MISTRESS OF BONDAGE PART V After Terry and Sue had finished their midnight supper and were bathed, Yvette clamped wide rings around their waists and chained their wrists to them in back. Chains and collars were added to their necks and then they were gagged with handkerchiefs pulled into their mouths. They were led upstairs to the most elegantly furnished chamber the girls had yet seen. At the maid's direction, they crawled onto a high, kingsize bed. Then they were left alone to wait for their Mistress. "Magnificent!" whispered Lady Miranda as she moved out of the shadows in the corner of the room. "Simply magnificent!" She was again dressed in her fetching black leotard. Terry got up on her knees as her Mistress walked around the bed to address them. "I understand from my servants that both of you have come through the training program much better than anyone could have expected." Her understated smile and overstated compliments made their hearts soar. She told them that she could not have hoped for two more perfect tourguides. "And now Theresa, Susan, I'll have your decisions," she said. "I assure you that you'll have to endure nothing more arduous than you have already done. Additionally, I'll add another 5,000 pounds to your accounts when you leave, if you'll stay the summer." She allowed them a moment they did not need for the extra enticement sink in. Their chains rattled as they nodded their heads energetically in unison. "That's marvelous," Lady Miranda replied softly to their silent affirmations. "I'm delighted you've decided to stay. Tomorrow night there will be a gathering of my most influential friends and business associates. They book the very special tours that go through Castle Thorne and I simply can't wait till they feast their eyes on you two." Sue & Terry glanced down at their nakedness. "Oh, you'll be dressed for the occasion, albeit in the sexiest evening gowns I could imagine. But, I do hope you've lost any inhibitions you might have had about your bodies." Lady Miranda then sat down between them. "And now, girls, I'll tell you a bedtime story. You will learn the most minute details of the history of this castle before the season begins, but this will give you something to think about in the meantime. My ancestor, Sir Jeffrey Thorne and his wife, Lady Anne, were nobles of the Norman race. They built this castle in the twelfth century inside the confines of an ancient Roman fortification. The Romans were part of the armies of Hadrian, which had arrived a milennium before at the zenith of the empire. Sir Jeffrey left Britain with The Order of St. John of Jerusalem to accompany King Richard on his third crusade to the holy land. They arrived at their destination in 1191; just in time to participate with King Phillip of France in the seige of the city of Acre. The repelled Saladin's relief army and mounted many assaults against the walls of the fortress until Acre finally fell to the aggressors on 3 July 1191. Sir Jeffrey, along with the other nobles, proceeded to gather up the spoils of war. One day, he came upon an auction at which the many wives and concubines of the defeated sultans were being sold as slaves. Of particular note were two young girls who displayed almost regal bearing and poise than the other slaves. They were naked save for a miniscule undergarment which barely concealed their virgin pussies and for a few ornamental trinkets. Their wrists were bound behind them and an uncouth slaver was dragging them roughly up to the auction blockby chains around their necks. Sir Jeffrey was tantalized by their nubile young bodies and incensed at the harsh treatment they were receiving. Without hesitation, he leapt upon the auction block and dealt the slaver a crushing blow to the face with his massive fist. The slaver's nose spouted blood all over his beard as he slumped unconsciously to the wooden platform. Then Sir Jeffrey dropped a leather pouch full of coins at the slaver's feet and led the two dark-haired, doe-eyed beauties to his carriage. As the carriage sped toward the sea, Sir Jeffrey learned that their names were Ferra and Jasmine, and that they were both eighteen years old, and that they had been hostages to the slain sultan for the past two years. "We are the daughters of the Caliph of Bagdad. We were abducted from a caravan by the evil Sultan and held for ransom." Ferra spoke in a thick but enchanting arabic accent. "But how can you be sisters and still be the same age?" asked Sir Jeffrey. "Your beauty is unquestionable, but you do not favor your sister." "My Lord," Ferra replied, "We have another sister and two brothers also born the same year. My father has more wives than he can count in a single breath." The carriage arrived at the dock and Sir Jeffrey's newest acquisitions were placed in the hands of Captain Tremayne, his seagoing partner in adventure. He was a tall, robust, muscular man with a patch covering one eye, a soveneir of past adventures. Sir Jeffrey told him to set sail at the next tide and reminded him, as agreed, he should deliver 4/5's of all the treasure he had collected in the holy land to his wife in Britain. Then he could keep the rest for himself. "And the wenches, Thorne," asked the captain, "what about them?" "They are mine, not to be shared in any way. Deliver them to the Lady Anne and inform her that they are being held for ransom from the Caliph of Bagdad." "I'll take good care of them, Thorne," said Tremayne through a smile that sent a chill to the girl's very souls. Sir Jeffrey grabbed his arm. "You'll answer to my spear if you haem them or use them harshly. Do you understand?" The captain nodded his head and wrenched his arm from Sir Jeffrey's grip. With that, the crusading knight went away in his carriage to continue his adventures. As soon as the carriage was out of sight, Tremayne stripped the princesses of what little clothing they had and tossed their trinkets and jewelry to the crewmen on the boat. Then he trussed up their nude bodies tightly with many lengths of rope and gagged them effectively with huge wads of knotted cloth. Finally, he dragged the poor maidens up to the bow of the boat and lashed them to the mast in a sitting position. "He told us not to harm them or use them," Tremayne said mockingly to his crew, "but he didn't say we couldn't look at them." Ferra and Jasmine hung their heads and sobbed violently as the crew stood around them and leered at them, their chins dripping with lust. The ship set sail for Britain shortly thereafter. Lady Anne was no more generous to the stolen princesses than Trmayne when they reached Castle Thorne. One look at their supple hips and their firm globular breasts and she knew that this tale of ransom must be the purest lie. She kept them chained and gagged in the dungeon at all times and mistreated them cruelly whenever it pleased her to do so. She tortured them with various punishment devices and kept them from sleep for days at a time. They were fed from the bowls of animals and even then only when the animals had eaten their fill. Within a few months, they perished from Lady Anne's vicious maltreatment. Sir Jeffrey was told, when he returned the following year, that they had died of the plague. The news broke his heart, for he had truly fallen in love with them, or at least their memory, and had longed for them and dreamed of them through his travels. Lady Anne laughed inwardly, as outwardly she at least bereaved the loss of the hostages and the ransom they would haev brought. "Legend has it that Sir Jeffrey still roams the castle at night; searching for his lost arabian princesses. We don't, of course, believe in ghosts, do we girls?" asked Lady Miranda. Terry and Sue shook their heads dutifully. "But we do believe in money. That's where you two come into the picture. As tourguides, and as demonstrators of the bondage equipment, you will play the parts of the princesses. You will be Ferra and Jasmine for whom Sir Jeffrey pines away." Having ended her story, Lady Miranda did a very surprising thing. She released Terry and Sue from all their bindings and gags and bid them to lay down on the bed. She said that they had earned a good rest and that nobody would disturb them since they needed to be fresh and cheerful for the party the following evening. They climbed under the covers quickly, and once Lady Miranda left, they talked at length. They had kept silent for almost three days straight. "Sue, I'm so glad you're here with me. I was so scared when Niko came out of the maze." "They're not going to harm us, Duchess," said Sue. "And though money doesn't mean much to you, ten thousand pounds is more money than I've ever had at one time in my life. We can pay for the damned car without bothering your father and go home with a nest egg." Sue began to yawn as the tremendous strain fo the past few days caught up with her. They continued talking until sheer exhaustion overcame them and they drifted off to sleep. It was just as well, for Terry might not have been able to resist Sue's naked body had she an ounce of strength left. They slept deeply and comfortably and Lady Miranda was true to her word. They were not disturbed. They woke some time in the middle of the following afternoon and were fed in the room. Terry was sitting naked at the vanity when Yvette came to take the trays and she asked the maid to tell the cook that the meal was delicious. "Why thank you Miss McArdle!" said Helga cheerfully as she entered the room. Her lovely smile was always captivating and Terry was pleased to see her. She was wearing a fetching blue leotard and Terry remarked to herself that it was the first time she had seen her with her breasts covered. She had brought their evening clothes and set them on the bed as Sue emerged from the bathroom drying herself with a towel. Sue mentioned that they had found most of their things, but had not seen anything of the clothes they had brought with them. "Well, Miss Hart, I'm afraid we've stored them elsewhere in the castle," Helga replied. "The Mistress will dictate your wardrobe for the time you both are here." Sue raised her eyebrows. "It's all part of the atmosphere. You and Miss McArdle, though well-paid, are truly in slavery here." By this time, Terry was holding an ice-blue evening gown against her body and gushing with excitement. Sue inspected some of the lingerie Helga had brought and both girls glanced up as Yvette reentered with two very lon tubes made of black leather and sporting several straps and pieces of rawhide lacing. The girls demured and dutifully allowed Helga and Yvette to lace their arms tightly behind them in the shiny leather single gloves. Then, they were "dressed" in stockings, cut little ribbon garters and high heels. Finally, after applying make-up to their faces and fixing their hair, the maid and the cook led them down to a comfortably furnished sitting room. Once they were seated, Sue was bound at the ankles and knees and a ballgag was forced into her mouth. Yvette produced a bottle of fine champagne and proffered it to Terry who glanced at her brunette friend. Yvette said she would also have some wine once Terry had drunk her fill. They were to share this rare, vintage in celebration of their coming debut. Once Terry had drained the glass, Yvette poured another for her and put it to her lips. After the third glass, Yvette bound her legs and gagged her as well. As Yvette moved toward Sue, Helga's voice called from down the hall and the maid left the room. Sue sighed rather impatiently and began looking around the room. Terry, however, was sinking into fantasy as the champagne and her own suppressed desires grabbed hold of her. Her eyes roamed and inspected Sue's nude, fettered body and cursed herself for not having taken advantage of it the night before. All through their high school years, she had longed to kiss her friend meaningfully, right on the lips, but had feared rejection. At that moment, Terry wanted to ravage Sue's body and to hell with rejection. She would cut through the protestations by binding the lovely brunette's arms tightly with rope and gagging her with tape and cloth and whatever else was necessary to keep her from saying no. Her hands tingled inside the glove. They longed to fondle Sue's hips. Terry closed her eyes and imagined herself devouring Sue's trussed up body with every fibre of her being. Her lips gently creased Sue's nipples and her tongue lolled around her aureola. She could even smell the woman-scented warmth eminating from her girlfriend's breasts. She was planting kisses all over the brunette's chest and ribcage and was moving down between her sensuous hips when the spell was abrubtly shattered. "Your turn, Madamoiselle Sue!" Yvette's sweet, metallic voice rang through the air as she returned to the room. She popped the ball-gag out of Sue's mouth and then to Terry's delight, Sue pursued her lips across as her as if she was blowing a kiss. When Sue had finished her third glass, she and Terry were again admonished to deport themselves in a provacative manner at the party. Then Yvette removed took them back to their room, removed their bonds and helped them dress for the evening.