BootGirl

The story so far...

Angelish villainess Stiletto, a six foot blonde with a wicked line in footwear and a seriously dominant MO has made a bargain with crime boss La Donna. In exchange for the Angel delivering Boot Girl (in suitable bondage) to La Donna's lair, the southern crime boss has used her influence with the street gangs to organise the riot. Under cover of the riot Stiletto entered the palace to steal a priceless statue.

Fortunately, with the help of ex-Harmony Heroine, Madam Bondage, and a pair of nipple cuffs, Cat Girl has rescued our heroine from La Donna's lair (though Boot Girl's costume was apparently nowhere to be found leaving our heroine naked save for her eponymous boots).

On returning her saviour to the palace, Boot Girl discovered the robbery and, though still largely naked, attempted to attack Stiletto only to be tackled from behind by Cat Girl. In a bizarre turn of events Boot Girl has discovered Cat Girl is Princess Pauline, daughter of Harmony's ruler and Stiletto bears a remarkable likeness to for the Angelisch ambassadress. Somehow in the confusion, Stiletto escaped and Boot Girl, once again, found herself in bondage.

In a heroic but rather unplanned attempt to deal with the villainesses Boot Girl and Cat Girl returned to La Donna's lair where they discovered that La Donna was in fact Lady Simone, the queen of Donia.

Unfortunately, the pair were subsequently captured and had to be rescued by Madam Bondage who is not best pleased by Boot Girl's failure to protect her new partner; something for which she will probably be punished...

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Chapter 7: Pzorich

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Boot girl is hanging by her wrists and she is naked.

There is, at least, a change of scene from the warehouse from which Madam Bondage - aka, Lady Bishop - eventually released her.

Currently, she is in the heroine's chamber in Castle Strangeways, her wrists locked in steel cuffs bolted to the wall and her ankles similarly restrained. She has seen none of the castle except this room being hooded and restrained during the flight north from Harmony and then lead to her current position on a leash, still wearing the hood. Prior to transporting her, Madam Bondage used the pink leather restraints of her 'doll' outfit so that Boot Girl spent the flight lying in the rear compartment of the woman's flyer strapped tightly into a body harness with her arms pinned to her sides and her legs strapped together and pulled up to the top of the hood.

Boot Girl is not the only captive, if that is the correct term, in the room. Madam Bondage's slave, the girl with the huge breasts and light brown hair and, Hannah recalls, the unusual and rather attractive hazel eyes, is there with her, restrained in some sort of archaic torture device fashioned from brass or perhaps bronze; the girl stands on tiptoe, her long legs strapped to a pole that runs up between them and, Hannah thinks, penetrates her sex; a curved bar attached to the upright emerges from between her thighs and forks in into three in front of her breasts; wires run from the tips of the two side prongs to collars tightened around the girl's huge nipples and more wires link these to steel cages around her breasts, these in turn are joined to collars round the bases of her breasts which are in turn linked to the upright; another bar emerges behind her from which protrudes a butt plug, this then arches behind her, securing her shackled wrists before extending above her head to support a head cage or brank which gags her and, by means of plates like the blinkers of a pony harness, restricts her vision; the brank is secured in place with a large padlock in front of her neck; the final part of her bondage is an intricate corset made up of metal bands that are supported by the front and back bars.

That the device is more than a simple restraint is demonstrated by a spinning ball on the third prong of the front bar, moving tantalisingly in front of the girl's face, that is clearly driving its internal mechanisms, a weight on a chain descending gradually beneath it as a source of power. Further evidence of a more sinister nature comes from periodic clicks in the mechanism which seem to result in the girl's bondage, particularly that around her breasts, becoming tighter. The girls huge breasts are discoloured from the progressively tightening collars around their bases and stretched taut by the collars on the nipples, while discharges, presumably of static electricity randomly shock the tortured flesh. The girl barely seems to respond to these torments and Hannah can see only a slight stiffening in her tautly stretched and tightly restrained body when the device activates. Her silence is not simply due to the gag though this is clearly very effective because she does occasionally cry out. However, these cries are not of pain, suggesting the device is not purely designed for torture.

Boot Girl has watched two cycles of the device, gradually clamping down on and stretching the girl's tortured breasts, squeezing her waist, lifting her shackled arms high behind her back and drawing her up onto the very tips of her toes to a state where any further progress will tear her apart or crush her or perhaps both. It is at these points of extremis that the pleasure the device delivers becomes more evident, driving the tormented girl to orgasm even as her body is punished to the edge of her endurance.

Boot Girl watches as the girl cums for the third time, gasping into her gag which the heroine now notices expands as part of her torture; every muscle in the girl's body seems to strain against her bondage and her fists clench as the device increases the tension before her confinement relaxes and she drops gratefully back onto her heels, her breasts and waist taking up a more natural shape, her arms settling to a more comfortable position just below the level of her shoulderblades. The girl's skin in flushed, the sheen of sweat coating it, glistening in the flickering light, and her breathing is ragged.

'What do you think of my conditioning machine?' Madam Bondage has entered while the girl was in the throes of orgasm and now walks to her helpless slave.

'Isn't slavery technically illegal, even up here?'

'We are bound by the same laws as you. However, a pledged slave may accept conditioning from her mistress - it seems a shame to deny her.' Madam Bondage stands beside her slave as she finishes speaking and strokes the girl's bare bottom. 'And you did ask for it, didn't you Hazel.'

The helpless girl makes a tiny sound which could be interpreted as agreement with her mistress.

'I assume you two have been introduced?' Madam Bondage turns to look at Hannah.

'Yes, we've met. Briefly, at least.'

'Ah. The night of the riot.'

The mechanism of Hazel's restraint clicks ominously as another cycle begins. The helpless girl gives a small whimper into her gag as her bonds begin to tighten and her breast torture starts again.

'Don't you think she's had enough?'

'Are you offering to trade places with her? I'm sure we could make the necessary adjustments to the device.'

'No, I'm fine, thanks.'

'I'll tell you what I'll do.' Madam Bondage arches her eyebrow. 'Since you have shown such concern. We'll play chess and, if you win, I'll release her.'

'Am I likely to win?'

'Excellent question and the first you should always ask before an engagement. To answer frankly, I would say it is exceedingly unlikely that you have any chance of winning.'

'So what's the point in playing?'

'An instructive exercise.' Madam Bondage pulls a table already set with chess pieces in front of Boot Girl and then draws up a stool for herself. 'Besides, I have several conditioning machines and, if you don't try, I'll put you in one of the others.'

'Perhaps I'd enjoy being conditioned. I've always thought dominance was over-rated.'

'They have a variety of settings. Even a very masochistic submissive would struggle to enjoy all of them.'

'Chess it is then.'

'Good girl.' Madam Bondage sits on the stool across the board from where Boot Girl is suspended. 'You may begin.'

'You're going to keep me hanging here?'

'Do refrain from this desire to state the obvious at every opportunity.'

'You do have me at quite a disadvantage.'

'Nonsense. The physical stress will help you to concentrate. Devising tactics under pressure is important for a heroine.'

'Like your pal Destiny did?' Boot Girl's jibe is supposed to be flippant but the anger that flares in the northerner's face is terrifying. Hannah can't help but notice the whimper from the helpless slave.

Madam bondage stands knocking down the stool behind her, the tension in her frame evidence of the internal struggle to control her anger. 'You are a petty...' She draws the whip from her boot and advances on the helpless heroine. Boot Girl pales, aware that she is utterly defenceless but before the northerner strikes the woman manages to steady herself though her face is flushed with anger; because of her height Madam Bondage can almost look Boot Girl straight in the eye. 'You should be careful to mind your tongue in matters about which you know little or nothing.'

'I'm sorry.' Hannah does not apologise because of fear but because she recognises the terrible wrong she has done. 'Hazel is Destiny isn't she?'

Madam Bondage nods, there are tears in her blue eyes.

'Perhaps you should tell me what happened.'

Madam Bondage nods again and steps back to sit on the edge of the table.

'In its time, the Sisterhood tried to do as you try to do now, to...keep order. They, we, I was one of them, were reasonably successful too.' Madam Bondage looks meaningfully at Hannah then sits down. Sitting, Hannah thinks, the woman looks small, hunched, older. 'You...Boot Girl, have your fans but they, we, were celebrities, adored by the masses; Golden Girl, Princess, Destiny, Detecta, hardly a day went by when we were not in the news. The villainesses were almost the same, larger than life figures. We all knew whom we were fighting. Even the villainesses had their fans, petty criminals, the street gangs, there were even what one might refer to as respectable ladies that set themselves up to be robbed or kidnapped by one or other of the Dark Sorority as they became known. I once heard a southern diplomat boast at a palace cocktail party of four days spent in Dominata's dungeon.' She looks up at Hannah. 'It became a bit of a game.'

'And it changed when Mistress Pain showed up?'

Madam Bondage nods. 'Until she arrived we believed we could do no wrong. There would be a robbery or a kidnapping and we'd hunt the perpetrators down; there'd be a fight and, if we were lucky, one or more of them would be arrested; or one us would be captured and held in bondage until she could be rescued. I recall...' Madam Bondage smiles. '...another time perhaps.'

Behind Madam Bondage, Destiny, starts to whimper into her gag, struggling in her bondage and the redhead stands turning towards the captive girl and putting one arm around her shoulders, using the other hand to still the mechanism of the conditioning device. The girl struggles, mewling into her gag.

'Those who do not know their history will only repeat it.' She gently strokes her gloved finger across Destiny's chest. 'She must know.' Madam Bondage is addressing the slave who was Destiny. 'I do not wish it to happen again.'

The helpless girl stills and Madam Bondage releases a catch in the device which relaxes the bondage to it's resting state. The girl is still utterly helpless but no longer tormented, physically at least.

'Mistress Pain was different. It wasn't a game to her but deadly serious. We should have seen this and dealt with her but we did not. We treated her like one of the other villainesses, like an opponent in the game rather than the enemy she was. Then she took Lady Blush, our current queen's sister and imprisoned her in a secret place advertising the fact and tormenting us by our inability to find and rescue her. Lady Blush was the contesse's older sister, twenty five at the time I think and just as voluptuous as her sister. Each day Mistress Pain added to the girl's bondage and torment, devising new and more devious ways to humiliate and punish her...and us. The poor girl was forced to perform all sorts of vile acts, put through intense conditioning, punished and brought to orgasm, made to beg for the whip and crawl at her 'mistress' feet. The queen was beside herself, impotent with rage; the humiliation of what was being done to her daughter...'

'How long did it take you to find her?'

'It was almost two months. By that time, Lady Blush had been forced to admit her submission, which I think was genuine but not then considered appropriate for an aristocrat and had clearly become a conditioned slave. It was Destiny who found the lead, studying the videos of the girl's torment, a sound, the bell of the Gaian temple in the West Side. She went immediately leaving a message for us. I think she was very fond of Lady Blush.'

Destiny sobs around her gag, her body shaking and Madam Bondage squeezes her shoulders. Boot Girl wants to tell her to release the girl but knows not to interrupt.

'Destiny found the place and went straight inside believing we would be there to back her up as we always were but in her hurry she had written the wrong address and we were some time finding her.'

Destiny sobs again.

'The rest is history. Destiny fought Mistress Pain and defeated her. Something I might not have achieved in those days though I could do it easily now. Cuffing the Villainess, Destiny went to rescue her princess but Mistress Pain had laid a trap and, when Destiny opened the door to the girl's cage a needle released poison into the princess' blood. When we arrived Lady Blush was dead in Destiny's arms, still in her chains.'

Boot Girl wishes she could wipe the tears from her eyes and watches, her vision blurred, as Madam Bondage comforts her helpless slave. She is whispering gently in the girl's ear and Hannah cannot make out the words.

Finally the Mistress of Strangeways turns back to her.

'So, that is why you are here. I do not want another death or another penitent heroine.'

Boot Girl smiles gently. 'And I thought you just wanted a new wall decoration.'

Madam Bondage smiles back. 'It is your spirit that makes me think you will succeed.'

'Succeed?'

'You remember the parable of the nipple clamps - pain before gain?'

'Do my nipples have to come into everything?'

Madam Bondage shrugs. You would not want to spoil that cute butt that everyone talks about would you?'

'Fair point. What about her.' Hannah nods in the direction of the fallen heroine.

'She will overcome, which reminds me.' Madam Bondage flicks the ball suspended in front of Destiny's face and the conditioning device whirrs to life.

'What happens now?'

The redhead turns back to her blonde captive. 'We play chess.'

'Chess is just a game.'

'No, chess is more than a game.'

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NEW ROYAL PALACE, HARMONY

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Lady de Renee and Adele are in the royal bedchamber. Adele has shed her robe and kneels in front of her mistress, naked apart from her collar; the slave has her hands behind her head and kneels with her legs wide and her breasts thrust out.

'You know when you said you would restrain me?' Lady de Renee is still dressed in her working clothes, her leather bustier and tight leather trousers.

'Yes, Mistress?'

'You'd really have done it, wouldn't you?' The queen caresses her lover's right nipple with the tip of a long cane she usually uses on her slave's buttocks.

'Not doing so would be a dereliction of my duties. It would invite severe chastisement.'

'And, of course, if you had tied me up I would have taking this cane to these gorgeous breasts of yours; so,in fact, whether you'd tied me up or not you'd have been punished.'

'Correct.' Adele shifts slightly as the cane toys with her nipple.

'Unless, of course, I enjoyed the experience of being restrained.' Lady de Renee puts her hands behind her back as if they are tied and leans forward thrusting out her large firm breasts. 'Of course, I'm not sure I'd enjoy being whipped...' She grins. '...not too hard, anyway... But, of course, if I was gagged and very tightly restrained, I would hardly be in a position to stop you, would I?'

'Indeed not, Mistress.'

'And you're stronger than me so, if you wanted to could overpower me, strip me naked and tie me...there'd be nothing I could do about it.'

'You could call your guards.'

'You know, I think I might have turned the intercom off and set it to 'Do not disturb'.'

'That would leave you very vulnerable, Mistress.'

'It would, wouldn't it.' Lady de Renee straightens and puts down her whip. Turning her back to her slave she bends forwards to unbuckle her boots, deliberately keeping her legs straight so that her bottom is clearly displayed to the kneeling woman. 'I seem to recall you once said my butt was my best feature.'

'I'm still very fond of it, Mistress.'

'Do you ever feel the urge to spank it when I'm doing something you disapprove of.'

'Sometimes, Mistress.'

'And do you feel the urge to spank it now?'

'I was not aware you were doing anything...inappropriate.'

'I must have done a dozen thing this week you weren't happy with.' Contesse de Renee stands and turns to face her kneeling lover; she undoes the clip of her bustier and removes it, exposing her huge, enhanced breasts; the nipples are big and dark and clearly swollen with arousal. She draws her shoulders back, thrusting out her breasts as she undoes the belt of her leather trousers then peels the them down her long slim legs; then Contesse de Renee stands before her slave, gloriously naked; her long dark hair is tousled about her shoulders framing her aristocratic face with its high cheekbones, her dark eyes flashing and her full lips pout seductively.

'Slave.'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'I've been a very bad girl this week and I need to be punished.'

'Yes, Mistress.'

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LATER

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'You've no idea how good this feels.' Contesse de Renee tosses her head, shaking her long dark hair, as she kneels in front of Adele who sits on the bed behind her tightening the laces of a black leather slave sheath on her Mistress' arms. The brunette's elbows are touching, her shoulders pulled back by her position and the straps of the restraint.

'You might recall I am not unfamiliar with these restraints, Mistress. If you cast your mind back, you might remember I spent last night wearing one.'

'Oh, that's right.' The Contesse smiles, somewhat coyly at the memory. 'Actually, I quite enjoy using them on you. They make a girl docile, don't you think. The lace up ones particularly. I think it's the intimacy in their application. You can hardly lace an unwilling captive into a sheath like this.'

'It would be difficult unless you rendered her unconscious, Mistress.'

'And they make a girl's tits stick out delightfully.' Lady de Renee shakes her large breast to emphasise her point.

'Indeed, Mistress.'

'Do you remember the first time you saw me restrained?'

'I could hardly forget, Mistress.'

Contesse de Renee smiles. 'Now there's a reason for you to punish me. Letting myself get captured by Dominata. If you hadn't rescued me I might be a conditioned slave now somewhere in the south.'

'I would have found you, Mistress, where ever you were.'

'Do you remember her conditioning machine? The one I was strapped to.'

Both women smile at the memory of Lady de Renee or, the heroine, 'Princess' as she was then, inside Dominata's conditioning chamber. Princess had been stripped from her flimsy costume which consisted of little more than a gold bikini and boots and strapped to a frame with her hands locked behind her back in steel bands and her feet locked to steel footrests; she had been restrained in a crouching position, penetrated vaginally and anally and had a similar plug in her mouth, with her head forced back so it looked as if she was impaled on a steel rod through her body. The machine was designed so the footrests slid gently down under her weight meaning she was forced to pump constantly with her legs to stop herself being completely impaled on the dildo inside her, a movement which resulted in the her moving up and down on the dildo. Stimulators attached to her nipples, clitoris and labia charged with the pumping motion providing constant stimulation to her captive body keeping her intensely aroused and, frequently pushing her to orgasm until at the end of the cycle they discharged a powerful shock onto her erogenous zones forcing her to accept a mix of pleasure and pain and - after several days on the machine, a pain induced orgasm. The machine would then rotate, spraying her captive body with slave gel, resetting itself so the whole cycle would begin again.