BootGirl

The story so far...

After a month of intense training - 'pzorich' - in the north, Boot Girl has been sent back to Harmony in a slave crate and is slowly readapting to city life. She has discovered that in her absence a northern girl, a Valkree going by the name of Red Kite, has been playing the part of Harmony's missing heroine and fulfilling Boot Girl's 'day job' as exotic dancer Hannah Pink at Geri's bar.

Boot Girl is somewhat alarmed to find that Red Kite has been pretty successful in both roles but is even more anxious that the girl has tidied up and cleaned Hannah's flat!

Meanwhile, back in the north, Madam Bondage aka Lady Bishop is undergoing her own pzorich, subjecting herself to a level of bondage and humiliation at a level far beyond anything Boot Girl is currently ready for.

With Boot Girl back in Harmony, Cat Girl is preparing for one final showdown with the villainesses and, following a tip-off both heroines are currently crouched on a rooftop overlooking Harmony's most exclusive jeweller's, Marceau's on Rue Soixante-Neuf.

Read the thrilling and, hopefully, titillating conclusion to 'The Adventures of Boot Girl'.

Will our heroine be triumphant or will she end up in more bondage? If she's lucky, perhaps is will be both...

(And, perhaps more importantly, will Cat Girl come up with a better name for herself by the next story?)

The denouement awaits...

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Chapter 10: Crime and Punishment

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'There!' Pauline points again. The mistress and slave have passed and a tall slim figure emerges from the alley beside the jeweller's.

'You sure you want to go through with this?' Boot Girl feels a strange responsibility for her new partner.

'You sound like my governess.'

'Please don't go there.' Boot Girl shrinks at the thought.

'That's Jezebel.'

The pair watch for several minutes but the villainess makes no attempt gain entry.

'Perhaps she's just window shopping.'

'Yeah, maybe she's met the perfect someone and has come to buy a collar.'

'So, are you seeing anybody?' Pauline appears to lose interest in the blue costumed thief. 'Is that where you've been?'

Hannah shrugs unwilling to share the story of her captivity at the hands of Madam Bondage.

'Playing the field then?' Pauline runs a finger down Boot Girl's biceps. 'You've been working out too, haven't you? You look ripped!'

'Do you ever shut up?'

There is a heavy rumble and the heroines both look away from the jeweller towards the source of the noise. A megatruck is trundling down the road towards them. The vehicle is massive, taking up both carriageways of the magroad. It is rare to see such vehicles within the city as they are designed for transporting goods between cities away from the magnetic road system.

'What...?'

As they watch the truck veers off and slams into the jeweller's smashing the window and taking out most of the wall along one side. Alarms blare.

'Let's go.' Pauline is rising to her feet.

'Just a moment.' Boot Girl pulls her back.

The door of the truck opens and Fetish climbs out.

'Now?' Pauline struggles in Hannah's grip.

'No, wait.'

'But...' Cat Girl gestures frantically.

Fetish and Jezebel are now inside the store.

'What about Lash and La Donna?' Boot Girl looks meaningfully at the princess.

'Maybe they're not coming.'

'And miss this?' Hannah raises an eyebrow.

'Fair point.'

'That's why I'm in charge.' Boot Girl can't believe what she has just said.

Another noise rises above the engines of the megatruck and the two heroines look up. A flyer descends from the sky and lands beside them. As they watch Lash climbs out of the cockpit leaving the rotors running. The flyer is the one Jezebel was using on the roof of Linden Towers, black and sleek and unmarked.

'Now we go.'

Without any further word Cat Girl leaps over the edge of the balcony, swinging, apparently effortlessly, using the branch of a nearby tree to land perfectly on the ground. Boot Girl jumps and fires her boots powering towards Lash and hitting the villainess hard from behind.

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'You again.' Fetish looks up. She holds a handful of necklaces that are probably worth a considerable fortune and is in the process of stuffing them into a bag that already bulges with swag.

'Yeah. Me!' Pauline dives towards her driving her shoulder into the villainess' belly and sending her sprawling.

'Bitch.'

'That's Cat Bitch to you, Rubber Slut.'

The two trade blows but Fetish is soon overpowered and Cat Girl cuffs the villainess' wrists behind her and around the base of a display cabinet.

'Fetish. What are the fuck were you doing with that truck, I could have...? Oh, hello!' Jezebel emerges from the back of the shop with her own bag of jewels, smaller and neater, clearly carefully chosen and all blue. Pauline rises from where she is crouched over Fetish.

'If I'd known we were expecting company I'd have brought some toys.' The villainess smiles suggestively. 'You must be the Booted one's new sexy kitten.'

'I'm Cat Girl.'

'I bet you are.' Jezebel's voice is lascivious. 'I think I'd better put you one a leash.' As she speaks the villainess moves forward with almost superhuman speed and Pauline barely has time to avoid the punch; the blow is glancing and Cat Girl staggers; she tries to regain her balance but Jezebel spins and sweeps her legs away from under her; Cat Girl goes down heavily.

'Just a kitten. Can't even stand up yet.'

Pauline tries to rise but Jezebel drops to pin her to the floor with her shin across the heroine's throat. The brunette struggles but Jezebel seems remarkable solid and Pauline is reminded of the power of Madam Bondage; she can do nothing as the villainess pulls a leather thong from her belt with the clear intention of binding her victim; then, suddenly the woman is no longer there and is rolling, tumbling over and over; it takes Pauline a moment to realise Boot Girl has hit the villainess hard from the side.

Cat Girl climbs unsteadily to her feet. At the bottom of the aisle Boot Girl and Jezebel are trading blows with Jezebel clearly gaining the upper hand. Cat Girl runs towards them shouting as Boot Girl is forced back over a display cabinet; she can see Jezebel about to hit the heroine hard, a blow that will probably render the heroine unconscious. She leaps onto the cabinet with one foot to give her height and launches herself at Jezebel feet first but the villainess is too quick and ducks the flying kick. It does, however, give Boot Girl a chance to lift her knee into Jezebel's side unbalancing the brunette, and as Cat Girl lands she sees the heroine push her opponent back and snap a kick at her belly, knocking Jezebel back further and doubling her over. Boot Girl is about to press her advantage when Pauline hears a hiss and crackle over the alarm and sees her partner reel to the side. Looking up she sees a brunette in a fighting harness holding a tazer, in the dim light it is difficult to see the woman's face but there is something about her body and movement that is familiar.

'Down!' Boot Girl forces out a cracked warning, she is not unconscious but her body twitches and she is gasping following the tazer strike.

Cat Girl drops to a crouch as blast of tazer fire crackles over her head; one of the lights above her exploding in a flash and shower of glass. She shakes her head to clear it and hears a police siren over the thrum of the flyer's engines.

'Jezebel, let's go!'

'Just one police bike. We can still bag our little kitten here.' Jezebel looks down at Cat Girl and the heroine looks up from where she is crouched then slowly rises trying to show a confidence she no longer feels.

'No! We go now.'

'What about Lash and Fetish?' Jezebel looks around briefly then focusses her gaze back on the heroine.

More sirens can be heard.

'We go now.'

Jezebel nods. 'Yes, La Donna.' She turns to Cat Girl. 'Shame, I was just beginning to enjoy our little game. I'm definitely going to get a collar made for our next meeting.'

'Now!' La Donna raises her voice.

Jezebel picks up her own bag of swag and walks towards Fetish. 'A blue one with sapphires will look beautiful round that lovely neck of yours.'

'Armed Police trooper. Raise your hands or I will fire.'

Pauline looks to her left to see the trooper holding a tazer though the girl seems unsure whether to point it at Cat Girl or Jezebel. She does not appear to have spotted La Donna and suddenly staggers back her left arm falling to her side and the tazer dropping from her grip.

'Jezebel. We leave now.'

Jezebel bends to pick up Fetish but then realises she is cuffed to the counter.

'Leave her.'

Jezebel looks sharply a La Donna but nods curtly. 'Yes, My Lady.'

The trooper is rubbling her paralysed arm and Cat Girl drops beside Boot Girl.

'Go!' Hannah can barely move though her muscles have stopped spasming.

'I can't leave you.'

'You mustn't be caught.'

'But...' Pauline hovers indecisively.

'Go, I'll be fine.' Boot Girl looks past the brunette's shoulder and Pauline turns, looking up to see the trooper behind her drawing her baton.

'Kneel and place your wrists behind your back.'

Pauline's mouth falls open. 'But...'

'Welcome to my world.' Boot Girl grins. 'Officer Pepper. How lovely to see you again.'

'Boot Girl?'

'You'll have to take me in this time, Pep. Nothing else for it.' She looks up at Pauline again and mouths 'Go!'

Pauline starts to rise.

'Who are you?'

'I'm...'

'She's nobody, just a civilian caught in the crossfire.' Boot Girl cuts Pauline off. 'Go on, Pep. You know you want to. I'm completely helpless. Cuff me. Think of the kudos!'

'But...'

'Go on, Honey!' Boot Girl manages a wink. 'Let her go and you get five minutes alone with me and I'll be cuffed and naked.'

'But your not naked.'

'I'm not cuffed yet.' Boot Girl grins and winks again.

'Oh...' Detective Pepper smiles slowly, a slight blush coming to her dimpled cheeks.

'Go.' Boot Girl hisses urgently to Pauline who reluctantly stands and looks around. Another police bike is settling outside the jeweller's but the rider is looking at the black flyer which is taking off. Detective Pepper is kneeling beside Boot Girl apparently enjoying the process of cuffing the helpless girl's wrists behind her back and taking the opportunity to stroke her perfect buttocks at the same time.

'That's abuse of police power that is.' Boot Girl's voice is a soft purr.

'Er...?' The trooper looks shocked for a moment. 'But I thought... Oh.' She grins. 'So, report me to my superiors.'

'Or I could punish you myself later.'

Detective Pepper's mouth opens wide and Pauline rolls her eyes turning to leave them, clearly completely forgotten by the trooper.

*

Outside the flyer is just above the rooftops and turning south. Lash lies sprawled on the road where Boot Girl has left her, the newly arrived trooper crouching over her. A police mag-car is approaching with its siren's wailing. Pauline looks for a route of escape and, in the darkness slips down the side of the building to disappear into the night.

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MEANWHILE, IN THE TOWER OF THE ICE MAIDEN

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Madam Bondage kneels in the Ice Maiden's chamber; her hands, still confined in the steel mitts, are shackled behind her with a heavy chain that, together with the chain linking her steel booted feet is locked to an iron ring securely anchored to the floor. She remains collared and the nipple stars and genital clamps are still in place; the steel plug is still locked in her anus. She is blindfolded but no longer gagged.

She has been in the tower for three weeks enduring day after day of intense training and punishment. Most days have been like the first though sometimes instead of forms she has undergone strength training, lifting heavy weights, including the pillory under the demanding and punishing supervision of Tar-ja or, on occasions, the Ice Maiden herself; most of the afternoons have involved combat training almost always against ten slaves armed with various weapons including tazar sticks and whips.

She knows now though that her ordeal has come to an end. Below her in the castle pens ten slaves, naked and in chains are being punished by Tar-ja for their defeat at the hands of the statuesque heroine.

'Tar-ja tells me you have trained diligently, Little One.'

'If it please you, Goddess.'

The Ice Maiden inspects the kneeling slave's chains.

'I see she too has been diligent in her training.'

'Indeed, Goddess.' Madam Bondage smiles.

The Ice Maiden strokes the kneeling woman's hair with her fingers. Though Madam Bondage cannot see her the Ice Maiden is naked, her skin pale and smooth in the soft light of the chamber. At her touch Madam Bondage's body responds in the usual way. She senses the Ice Maiden walk behind her, feels the gentle fingers touch her back caressing the scars and welts caused by her training many of which the blonde herself has made. The chained woman's skin flushes and her nipples harden; almost immediately her sex moistens and she knows her Mistress must smell her arousal.

'You have always been my most eager student.'

'I have always strived to please you, Goddess.'

'And tomorrow you must leave.'

'If you were to command it, Goddess, I would stay for ever.' Even after what she has endured part of her yearns to be given that command.

'Your submission is to a greater power than mine.'

'Yes, Goddess.' Madam Bondage bows her head as best she can in the high steel collar.

'And the penitent one?'

'She endures, Goddess. I do for her what I can. One day perhaps she will find her way here that you may fully cleanse her.'

'You think she can endure.'

'As I desire to worship you, so she does with me.'

'Yet, you truly love me.'

'There is room in my heart for her because it is filled with love for you.'

The Ice Maiden stands before her and smiles.

'One day perhaps we can be together.'

'I pray it will be so Goddess.'

'You may worship me.'

'Yes, Goddess.' Madam Bondage bows forward her lips blindly seeking the bare foot of her paramour. She kisses the soft warm skin and it is as if sexual energy flows through her lips into her body. Desiring more she gently extends her tongue to touch the skin and shudders with pleasure as the way her body tingles.

'Enough.'

'Forgive me, Goddess.'

'While you are still weak you will return to visit me to continue your training.'

'I pray it will be so, Goddess.'

Madam Bondage's body now pulses with lust. She has not cum for three weeks yet has constantly been exposed to the arousing presence of the Ice Maiden. Each night the pale blonde has touched her, arousing her intensely, but has never allowed her to reach orgasm.

There is a pressure on her right breast as the Ice Maiden unlocks the cap covering Madam Bondage's right nipple, the device is still firmly locked to her nipple and the barbs still pierce her areole but the nipple itself is now exposed. The Ice Maiden repeats the process with the left nipple and then the cap covering Madam Bondage's clitoris.

The Ice Maiden kneels before her slave and gently bends to kiss one of the exposed nipples.

The effect is immediate and intense. Madam Bondage cums, the orgasm ripping through her body with a force more intense than anything she has endured in the previous three weeks. She is left gasping, her heart hammering in her chest, all thought of anything other than the intense lust pervading her body driven instantly from her.

'Forgive me, Goddess.'

'There is nothing to forgive this time, Little One. I commanded and you responded but if you prefer me to say it aloud, you have my permission to cum.'

The Ice Maiden leans forward and kisses Madam Bondage's other nipple...

*

Power pulses through Madam Bondage's body. She flexes her shoulders and the chains holding her wrists shatter; she stands tearing the steel collar from her throat and steps towards the kneeling Ice Maiden; the chains fall from her ankles; and she opens her hand shattering the steel mitts that have confined her.

Bending low she sweeps the kneeling woman into her arms as if she weighs nothing and throws her onto the bed of silk and furs where she lays pale and alluring on carpet of her own hair. The Ice Maiden spreads her arms and legs almost reflexively and Madam Bondage takes only a moment to secure her wrists and ankles before leaping upon her and forcing her mouth against the soft pale lips, her tongue probing between them.

The Ice Maiden writhes under the overwhelming assault her nipples hard, chest and cheeks flushed crimson with desire; she arches her tiny body up against Madam Bondage offering herself unreservedly to the other woman's power. Madam Bondage's tongue moves to caress the tiny pert nipples and then down onto the slim belly before plunging into the blonde's warm, wet sex.

The Ice Maiden gasps as she cums thrusting her hips up at her lover as she tries to rip every ounce of pleasure from her touch.

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NEW ROYAL PALACE, HARMONY

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'She wants what?' Contesse de Renee cannot conceal her irritation and Adele shudders at the consequences for her long-suffering breasts.

'Lady Bishop returns from her Pzorich in two days and has requested the pleasure of your company at the feast.' Adele is once again locked in the pillory making her report. 'Her Shield Maiden called me an hour ago.'

'Can't you tell her I'm not available?' Contesse de Renee picks up the discipline whip.

'Madam. Protocol dictates...' Adele's response is stopped by a stinging blow to her large and breasts. The bruises from her last punishment have almost faded.

'Gaia damn protocol.' The contesse delivers another blow. 'That castle is cold...' another strike, '...damp...' another, '...draughty...' another. Contesse de Renee continues Adele's beating until she has run out of adjectives then pauses to look down at her lover's breasts, now aglow with red welts.

'Madam...'

'Oh, Adele...' Contesse de Renee's voice softens She lifts one of the heavy globes, stroking the nipple and then bends to kiss the crisscrossing pattern of bruises. Then she kisses the kneeling woman on the lips. Adele returns the kiss guardedly but then with an increasing passion as her nipple is teased. After a few moments, both women are deeply aroused and when Lady de Renee pulls away both are panting.

Contesse de Renee drops to her knees and takes her lover's head in her hands kissing her again, pressing her large breasts against those of the kneeling blonde.

'Adele?' The contesse continues the kiss as she speaks.

'Yes, Mistress?'

Contesee de Renee grins. 'We could send Pauline.'

'No, Mistress.'

Lady de Renee pulls away and stands picking up her whip.

'Your breasts are going to be very sore in the morning.'

Adele sighs. 'Yes, Mistress.'

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BENEATH THE TOWER OF THE ICE MAIDEN

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Madam Bondage stands on the threshold of the labyrinth - her final trial, the completion of her pzorich. She has awoken again in her chains unsure, as ever, whether her night of passion with the Ice Maiden has been a dream or perhaps some hallucination caused by the intensity of her confinement and the woman's power. In the tower and its dungeons, frequently kept hooded she has no concept of the passing of time, even were she outside at this time in the late northern summer the sun would be always in the sky.

After being fed, as always, on her knees with her hands chained, eating with her mouth from a bowl and lapping water with her tongue when she is not fed by hand she has been lead by Tar-ja to the chamber deep beneath the tower where the labyrinth begins. Here the chains on her wrists and ankles have been struck away though her hands remain imprisoned in the steel mitts and the steel boots are still locked on her feet; her blindfold has been removed too; she is still collared and the clamps still bite onto her tortured nipples and sex though her nipples themselves are exposed.