BootGirl

The story so far...

Harmony nights are hot; steamy in fact, and there has been a lot of sex; most notably between Lady Devonshire, the Angelisch Ambassadress and the girls from Madam Equus' art gallery. The city's ruler, Contesse de Renee and her chief of staff/lover/pledged slave, Adele, have also been hard at it though as foreplay, Adele has been punished for, among other things, her failure to capture the Villainesses or, indeed the heroine/vigilante Boot Girl. Jezebel the cat-burgling Villainess, has had sex too, or rather her latest victim, Tamzin has; though to be fair the scientist had little choice as she was indulging in a little self-bondage when Jezebel entered her apartment.

There are two people who have not had sex. The first is Pauline de Renee, Harmony's princess, who has spent the night in the palace's punishment room; something that has not been an entirely unpleasant experience. The other frustrated girl in Harmony is the city's only active heroine, Boot Girl who, in the guise of Hannah Pink, has been at work.

However, the sun is up and it's business as usual in the bustling city of Harmony...

Chapter 3: A New Day Dawns

MADAM VAN AARDT'S TRAINING ACADEMY, OLD ARTISTS, HARMONY

'Late again, Hannah.'

'Sorry, Madam.' Boot Girl, in the guise of Hannah Pink bows as she enters the practice hall. She is still flushed from the usual run from her flat after waking late for practice. A dozen students kneel in a line before Madam van Aardt, teacher of the Angelisch martial art of Empty Hand. Like most Angels, Madam van Aardt is blonde with piercing blue eyes. She wears a tight black lycra sports bra and matching briefs, around her waist is a soft padded corset; as is typical the kneeling students wear white. Though and exponent of the Angelisch art, Madam has dispensed with the boots commonly worn in Angelisch combat, a common adaptation in Belladonia. The black sports bra and briefs would be considered lewd in Soho - Angeland's capital.

'Better give me fifty on the bar to warm up.'

Hannah puts down her bag and walks to the overhead bar, she jumps catching it easily, beginning her fifty pull ups as Madam calls out one of the students. The girl, a lithe brunette - clearly Bellanian, springs to her feet and, at Madam's command launches a flurry of blows at her teacher. Madam deflects the blows easily and, when she is ready, steps to the side sweeping the student's legs from beneath her. She demonstrates the move more slowly and then the students pair up to practice.

'Distracted as usual?' Madam van Aardt's Belladonian is thickly accented.

'I'm sorry, Madam.' Hannah has finished her punishment and is pulling off her sweat top to reveal a black training outfit like her teacher's.

'If you weren't the best student I'd had since I came here fifty years ago I'd throw you out of my class.'

Hannah blushes.

'You must have had others.'

'Second guard!'

Hannah adopts the required posture.

'Kingfisher!'

Hannah stretches forward ready to strike.

*

NEW ROYAL PALACE, HARMONY

*

'Lady Simone.' Contesse de Renee nods acknowledging her vassal's presence as the southern ruler curtsies to the required level. 'I do hope you are finding the hospitality of the city to your taste. I only wish you would stay at the palace.'

'Your Majesty is too kind but as she knows well I have other business here in Harmony beyond state business and find the commercial district far more convenient.'

'Of course.' Lady de Renee nods in acknowledgement, her smile a mask on her face. 'Shall we.' She gestures towards the table where Adele and three women of Lady Simone's court stand ready to do business.

Lady Simone bows and pulls on her slave's leash. The big breasted slave, naked and hooded, follows her mistress obediently on her breast leash kneeling at the tap of the whip to her right breast behind her Mistress' chair.

The other delegates sit and Adele looks at the clock; beneath a long robe she still wears the harness and her breasts are still tightly bound. Before bringing her here, her mistress has clamped her slave's nipples in sprung steel hoops, that when viewed through the robe, simply make the slave's nipples look erect. The robe is rough and simply woven so that it torments the clamped nipples and chafes mercilessly as Adele moves. She is also forced to sit on a large tapered butt plug that forces itself inside her as her weight it applied to it. She hopes the meeting will last no more than a few hours.

*

LINDEN TOWERS APARTMENTS, WEST SIDE, HARMONY

*

'Jezebel.'

'Boot Girl!' Jezebel looks up.

'A little early to be up here isn't it?' Boot Girl sweeps her blonde lock of hair away. 'I thought thieves like you preferred to skulk around in the dark.

'Oh, you know how it is. There are always rich women in need of my services.'

'I'm surprised you don't melt in the sun. Perhaps I could offer you a lift down to the Trooper's office I'm sure they have a nice cool cell.'

Jezebel smiles. 'I have my own transport.'

'But it's so much easier if you can fly.'

'I'm sure it is but some of us are a little set in our ways.'

Boot Girl and Jezebel are forty three stories up on the south side of Linden Towers the exclusive apartment block in Harmony's West Side district and several blocks uptown from Tamzin's modest apartment. Jezebel hangs easily from a stone ledge while Boot Girl hovers on her eponymous jet boots. The sun is high, in the blue early afternoon sky reflecting off the multiple windows and steel of the towers around in a dazzling display.

'Look BG, I'd love to stay and chat but surely a pretty young thing like you should be catnapping ready for a night's partying, not prowling the city skyline.' Jezebel begins to climb towards her flyer waiting on the roof seven stories up.

'I'm not really much of a party girl.' Boot Girl powers up gently keeping pace.

'That's not what I hear.'

Boot Girl smiles, her face all big blue eyes and cute dimples under her short blonde crop with it's loose fringe. 'Well, perhaps I party a little. I was just curious to know what you're doing up here.'

'Oh, you know, the exercise, the view.'

'What's in the bag?'

'A lady always carries a bag.'

'I don't.'

'Like I said...'

'Not many ladies I know spend their time swinging from apartment blocks like monkeys.'

'I could suggest that you'd be more in a position to know than I but your probably wouldn't believe the explanation. Anyway, your analogy is wrong, monkeys have tails.'

'So tell me what's in the bag, tell me where you stole them from and where you've left the previous owner and maybe I won't kick your ass.'

'You know BG I really can't remember.' Jezebel stops climbing and looks down. 'She was definitely a blonde which should narrow it down, and pretty rich too.' Jezebel shrugs. 'Of course you'd have to be rich to live here - this apartment block, I mean. If you go down a few floors and hover about a bit you'll probably spot her; she's the one tied to a chaise-lounge.'

'And if I do that you'll climb up to your little flyer and disappear.'

'But at least you won't get your pert little ass kicked.' Jezebel begins to climb again, slowly.

'You reckon you could take me?'

'BG, I know I could take you. I could take two of you with both hands tied behind my back.'

'How about I cuff you and we try it?'

'Look, spare yourself a beating and go and hassle some other poor villainess that's more your size. I hear Lash is around somewhere.'

Boot Girl frowns and Jezebel starts to climb again, finally the villainess swings up onto the roof of the tower.

'You'd better come down, BG.'

'And why's that? Decided to fight.'

'No. I'd like to make some flippant comment but actually it's because it sounds to me that your boots are almost out of fuel.'

'Wha...' The jet on Boot Girl's right boot sputters and she pitches violently over. 'Fuck.'

Jezebel reaches out and grabs the blonde's flailing wrist as the heroine's left boot misfires and she plummets only to be saved by Jezebel's grip. Jezebel pulls her up onto the roof with apparent ease and a show of strength that is not lost on the petite blonde.

'So, you gonna run me in, BG?'

'I might let you off this time.' Boot Girl shrugs feigning calm though her heart is pounding. 'Though you could return the diamonds.'

'Sapphires, BG. The blue ones. Sapphires.' Jezebel gestures to her clothes. 'Blue!'

'Whatever.'

'So BG, it's been lovely but I have to be somewhere. You have a pretty long walk home, unless you have a couple of fuel cells hidden in your knickers. Which I can quite clearly see you don't. So I'm just going to go over to my flyer and...well, fly off.'

Boot Girl's shoulder's sag.

Jezebel smiles. 'Do you want a lift?'

'Oh just fuck off.'

*

GERI'S CLUB

*

Boot Girl in her normal guise of Hannah Pink bends forward and grasps the pole to which she is chained by the left ankle; the move lifts the tiny ruff stitched to the back of her silver knickers and exposes the delicious curve of her ultra cute butt to the women standing around the podium on which she is dancing. She swings around the pole drawing the chain with her and drops into splits in front of a blonde city trader; the woman, Carol, a regular in Geri's club, pulls Hannah's skimpy top - little more than a bra with a ruff on the front to match that behind her knickers - away from her chest and stuffs a twenty Krona note down it, tweaking one of Hannah's nipples in the process. Hannah frowns but doesn't pull away and wraps her thighs around the woman's waist nuzzling herself against the hugely enhanced cleavage that is wantonly displayed by the plunging neckline of the trader's blue stripy blouse; she feels the woman's nipples, as enhanced as her breasts, harden and leans back drawing the red braces of the tight shorts with turn-ups that complete any trader's outfit before letting them go. The woman jumps in surprise as the braces snap against her breasts spilling her drink but grins when her colleagues laugh and clap her on the back.

Hannah rolls away and catches the eye of a cute girl at the end of the podium; the girl appears Angelisch but with hair that is closely cropped and, presumably, dyed black; she wears a short worksuit in blue cotton, an all-in-one short and blouse combination with cap-sleeves that is commonly worn by artisans and labourers in Harmony; this evening the garment is unbuttoned to the navel giving an enticing view of her small pert breasts; the girls' skin is lightly tanned, presumably from some time spent in Belladonia; unusually she has a nasal piercing. When Hannah catches her eye the girl winks.

Cute!

Hannah swings around the pole again deliberately entangling herself in the chain and pausing in what Geri call's her 'Gwen' pose before untwisting; when she is free she lifts her right leg to the pole and then using her knee spins around it hanging by her legs. She doesn't think the Angelisch girl will tip but wants to reach her for other reasons so dances down the platform towards her strutting and flicking her hips in time to the music; Hannah wears knee high toe boots, silver like her costume, which exaggerate the movements of her hips; as she passes another group of traders she feels another note tucked in the front of her knickers and turns smiling and dropping to her knees, the woman, clearly drunk, licks her lips and Hannah drops back arching her hips up towards the woman's face; she feels a hand brush her sex and sits up quickly closing her legs and waggling her finger at the drunk trader who leers back but keeps her hands to herself and Hannah nuzzles the woman's breasts.

As Hannah crawls away from the now smiling trader another note is pushed onto the back of her knickers, this is followed by a playful slap and Hannah turns to see a group of young highborn Bellanian girls who are obviously on a night out; she shakes her head in time to the music and allows another couple of slaps before jumping to her feet and rolling to land in front of the Angel, her ankle chain now at full stretch; the girl only smiles and Hannah rolls her eyes before dropping over to lie face down on the podium; more money is pushed into her knickers and she endures another half dozen slaps to her bottom before coming up to her knees and giving the Angel one last look; the girl smiles but makes no further effort.

Shame, she really is cute! Love those green eyes.

Hannah dances back up the podium and reengages with the pole, kneeling before it and writhing before dropping back; a trader slips more money into her bra, deliberately rubbing her nipples. It is near the end of Hannah's routine and she arches up allowing the woman a little longer before kneeling up and wrapping herself in the chain again.

She is about to finish when she finds the dark haired Angel standing in front of her; the girl reaches forward and tucks some paper into Hannah's boot that is obviously not money. Hannah grins and climbs to her feet dancing her way to the end of the podium where Geri, the club's owner, stands watching.

'Late again, I see Hannah.' Geri is waiting for Hannah as the dancer finishes her set and slides off the podium to much applause; the corners of notes protrude from her bra and knickers. Geri holds out her hand and Hannah.

'Can't I keep some of it?'

'You know the rules, twenty five percent to you, seventy five to the house.'

'Ow, Geri, you know I'm the best you've got. Thirty-seventy?'

'You get your boobs done and I'll think about it.'

Hannah scowls. 'I like my chest just like it is. Big tits aren't everything you know.'

Geri rubs her thumb and fingers together and Hannah shrugs beginning to remove her tips from her costume.

'And the one in your boot.'

'That's not money.'

'We have paying customers, Hannah! You dance for them!'

'She's cute.' Hannah smiles showing the best dimples she can muster.

'In your own time, then.'

'Promise.'

'Vicky did your first slot so you'll have to do her last one at two.'

'Yes, Ma'am.' Hannah lifts her foot and Geri produces the key to the ankle chain.

'Thanks.'

'Welcome. One more thing, your admirer wants half an hour.' Geri counts the money as she talks.

Hannah's spirits lift. 'The black haired Angel?'

'You should be so lucky. Anyway, she's probably Sylphic.' Geri nods toward the group of traders. 'No, you're with Carol.'

Hannah rolls her eyes. 'You're kiddin' me?'

'Five minutes. You know where.' Geri hands Hannah her share of the tips.

*

Back in the dressing room Hannah pulls the folded paper from her boot; it contains a comm number and the name 'Beth.' She traces her fingers over the letters mouthing them as she tries to say the unfamiliar name.

'Bettha.' She retrieves her comm and is about to call when Carmen comes in. Carmen is another of the club's dancers, a typical Bellanian brunette; she is tall and slim and has large breasts which are currently restrained, though barely, in the black leather harness in which she typically dances. Carmen exudes dominance from the studded leather choker she wears to the thigh boots complete with whip stuffed down one side.

'Hey, Hannah You ok?'

'Sure. You?'

'Yeah.'

'Say, Car, can you do me a favour?'

'What?'

'Slot at two.'

'Hey, that's way beyond. You're gonna owe me big time.'

Hannah smiles, batting her eyelids. What would you want of me, Mistress?'

'Don't get cute blondie. Friday, all of my shift, and don't screw up, my name's on the sheet.'

'You could use it as an excuse to punish me.'

'You gonna pay me?'

'Friday it is. Promise.'

'Yeah, heard that one before. I get your tips for tonight too.'

Hannah pouts but hands over her share of the tips from her dance.

'Call it insurance incase you don't show Friday.'

*

NEW ROYAL PALACE, HARMONY

*

Pauline has been aware of Madam Bondage's gaze following her since her arrival at the Ball and during the inevitable introductions, fawning and small talk; the princess has been longing to speak with her again. She has run over the encounter with the heroine at the Mall in her mind a number of times attempting to understand the difficult feelings the statuesque northerner arouses in her.

'Lady Devonshire.' Her mother introduces the Angelisch ambassadress, accompanied this evening by one of her pets. The pet is an exquisite Sylph, dark haired and green eyed, from a small province of Angeland bordering the great Atalan Ocean and once an independent kingdom; she tall and slim with small neat breasts the nipples of which are linked by a gold rod joining their piercings; a gold ring pierces her nose; the girl is utterly naked aside from her gold collar; her wrists are cuffed behind her with gold cuffs and she follows her mistress obediently on the end of a clit leash carrying her mistress' whip between her teeth.

'Your Ladyship.' Pauline nods to the level required.

'An exquisite dress, if I may be so bold, My Lady. I think I detect a hint of the Angelisch style which is currently popular here, I notice.' The ambassadress speaks Bellanian perfectly unlike most of her fellow Angel's who employ the clipped and guttural tones typical of their own language and rely on their schoolgirl Belladonian.

'Thank you.' Pauline nods again. She wears a silver white gown that consists of a stiff cutaway bodice that cups her ample breasts, displaying her cleavage in way that made Adele frown when she tried it on, the bodice nips her slender waist and is cut high exposing the tops of her thighs, a form of train skirt passes between her legs before cascading behind her; a matching bolero jacket, worn at the insistence of Adele, wraps around her shoulders; sandals with 5 inch heels complete her outfit. 'May I complement you on the exquisite beauty of your pet.'

The ambassadress smiles and gives the girl's leash a slight tug pulling her in closer.

'I understood you customarily brought two when attending such occasions, twins I believe.'

'Sisters actually, this is Liz and her sister is Beth. I've let Beth off the leash tonight so I dare say she'll be getting herself tangled up in something she shouldn't.'

It Pauline's turn to smile.

*

GERI'S CLUB

*

The dungeon is one of a number of themed rooms in Geri's club and Hannah kneels among the frames and pillories in front of Carol. Hannah still wears her skimpy silver costume but not her boots.

'So, Hannah, do you know why you are here?'

Because you're paying me! Hannah fights down the urge to say what she is thinking.

'I've been a bad girl, Mistress.'

'And what happens to bad girls?'

They get laid?

'Er, they get punished, Mistress.'

'Clever girl.' Carol flicks the bladed whip she is holding into her palm and Hannah smiles at the way she jumps when it stings her hands.

Cleverer than you.

'So, how shall I punish you tonight?'

You're the Mistress, you decide.

'I'm going to punish you severely so I'm going to have to tie you very tightly.'

Oh, I don't care, just get it over with. Hannah has endured the same dialogue several times.

'I'm going to start with a whipping...'

And then nipple clamps...

'And then nipple clamps...'

Don't you have any imagination, woman?

'But first I want you naked.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Hannah strips off the skimpy top and wriggles out of the knickers while remaining on her knees.

I mean it's not as if she's unattractive and those boots are gorgeous. Given the right stimulation I could worship her all night.

'I think we'll use the horse.'

'Yes, Mistress.'

Hannah crawls to the padded horse and bends over it.

Just don't mark the goods, darling.

Carol snaps the cuffs on to Hannah's wrists and ankles.

'Seeing you like that is really turning me on.'

I wish it was doing the same for me.

'I'm really going to enjoy punishing you.'