Bondage Maiden · Part 2 (2/2)
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and try to undo them. This was more difficult because she couldn't look directly at the bonds with her head tilted upward.
Twenty-five minutes later, Lady Anne was ready to give up and accept her bondage sentence when she felt the knot slip.
Soon it had unraveled and Marion's hands were free, although her arms were still pinned by the rope around her elbows. Lady Anne didn't have nearly the difficulty with that rope, and within ten more minutes Marion had freedom of her arms. Lady Anne had hoped that Marion would untie her legs after she rubbed the circulation back into her arms, but those hopes were soon dashed as Marion pointed to her bound ankles. Lady Anne tried to plead with her eyes, but to no avail as she was pushed to the carriage floor.
In a kneeling position, Lady Anne bent forward as well as she could and began to kiss Marion's feet and ankles.
The gagged woman continued this act of submission, gently pressing her bound lips to Marion's feet and stroking her covered cheeks against her ankles the way a cat might. A fire began to build in
Marion's most inward parts, and compassion filled her being when Lady Anne looked up at her in the manner a slave would to her Master, but she did not relent. She shook her head no. Lady Anne nodded her head in resignation and began to pursue the knots at hand. Anne had managed to remove the cords that led to the two steel rings without too much trouble, but was having the devil's own time loosing the knot that secured Marion's ankles. While
Lady Anne worked on the stubborn knot, Marion fingered the outline of the white silk scarf that gagged her. She sometimes wondered why such a soft, smooth, even gentle material could arouse her so when pressed against her lips. When she looked down at her friend and saw how lovely the black gag made her appear, it was only natural to assume that her own silk bandage that hid her features also enhanced her beauty. Yes, probably so, she thought.
What a wonder a simple gag could be!
Without realizing it, Marion found that her feet were free. She looked down at the helpless form of Lady Anne, and helped her up to the cushioned seat. Once she had her properly seated, Marion laid her head in Lady Anne's lap to better enable Anne to remove her gag.
Before long the muzzling material was off and Marion was able to speak for the first time in two hours.
"You realize, Anne, that you must be punished for your wicked ways?" asked Marion. Lady Anne nodded her head in acknowledgement.
"Good," continued Marion. "You shall not be tormented as I have been, but a proper punishment that shall cleanse your very soul! You shall be thrashed on your most tender spot. Fifteen whacks should do it." Two pairs of eyes met for a long silent moment; then Lady Anne's dropped submissively to the floor. This, too, was a game they had played before. With a triumphant, wicked gleam in her eye, Maid Marion drew Lady Anne down across her lap.
The skirts and petticoats were gathered about her waist, and her white bottom bared for chastisement. Marion's right hand rose above her head and came slicing through the air with the suddenness of lightning. When the blow landed on Lady Anne's soft buttocks, she reared up, mewing in protest. She kicked and struggled frantically in Marion's lap as the chastisement continued. By the seventh blow tears welled up in her eyes. By the twelfth, her body shook with sobbing. Finally, the fifteenth blow was struck. In less than a minute, Lady Anne's disciplinary action was completed. Marion moved Lady Anne to a sitting position, even though it was most difficult to sit on her reddened bottom.
Lady Anne sank into Marion's arms and Marion cuddled her like she was her own child, gently stroking her hair. Marion kissed the tears away from Anne's cheeks, tasting the salt on her lips. She touched
Lady Anne's cheek with a loving hand. Lady Anne responded by kissing the small delicate fingers. Anne's moist blue eyes looked up at Marion and she rose a bit to kiss Marion on her cheek, then her very lips. Their lips met the way lovers might; the kiss was long and satisfactory to both women.
Marion felt the cool silk against her lips, wishing that this moment wouldn't end, but finally she forced herself to part from Anne.
"Dear Annie. This shall be a moment in time I shall cherish for all of my life. I love you, Anne. The secret between us literally binds us together, and I can think of no other whom I would prefer being trussed up by." Once more Marion tenderly kissed the lips of Lady Anne. "Now I must place you in that leather harness, but your time there will not be long. We soon shall be at the inn."
Part II: The Inn
of the Road
The royal carriage arrived at the Longbow Inn as promised; just before dusk. Inside, Maid Marion was removing the last of the bonds that held Lady Anne prisoner. With her gag undone, Lady Anne commented, "You know, Marion, I think you are becoming rather domineering."
"Yes, I have begun to enjoy switching from the submissive role to the one in control. Tell me the truth, Anne, don't you find it pleasurable to be totally under my power?" responded Marion.
In a little girl's voice, Lady Anne said, "Yes."
Anne again questioned Marion. "How did you know I was going to bind and gag you in the coach?"
"I have known you since childhood, dear Anne.
Your trickery is quite easy for me to detect. I thought it would be fun to see you taken by surprise. I might add, it was most delightful," answered
Maid Marion. "Now enough of this talk. Let us take advantage of this splendid inn."
The two ladies left the carriage and gazed upon the old fashioned country inn with its gables and thatched roof. A single door led to the spacious den that was dominated by a huge stone fireplace that filled one wall. Before the fireplace were three stout wooden tables.
The tables were made of hard walnut that cast its dark sheen across the smooth top. The tables had a simple elegance that came from care, as did the straight-backed wooden chairs. Along the wall opposite the fireplace was an L-shaped bar. Behind the bar was a door that led to the pantry.
Before Lady Anne and Marion was a flight of stairs that led to three guest rooms. Just to the left of the base of the stairs was the kitchen and the innkeeper's quarters. The Widow Smyth greeted the weary travellers.
"Welcome to the Longbow Inn! Do you care for refreshments and lodging for the evening?"
Maid Marion's warm smile filled the room as she answered. "We are famished and we do have need of rest."
"Excellent. We have a rack of lamb and hearty chicken dipped in special glaze, new peas, carrots, and plum tarts for dessert," boasted the Widow Smyth. "Not to mention fresh-baked bread and newly churned butter." Tom came through the door with his ladies' luggage and spied the Widow Smyth.
He cried out, "Jessie! You are as lovely as I remember you! How do you manage to stay so beautiful?"
The Widow Smyth blushed. "Hard work, Tom Canty!" The Widow Smyth was indeed a lovely woman; she was in her mid-forties, yet she looked no more than thirty. Her smooth face gave not a clue of it. Most women her age had turned to fat, but she stayed slim and trim, still able to get into her wedding dress twenty-five years later. The redness went out of her face as she summoned her daughter.
"Melanie, I am sure our honored guests are most tired. Show them their rooms so they may refresh themselves."
"By the way, where are your other two daughters, Jessie?" asked Tom.
"Stephanie and Heather are attending to a sick friend down the road. They won't be back till tomorrow morning," was the good widow's reply. The truth was the missing daughters were in the pantry, each attached to a separate wooden post. The girls were identically bound by hemp rope at the ankles, knees, thighs, waist, and chest. The ropes firmly knotted at the back of the wooden pillars. Their hands had been pulled behind the beams, and had been lashed together at the wrists and elbows. Gags made of woollen fibre kept the girls in silence… two hooded men in green sitting behind them discouraged them from testing the efficiency of the gags.
After resting in their rooms for half an hour, Lady Anne and Maid Marion came down for dinner. The Widow Smyth offered
French wine for the ladies and ale for the men. The meal would have been fit for any member of royalty, and it was quite a treat for the coachmen.
"That was a delicious dinner," praised Marion.
"Thank you, Milady," beamed the Widow Smyth.
Lady Anne suppressed a yawn. "Bed for me! It's been a long day, and I think I'll retire early."
"I'll soon join you, but for now I desire to enjoy the fire for a little while. Before I go to my room I'll check in on you, and say goodnight," said Marion.
Lady Anne went up the stairs, turned left at the rail, and went into her room. Marion was left with Tom and Melanie. Willy and George had retired to the stable outside where servants stayed, and the Widow Smyth had gone down into the pantry. Tom moved toward the door.
"After driving all day Milady, and the combination of food and spirits, my eyes are a might weary as well. Poor Willy and
George are outside… I think I'll join them." Melanie cleared away the dishes as Marion sipped her wine. She soon became drowsy as she watched the fire blaze.
Finally, Marion put her glass down, and made her way to the stairs. She came to Lady Anne's room and knocked on the door; there was no answer. She opened the door and there, across the room, was
Lady Anne on her bed. She had a gag over her mouth and was lying on her stomach with her hands and feet bound together. Lady Anne stirred, moaning past her gag, and tried to warn Marion, but it was too late!
A hand clasped over Marion's mouth. A quiet voice, full of command, said, "Not a whisper out of you!" Marion could see two men out of the corners of her eyes. Both were hooded. One was lean and well muscled; the other was a broad giant. The voice continued, "I am going to remove my hand for a moment… do not scream!" Marion felt her hands being swiftly lashed behind her back by the giant. The other man inserted a piece of cotton into her mouth, then took a strip of thick woollen material and yanked it between her sweet red lips. The gag was fastened tight against the nape of her neck, and another bit of wool that was folded in a three inch band was placed over Marion's mouth. The lean man swiftly tied the gag, pulling it tight, causing it to grip the curves of her face as if it were a second skin.
After binding her hands, the giant left Marion and returned to Lady Anne. He quickly blindfolded her and then took a burlap sack and brought it over her head. He proceeded to pull it past the rest of her body. He gathered the opening of the sack together and tied a rope around it to hold it in place around her ankles. Meanwhile the lean man had looped a rope around Marion's left elbow and pulled it toward the right one. Marion bit into the wadding and whimpered as he cinched her elbows inward until they nearly touched. He circled the elbows twice more with the rope before securing the end.
Binding Marion at the wrists and elbows would have been enough to hold most women, including her, but the man had other ideas as he laced another rope about her upper arms. Marion felt her shoulders being pulled behind her, her arms coming closer together. The pressure of the cords pulling her arms back caused Marion's firm breasts to jut out against the cloth of her chiffon gown. The man bent down to Marion's feet and encircled her ankles three times before cinching and knotting the cord between her feet.
The shapeless sack that held Lady Anne was deposited on the floor with only a faint sound of protest, then Marion took Anne's place on the bed. She looked up at the lean man only to see a blur of cloth covering her eyes. She couldn't fight the blindfolding as she felt the scratchy fabric being drawn tight over her eyes. Marion knew what would happen next as a hand touched her feet. She could feel a rope being slipped around her bound ankles. Soon the fibered cord pulled her feet into the air until they nearly touched her hands. The cord was knotted effectively between her wrists, leaving her little hope of escape. Just as Marion had watched Lady Anne being enclosed in burlap, Marion was now being similarly encased. Even with the fear that held Marion, she brimmed with excitement at being placed in bondage. She always found it intoxicating to be made so very helpless…
The lean man looked down at the two squirming bags and removed his mask, as did the giant. The lean man smiled, "Well, John, that was quite easy!" Robin heisted the sacked Maid Marion to his shoulder and said, "I suggest we ready our lovely prisoners for their journey."
While Little John and Robin were carting the ladies off, Alan-a-Dale was escorting Melanie to the pantry. The Widow
Smyth had already joined her daughters in bondage. Alan-a-Dale led Melanie to the post opposite her mother and pulled her arms behind the beam, quickly fastening them at the wrists.
Another cord suddenly encompassed her elbows, tugging them together. The two men who had guarded Heather and Stephanie began to help Alan. One of the men strapped Melanie's ankles together, then passed a cord between her bound ankles and tethered the other end to the wooden post, causing Melanie's heels to touch the rough wood. Another rope was passed several times around Melanie's dress just below her knees.
The rope was drawn tight, causing her simple dress to bunch up. The remaining ends of the rope were fixed to the wooden beam. Two more ropes were applied at the waist and thighs; each was a single loop cinched by a slip-knot, and tied to the stout pole.
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