by Van ©2013
BONDAGE FAN FICTION SET IN THE WW-II ENGLAND OF FOYLE'S WAR
Sam tossed and turned in fitful slumber. Vague
nightmares came and went. She was tied down and the Spider
Lady was laughing and taunting her as dozens of tarantulas crawled
over her naked, writhing body! Sam mewled through a tight
gag and struggled against tight, inescapable rope bondage,
standing upright in a narrow, coffin-sized alcove as Chinese women
bricked up the front! DCS Foyle favoured her with an almost
imperceptible frown as he expressed his disappointment at her
unladylike attitude and deportment! The nightmares were
Now and then she opened her eyes to find herself in Diana's bed,
completely naked but under the top sheet and coverlet.
One time, Mrs. McGonagall and a woman about Sam's age in the
uniform of an army nurse were present. Sam remembered being
introduced when she arrived at the house as Diana's guest.
The nurse's name was Poppy Pomfrey, if memory served, and she was
another resident of the boarding house. Inexplicably,
Poppy was slowly waving a wooden wand back and forth a few inches
above Sam's sweat-beaded face.
"She has received a considerable dose," Poppy said, "enough to
keep her in limbo sleep for about two days."
Mrs. McGonagall's brow was knit with concern. "Can anything
Poppy shook her head. "The effects of the known antagonists
of twice-distilled lotus infusion are nearly as debilitating as
the elixir itself, especially in muggles. Best to let nature
take its course."
"The poor wee lass," Mrs. McGonagall sighed.
What's a muggle? Sam wondered, then sleep returned.
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Another time, she woke to find Mrs. McGonagall giving her a sponge
bath, using a wet cloth to gently scrub her bare skin. Sam
was still naked and the covers had been pulled back. The water was
cool and refreshing and smelled like lavender and newly-mown
"Diana is safe?" Sam whispered. She tried to lift her head,
but found it was taking considerable effort.
"Safe as houses, my dear," Mrs. McGonagall reassured her.
"Save your strength. You're not yet well."
"The Spider Lady," Sam gasped, then her face relaxed in slumber as
Mrs. McGonagall continued bathing her limp, unconscious body.
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Sam was awake, again.
Her head was clear and she felt rested but very weak. Sam
opened her eyes... and smiled. "Diana!" she gasped.
Diana was sitting on the bed and smiling back. "How are you
feeling?" she inquired. She was back in her naval uniform
with her hair up, regulation style, and her glasses perched on her
nose—and was as beautiful as ever.
Sam blinked uncertainly. "I... They... Are you
okay?" Her voice was a near whisper.
"I'm fine," Diana said, giving Sam's hand a reassuring
squeeze. She then left the bed, went to the table with the
hotplate that served as her kitchen, and poured steaming water
from a kettle into a plain brown teapot. She then carried a
tray with the pot and a simple tea service to the bed, placed it
on the night stand, and sat back down.
"They tortured you," Sam continued.
Still smiling, Diana winked. "Can you keep a secret?"
"Of course," Sam croaked. She realized her mouth was very
dry. She sat up, arranged the pillows against the headboard,
and leaned back—noticing in the process that at some point someone
had dressed her in a simple nightgown.
Diana poured tea into a mug
and handed it to Sam, then filled a second mug for herself.
Milk was dispensed from a small pitcher, sugar added, and they
both took sips. "I sometimes work with Wonder Woman," Diana
confided. "I'm something of her informal liaison with Army
"Is that why we were kidnapped?" Sam sipped her tea,
again. It was delicious, just what she needed. "The
Spider Lady was trying to get to Wonder Woman?"
Diana shrugged. "I'm not sure. Working at Army
Intelligence can be quite frustrating. Between need to know
and compartmentalized operations, I usually don't know much of
Sam managed a weak smile. "Still, it must be terribly
exciting." Sam sipped from her mug, again, and her stomach
Diana chuckled. "Yes, exciting. You must be famished."
"I'm starving," Sam confirmed. "How long have I been
"Two nights and a day," Diana answered. "Mrs. McGonagall is
preparing some breakfast. I hope you like spam."
Sam's smile widened. "At this point, I could eat it tin and
all." Her smile faded. "I hope DCS Foyle hasn't
called. I should get dressed." She then sighed in
exasperation. "Oh bother! I don't have anything to
wear. That dreadful woman stole my uniform."
"Not to worry," Diana chuckled, then pointed to a large paper
parcel sitting on the couch. "That's addressed to you," she
explained. "I received a similar delivery from a Chinese
laundry in Limehouse, together with a vaguely worded letter of
apology signed by The Spider Lady herself. I believe you'll
find it contains your complete uniform, freshly laundered and
pressed, a second complete uniform, three sets of silk
underwear, and six pair of silk stockings. And your shoes,
of course, polished and with the soles and heels replaced."
Sam was amazed. "What?"
"You heard me," Diana laughed. "Also, the conference still
has one more day to run. You're still on holiday."
"Lucky me," Sam muttered with a wry grin.
Just then the door opened and Mrs. McGonagall appeared with a
covered tray. "Good morning Samantha, Diana." she said with
a friendly smile. "A nice Chinese gentleman delivered a
smoked ham, a large rasher of Irish bacon, and two dozen fresh
eggs to the back door, so I didn't need to open any spam."
Diana unfolded a set of folding legs from the base and together
they placed the tray over Sam's lap. Mrs. McGonagall removed
the cover, and a full fry-up breakfast was revealed, including
scrambled eggs, bacon, ham, sausages, beans, buttered toast, and a
pair of smoked kippers!
"This is wonderful!" Sam beamed. "Thank you so
"It's my pleasure, dear," Mrs. McGonagall replied.
"Enjoy." She turned and made her exit.
Sam was already eating. She was indeed starving, and chewed
and swallowed a mouthful of eggs and bacon before remembering her
manners. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said to Diana, indicating the
plate with her fork. "You have eaten, haven't you?"
Diana nodded. "Yes, but thanks for asking."
Sam's smile faded. "You're really okay?" she said in a near
whisper. Her eyes were wet. "They tortured
Diana smiled and sipped her tea. "I'm fine. It wasn't
the first time. Like I said, working with Wonder Woman can
Sam shook her head and resumed eating. "Exciting isn't the
way I'd put it," she said between bites.
| SAM's WAR-II
|Web of the Spider Lady—5
Lady Jane lay perfectly still and stared up at the
stone ceiling overhead.
She had not been blown to tiny pieces in the cellar of her St.
Johns Wood mansion; however, she had spent hours—most of the very
long day, in fact—waiting in suspenseful dread for that to
happen. The clock inside the bomb-controlling box ticked
away as she weakly, hopelessly, squirmed and fought her rope
bonds. Her mouth first stuffed and cleaved with cloth and
then mummified with tape, her hands and fingers similarly
tape-wrapped, and her entire body cinched in countless yards of
expertly applied rope from neck to ankles, she'd wiggled and
writhed and tried every trick she could think of, all to no avail.
Numb with despair and her body increasingly numb from her tight
bonds, she finally surrendered to her fate... her horrible,
Suddenly, the iron gate of her subterranean prison was unlocked
and opened and four Chinese women entered. By their dress
they were the very same minions of the Spider Lady who had
rendered her helpless in the sitting room of her bedchamber,
carried her to this very location, and lashed her to this very
chair. Two were carrying a large wicker hamper. The
other two began freeing her from the chair.
They're letting me go? Lady Jane wondered. This
has all been a cruel joke?
The women released her from the chair but did not untie her other
bonds. The lid of the hamper was opened and she was placed
inside, atop a mass of rumpled silk underwear, some of which Lady
Jane recognized as her own panties, camisoles, slips, and
nightgowns. Then, the lid closed. Some light filtered
through the wicker lid as she was lifted and carried away, but
mostly all was darkness. Her bound and gagged body jostled
inside the wicker-walled prison as they carried her up the stairs.
The hamper was deposited in what Lady Jane suspected was the back
of a lorry, its motor growled to life, and the journey
continued. She could hear honking horns and other sounds of
traffic and tried screaming for help. The resulting
gag-muffled pleas were pathetically inadequate, even to her own
The lorry stopped, the hamper lifted, and she was carried off
again. At least three flights of stairs were negotiated, all
leading down. Finally, the hamper was plunked down, its lid
opened, and Lady Jane found herself in yet another stone-walled
chamber. A deep sink fed by dripping plumbing was against
one wall and a large drain covered by an iron grille was in the
centre of the concrete floor.
Lady Jane was lifted from the hamper, her handlers began untying
her rope bonds, and in a surprisingly short time Lady Jane was
free. Her fingers and hands were still buried under tight,
overlapping bands of tape and she was still gagged, but her rope
bonds had melted away. However, she had little chance to
savour her new situation as her handlers ripped her nightgown and
panties from her body! Then, nude and her arms in the firm
grip of two of the Spider Lady's minions, Lady Jane was doused
with a bucket of cold water!
The first bucket was followed by a second, then, her hair a sodden
mass of wet strands and her nude, pale, water-beaded body
shivering and quaking, she was dragged from the chamber, down a
corridor, and into a second chamber, this one with a wooden table
under a bank of electric lights. Four more female minions
were waiting, and together they lifted Lady Jane onto the the
table and rolled her on her back. Her Ladyship would have
struggled, but she was weak from hours of struggling against her
bonds and her handlers were strong and skilled in the art of
controlling squirming prisoners.
Much to her alarm, with four or more of the minions continuing to
hold her down, the others began wrapping her feet and legs in
Lady Jane's toes, feet, and ankles disappeared under overlapping
layers of cloth and slowly, inexorably, the cloth tide crept up
her legs. Her shins and calves, her knees, and then her
thighs were covered, her handlers interlacing the end of one
bandage with the start of the next and maintaining firm, uniform
pressure. Lifting her squirming body while maintaining their
firm hold on her limbs, the minions swaddled her crotch and then
began wrapping her torso. Soon, her waist, breasts, and
shoulders were shrouded, with diagonal bandages yoking her
shoulders and criss-crossing between her already covered
breasts. Her arms and tape-shrouded hands were next.
Lady Jane was now mummified from the neck down, but her handlers
were far from finished.
Lady Jane's bandage-covered legs were placed together and a second
layer of cloth strips applied. The minions used a
basket-weave pattern, interlacing several strips of bandage at
once to make a tight bundle of Her Ladyship's legs. They
continued up and over her hips and tummy. There was a pause
while they crossed her bandage-wrapped arms across her upper body,
just below her breasts, then used a harness of bandages to keep
them there. Then, the basket-weaving continued until her
arms disappeared under the tight, uniform sheath and the second
layer reached her neck.
Her now partly dried hair was brushed and combed, then coiled atop
her head. Bandages had been interlaced with the auburn
strands and were tightened and tucked around her head with her
hair, maintaining the arrangement in lieu of hairpins.
A blade flashed and the layers of medical plaster covering Her
Ladyship's gag were carefully sliced and the tape peeled
away. The cleaving cloth of the underlying gag was untied
and the stuffing plucked from her mouth.
Lady Jane licked her lips and worked her jaw before trying to
speak. "Please," she gasped. Her upper body was
lifted, a stoneware cup held to her lips, and she drank without
urging. She was quite thirsty from her hours of being
gagged. It was lukewarm tea, strong and bitter but welcome,
nonetheless. She drained the cup and it was taken
away. "Please," she begged, "I'm sorry I—Mrrrf!"
A fresh wad of silk was stuffed in her mouth and tight, multiple
layers of bandage applied to keep it there. Next, the
minions proceeded to mummify her entire head, winding layer after
layer of cloth bandages completely around her cranium, under her
chin and over her crown, and across her face and forehead.
Only a tent-like opening over her nostrils and a slit across her
desperate green eyes left anything exposed.
And then, they left. The women stepped away from the table,
the bright lights directly overhead clicked off, and Lady Jane was
alone. A second light source to her left and below the level
of the table provided some light, but it took a while for her eyes
to adjust to the near darkness.
Lady Jane lay perfectly still and stared up at the stone ceiling
Time passed... perhaps an hour.
Then, The Spider Lady appeared, silent as a ghost. Dressed
in street clothes, she smiled down at her victim.
Lady Jane stared back. She tried squirming in her cloth
cocoon and mewling through her gag—but much to her distress she
found she could barely move! It wasn't just the tightness of
the bandages, her body wouldn't respond to her mental
commands! Her vocal cords wouldn't respond either!
"Have you guessed your fate?" the Spider Lady inquired.
"Have you noticed that you have been prepared exactly in the
manner you ordered your erstwhile victim, Samantha Stewart, to be
prepared?" She reached out and rested her hand on Lady
Jane's doubly-wrapped tummy. "There is one difference," the
Spider Lady continued. "I ordered the English youngster
dosed with twice-distilled lotus elixir, so she would sleep
through her journey. You, on the other hand, have been given
Tantalus potion. Your body is virtually paralysed and will
remain so until you arrive at your destination. Your mind,
however, is fully awake and will remain fully awake. In
fact, you will find it impossible to sleep."
Lady Jane blinked in distress. It was the only voluntary
motion she found possible.
"Cruel?" the Spider Lady sighed. "Yes, but I must make you
an example, an example for my soldiers and especially for rivals
of the Si-Fann."
Her captor made a gesture and Lady Jane heard the thud of
something heavy being deposited on the stone floor. Then,
four of the Spider Lady's female minions appeared and lifted her
from the table. They carried her towards a long, narrow
wooden crate. Another minion removed the crate's lid, and
inside Lady Jane beheld a metal coffin! It was the rounded,
form-fitting variety often used during Victoria's reign, and its
lid was secured by six hinged brackets with screw-fittings, three
on either side.
Lady Jane screamed through her gag and struggled and squirmed for
all she was worth inside her tight, inescapable mummy
wrappings—but only in her mind. To the outside world
she was a mute, unmoving bundle. The minions placed her on
her back in the coffin. It was a tight fit; however, it was
not airtight. As the lid was lowered into place, Lady Jane
could see light through tiny, unobtrusive holes drilled in its
sides. Then, the lid clanged into place, its lip fitting
into a slot in the main coffin. She heard the lid's brackets
click into place and assumed their screws were being
tightened. There was a pause... and Lady Jane heard the
crate's lid slide in place, followed by the dreadful hammering of
nails being pounded into place! Even from inside the sealed
coffin she could hear the nails!
Lady Jane continued her silent scream—and very much feared it
would never stop!
| SAM's WAR-II
|Web of the Spider Lady—5
"Diana, you didn't have to do this," Sam sighed.
"I could have managed." Sam was carrying her valise and
Diana had a khaki canvas bag she had scrounged from one of her
house-mates slung over one shoulder. It contained Sam's new
uniform, knickers, and stockings, her gifts from the Spider Lady,
since there had been no room in Sam's valise. Both were in
uniform and both were turning heads as they passed soldiers in the
street, although they were too deep in conversation to notice.
"I'm not due back at Bushy Park 'til tomorrow morning," Diana
chuckled, "so of course I'm coming to help. You're a
recovering invalid, remember?"
"Very funny," Sam huffed. They'd agreed not to discuss the
events of Sam's "London vacation" with DCS Foyle, meaning their
abduction by the Spider Lady and rescue by you-know-who.
Diana's connection with Wonder Woman was hush hush—whatever the
details of her connection might actually be—so they'd agreed that
mum was the word.. That said, Foyle had called the boarding
house and the young woman who answered, a Canadian Army clerk from
Ontario, had let slip that Sam was sick.
"Bad fish and chips," Diana reminded Sam. "When he asks, you
ate some bad fish and chips."
"Yes, yes," Sam sighed, "an absolutely evil piece of fish
and some dastardly chips. I'm lucky I'm not in
hospital. He's a detective, you know. It's probably
best if I don't say anything, or as little as possible."
"Whatever you think best," Diana chuckled. They reached the
building hosting the conference and went around to the garage
entrance. Sam signed for the Wolseley's keys and they loaded
her luggage in the boot. She noted that Foyle's bag was
already there. He must have cleared out of his hotel this
morning so they could make a fast getaway.
"Don't misplace the address and phone number I gave you," Diana
continued in a whisper. "If anything happens in Hastings,
let me know immediately and—" She paused while a British
Sergeant climbed behind the wheel of a staff car and drove it
away. "I'll come down as soon as I can." She
winked. "And I'll bring help."
"We agreed that I'm in no danger," Sam responded. "The
Spider Lady won't dare go back on her word to... your friend."
Diana shrugged. "That's Wonder Woman's opinion, but if I
didn't agree with her I'd insist on you spilling the beans to your
boss." Diana's smile widened at Sam's horrified
expression. "If you want," she teased, "I can ask Wonder
Woman to explain the situation in person."
"Don't you dare!" Sam gasped. "He'd never let me leave the
Hastings station again. He'd probably lock me in one of the
Diana smiled. "Safe journey, Samantha." She leaned
close and planted a chaste kiss on Sam's cheek and it was
returned. "You're in no danger, not from the Spider Lady,
anyway. Wonder Woman is never wrong about such things."
Sam's smile returned. "Thank you so very much for
"It was nothing," Diana said, smiling back. "If I'm ever in
"You'll have a place to stay," Sam said instantly. Several
Army and Navy Officers were entering the garage area, as well as a
pair of senior police officials in uniform. It looked like
the conference had finally broken up. "I should go to the
front," Sam said.
They made their way to the front steps of the building.
"Until we meet again, Samantha," Diana said. They embraced,
exchanged their final goodbyes, and the American walked away.
Sam watched Diana fade into the bustling pedestrian traffic, then
turned to find DCS Foyle descending the steps.
"Sam," Foyle said, "I heard you were feeling under the
weather." Fatherly concern was evident on his maturely
"A piece of bad fish," Sam explained (desperately hoping she was
fooling her boss), "but I'm fine now. The Wolseley is in the
"Are you sure you're recovered?" Foyle insisted. "Do you
want me to drive?"
Sam smiled and snapped a jaunty salute. "Right as rain,
sir. Everything is tickety-boo."
|Web of the
Spider Lady—Chapter 5