BootGirl

The story so far...

Boot Girl has returned from her heroic work battling villainesses Lash and Fetish to find her Sylphic lover, Beth, gone; this is quite a surprise to her considering she last saw the girl strapped tightly to her bed. However, though she doesn't know it yet, this is the least of her worries; not only has she upset crime boss, La Donna who has engaged Harmony's latest villainess, Stiletto, to take down our plucky heroine, but her 'vigilante' acts are seriously upsetting the city's ruler, Contesse de Renee (who has taken out her frustration on her own chief of staff, lover and pledged slave - Adele).

After being defeated in their sparring match by Lady Bishop, aka Madam Bondage, Princess Pauline has finally embraced her submissive desires offering herself as a reward to the victorious aristocrat. Dressed as Madam Bondage's own slave Hazel, the princess has been lead round the palace hooded and restrained; a humiliation which she has wantonly enjoyed; passing as the busty slave even in the presence of her mother, Contesse de Renee and guardian, Adele.

Undeterred by her own bondage ordeal, Jezebel has returned to the scene of her crime for a second time and is surprised to find more on offer than sapphires and sex when Tamzin offers herself as Jezebel's slave in the old southern style of total submission and legal bondage.

So, in true heroic rhetoric I ask: what has become of Beth? Will Stiletto get the better of our heroine or will Adele get there first?

Either way there seems a high chance that, before the end of this episode, Boot Girl will end up in some form of bondage...and, if she does, who will rescue Harmony's one and only heroine?

And I have one other question: can a girl as intensely submissive as Pauline really grow up to be an effective ruler of Harmony and Queen of Belladonia?

Read on...

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Chapter 5: Into Action

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OLD ARTISTS DISTRICT, HARMONY

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There is a message from Beth on Hannah's comm as she leaves the gym. The pert blonde smiles to herself as she takes the voice mail but her pleasure quickly fades.

'Hannah.' Beth's voice sounds frightened. 'You've go to help me. They took me from your apartment yesterday. I'm being held prisoner. I'm tied up in some big warehouse...'

I'm helpless....' There is a muffled shriek and what sounds very much like a woman's gagged cries.

Another voice comes on the line, rich and deep like a Bellanian high-born but not quite.

'Dock Street, the disused customs house.'

I don't know what they're expecting. It's not as if I have any money.

But I do have a friend who can help...

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A SHORT TIME LATER, THE DOCKS, HARMONY

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Boot Girl can see the afternoon sun shining off the surface of the river Teese from the rooftop on which she has landed. Many of the warehouses in the dockside are deserted though a number of the ones nearer the river to the north are gradually being converted to expensive apartments as the old artist's district becomes more desirable. Dock Street is some distance from these developments and many of its once thriving warehouses continue to decay; overland megatrucks have replaced river barges from the south and the railway to Angeland now takes much of the freight west. Between the docks and the river is the East Side, once home to the dockers and those who worked in the warehouses; now Harmony's poorest district; tenements, squats and home to Harmony's only current heroine.

The heroine now stands among broken skylights, birds' nests and packing debris: ropes, broken crates and crowbars that have somehow found their way on to the roof. Leaning over the crumbling wall she can see the empty street and old customs house, identifiable by its broken sign as the 'Custo.. Hous.', a block down. There is nothing unusual about it, no activity, no vehicle, no flyer on the roof. She watches the building and the street for nearly five minutes and, although common sense dictates a longer period of observation the distress in Beth's voice and the callous delivery of the deep voiced woman spur her into action.

Did the skylight the other day? Window? Kick the door in?

The anticipation of action and of its possible rewards excites her.

There is a rusting fire escape on the side of the old warehouse and Boot Girl launches towards this landing as silently as she is able outside the steel handrail before hopping agily over it to crouch beside a grimy window. Peering in she can see little at first but as her eyes accustom to the shadows and shapes within she catches a movement and can see a tall figure pacing among the crates.

Is that my stalker?

She forces herself to wait for several minutes but can see nobody else, including Beth.

Here goes!

Boot Girl kicks hard at the centre of the wooden frame which crumbles easily, the glass shattering then she dives through and fires her boots.

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Madam Bondage smiles to herself and shakes her head as Boot Girl dives through the window of the warehouse. She has positioned herself where she can watch the action unfold inside.

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The figure in the warehouse is clearly Angelisch, tall, blonde and dressed in red. She looks up as Boot Girl drops in a graceful dive but appears to show no real surprise, watching as the heroine tumbles in the air bringing her boots down to fire them again to break her fall.

By the time the heroine has landed the tall Angel has gone, however, Hannah can see Beth.

The slender dark haired Angel is suspended by four chains which spread her limbs holding her about two feet above the floor. She is naked and gagged. The helpless girl's green eyes widen as she sees Boot Girl and the heroine thinks she sees the Angel's lips curl into a smile around the large gag.

Boot Girl pauses for a moment taking in the sight of her naked and helpless lover and then a soft sound makes her turn.

'What a diligent Heroine you are, my dear.' The Angel is dressed in a red corset, knickers and toe boots, she also wears a red collar and red ribbon mask; she is a powerfully built woman, at least seven feet tall in her boots, her blonde hair is piled on her head and held in place with two large pins. 'Quite the entrance too. Your pretty lover must be very impressed.'

'Who the fuck are you?' Boot Girl draws herself up to her full almost five feet including the stacked heel of her boots, despite this the blonde towers over her.

'You Bellanians really are so very coarse.' The Angel adopts a disdainful expression. Her Bellanian is fluent. 'But since you ask, my name is Stiletto.' She executes a formal Angelisch bow.

'And what do you want?'

Stiletto's scarlet lips curl into a smile that is utterly menacing.

'Why, my dear. I want you.' The Angel lunges forward with a speed that is surprising for her size and Boot Girl barely avoids the attack, flipping back to give herself space before dropping into a fighting guard.

Stiletto smiles again, more genuinely this time. 'The Angelisch style. How very cosmopolitan of you.' The blonde takes a step forward adopting a similar guard, fists raised, left hand slightly lower and further forward. 'Your move.'

Hannah flicks a lock of blonde hair out of her face and dives forward trying to close the distance between them to come inside the woman's guard but the Angel is too quick and the heroine takes a blow to the ribs that winds her before she can roll free.

'Madam van Aardt, I might have guessed. I expect she's rather proud of you.' The Angel nods.

'Do you ever stop talking?' Boot Girl is still gasping from the blow to her ribs.

'I was only trying to be polite. You know we Angels like to engage in small talk. My move I believe.'

Stiletto's attack is fast and powerful and Boot Girl is forced to parry before avoiding but even as she does so she take another blow to the ribs and, before she can react, finds her legs are swept away from under her as the Angel drops into a spinning sweep.

Boot Girl lands heavily but rolls immediately narrowly avoiding a stamping kick that would probably have broken her shoulder. The heroine flips to her feet eyeing her opponent carefully.

Shit!

'You could submit to me now. It would probably save you quite a beating.'

'I'll take my chances.' Boot Girl coughs slightly and wipes her lips with the back of her hand.

'As you wish.' Stiletto stands in the vixen's guard waiting for Boot Girl's next pass.

Boot Girl edges slightly forward and then jumps firing her boots with the intention of powering into her opponent but the Angel's reaction is too quick, the villainess simply drops effortlessly into splits raising her arms as the heroine passes.

As she lands Boot Girl feels a wetness on her side under her right arm. She looks down to find she is bleeding, only a minor scratch.

'Hey, don't mark the goods.'

Stiletto stands; she is holding one of her hair pins and, as the heroine watches she slides it back into place.

'Don't relax yet, Lady, I ain't finished.'

'Oh, my dear. I can assure you you are.'

A puzzled expression crosses the heroine's face then, suddenly she staggers, her legs feeling weak.'

'What the fu..?' Boot Girl crumples to the floor; she is aware of her surroundings but her body will not respond to her wishes; it is a little like being tazered but a lot less painful. She watches the tall Angel move towards her; from where Boot Girl is lying the woman looks unrealistically tall, even the steel spikes of her heels seem to tower above the fallen heroine. She tries to move but her body still won't obey her and it is starting to hurt, in fact she feels dreadful.

'It's called rocura. It's a drug that was once used for surgery to keep the patient still. Surgery and, of course, torture.' The Angel smiles cruelly. 'It confers no protection from the pain. I believe a second drug was required for that.'

The Angelisch woman crouches down on her vertiginous heels.

'I imagine you're starting to feel a little panicky by now, heart pounding, dry mouth, knot of fear in the chest.'

Boot Girl stares at her unable even to blink, aware of all the sensations Stiletto is describing and more; it is as if her body is screaming at her brain to do something but she can't think what it is; her thoughts are starting to become muddled.

Stiletto pulls something out of a pouch in her belt, it is some sort of rubber mask which she applies to Boot Girl's face pulling straps over her head to hold it in place.

You really don't have to gag me!

There is a hiss and Boot Girl feels a lurching sensation in her chest.

What the...?

The sound and movement come again and, strangely, she starts to feel better.

'It's a respirator, a device used by the paramedics. The drug has paralysed all of your muscles including the ones that make you breathe.'

There is a hiss and a pressure in Hannah's chest again. It is uncomfortable but far preferable to what she has just experienced.

'The effects of the drug will pass but, of course, by then you'll be unable to move for other reasons.'

Boot Girl takes another mechanical breath.

Oh fuck!

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Stiletto picks Hannah up and throws her over her shoulder leaving her victim hanging like a rag doll. She carries the heroine towards Beth and pauses in front of the chained Angel. Slung over Stiletto's shoulder Hannah can see the floor of the warehouse and the villainess' shiny red boots. She feels the Angel move.

'Don't worry, my dear, I'll be back for you later.' The villainess speaks Angelisch and Boot Girl realises Stiletto is talking to Beth. The utter helplessness of defeat almost makes Hannah panic.

Then the Angel turns and walks back the way she has come, turning to her right between two old crates where she lays her burden on her side beside a large canvas bag.

This can't be good.

Hannah strains to move but is still completely unable to do so. The respirator, while life sustaining only serves to heighten her vulnerability, a feeling that is further amplified when Stiletto strips her.

Lying on her side Boot Girl can only watch as her captor unzips the bag which seems to contain an assortment of items in shocking pink. Boot Girl cannot see exactly what Stiletto is preparing but can see slave boots, bondage mitts and lots of straps.

'I assume you are familiar with the concept of an Angelisch pet, a little like a southern pleasure slave who exists only to please her Mistress, purely for decoration and, of course pleasure. In some parts of our country such possessions are called 'dolls' or 'toys'.' She turns round and smiles at her helpless victim. 'I'm going to make you a doll and, of course, all dolls must wear pretty outfits.'

Oh fuck!

Over the next fifteen minutes Boot Girl is dressed in the pink outfit Stiletto has prepared for her; first come shiny pink bondage mitts into which the villainess slides her victim's hands and arms before strapping them in place and locking them with small heart-shaped padlocks, the mitts come almost to her shoulders and are reinforced and stiffened making it impossible for Boot Girl to bend her arms even if she was not paralysed; next the heroine is dressed in thigh high toe boots, as with the gloves these are in shocking pink, they are so high they reach her crotch and she can feel the pressure of them against her labia, again they are very stiff and reinforced with thin steel bars, the boots too are locked in place and then the pink cuffs are locked around her wrists and ankles; the wrist cuffs are locked to the tops of the boots and the ankle cuffs snapped together.

'I'm assured these are delightful to walk in. Not that you can walk yet though I imagine you'll be starting to get a little movement back by now. Oh, and don't try to fight the respirator, it may damage your lungs.'

Boot Girl is starting to feel some strength returning but knows it is of no use to her at present. She watches Stiletto manoeuvre a hoist above her and when the Angel returns she unclips the respirator and removes it from Boot Girl's face.

'Deep breath my little pink toy.'

Hannah glares at her but feels the terror of suffocation creep over her again and concentrates on taking a breath which she finds is easier than she expected.

'Bitch!' Her voice is no more than a whisper and the word finishes with a weak coughing fit.

'Really, you Bellanians are so rude. Not to worry, I have just the cure.' Stiletto holds up a pink leather head harness with a huge ball gag and heart-shaped pads to cover the wearer's eyes which she proceeds to fasten over Boot Girl's head.

'There. You look so pretty.'

Although she now has some strength to move Boot Girl is tightly restrained, securely gagged and blindfolded and so just as helpless as she was a few minutes before. She hears the rattle of chain and feels Stiletto fasten something to her head harness then, slowly she is lifted until she is standing upright.

The reinforced boots help her to stand and take some weight and are, surprisingly stimulating to her sex.

'Oh, you do look delightful. Though perhaps just a little decoration.'

I really don't think I'm going to like this.

Boot Girl feels some pressure on her left nipple and then something pulls down on it; this is followed by a similar sensation on the right one.

'You're my gift to Lady Simone. Her own Boot Slave Toy, complete with a full range of clothing and accessories; I'm particularly fond of the dress clamps for your nipples, they're heart shaped; then there's a butt plug with a tail in case she wants you to play Magic Pony; there's a gorgeous collar too; and a lovely little frilly pink camisole top and skirt that are so thin you'll hardly notice you are wearing them.' Stiletto pauses for effect. 'Come to think of it nobody else will either.'

As she speaks she unclips the chain from the top of Boot Girl's head and lifts her onto a slightly raised platform. Boot Girl can feel something firm behind her back and then there is the sensation of straps being tightened around her body: across the shoulders, below her nipples, around her waist, and over her thighs; the top of her head harness is locked to a ring above her and her ankle cuffs are chained to something at her feet.

Although she cannot see it, Boot Girl is in a gift box just like a toy doll; beside her the accessories Stiletto has described are also displayed. One of the accessories is a steel pole that would come to about Boot Girl's chest height, the pole is on a metal stand and, also attached to the stand is an Angelisch heel bar, a raised steel rod on which a slave in heels can be perched so that the heels and pointed toes of her boots straddle the bar. It is an Angelisch version of the Bellanian slave pole.

'There's a display stand for you too.' Stiletto caresses the steel pole as she speaks. 'You'll love it. I know how fond you are of that cute butt, I'll ensure it's shown off to its full potential.'

Stiletto smiles to herself and picks up a small pink card the size of an envelope, it is embossed with large gold letters that read 'Boot Slave' and underneath is written 'Play with me!'. The villainess clips the sign to Boot Girl's nipple clamps and closes the clear perspex door of the box that now contains Boot Slave.

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PAULINE'S QUARTERS, NEW ROYAL PALACE, HARMONY

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Pauline is being punished. She kneels on the floor of her chamber with her wrists cuffed to her thighs and her elbows pulled tightly behind her back by a leather strap which forces her shoulders back and keeps her upright; a tight underbust corset constricts her waist and also ensures she maintains her posture; ankle cuffs strapped to her thigh cuffs keep her on her knees; her bondage is completed by a black leather hood to match the cuffs and corset, the hood has a large wad of leather inside which fills her mouth and a ring through the nostril holes which is currently clipped to a chain between two serrated nipple clamps, this latter arrangement ensures she keeps her head bowed in an appropriately submissive and penitent posture.

Adele has told her charge that she will spend the night in bondage and Pauline is thus surprised to hear the door of her chamber open. She hears the sound of footsteps, heeled boots, one confident, the other a little more hesitant and an image of her mother leading her tightly restrained lover on a nipple leash comes to mind. She wonders if Adele's punishment will reflect her own.

I hope she gets serrated clamps too!

She lifts her head slightly and feels the clamps bite into her nipples.

Clover ones, of course.

There is a pull on the chain between Pauline's nipples.

Ok, I didn't mean it. Don't tighten them anymore. I'll be a good girl.

She smiles despite the pain. Since the incident with Minx and her subsequent punishment followed by the 'forfeit' with Madam Bondage she has been enjoying increasingly submissive fantasies. The image of her kneeling helplessly in the corner of her mother's chambers comes to her mind again, it is, she knows, simply a transferral of the picture she has seen of herself being made to come in the lift.

She feels her sex moisten and is aware she is blushing inside the hood.

The tension on her nipples relaxes and she knows the nipple chain has been disconnected from the hood, gratefully she straightens her neck envisaging her mother glaring at Adele for using too strict a punishment.

Suddenly the clamps are removed from her nipples.

'Aaaaaahhh.' Pauline is glad she is gagged.

Nobody deserves that.

She can feel the hood being unstrapped and then it is pulled from her head, the sodden leather of the gag coming out of her mouth in a rush of saliva that runs down her chin and onto her breasts. Pauline blinks in the light, working her aching jaw. She can see a figure before her in thigh boots and a purple hood, the girl's arms are behind he her back and a leash hangs from her nipples.