BootGirl

The story so far...

Following a bungled surveillance job Hannah Pink, known to the citizens of Harmony as the heroine, Boot Girl has been taken to Castle Strangeways, home of ex-Heroine Madam Bondage, or Lady Bishop as she is known to her subjects. Here she is undergoing a training ritual known as Pzorich which involves a fair amount of bondage, a lot of humiliation and a frustratingly small amount of sex.

If Hannah Pink wanted to try Submission she is getting plenty of it at the moment.

She is also learning to play a better game of chess and has discovered a little more about why the Harmony Heroines, the Sisterhood, was disbanded and hence why Madam Bondage is so keen for Boot Girl to be an effective heroine.

Meanwhile back in Harmony the question of whether a queen can be submissive is being answered with a little role reversal between Contesse de Renee and her slave, lover and chief of staff, Adele...

Chapter 8: Northern Rites

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NEW ROYAL PALACE, HARMONY

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'You haven't mentioned Boot Girl for over a week.'

'Indeed, Mistress.' Adele watches nervously as the contesse's long discipline whip strokes the top of her bare breasts. 'She does not appear to have been active.'

'I'd prefer it if you told me you had captured her and were preparing to send her for trial.' The contesse taps the whip gently against Adele's skin as she speaks.

'Not yet, Mistress, but we will.'

The contesse brings the steel cored whip down hard on the top of Adele's breasts. The heavy bruises she sustained as punishment, though not overtly stated as such, for the brunette's night spent in toe boots and rubber bondage are fading to a yellow brown. Adele's buttocks show similar signs of abuse.

Adele is confined, naked, in the pillory in the contesse's penthouse apartment.

'Sometimes, Adele, I think you are protecting her.' Lady de Renee delivers another sharp blow making Adele tense in her bondage.

'Madam...'

'Oh, spare me your protests, Adele.' Another lash. 'She was here in this building and you let her go.' Another. 'Which reminds me, have you found my missing statue?'

Adele looks up at her lover.

'Not yet, Mistress.' She tenses, expecting another stroke but it does not materialise.

'You don't think Lady Devonshire really did take it do you?'

'It is a possibility, Madam. There are no other leads and the guards did say she appeared to have emerged from your apartment.'

'They also said they saw my daughter who was very clearly chained up in the punishment room throughout the whole affair, poor girl.'

Adele earns another stripe and feels it is unwise to point out to her mistress that Pauline was restrained, not chained in the punishment room.

'What about the riot?'

'My sources suggest it was this 'La Donna' who instigated it, suppling the gangs with drugs to create civil unrest.'

'That's all we need. Any more information on this 'La Donna'?'

'My sources describe a aristocratic brunette with a southern accent wearing a cage skirt and trailing a very buxom and very naked slave behind her.'

'That's a description of the Lady Simone.'

'Indeed, Madam.'

'So are you telling me that Lady Simone, Queen of Donia and Lady Devonshire, the Angelsisch ambassadress are criminal masterminds set on stealing the city's treasures and inciting revolt?'

'It is a possibility, Madam.' Adele speaks carefully, aware that the turn of the conversation has at least distracted her mistress' attention from her slave's openly displayed and easily punishable breasts. 'The kingdom of Donia has long resented its subservience to Bellania.'

'Surely she would not act so brazenly.'

Adele shrugs as best she can in her bondage.

'And the Angelisch?' Lady de Renee resumes caressing of her slave's breasts using the whip.

'There has been a long history of enmity between the Angeland and Belladonia. We consider them scheming and secretive with an unstable political structure, warring houses...'

'Perhaps you are right.' Lady de Renee shivers then a smile creeps on to her face. 'Just as well I've got you to protect me.'

'Indeed Madam.'

Lady de Renee brings the whip down hard on Adele's breasts once more then drops to her knees in front of the kneeling slave. She gazes for a few moments at her lover's face and then leans forward, brushing the helpless woman's lips with her own. The movement makes their large breasts rub gently together and the contesse can feel her nipples harden.

Adele returns the kiss.

'You remember the other night?'

'Mistress?'

'When you dressed in rubber and restrained me.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Adele continues to kiss her lover as they talk.

'You like rubber don't you?'

'Very much, Mistress.'

'Good.' Contesse de Renee smiles. 'I have a little surprise for you.'

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CASTLE STRANGEWAYS

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'New chess set?' Hannah is restrained in a leather straight jacket and ankle shackles; a muzzle hangs in front of her throat. She is chained to her chair by a heavy chain that is padlocked around her neck.

'This set is almost a thousand years old.'

'Sure about that?'

'Quite sure.' Lady Bishop's smile carries the faint hint of amusement. 'Do you know the story of chess?'

'I'm sure you're going to tell me.'

'It was devised and played by the Pre'stkwe'in and spread north via merchants traveling through Donia. This particular version, well the original, was sent as a threat from the Prest'kwein queen, Bet'zeba, a reminder of her clone armies, identical, ever advancing. In Donia they are called 'slaves' but that is a corruption of sla'ev, the pre'stkwe'in for clone. You will note that your warriors are a variety of units. Bet'zeba was making a point with this. Then there are her airships.' Lady Bishop gestures to the dirigibles at the edge of the board. 'Ships in the sky that sweep across the field of battle raining fire on the enemy, destroying all in their path. Your artillery have the same power on the board but they are not perhaps quite so intimidating on the battlefield. The roc riders of the captured cities are an easy match for your cavalry and then there are my Djz'abl, Bet'zeba's clone assassins.'

'Jezabels?' Hannah smiles. 'Mythical warriors who could walk through walls and see in total darkness.'

'Djz-a-bl.' Lady Bishop articulates the word carefully. 'I am certain they cannot walk through walls but it is clear they were remarkably adept at penetrating even the most heavily guarded fortification in pursuit of their quarry.'

'And could they turn into bats and fly?'

Madam Bondage smiles. 'Shall we play?'

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HARMONY

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Contesse de Renee is dressed in a tight rubber suit that is stretched over her luscious body. The latex is almost translucent and gossamer thin so that every detail is gloriously displayed in one shining enticing package.

'Well?' Lady de Renee smiles, turning to allow Adele to see the shiny material stretched taut over her perfect buttocks.

'Delightful, Madam.'

The contesse turns back with a frown. 'Is that the best you can do?' Lady de Renee still carries the discipline whip and gently runs the tip over the kneeling woman's bare breasts.

'You are quite beautiful, Madam.'

Lady de Renee brings the whip down hard. 'You're not toadying to your queen now! We are alone.'

'Forgive me, Mistress.'

The contesse delivers three more strokes to her lover's breasts. 'I'm sure you used to be a lot more spontaneous.'

'If I were not restrained, Mistress, I might be able to act with a little more spontaneity.'

'Might you now.' Lady de Renee delivers another two strikes to Adele's breasts which are beginning to turn red. 'And perhaps you are suggesting that I take your place so you can spank me again.'

Adele smiles. 'You did rather seem to enjoy it, Mistress.'

'Did I now?' Lady de Renee walks behind the kneeling blonde. 'Then perhaps I should return the favour.'

'Count.' Lady de Renee begins to whip her helpless lover.

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CASTLE STRANGEWAYS

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Hannah kneels, her arms still bound tightly behind her back, eating gruel from a wooden bowl placed on the ground before her. The gruel is grey and unpleasant but after her morning run she is hungry and licks the bowl clean, her tongue stud clicking against the wood. There is little time to rest and she eats quickly before lapping water from a similar bowl.

Though the pzorich spend the morning running hooded and leashed their afternoon provides a relative degree of freedom; their arms are freed and then heavy cuffs are locked around their wrists, ankles and necks. They are, of course, kept naked.

They then spend the afternoon in a series of physical challenges, jumping over hurdles, climbing, crawling around obstacles and passing heavy iron weights from hand to hand. Any girl caught slacking is caned by the guards. Some of the tasks are organised in the form of contests so that whereas the morning is spent in isolation, the afternoon involves some camaraderie though the girls are kept gagged.

Hannah has noticed there are broadly two types of pzorich: small agile ones of similar build to herself and larger more statuesque girls like Agnetha and the other guards. She has heard the term 'Valkree' applied to the former and it is in this group she often finds herself. In spite of their small size, these girls have a wiry strength that exceeds her own and she is often responsible for her 'team' losing ground against the larger fighting women who Lady Bishop has referred to as Swordmaidens. As a consequence she is generally ignored by both groups.

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OPERATIONS ROOM, NEW ROYAL PALACE, HARMONY

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'So how do you know what's going on?' Pauline has spent three days with Adele.

'I have a variety of sources.'

'Oh, come on, Adele. If I'm to be of any use you need to trust me a little.'

'Indeed, My Lady.' Adele is walking stiffly, a clear indication to Pauline that she has been punished by the contesse the previous night. 'Though I don't recall agreeing to you working with me.'

Pauline watches Adele sit awkwardly at the communications desk.

'We use a combination of police reports, informants, surveillance cameras. Now, I must ask you you leave for a few moments. I am about to receive information from a trusted and secret source.'

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LADY BISHOP'S QUARTERS, CASTLE STRANGEWAYS

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'Tell me, Hannah, what do you know of the Sylphic kingdom?'

Hannah screws up her face in concentration. It is probably the first question Lady Bishop has asked to which she knows the answer.

'It's now part of Angeland. The Sylphs were independent for centuries though they're ruled by the Angelisch queen now. It was the Sylphs who developed much of what we now think of as the Angelisch fighting style.'

'Very good.' Lady Bishop smiles.

'I think Sylphic terrorists still blow thing up in Soho sometimes.'

'You are surprisingly well versed in foreign affairs.'

'Oh, you know, I try.' Hannah pouts. 'When I'm not being kept in chains.' She wriggles in her bonds for emphasis but succeeds only in setting the heavy weights clamped to her nipples swinging. Hannah is being punished, arms strapped tightly to a heavy wooden yoke that she has been carrying while training for the last two days. The yoke is punishment for spitting out her food, the bland porridge she has endured for breakfast every morning of her confinement. Agnetha had been, in Hannah's opinion, surprisingly upset at her charge's behaviour and had shown no remorse for imposing the punishment. The yoke, of course, slowed Hannah when she ran and, as a consequence she has a very sore bottom from the canes of the guards who seem to take no account of her extra encumbrance. It is thus, almost a relief that she is made to kneel rather than sit in front of Lady Bishop, her clamped clitoris chained to a ring in the stone floor.

Hannah thus watches helplessly as Lady Bishop opens a wooden box and begins to set pieces out on the board.

'This is a Sylphic set,' Madam Bondage says when she has finished setting out the pieces. 'This is what we would call the crown.' Madam Bondage holds up one of the pieces that depicts a girl chained to a pole.

'Doesn't look much like a crown to me.'

'And you don't look much like a heroine.'

Hannah thinks she might cry but suppresses the urge.

'Perhaps the use of this set is most appropriate tonight in view of your punishment. In Sylphide the chess set represents the process of justice. In ancient times, long before the Angelisch wars, the accused and accuser were chained to posts and their supporters would attempt to stone the opposing protagonist while protecting their own.'

'Sounds pretty brutal.'

'Those were brutal times. I believe the process has now evolved into a game which is played quite widely in the Sylphic provinces and is even followed to some degree in Angeland.'

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MEANWHILE IN DOCKS, HARMONY

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'Who the fuck are you?' Fetish looks up to see a redheaded girl, small and lithe in a tight-fitting wing suit.

'I'm Red Kite.' The girl smiles. 'And you must be Fetish.'

Fetish is crouched over a stunning, naked, brunette strapping her into a black leather slave harness; another brunette lies beside her already tightly restrained, beautiful dark eyes wide over the leather muzzle hiding the lower part of her face. There is a tazer lying beside her.

'May I enquire what you are doing?' Red Kite's voice is softly accented.

'Working. Now fuck off unless you want to join the these two!'

'That's really not very polite.' The redhead frowns. 'You need to learn some manners.'

Red Kite takes a step forward and Fetish rises leaving her victim lying on her side; the girl's arms are bound to her sides and her legs are strapped tightly together; at that moment her eyes open, displaying a second of confusion, then she realises she is bound and starts to squirm in her tight bondage. Red Kite and Fetish watch as she rolls over and spots her helpless companion. The gagged girl's eyes brighten as if she is smiling.

It is the distraction Fetish has been waiting for, or so she thinks, and the villainess dives for the tazer, rolling and turning to level it at Red Kite but the redhead is gone.

Fetish turns in surprise looking for her opponent.

A heavy blow to the side of the villainess' neck drops her to the concrete.

Red Kite crouches beside her victim, ensuring the villainess is fully unconscious then turns to the gagged girl and unbuckles her muzzle.

'Hold still. I will untie you.'

'There's no rush.' The brunette smiles with a pair of full, luscious lips that have just been exposed by the removal of her gag.

'I mean we're not going anywhere.' Her friend, now apparently fully recovered from the tazer blast, is lying helpless in her harness behind the redhead who turns to look at her. 'Not now anyway.' The first brunette speaks again and Red Kite turns back somewhat perplexed by the direction this encounter is taking. 'I believe Fetish was planning to enslave you.'

'Yes, she was!' The recently ungagged girl's voice carries a note of...disappointment?

'And you have saved us.' The second girl's tone is more hostile.

'I suppose we should thank you.' Ungagged girl's manner softens.

'There is no need.' Red Kite moves to release her.

'Saved us from a life of slavery...' The second girl shows no evidence of conciliation.

'We would have been kept naked...'

'...in tight bondage...' First girl picks up on her companion's thoughts.

'...subjected to hours of conditioning...'

'...kept in a state of constant arousal...'

'...forced to endure multiple orgasms as the whim of our mistress...'

The girls' sigh in unison.

'You will soon be free to go.' Red Kite looks from one helpless girl to another.

'Yes.' The first brunette smiles somewhat sadly. 'I suppose we should thank you for rescuing us.'

'There is no need.' Red Kite finds herself on more familiar territory.

'Oh, but there is.' The second girl arches in her bonds rubbing the nipples of as perfect a pair of breasts as money can buy against Red Kite's boot.

'And, even if we didn't want to, we could hardly stop you helping yourself to a little reward for your bravery.' The first girl squirms closer and presses her full lips to the toes of the heroine's other boot.

Red Kite looks from one to the other in confusion.

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A LITTLE LATER, CASTLE STRANGEWAYS

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'Your game is improving, Hannah.'

'Thank you, Madam.'

'You are starting to think further ahead before you move.' Lady Bishop stands and stretches. 'I realise it is late and, if you wish, I will permit you to stay here tonight.'

Hannah looks up at the statuesque northerner.

'Thank you, Madam but I...' Hannah is not quite sure how to phrase the question. 'How do I say I'm very sorry in Nordish?'

'Ja regtic siorch.' Lady Bishop smiles. 'I will call Agnafred to take you back to the cells.'

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AND IN THE DOCKS, HARMONY

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'You have both been very diligent in your gratitude.' Red Kite zips up her costume and runs her hands through her thick red hair. Her face is still flushed and she can still taste the girls on her tongue. For two almost identical foreigners they were surprisingly different 'flavours'; Red Kite is not sure she is using the correct Bellanian word.

'Thank you, Mistress.' Odette, the girl whom Fetish had gagged kneels in her harness. Her legs are no longer strapped together but her arms are still restrained.

'We aim to please.' Jemima, her companion who had been tazered, lies on her back with her legs spread; her ankles are crossed and strapped together, like Odette, her arms are still restrained in the harness; the crotch straps of both girl's harnesses are undone.

'We really are grateful that you rescued us.'

'Honest.'

'I had better untie you.' Red Kite stands to regain control of the situation.

'Yes.' Odette sounds crestfallen.

'Could we thank you again sometime?' Jemima has shown herself to be the most pragmatic of the two.

'That would depend on whether you got into trouble again.'

'Oh!'

'The docks are not a safe part of your city.' Red Kite has been briefed on some of the key districts of Harmony. 'It is a place frequented by villainesses and smugglers.'

'Slavers too.' Jemima adds helpfully.

'It is thus not safe for two high born women such as yourselves to walk here alone.'

'No, I suppose it isn't.' Odette does not appear to display any contrition.

'I suspect you would both be highly desirable to slavers.'

'Yes...' Odette's voice sounds a little dreamy. 'I think we must be.' She looks at Jemima.

'We will have to be more careful where we walk.' Jemima winks.

'Where are your clothes?' Red Kite looks around and can only see two sets of very skimpy lace underwear lying on the road beside them.

There is a fading flush on the brunettes' cheeks but when Red Kite looks at them they both blush.

'I think Fetish must have thrown them into the river.' Odette glances evasively towards the Teese.

'It's nearly dark. Nobody will notice if we go home in our underwear.'

Red Kite begins to release the girls.

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A FEW MILES NORTH OF CASTLE STRANGWAYS

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It is Hannah's twelfth day as a guest at Castle Strangeways and she is enjoying her morning run. The routine has become familiar now and, she thinks, the exercise has become slightly easier, particularly after her release from the punishing yoke. Even running hooded on a nipple leash she is becoming familiar with the route and knows they will probably be stopping at the top of the current rise. She thinks 'they' because she assumes the other prisoners are exercised with her.

They can't all be heroines in need of training.

They reach the top of the rise and Boot Girl feels a blast of icy air on her bare skin that makes her clamped nipples stand rigidly to attention.

'Storsh!' She hears one of the guards call out and then a rapid discussion in Nordish which, even if it was not muffled by her hood she would have been unable to follow.