BootGirl

The story so far...

As a result of her success in thwarting Lash and Fetish in their nefarious endeavours, our heroine has been captured by uber-blonde villainess, Stiletto and delivered in humiliating bondage to the clutches of villainous crime boss, La Donna. After some perverted torments at the hands of Fetish and Lash including some serious abuse of her nipples, Boot Girl has been rescued by a previously unknown heroine, Cat Girl, alter ego of Harmony's perky princess, Pauline de Renee who has been spurred into action (and smuggled out of the palace) by ex-Harmony Heroine, Madam Bondage.

Finally free of bondage but still naked save her eponymous boots, Boot Girl and her busty saviour are about to escape the villainess' lair...

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Chapter 6: Cat Girl

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THE DOCKS, HARMONY

The Goths are being driven back towards the waterfront towards by the line of police troopers who are advancing on the gang behind a wall of riot shields. Another line of troopers are facing the Devils, trying to press them towards the east side. Missiles fill the air, clattering off the plasteel shields and sparking on the rough road surface. A mag-car burns behind the police lines and the smoke from it drifts down over the street driven by the breeze coming off the river.

A stone smashes into the open door of the warehouse and both Pauline and Boot Girl duck reflexively.

'Any suggestions?' Boot Girl's voice expresses her frustration.

'You're the heroine, I was hoping you might do something useful.'

'Like run out there naked and ask them to stop.'

'It would certainly get their attention. We could go back into the warehouse.'

'Yeah, and take on the Angelisch bitch.'

'Your choice, partner.'

Boot Girl gives a sigh of frustration. 'We're not partners!'

Pauline raises her hands. 'Ok, we're not partners but, as the more experienced heroine here, I'm asking you to suggest a way out.'

A stunned look crosses Boot Girl's face.

'Well...'

Another stone strikes the door from their right and as they look the other way they can see a small group of police troopers behind the main line pointing at them.

'Put your arms around me.'

'What? Look, I'm mean I know you're grateful for being rescued but, under the circumstances...'

'I'm going to fly you out. Put your arms around my neck.'

Pauline blushes and awkwardly embraces the naked heroine then Boot Girl puts her arms around Pauline's waist. There is a roar and jerk on her body that is almost enough to make her let go but Boot Girl holds her tight and she finds herself being dragged up towards the rooftops.

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There is rioting in pockets across Harmony, mostly it seems, related to the street gangs. In most places city troopers are gradually restoring order. When asked where she wants to be set down, Pauline points to the Palace District and Boot Girl duly lands by the front gate to the Palace with hangs open.

'Odd.' Pauline peers through the gate. The guard station appears empty.

'I don't think you're allowed in there, that's the palace.'

'What?' Pauline turns. 'Oh, it's...' She stops herself realising Boot Girl hasn't recognised her 'I think there's something wrong.'

'I don't care.' It has been a tough night for the heroine. 'I'm going home.'

'The rioters must have broken in. Mu... The Contesse could be in danger.' Pauline tries to keep herself calm.

'I'm naked.' Boot Girl gestures to herself.

'We really should do something.' Pauline can feel anxiety building inside her though she tries hard not to show it.

'I'm a wanted vigilante. I'm sure the Queen can sort herself out.'

'What about the Princess? I'm sure she'd be very grateful. I understand she's very cute.'

'No.' Boot Girl starts to walk away.

'You leave then.' Pauline shouts at Hannah's back angrily. 'I'm going to take a look inside.'

Pauline opens the door to the guard station and peers in. The two guards are tightly bound and have heavy rubber masks over their faces. She finds it odd that they are not struggling.

She turns to shout to Boot Girl but finds the heroine standing just behind her and fights down the urge to hug her.

Boot Girl takes a look round the door. Both guards have respirators over their mouths and have been paralysed in the same way as the heroine earlier in the day. One of them manages to struggle slightly and Boot Girl removes the respirator from her face but the woman is still too weak to speak; she looks up at the naked heroine and smiles weakly then tries to speak but after a few tries she gasps and Boot Girl is forced to replace the device.

They follow the short path through the grounds and find the entry door open too. The two guards inside the door are similarly helpless.

'I don't suppose we could stop so I could borrow a uniform of one of these two?' Boot Girl is still naked apart from her boots.

The eyes of the guards lying before her widen in fear.

'Why don't we stop and go clothes shopping?' Pauline's anxiety is turning to desperation.

'You're not the one breaking into the palace in nothing more than a pair of boots.'

Pauline presses the call button for the lift but it does not respond. 'Must be a security alert.'

'You seem remarkably informed.' Boot Girl sounds suspicious.

'A Heroine has her sources. I know where the stairs are too.' She bends and takes an ID card from one of the helpless guards. She swipes it and keys in a code then pushes the door.

'I could fly up the outside.'

'Come on, it's only thirty three floors.'

Boot Girl rolls her eyes. 'You go first.'

'No, I insist.' Pauline can't suppress a smirk.

'Are you sure you couldn't find my costume?'

'Quite sure. Come on if you're not chicken.' Pauline leads the climb at a run.

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SECURITY BUNKER, NEW ROYAL PALACE, HARMONY

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'Strange.' Adele looks at her mistress. 'The camera feed from your apartment has just gone down.' She sweeps her hand over the controls checking the system. 'Must be glitch.'

'We should be out there. I should be out there.' Contesse de Renee is unhappy about being confined to the security bunker beneath the palace.

'You know the security protocol, my Lady. I'm sure you are also aware that while the security alert is in place I am authorised to restrain you if necessary.'

'I'd like to see you try.' Although she is serious, the Contesse cannot keep a hint of playfulness from her voice.

'You will stay here or I will shackle you.'

'But we can't just do nothing we have to find out what's happening in the apartment.'

'I'll send some guards.' Adele calls two of the Palace troopers over.

'Ask them to check on Pauline too.'

Adele activates the panel and the image of Pauline still kneeling, hooded and helplessly restrained in her chamber appears.

'She's fine.' Adele looks at the contesse.

'Have you ever thought you might be punishing her a little too severely.'

'Never.' Adele is confident in her reply.

'The guards could bring her here on their way back.'

'She's safer where she is. The door to her room is sealed.' Adele turns to address the troopers. 'Go and investigate the contesse's private apartment.'

'Yes, Madam.' The guards salute and Adele enters the security override for the lift.

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CONTESSE DE RENEE'S PENTHOUSE APARTMENT, NEW ROYAL PALACE

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Thirty four floors above the Contesse and Adele and, though she does not know it, still twelve above a rather breathless Boot Girl and Pauline, Stiletto overcomes the final lock and enters the penthouse apartment of Contesse de Renee. She is familiar with the reception room though she has never entered it alone. She strides across the room and opens a door to one of the contesse's private rooms. Within are a number of glass cabinets, one of which displays a small gold statue of a naked woman, her wrists bound behind her back, a depiction of the torments of Gaia. It is the last work of Dominata Roderiga, Carrie Vaggio's lover and murderess, said to be a faithful representation of the artist just before she was killed. Stiletto smiles triumphantly and opens the case.

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'Shit, it's the Angelisch bitch.' Boot Girl's voice is an alarmed and breathless whisper as she drags Pauline back into the stairwell from which they have just emerged. Pauline tries to peer round her as Boot Girl presses herself against the wall and struggles to regain her breath.

'What's she doing here in mu...in the royal apartments?'

'I don't know.' Boot Girl's voice is a sharp and still slightly breathless hiss through her gritted teeth. 'Why don't you just go and ask her.'

Suddenly they hear the bell of the lift.

'She can't be here to pay a visit.'

'She had the riot arranged, she must have a reason.'

'What?'

'Something I overheard while I was playing dolly.'

They hear the lift doors open and Boot Girl peers round again. As the lift doors open, Stiletto pulls the ribbon mask from her face and removes her choker before drawing one of her hairpins

As Boot Girl peers round the corner again two guards emerge from the lift.

'Fucking bitch. She deserves a good kicking for what she did to my nipples.' Boot Girl launches herself around the corner of the stairwell and hurls herself towards the Angel but before she can reach her Pauline grabs her legs tackling her to the floor. The pair roll sprawling.

'Are you crazy.' Boot Girl is irate. 'I could have had her.'

'That's Lady Devonshire, the Angelisch ambassadress not your mad Angelisch bitch.' Pauline is pinning the naked Boot Girl to the floor by virtue of her larger size. Her cat mask has been dislodged.

Stiletto looks down at them and appears slightly taken aback then looks at the two guards emerging from the lift in their black leather uniforms.

'Lady Devonshire you should not...? The more senior of the guards looks in confusion at the situation. Then looks down, her confusion doubling. 'Lady, Pauline?!'

'I came to check on my mother...' Pauline says the first thing that comes into her head. She gestures to Boot Girl 'I caught her trying to attack Lady Devonshire.'

'Hey...' Boot Girl is as confused as the guards.

'Lady Devonshire. You must be aware the palace is in lock-down because of the riot.'

'I came to the palace for safety. I found the guards unconscious and bound. It seemed only right to attend upon the Contesse.' Stiletto's composure is perfect as she resheaths the hairpin.

'Indeed, Madam, though it is not protocol at such a time.'

'Forgive me. I am being strange to your ways.' Stiletto's accent has become more pronounced.

'Indeed, Madam.' The guard bows slightly aware of the sound whipping Adele will administer for any breach of protocol but also aware of the need to respect the quirks of foreign dignitaries, especially seven foot blonde Angelisch ones. Try as she might, she cannot recall a session in her training to cover this particular situation.

'And why is she here?' The other guard points to Boot Girl.

'Must have come in during the riots. If you'll lend me your cuffs I'll restrain her and take her to the cells.' Pauline places her knee against Boot Girl's back and holds out her hand to the guard.

'Er...!' The guards are both way out of their depths.

'That was an order corporal.'

'Yes, my Lady.' The guard removes her shackles from her belt and passes them to Pauline who cuffs Boot Girl's wrists and elbows behind her then shackles her ankles.

'And now perhaps you could escort Lady Devonshire to safety.'

'Yes, Ma'am.' The guards are happy to receive clear orders.

'No!' Boot Girl begins to struggle. 'She's not Lady Devonshire, she's an impostor...'

'Corporal, do you have a gag?'

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A FEW MOMENTS LATER

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'Couldn't you have come up with anything better? Something that didn't involve me ending naked and in bondage?' Boot Girl struggles in her bonds as they wait for the lift's return.

'Such as...' Pauline looks at the naked and helpless heroine unable to prevent a smile from curling the corner of her lips.

'I don't know. We met in a bar, we danced, we kissed, you brought me back for a night of passion...?'

'I'm a princess. I don't get to go clubbing very often.'

'And that's another thing. You could have told me who you were.'

'Don't worry, I'll sort it out.'

'Yes, but in the mean time, I'm once again, naked and in bondage. It's getting to be a habit with you around.'

'I could put the gag back if it would make you feel more comfortable.'

There is silence while Pauline retrieves her cat mask.

'I'm sure that Angel was the bitch from the warehouse.'

'Lady Devonshire, the Angelisch ambassadress? I don't think so. Bit odd to see her in red though.'

'I tell you, she's a fucking psycho villainess called Stiletto. She drugged me and presented me to La Donna in exchange for starting the riots.'

'I really can't imagine Lady Devonshire doing that. She's very straight-laced, they all are. I mean they're kinky in the privacy of their own homes...and dorms...' She smiles wistfully. 'Not that I'm into Angelisch girls, of course... I prefer...er...'

A bell announces the lift's arrival saving Pauline's blushes.

Come on.' Boot Girl shuffles awkwardly into the lift. Pauline follows taking Boot Girl's arm to show she is in control. As she presses the button she reaches up and hangs the mask over the lift's camera.

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PRINCESS PAULINE'S QUARTERS, NEW ROYAL PALACE, HARMONY

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'Every princess has her own doll then.' Boot Girl raises an eyebrow as she takes in the kneeling figure of Hazel still helplessly restrained in the corset, cuffs and hood.

'Oh, her.'

'Yes, her. The semi-naked girl with the impressively augmented breasts kneeling obediently awaiting her mistress' return.'

'Actually I'm not her mistress. It's a bit complicated really.' Pauline looks round then her eyes narrow. 'Are you jealous?'

'No, I'm perfectly happy with my breasts.'

'I meant...' Pauline looks down at Boot Girl's chest. 'Oh, never mind.'

'Look, are you going to take these cuffs off?'

'Maybe.' Pauline gives up trying to suppress her smile. 'Depends if you're a good girl.'

'Do you enjoy keeping naked girls chained up in your apartment?'

'Don't you?'

Boot Girl gets suddenly defensive. 'Occasionally.'

'Perhaps you prefer to have them chain you?' Pauline's smile broadens into a smirk and she steps towards the heroine. She is a little taller in her heeled boots.

'Sometimes.' Boot Girl can feel herself beginning to blush but Pauline doesn't seem to notice.

'You have to help me release Hazel.'

'Gonna put me there instead?'

'Would you like me to?'

'Actually I'd quite like to go home, have a shower, put some cream on my very sore nipples and, perhaps, even put some clothes on.'

Pauline ignores her, crossing to the bedside cabinet, where she pulls open the drawer, drops her cat mask in and rummages among the contents which, as far as Boot Girl can see constitute some rather kinky looking rubber garments, several restraints, a gag, some punishment devices including a tazer and some nipple clamps and a couple of electronic toys.

'Got it.' Pauline holds up a key in triumph. 'Let's hope this fits.'

The key unlocks Boot Girl's cuffs and, as she is freed, the heroine rubs her wrists.

'Now, help me with Hazel.' Pauline starts to unbuckling the kneeling slave's elbow cuffs. With her elbows freed the girl's huge breasts fall forwards which in turn pulls on her clamped nipples forcing her to bow her head further and what is a beautifully submissive gesture.

'Undo her hood for me.'

'Why are we doing this?' Boot Girl's starts to unlace the kneeling girl's hood.

'I'm trying to get you out of here.'

'Like you tried to get me out of the warehouse.'

'You're here aren't you?'

'Oh yes. Great. I'm a hunted vigilante, naked in the princess' bedroom, the palace is on high security alert and you're playing bondage dolls.'

'Hazel is a decoy. Look, you'll have to trust me.'

'Ok.' Boot Girl scolds as she grudgingly agrees and continues to unlace Hazel's hood.

Madam Bondage's slave kneels submissively as she is released, barely grimacing even when the heavy clamps are removed from her big nipples.

'Go to your mistress' chamber and wait for her.'

Hazel nods but doesn't speak.

'Nice butt.' Boot Girl watches the naked slave crawling to the door and out into the corridor then turns to the princess. 'So what happens now?'

'You have to put me in her place.'

'What?'

'Dress me in the corset then cuff and hood me.'

'And how exactly is this going to keep me out of trouble?'

'It's not but it is going to keep me out of trouble.' Pauline is unclipping her bustier and as Boot Girl watches she sheds the garment before stepping out of her leather shorts.

'Both naked save for boots.' Pauline winks and pouts suggestively and places her hands behind her head in a way that she knows displays her breasts magnificently.

'Nice!' Boot Girl cannot help but admire Pauline's naked form with its slim waist and large breasts.

Pauline looks down and pushes her chest out just a little more. 'You can stay and play if you like. I have plenty of toys.'

Boot Girl smiles a self-consciously. 'Yes, I can see that.' She brushes the stray strand of hair from her face.

Suddenly they hear a noise in the corridor and Pauline bends down quickly to remove her boots. Once naked she picks up the leather corset and fits it around her waist turning to allow Boot Girl to buckle and tighten the straps. When she is satisfied with the tightness she bends awkwardly to retrieve the wrist and thigh cuffs which are still linked. Boot Girl buckles these in place and then fastens the elbow cuff.

'Make sure they're very tight.'

'Are you enjoying this?'

Pauline turns to face Boot Girl, the princess' large breasts are pushed forward prominently. by her bondage. 'It's not everyday a girl gets restrained by a Heroine.'

'Don't expect it to become a habit.' Boot Girl can't resist a smile as she crouches to apply the ankle cuffs.

As Boot Girl stands, Pauline pushes herself towards the naked heroine thrusting her breasts out even further. 'Are you sure I can't tempt you to stay a while?'

There is another noise in the corridor.

'Tempting but I think I'd better get out of here as soon as I can.'

'You are a sub aren't you?'

'Look, I'd love to stay and play with your...toys they're...very...nice...but I really think I should go.'

'So you are dominant?'

'Can we get on with this?'

'You'll have to hood and gag me first.' Pauline lowers her voice to a sexy whisper. 'I'm pretty sure I'm submissive myself.' She pushes her breasts against Boot Girl's body. 'And I'm completely helpless. You could practically do anything you wanted to me.'

'Turn around.'

'Ooooh. I love to be told what to do. Do you want me to bend over too?'

'Just kneel down.'

'Yes, Mistress. I bet you're really dominant.' Pauline kneels.

'Look...'

'Oh, please don't tell me you're submissive.'

'Will you shut up?'

'I'll have to if you gag me.'

Boot Girl picks up the hood and pulls it over Pauline's head, pushing the gag into her open mouth before tightening the lacing the laces.

'I suppose I have to add the nipple clamps for authenticity.'

Pauline nods vigorously; hooded, kneeling and restrained the princess is the picture of perfect submission.

'Well, if you insist.' Boot Girl crouches and lifts the heavy flesh of Pauline's right breast, it is very firm and warm and as she handles it the nipple points in response. This intimately, Boot Girl can see the remains of bruises from Pauline's whipping and despite her desire to flee, the heroine cannot resist the urge to tease the large dark nipple with the clamp before applying it. The princess gives a low moan and Boot Girl can see a flush coming to the kneeing girl's chest.

'Oh no you don't.' Boot Girl lets the steel jaws close around the swollen nipple.