourself, the Spider Lady admonished herself. Turn
your rage into careful action.
The Spider Lady knew exactly where to focus her ire, on whom to
focus her anger. But before the indulgence of revenge, she
must check the damage and begin to rebuilt the Si-Fann in
London. Striking at Wonder Woman or her lackeys, like the
American pilot Steven Trevor, was unwise; however, she could
remind the rival barbarian criminal gangs of the city that the
Si-Fann was to be feared. Even if its London headquarters
had been compromised and was currently crawling with Metropolitan
Police and Scotland Yard detectives, like vultures on a carcass,
the Si-Fann was to be feared.
Tens of thousands of pounds worth of black market goods warehoused
in the Chinatown tunnels had been lost. New hiding places
must be found and supplies replenished. Careful
"negotiations" with the barbarian gangs could see to that.
The weakest organizations could be dismantled and their assets and
best soldiers absorbed. The Spider Lady looked around the
subterranean chamber, one of the Si-Fann's minor satellite
warehouses. A dozen of her female soldiers milled about, but
not in chaos. They were sharpening and cleaning weapons,
taking messages from their subordinates, and issuing orders on her
behalf. The retreat from the main base had been an orderly
withdrawal, not a rout.
Suddenly, the lights winked out, instantly replaced by total
Obviously, the attack was continuing! It was time for the
Spider Lady to take command! However, before she could give
a single order, a hand clamped over her mouth, her arms were
pinned against to her sides, and she was lifted from her feet and
Eyes wide and kicking and mewling through the hand-gag, the Spider
Lady realized she'd been captured by Wonder Woman, herself,
snatched from the very midst of her minions! She was being
carried down stone and brick-lined tunnels towards the Thames, and
her captor was running at a dizzying speed. They flashed
from the tunnels and into the night, raced along the river bank
for some distance, then entered another tunnel. Lights
flashed, some from side tunnels and some from directly overhead,
but mostly they travelled in darkness.
Finally, Wonder Woman skidded to a halt before a heavy iron door
lit from above by a dim electric lamp in an iron cage. A
stencilled label identified what lay beyond as a maintenance way
station for the underground system. In the sudden absence of
Wonder Woman's staccato footfalls, the rhythmic rattling of a
passing train could be heard echoing somewhere in the
distance. Wonder Woman freed her captive's mouth, pulled
open the massive door, and carried her prisoner into the chamber
"Let me go!" the Spider Lady shouted. "Ahh!" A loop of
Wonder Woman's golden lasso had tightened around her neck, not
tight enough to steal her breath, but enough to get her full
"Silence," Wonder Woman ordered in a quiet voice.
Her fingers fighting to pull open the lasso, the Spider Lady
opened her mouth to issue a dire threat, but nothing emerged from
her lips, not so much as a gasp or whine. The rope is
magic! she realized. The stories are true!
Crated supplies, stacked bags of cement, and racks of tools and
lanterns lined the chamber, all lit from above by electric
"Don't move," Wonder Woman ordered, then began peeling the Spider
Lady's robe and dress from her body. The captive stood stock
still, offering no resistance as her outer garments melted away...
followed by her underwear. Completely nude, the Spider Lady
remained unmoving as Wonder Woman plucked the spider pin from her
hair, followed by other, more conventional hairpins, and then a
tiny stiletto tucked into the raven folds. Rings were
plucked from her fingers and toes and a thin gold chain encrusted
with rubies and emeralds removed from her waist. The
jewellery, weapon, and hairpins were tossed away.
Rope tightened around the Spider Lady's body, and she realized it
was more of Wonder Woman's lasso. Loop after golden loop
pinned her arms to her sides, yoked her shoulders, and lashed her
crossed wrists behind her back in a stringent reverse
prayer. It was the same cruel variant of the box-tie she had
ordered to be used on Samantha Stewart. Next, she was gently
eased to the dirt floor, the disgustingly filthy dirt floor, and
her ankles lashed to their respective thighs in a flesh-dimpling
"If you are respectful," Wonder Woman said as she tied the final
knot, "you may speak."
"How did you do that?" the Spider Lady demanded. "The rope
is not long enough."
"The Lasso of Truth is as long as I need it to be," Wonder Woman
"That's how you found me," The Spider Lady huffed, "with your
'Lasso of Truth.' My soldiers betrayed me."
Wonder Woman sat on the floor with her back against a stack of
concrete sacks and cradled her bound prisoner in her arms.
"Do not doubt the loyalty of your subordinates," she said as she
wrapped her legs and booted feet around the captive's body,
enforcing a lewd spread on the Spider Lady's bound, folded
legs. "None can resist the Lasso. Now, why did you
kidnap Diana Prince and Samantha Stewart?"
The Spider Lady had no choice but to answer. "The abduction
of the Stewart woman was a paid commission. The capture of
the American was incidental." She went on to explain in full
detail how Lady Jane d'Arcy had paid to have Sam kidnapped and
delivered to her castle in Ireland.
"So," Wonder Woman sighed, "Diana Prince was an added bonus.
You were going to sell her into prostitution and slavery simply
because she was there."
"Yes," the Spider Lady answered.
"Here is what you are going to do," Wonder Woman continued.
"You will redirect the efforts of the Si-Fann in Great Britain,
Ireland, and occupied Europe to assist the Allies in the defeat of
the Axis. I will not order you to stop all criminal
activity and forgo all illicit profit. Your subordinates
would baulk and your father would have you replaced... meaning
killed. You will continue leading the European branch of the
Si-Fann, but you will do your best to facilitate the defeat of
Hitler and Mussolini. Do you understand?"
"Tell me what you know about the powers of the Lasso of Truth,"
Wonder Woman ordered.
"It compels all who are bound in its coils to speak only the truth
and to follow all commands," the Spider Lady muttered.
The Spider Lady sighed in frustration before continuing.
"Its powers hold sway only so long as you grip the lasso and your
prisoner is bound."
"All of which is almost true," Wonder Woman purred.
She had a firm hold on part of the Spider Lady's golden bonds, and
now her free hand was gently caressing her captive's
breasts! "There is more." Her hand continued kneading
the Spider Lady's rope-framed breasts... then began sliding up and
down her firm, well-sculpted abdomen. "If you orgasm while
under the lasso's power, you will follow my commands even after
I set you free."
The Spider Lady shivered in her tight, golden bonds as Wonder
Woman continued caressing her body. And now her captor's
hand was gliding lower, through her neatly trimmed pubic bush and
across her labia! "No!"
"Yes," Wonder Woman whispered in the Spider' Lady's ear.
"You will follow the full spirit of all of my orders, to the best
of your ability." Her hand caressed the Spider Lady's
crotch. Then, she lowered her middle finger and it slid
between the helpless criminal's labia. "You will not take
revenge on Samantha Stewart or Diana Prince. In fact, you
will redress the harm you have caused those ladies. As for
Lady d'Arcy, that is not my concern. You will carry out your
new task, the defeat of fascism, as the Si-Fann's most important
long term strategy. Do you understand?"
"Yesssss," the Spider Lady sighed. She continued shivering
and quaking, and her breathing become a rapid, increasingly
desperate pant. "Pl-e-e-e-ase."
"Do you want to cum?" Wonder Woman inquired. "Do you want to
follow my commands?"
"Soon," Wonder Woman whispered. "You may cum very
soon. Let the wave build. Let it take you further than
"Not yet," Wonder Woman purred. "After you cum, you will
sleep for one hour, then wake, clothe yourself, and begin carrying
out my commands."
Wonder Woman continued frigging the Spider Lady, and the Spider
Lady continued fighting her supernatural bonds and her beautiful
captor's superhuman grip. The seconds ticked by... and
became a minute.
"You may cum," the Amazon Princess whispered, then kissed the side
of the Spider Lady's neck.
Eyes wide, the Spider Lady's body went rigid and she stopped
breathing completely as a massive multiple orgasm quaked
her body. It was like nothing she had ever experienced
before, and the Spider Lady had led a very experienced
life. Finally, her bound, sweating body went limp, her eyes
closed, she exhaled in one long breath, and—
| SAM's WAR-II
|Web of the Spider Lady—4
ST. JOHNS WOOD, LONDON
THE NEXT MORNING
Jane d'Arcy was at table in the sitting room off her bedchamber,
reading the morning edition of The Times and enjoying a
breakfast of tea, eggs, bacon, sausages, grilled tomato and
mushrooms, and toast generously spread with marmalade. It
was more than she could possibly eat, but she knew the staff would
consume whatever she left on the table. It was one of the
perks of their employment and allowed her servants more variety of
diet than the food ration of the average Londoner. Her
Ladyship was especially fond of Irish bacon in the morning, and
indulged herself nearly every day. Ration books were not for
the likes of Lady Jane.
She noticed a pair of noteworthy items in the Metropolitan News
section. There were reports of Wonder Woman running through
the central city with some sort of bundle in her arms. That
was... interesting. Also, Scotland Yard had executed a raid
on a nest of criminals in Limehouse, unearthing a considerable
tonnage of black market goods. Lady Jane frowned as she
nibbled a slice of toast. She hoped it wouldn't have an
adverse effect on her personal requirements. That was what
truly mattered, of course.
Her Ladyship also noted that several of the names listed of those
"assisting the police with their inquiries" were Chinese in
origin. If this delayed her commission with the Si-Fann, she
would be quite peeved. The Spider Lady's organization wasn't
the only Chinese tong operating in the East End, but it was by far
the largest and most powerful. The odds the Si-Fann had
taken the hit were... Lady Jane had no idea what the odds might
be, but it was unimportant. Only her revenge was important
and she'd already paid the Spider Lady for her services, and quite
handsomely at that.
Lady Jane stretched, then pushed her plate away and replenished
her tea. As was her habit, she hadn't bothered to dress
before ringing for breakfast. Her long red hair was loose
about her nearly bare shoulders, and she was wearing only a long,
daring, hideously expensive nightgown of pink and grey silk and
matching slippers. It was tiresome that the Nazis had
occupied Paris. Lady Jane was forced to replenish her
wardrobe using London couturiers. So very tiresome, but
there was a war on, after all. She supposed some
degree of sacrifice was required.
Just then, Lady Jane heard the door to the hall open and her frown
returned. The new upstairs maid was hopeless. "How
many times must I tell you?" she scolded without taking her eyes
from the paper. "You will wait until summoned by the
bell. Only then are you to—M'rrrpfh!"
Lady Jane had been seized from behind! A hand was clamped
over her mouth and she was being dragged from her chair! The
teacup fell from her hand and broke on the table, splattering tea
over the plate, newspaper, and tablecloth. "M'mmmf!"
Her captors were Chinese women, all dressed in clothing typical of
the London street. There were four of them, and with the
practised ease of experienced kidnappers, they were binding her
with stout rope! "M'mm—How dare you—M'mrrph!" The
hand-gag had been released, a large wad of silk cloth stuffed in
her mouth, and a narrowly folded cloth stretched between her teeth
and knotted under her hair at the nape of her neck, cleaving her
mouth such that her cheeks bulged from the pressure.
Her wrists were bound together behind her back and more rope
tightened around her elbows and pinned her arms to her body,
passing above and below her breasts, yoking her shoulders, and
encircling her waist and forearms. The rope bands were tight
enough to dimple her arms and silk-covered torso, and tightened
even further when her captors pulled strands between her arms and
body and cinched the horizontal bindings. Her Ladyship's
legs were next. Soon, neatly cinched and uncomfortably tight
jute bands encircled her thighs, passed above and below her knees,
around her calves and shins, and around her ankles. During
her struggles her slippers had flown free and her feet were now
One of the kidnappers produced a roll of white medical plaster and
proceeded to neatly and tightly wrap Lady Jane's hands, palm to
palm. Layer upon overlapping layer of taut tape was applied
until her hands were mummified from her bound wrists to her
fingertips. Next, one of the women gathered Lady Jane's hair
atop her head and held it there while another used the remainder
of the tape roll to wrap her already well-gagged mouth, taking
tight turns around her head until her lower face was tightly
covered from just under her nose to just above her chin.
The chair was turned to face the door and Lady Jane was plunked
back down. She struggled and twisted her tightly bound body
and attempted to scream through her gag, but it was
hopeless. Two of her captors had left, but two had remained
and were standing on either side of the chair. Even if all
four of the women had left, Lady Jane knew she would still be
helpless. No one could escape from ropes applied with this
degree of expertise.
Lady Jane heard someone enter the room. She lifted her
gagged head and her eyes widened in fear. It was the Spider
Lady, herself! She was dressed like the others, but her
clothes were considerably more stylish and expensive. She
would stand out on the streets of London for her foreign features
and obvious wealth, but not for unusual attire.
"You have involved the Wonder Woman in my affairs," the Spider
Lady accused. "It has cost me dearly, and now you will
pay." She barked a command in Chinese, spun on her heel, and
left the room.
"M'mmf?" Lady Jane was lifted from the chair and up onto the
shoulder of one of the women. Stomach down, head to the rear
and her kicking, bound feet to the fore, she was carried through
the door, along the hallway, and down the front stairs. They
passed several more of the Spider Lady's minions, male and female,
all wearing European clothing. They were removing artwork
from the walls and packing it in crates, as well as gathering
sculptures and other valuable objets d'art, large and
small, and packing them away as well. As for Lady Jane's
staff, they were helping the others loot the mansion! Far
from coming to her aid, they seemed pleased by this nefarious turn
"Good morning, Your Ladyship!" one of the maids shouted in Lady
Jane's direction, and two others giggled in mocking derision.
The precarious journey continued down stairs, through the kitchen,
past the pantry, and down to the mansion's extensive
cellars. Lady Jane was carried past the coal bin, brimming
to the top with black market coal delivered in dark of night
through the chute from the alley. Next came the dungeon-like
cells she used to discipline the maids, with their stout iron bars
and dangling chains ending in ankle fetters, iron waist belts,
manacles, and locking collars. Then came piles of furniture,
broken and intact, victims of one of Her Ladyship's more violent
tantrums or rendered obsolete by one of her periodic fits of
redecorating. Finally, a heavy gate of iron bars squealed
open and she was carried into a storeroom.
Neat rows of fifty-five gallon drums of black market petrol
occupied half of the large space. Lady Jane d'Arcy's
Rolls-Royce Wraith never left the mansion's garage without a full
Lady Jane was deposited in a heavy wooden chair and more rope used
to lash her in place. Meanwhile, Chinese men were using hand
trucks to wheel drums of petrol from the storeroom. Several
turns of rope tightened around Her Lady's neck, under her hair,
and a non-compacting knot was tied. The remaining rope in
the coil was tossed over a rafter directly overhead, the slack
removed, and the rope knotted to the back of the chair. The
free end was hitched and wrapped around the vertical strands, a
final knot tied, and Lady Jane's female handlers stepped back.
Jane was utterly helpless and in despair. Barely able to
squirm, she knew the taut ropes linking her to the rafter would
prevent her from tipping her chair, no matter how hard she
struggled. Not that she was particularly anxious to crash
onto her side on the stone floor, of course. Such an
eventuality would be most unpleasant, and she very much doubted it
would in any way aid any attempt to escape her bonds. In any
case, tipping or even moving the chair more than a fraction of an
inch was now impossible.
The Spider Lady entered the storeroom, an evil, gloating smile
curling her cruel lips. Behind her came a male minion
carrying two wooden cases, one the size of a large hat box and the
other about the size of a shoebox. He set the cases on the
floor, midway between Lady Jane and the remaining drums of petrol,
then turned a key and lifted the larger case's lid.
"This is a radio timing device," the Spider Lady explained.
"When its clock finishes counting down, it will trigger the much
smaller timing devices of a series of small explosive and
Lady Jane's desperate green eyes widened. "Mrrrf?"
"Yes, bombs," the Spider Lady purred. "They have been
attached to several of the drums of the petrol you've stolen from
your nation's army, one in the coal bin, and three more nestled
among the several tons of wooden furniture in the outer
cellar. And now, one will be placed right here." She
made a gesture and the minion flipped a switch on the side of the
smaller case, extended a short, telescoping metal antenna, and
placed the case atop one of the petrol drums. Obviously, it
was one of the bombs!
"After my soldiers finish removing everything of value," the
Spider Lady continued, "all of the interior doors of your mansion
will be propped open, as will every window on the top floor.
When the bombs explode, the resulting conflagration will be
exceedingly hot and impossible to extinguish." Lady Jane was
fighting her bonds with all her strength and mewling through her
gag. "The entire structure will act as one huge chimney, you
see. Your body will be reduced to ashes, assuming there is
enough left to be called a body after the explosions."
Lady Jane continued struggling, and now tears were streaming from
her eyes. "Mrrrrf!"
"Farewell, Lady d'Arcy," the Spider Lady said, then left the
The minion flipped a switch inside the large case, extended a
telescoping antenna built into its side, then closed and locked
the lid. He smiled and bowed to Lady Jane, then followed his
"Mrrrm!" Lady Jane heard the clang of the storeroom's gate
closing, followed by the click of a padlock. Footsteps faded
into the distance, and then... silence. But not quite.
In the dark cellar, helpless and alone, Lady Jane could hear a
ticking sound emanating from inside the locked case.
The chair legs scraped on the slightly uneven floor as she
The ropes binding her to the chair creaked, ever so slightly, as
she squirmed and tried to twist her bound body.
The timer continued its sinister, monotonous, tick-tock of doom.
|Web of the
Spider Lady—Chapter 4