BootGirl

The story so far...

Since Contesse de Renee disbanded the Harmony Heroines, the Villainesses have been running unchecked across the city of Harmony. On the Lower East Side Fetish is running a protection racket which allows free rein to her more creative perversions when the citizens won't pay up. Along with her partner, Lash, she's also indulging in a little kidnapping both for her own gratification and the southern slave trade. Jezebel, meanwhile, has taken up cat-burglary among the penthouses and swanky apartments of the Commercial and Palace districts; not only does this satisfy her desire for sapphires but it provides the opportunity to enjoy in a little flirtation and bondage with her victims.

Even street vixen, Minx, and her gang are running wild in the Mall...

...and the city troopers appear powerless to stop them.

Only Boot Girl, it seems, stands for law and order but she has been branded a vigilante and is as high on the wanted lists as the Villainesses. At least the Contesse's daughter, Pauline de Renee, lately returned from finishing school in Angeland, thinks the diminutive heroine is cool, or perhaps, hot. Something which has just lead the princess to indulge in a little vigilanteism of her own; an act for which her guardian, Adele, will probably punish her later.

Oh, yes, and Lady Devonshire, the Angelisch Ambassadress seems to be a keen art collector; so keen she is about to take Candy and Cherry, the girls from Madam Equus' art gallery to dinner....

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Chapter 2: Harmony Nights

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DOWNTOWN HARMONY

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It is nearly dark when Pauline and Adele leave the mall. Street lights reflect off the gleaming plasteel of the surrounding buildings. Pauline is driving an unmarked though expensive lightweight hovercar which glides smoothly some six inches over the steel road surface. She engages the impulse drive and pulls forward into the traffic. Adele sits beside her fretting.

'Are you sure you don't want me to drive?'

'I'll be fine. I have passed my test you know.'

'Yes, but you've been away for most of the year. This is a bit different to an Angelisch pony cart.'

Pauline glares across at Adele.

'Like I said, I'm not a child anymore.'

'Watch out!'

A trap in the wrong lane pulls across in front of them, the driver, clearly a city trader in striped blouse, blue shorts (incredibly tight but still 'held up' by red braces that stretch almost obscenely over her pneumatic breasts) and expensive leather boots, whipping the blinkered blonde harnessed between the shafts furiously. The blonde pony, sleek and clearly a thoroughbred racer probably unused to city traffic, struggles to maintain her balance, her blades skittering on the slightly wet steel road. The trap cuts into the pony cart lane and Pauline pulls away again.

They crawl through the evening traffic; heavy, slow mag-cars pulling away far less quickly than Pauline is able to, before managing to get down into the underpass where they manage to pick up some speed.

'You should have taken the tunnel.'

Pauline glares at Adele.

'I prefer the bridge.'

The rest of the journey is passed in silence.

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THE DONJON

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'The Donjon' is a fashionable restaurant for society mistresses and their highly pampered slaves; it occupies the top floor of the Tower Hotel and offers one of the best views in the city to all but those unfortunate enough to spend the evening blindfolded, a severe punishment for any 'Slabe' as the press describe the rich's 'Slave Babes'. The food is renowned across Belladonia and the Chef de Maison, Sadia, is highly regarded.

Intimate tables at the restaurant are generally equipped with a single chair, the slave being expected to kneel beside her mistress, usually chained to a ring mounted in the table or set into the floor; such slaves are then fed by their mistress' hand or given bowls on the floor from which they may eat and drink, usually by lapping their meals with their tongues; larger groups are catered for in smaller rooms and here slaves can be more elaborately restrained while they are fed although Sadia always expresses her displeasure if her food is eaten directly off a slaves belly or, indeed, any other part of her anatomy with the exception of her popular chocolate brittle dessert.

The Donjon always welcomes Lady Devonshire and as she enters with Candy and Cherry in tow the Maitress D' bows a gracious welcome and escorts her personally to her window table. Candy and Cherry kneel dutifully and are duly fastened to the table by their right and left nipples respectively.

Lady Devonshire orders a bottle of sparkling Linden (the '73) and pours a little into the girls' bowls over which they bend to lap it up.

'I've never asked, are you completely identical?'

'No, Mistress.' Candy giggles and looks meaningfully at her sister.

'I've always been fascinated by twins.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Both girls begin to giggle and Lady Devonshire lets the matter drop ceding to the notion that it is the effect of the Linden their empty stomachs.

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MEANWHILE, ACROSS TOWN

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Boot Girl lands on the roof of her apartment block in Harmony's unfashionable East Side. It is a run down part of the city teaming with cheap apartments and the down at heel citizens of Harmony but at least still sustaining life unlike the empty warehouses of the docks. It is dark and some two hours after her fight with Lash and Fetish. The air is chill. From the roof she can just see the dull gleam of the Teese as it runs up towards the more fashionable parts of Harmony, the upcoming Old Artists once called the VIIth district and the lively Waterfront with it glitzy cafes and galleries.

She glances round and, not for the first time this evening has the distinct impression she is being watched though she sees nobody and so climbs quickly down the external fire escape to the window of her 29th floor apartment whence she peers around again and then ducks in through her open window.

Master is waiting patiently for his dinner, the little grey cat rubs himself ingratiatingly around Boot Girl's ankles as she strips off her costume. Once naked the heroine picks him up and carries him through into the tiny kitchen.

'Lights.'

The light level rises and she takes a sachet of food from the cupboard, emptying it into Master's feeding bowl.

'Good day! Got to kick Fetish's scrawny ass though that Lash is a bit of a hard case.' She twists trying to look at the whip-mark on her buttocks. 'She'd better not have done any permanent damage. What will Geri say?'

She looks up at the wall clock.

'Shit.'

Fifteen minutes later, still worrying about the bruise on her pert bottom, Hannah Pink is running down the stairs from her tiny 29th floor apartment in a silver minidress and matching knickers carrying her heels.

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LATER THAT EVENING

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Back in Lady Devonshire's official residence near the Angelisch Embassy, the first task of the harnessed twins is to unbuckle the leather thongs that complete each of the harnesses they wear. They help each other using their teeth, taking obvious delight in the task and going well beyond what is strictly required of them. However, a few well aimed blows of the Angel's dress whip bring them literally to heel and they commence the task of undressing the statuesque blonde dominant with whom they have just dined.

With their hands still cuffed behind them the twins are forced to unlace the Angel's boots with their teeth and tongues, a task accomplished with much giggling and driven where needed by the occasional blow from the whip to the kneeling girls' breasts or buttocks. Still harnessed, Candy and Cherry complete their work with a little indulgent worshipping of the dominant's eight inch heels using their tongues until a series of sharp blows from the dominant's whip bring them to kneel obediently before her.

With her boots unlaced the Angel steps out of them in her stockinged feet and the submissives proceed to unhook her suspenders with surprising ease, stripping the seamed silk from her legs with their mouths.

An argument follows over Lady Devonshire's corset; both girls want to unlace it and the matter is settled by a game of fetch using the Angel's dress whip; Cherry wins and Candy takes her punishment, six blows to the breasts, but complains the decision is unfair and ends up gagged with her cuffed wrists chained to her ankles; then has to watch, pouting, as Cherry carries out the much contested task. With the corset removed and Candy gagged Cherry has the pleasure of removing Lady Devonshire's knickers which she does with obvious relish casting the frilled white satin aside with a show of triumph; the Angel's bra, however, proves more of a problem and, despite her obvious oral skills Cherry cannot undo it with just her mouth and tongue, something that brings a smile to Candy's gagged lips though she notes jealously that Cherry spends considerable effort nuzzling between the Angel's formidable breasts in the attempt. Eventually, Lady Devonshire reaches up and unhooks the garment herself leaving herself naked and, in the eyes of the twins, utterly desirable. She dispenses six strokes to Cherry's breasts for her failure and then commands the pair to bed.

Cherry leaps enthusiastically onto the huge four poster while her sister, still gagged and condemned to kneel, crawls sullenly to obey; Lady Devonshire joins them, lying between the lascivious pair.

Conscious of Candy's misery the Angel turns to her first, kissing the helpless redhead around her ball gag, an act the submissive returns as best she can and with clear delight, pressing her harnessed body wantonly against statuesque Angel. With Candy pacified, Lady Devonshire turns to Cherry and engages her with a long deep kiss that is warmly and lustily returned. While they kiss, Candy, once again excited, rubs her large and stiffly erect nipples against the dominant's back. Finally the Angel pulls Cherry's mouth from her own and guides it towards her breasts while reaching round to tease Candy between the legs; the submissive's pussy is warm and very wet and as the blonde's fingers begin to probe and tease the gagged girl moans with pleasure drawing a plaintive cry from Cherry who is clearly doing most of the work when it comes to pleasing the dominatrix.

Needing, once again to take control, Lady Devonshire slips a fist into Cherry's thick hair and pulls the girl's suckling mouth from her nipple.

'If I may remind both of you that I have given neither of you permission to cum and the first of you that does will spend the night in a punishment tie listening to her sister and me writhe is pleasure. Is that understood?'

'Yes, Mistress.' The girls reply in unison though in Cherry's case it comes out as '.e..i...e...'

With the twins suitably chastened, Lady Devonshire relaxes a little more allowing Cherry to suckle her breasts and then move slowly down her belly to slip her head between the Angel's thighs where she begins diligently probing the blonde's pussy with her tongue. Candy continues to rub her body against the dominant's back and nuzzle her neck as effectively as her gag will allow.

Lady Devonshire is a true Angelisch aristocrat and her self control is legendary even for one of that class but all too soon, under the unbridled attention of the twins she can feel her own climax building. As her pleasure increases she again uses her fist in Cherry's lush red hair to guide the submissive's tongue to the dominant's favourite and most sensitive spots. Sensing the Angels' lust, Candy moans behind her and withes with pleasure as the blonde slides her other hand between the helpless submissive's thighs again.

After a level of teasing that would have had both twins enjoying multiple orgasms, Lady Devonshire allows her own climax cumming strongly and clamping Cherry's head between her powerful thighs; though even in this state she is aware of Candy fighting obediently, if not entirely successfully, to prevent her own climax.

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NEW ROYAL PALACE, HARMONY

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Pauline has been confined to the punishment room to contemplate what Adele has termed her reckless actions. She sits crossed-legged on the hard wooden floor restrained in a bolero style leather straight jacket that keeps her arms wrapped around her body beneath her large firm breasts; a half face leather muzzle holds a small ball gag in her mouth which is not large enough to make her drool but adequate to impede any meaningful speech; a leather blindfold covers her eyes - this has a cut away for her nose making it difficult to dislodge though she knows from experience that if she did manage to remove it Adele would only escalate her punishment; a leather strap around her crossed ankles completes her bondage and her governess has added a pair of strong nipple clamps to increase the punishment.

For the princess even the several hours she will spend like this is not a particularly harsh punishment and, being kept like this gives her a chance to reflect on her actions as she has been instructed though she knows she is probably not doing this in the way Adele would like. She still experiences a thrill every time she thinks of the chase with Minx and their fight in the Mall; she thinks of Boot Girl and the stories she grew up with about the exploits of Princess, the Blonde Avenger and the other Harmony Heroines.

She also recalls the way she was pinned down by Minx at the end of the fight and knows the pleasure she feels about this is overtly sexual; her current bondage simply reminding her of the helplessness she felt while pinned down and the nipple clamps making her think of Minx's teeth.

She squirms a little on the floor but the bondage limits her ability to increase and satisfy the arousal that is building inside her; the crotch strap of her straight jacket is narrow and functional and the hard floor provides little pleasurable stimulation; she is aware too that Adele will almost certainly be watching her on the punishment room's monitor and so any significant writhing to tease her now quite wet sex will result in stricter bondage or possibly even a period in chastity restraints. Thus aside from the occasional wriggle that could be seen as simply easing the pressure on her bottom she sits calmly replaying the scene in her head, the chase the capture, what might have happened if she hadn't been rescued...

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THE ANGELISCH AMBASSADOR'S RESIDENCE

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Lady Devonshire has cum four times and her twin submissives are both aroused almost to the point of disobedience; she is very aware of the girls rubbing their thighs together and moaning pitifully as they continue to provide the dominatrix with pleasure while striving to withhold their own.

'Want to cum girls?' Lady Devonshire has a fluent command of Bellanian idioms.

'.e..i..e..!'

'Yes Mistress!'

'..ea.e!'

'Please!'

'Very well. I've thought of one more little game for us to play.'

'You won't be too cruel will you, Mistress? We both really need to cum.'

'Not too cruel but you wouldn't be nearly so diligent if I gave you what you wanted without making things just a little uncomfortable would you.' The dominant's voice is stern and, in her post climactic state betrays her Angelisch roots. 'Besides, one of you has already been rather naughty.'

'Candy!'

'.o..y,.i...e..' Candy clearly is sorry.

'Time for a game then.' Even Lady Devonshire can struggle at times to keep this pair submissives in line.

'Yes, Mistress.' Cherry's voice is husky and filled with lust. 'Mistress, if I may say, I think Candy has been gagged for long enough.'

'Do you think so? And I suppose you're going to tell me it's your turn? Perhaps you're thinking that if Candy is still cuffed and gagged she won't be able to do very much for you?'

'Not really, Mistress. We're pretty good at pleasing each other no matter how strictly we're restrained.'

'I bet you are.' Lady Devonshire can't help smiling at the thought. 'Crawl to the whipping mat, both of you.'

The twins obey, kneeling to face each other. They are a delightful sight, both panting with lust, their voluptuous bodies still harnessed and their wrists cuffed behind their backs. Candy still tightly gagged and loosely hogtied. Their freckled skins glow with arousal and glisten with a sheen of sweat in the soft lights of the room and their masses of coppery red hair are wildly tousled; their scents fill the air.

Lady Devonshire enjoys the sight for a moment before removing Candy's gag and freeing her wrists though the submissive continues to kneel obediently with her hands behind her back and, somewhat miraculously, manages to keep her mouth shut too.

'Candy, I want you to lie on your back.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Candy's voice is unsteady after removal of the gag; though her shoulders are stiff she moves to obey instantly, lying on her back with her legs open, brazenly displaying her body.

'Cherry, put your knees on either side of her head.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Cherry smiles and crawls into position.

The dominatrix's plan is becoming clear to the twins and their excitement is obvious.

'And if either of you does anything before I say you can I will gag you both which, despite your obvious talents will, I'm sure, restrict a lot of your fun.

'Yes, Mistress,' the girls chorus together.

Candy is now lying with her head between her kneeling sister's legs so that all she has to do is lift her head and she will be able to apply her tongue to the girl's drooling sex; Lady Devonshire then cuffs Candy's wrists to the thigh cuffs of Cherry's harness; then the Angel free's Cherry's wrists and tells her to bend forward before cuffing the kneeling girl's wrists to the thigh cuffs of Candy's harness. Cherry now kneels on all fours, placing her head above Candy's hips and causing her hair to hang down between the supine girl's spread legs.

'Your hair is tickling my puss, Sis.' Candy giggles lifting her legs and wriggling.

'Silence.' Lady Devonshire strikes Candy hard on her exposed bottom with the discipline whip that is kept in a sheath beside the mat but the girl is too busy looking up at Cherry's swollen wet pussy to register.

'I'm sure I don't need to tell you what comes next.'

'Both of us, Mistress.'

Lady Devonshire rolls her eyes at Candy's comment.

'For that I'm going to add one little rule. First girl to come gets a sound whipping.'

'Ow, Mistress. That's not fair.' It is Candy speaking again.

'I don't recall asking you if it was fair, slave.'

'Sorry, Mistress,' both girl's respond in chorus.

'I've a good mind to gag you again so you come first and you're the one I get to whip.'

'Sis, shhh! If you're gagged I get a lot less fun.'

'Oh, yes!' Candy giggles. 'I'm sorry, Mistress. Your game sounds a lot more fun. I promise not to speak again.'

'Good girl.' Lady Devonshire stands and strikes Cherry hard on her bottom with the discipline whip before commanding Candy to lift her legs so she can take the whip too. Both have the sense not to answer back.

'Begin!'

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It is, not surprisingly, Candy who comes first, shuddering and crying out in ecstasy, arching her body on the floor and thrashing her head from side to side as she clamps her thighs tightly around Cherry's head nearly pulling her over. Lady Devonshire smiles at Cherry whose face is coated in her sister's juices and gently brushes the tangled mass of red hair to one side with her whip.

Once she has calmed down Candy lifts her head recommences work on her sister, bringing Cherry to climax quickly. Cherry's climax is much quieter than Candy's, she kneels with her back arched and head up, breathing heavily and then gives a series of tiny gasps as the orgasm takes hold of her.

'So there is a difference between you.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Cherry is the first to answer, her voice husky and unsteady after her recent climax. 'I'm the quiet one.'