BootGirl

The story so far...

Boot Girl has undergone a month of further training under the watchful eye of Lady Bishop, formally Madam Bondage, one of the original Harmony Heroines. Having completed her 'pzorich' she has fought one of the northern girls, Ingrid and defeated her and is now feasting with the Swordmaidens and Valkree.

The serious business of who will be next to enter pzorich is being decided by drawing lots with those drawing a black disc condemned to a month of gruelling training and strict bondage...

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Chapter 9: Crated for Shipment

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Lady Bishop smiles and holds up a black disc.

The room erupts with wild cheers and the din of hands hammering on the table with a force that spills many of the remaining drinks.

Lady Bishop lifts her hands and gestures for silence.

'It seems the Ice Maiden has smiled upon her servant.' Lady Bishop turns to the Shieldmaiden and then back to the assembled company. 'I am sure my Shieldmaiden will keep order in my absence.'

The woman with the scar nods politely and turns to cast her frightening gaze over the assembled throng. A few, her favourite's perhaps, raise their drinking cups to her and then turn back to their colleagues. Slowly the noise rises and the party resumes but Hannah notices that, slowly, the warriors are leaving their tables, mostly in pairs though sometimes a victor leads her vanquished on a leather leash.

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'Do you wish me to serve you now, Barbarian?' Ingrid still sits in Hannah's lap.

'My name is Hannah.'

'I do not think it is a good name.'

'It's fine but you're entitled to your opinion.'

'A valkree would have punished me for making such a comment. Do you have the resolve to punish me?'

'I'm not a valkree.'

'You have been in pzorich. Why do you not take me now?'

Hannah turns to look at Agnetha for support but she and Agnafred are disappearing through a doorway with their arms around each other.

'Oh come on then.' Hannah stands tipping the redhead off her lap.

As long as I can remember where Agnetha's bed is we'll be fine.

Ingrid is still glaring at her, a sour expression on her face.

'Turn around.'

The redhead shrugs and turns and Hannah unties her wrists.

'What are you doing?'

'Shut up!'

When she has freed Ingrid's wrists she ties the thong round the girl's neck as a leash.

'On your knees.'

The girl obeys, though slowly.

'Do you know how to walk to heel?' Hannah pulls on the leash and the girl follows her crawling on all fours.

To Hannah's surprise there is a full bottle of ale on one of the tables by the door and she grabs it as she leads the girl from the great hall.

I think I may need this.

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Ingrid kneels before Hannah with her wrists bound once again behind her back. Hannah has left the other end of the thong tied around the girl's neck so the redhead is forced to keep her wrists up in the small of her back and kneel upright with her shoulders back.

Around her in the dim light she can see and hear couples pleasuring each other. On the bunk above her head Agnafred, tied spreadeagle, is moaning loudly as Agnetha crouches above her raking her tongue over her helpless lover's sex.

Hannah sees the Ingrid glance up as Agnafred cries out, arching up, her movement shaking the bunk on which the heroine sits. For a moment Hannah sees the girl's pout fall away.

'Ingrid.'

The girl still looks young to Hannah and, in her bondage, vulnerable. There is no doubt she is pretty, the mask of her pout dropping away when she forgets to apply it. There is no doubt her body is mature, gently curved, a slim waist and firm breasts.

The girl looks at her, pout returning.

'Why did you choose to fight me?'

'You are a barbarian. Defeating you would have gained me much approval.'

'Not necessarily a smart tactic if you wanted to be selected.'

'You do not fight that well.'

'I beat you!'

Ingrid looks down quickly, the expression on her face changing from arrogance to contrition but when she looks back up the pout has returned.

'I will fight again next year.'

'You could have beaten many of the girls fighting today.'

Ingrid shrugs though her expression suggests she is not as certain now.

'Go on. Why me?'

'I told you, I wanted to be the warrior who defeated the barbarian, tell others how I made you pleasure me with her jewelled tongue.'

'It always comes down to sex.'

'That is what you would think. You are little more than an animal.'

'I'm not the one on the leash.'

Ingrid scowls. 'Our culture is far more ancient than yours. We are a wiser and more civilised people.'

'Do you know anything about my culture.'

'Only that Harmony is a city of immoral filth and corruption. Our Mistress has been there much to clear away this depravity.'

'Really? My flat has electricity and working drains that are more than a hole in the floor. Even your beloved mistress uses a flyer.'

'And yet she has brought you here to be civilised.'

'I need a drink.' Hannah reaches for the bottle of ale and takes a swig then wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and belches loudly. 'You want some?' She holds out the bottle.

Ingrid shakes her head. 'Is it true that in Harmony they all drink before choosing a mate and making sex?'

Hannah pauses. 'It sometimes makes it easier.'

Agnafred cums again, rocking the bed and Ingrid looks up.

'Come on.' Hannah holds out the bottle again.

After a moment Ingrid nods and Hannah holds the bottle to the girl's lips. Ingrid swallows, pulling a face at the strong taste, some of the dark liquid dribbles down her chin.

'Come here.'

Ingrid shuffles closer and Hannah takes her by the hair, pulling her head back and licking the ale from the girl's neck. To Hannah's surprise Ingrid does not struggle or pull away.

'Are all women as you in Harmony?'

'No, most are...I don't know...well most are brunettes for a start...and most have...' Hannah's voice trails off. 'Well, most have a lot more here...' She gestures to her chest.

'I wish to be like you.'

'Like me?' Hannah is genuinely shocked.

'I wish to be Valkree, not Swordmaiden. I wishes to fly.'

So that's why you've got such a chip on your shoulder!

'I am born into Valkree family...I am...disappointment.'

Hannah takes a swig and pours some more ale into Ingrid's mouth, licking the spillage off the girl's neck, her tongue creeping a little lower than before.

'I'm sorry....' Shit, was I really going to say 'kid'? She takes another swig and gives more to Ingrid.

'I guess we're all striving for things we can't have. You want to be Valkree, I want...actually ...' Hannah's voice trails off.

Shit! What do I want?

Hannah takes another swallow then ensures more of the ale spills so she can lick it off Ingrid's chest raking her tongue stud over the northerner's right nipple in the process making the girl gasp

There is another cry from above, Agnetha this time.

'Actually, what I want right now is...' Hannah grins. '...a little attention.'

Ingrid looks slightly confused but Hannah takes the last of the ale and pours it over her own chest and the northerner realises her intention leaning forward and running her tongue over Hannah's chest.

'Oh, good girl.' Hannah slides the front of her costume away from her nipple and guides Ingrid's mouth towards it trembling slightly as the girl runs her tongue gently over it. Ingrid licks the nipple and Hannah feels it harden but before she can fully enjoy the sensation Ingrid is sliding her mouth down Hannah's body.

'Whoa! Slow down, girl.' Hannah takes a firm hold on the girl's thick red hair and pulls the her head up guiding the northerner's mouth back to her sensitised nipple.

Ingrid suckles for several minutes and then, cautiously moves her mouth to the other side using her teeth to pull Hannah's costume away from her other nipple.

When Hannah finally guides the girl's head away from her chest both girls are panting and she can see Ingrid's cheeks are flushed. Her pout has gone. Hannah draws Ingrid's head back and takes a mouthful of the northerner's pale freckled breast using her tongue stud on the nipple.

'Usker mich.' Ingrid's voice is little more than a whisper.

'Did you just say...?' Hannah pauses for a moment.

'Use me!' Ingrid pushes forward.

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A FEW HOURS LATER

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Madam Bondage is ready to depart just as the sun is beginning to bring colour to the predawn greyness of the tundra. Although it is summer the air is cold and the breath of her bitches steams in the air as they stir restlessly in their harnesses eager to be off and drive the chill from their near naked bodies. With a crack of her long whip she goads them into motion, the runners of her sled gliding over the soft surface layer of the ice. Her team, including the lead bitch, consists of seven; all highly bred sled-bitches, with glossy black hair, high cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes; they are short with strong legs and hips, small breasts and narrow waists; and all trained to the peak of fitness. She runs them naked but for their fur thigh boots and arm-binder harnesses; three pairs harnessed behind the lead bitch Son-ja. Near the end of summer the risks of hidden crevasses on this route, albeit one that was rarely used, are small.

Son-ja is an experienced lead and Madam Bondage allows her free rein to get the bitches running until steam rises from their shoulders into the chill air, then with gentle traction on the reins she draws them down to a steady trot.

Muzzling bitches goes against convention but Madam Bondage knows it helps to protect their lungs a little from the harsh cold air of the tundra. Aside from this she uses traditional harnesses with leather pads, to protect the bitches' skin from the cold steel buckles, and nipple leashes, steering the lead with the reins passing through the outside nipple ring of each pair, the inner one being used to keep them in close as they run in this formation.

Standing on the sled's runners, her cloak flapping behind her, gliding across the beauty of the tundra, the wind chill against her face brings a calmness to Madam Bondage, a feeling she can now see has been missing for some time. She thinks briefly of Hazel no doubt naked and probably bound and helpless at the feet of the Shield Maiden or enduring some lonely torment which is no worse than those which she inflicts upon herself; she thinks too of Hannah who will today return to Harmony and of the small but significant change she has seen in the would-be heroine; and she thinks of the ordeal ahead of her when she reaches the lonely tower of the Ice Maiden. Involuntarily she gives a slight shiver and moves to pull her cloak in around her but then, in a whim, throws off the cloak, drops from the runners and begins to jog behind the sled.

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MEANWHILE BACK AT CASTLE STRANGEWAYS

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'Who's turn is it?' Ingrid giggles and squirms closer to Hannah nibbling at the heroine's shoulder. The northerner's wrists are still bound behind her back but are no longer tied to her neck.

'Mine, I think. Hannah grins and pulls Ingrid's head down towards her pussy.

'I'm sure it's mine.' Ingrid resists but not forcefully.

Agnetha rolls over on the bunk above them. It is probably an hour since the two swordmaidens finally stopped pleasuring each other and drifted off to sleep with, as far as Hannah can tell, Agnefred still bound tightly to her subordinate's bed. Most of the room is now quiet other than the occasional creak of a bunk and some heavy breathing interspersed with snoring.

Hannah thinks it is probably around dawn. The two girls have enjoyed each other's bodies multiple times but when Ingrid flicks her tongue across Hannah's sex the blonde feels herself respond immediately and strokes her vanquished's hair. Hannah knows her body's response may be due to the long abstinence of her pzorich but there is also something completely honest about Ingrid's approach to sex, a selflessness and willingness that more than makes up for her lack of experience. Each time the girl has cum she has done so with complete abandon, gasping and crying and, on occasions, biting and kicking Hannah quite violently. When she has applied her tongue and lips to her conquerer's sex she has done so with an enthusiasm and absolute desire to please.

Hannah feels Ingrid's tongue pressing against her clitoris and pulls the girl's head away. Ingrid moans.

'Just let me get comfortable.' Hannah sits up and swings round in the small bunk then lies down so she can pleasure the northerner at the same time. She can sense Ingrid smile. 'Just don't bite me this time.' Hannah slides her tongue into Ingrid's sex and feels the girl squirm with pleasure.

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The alarm wakes them. Hannah thinks they cannot have been sleeping more than a few minutes. She looks around to see that a few of the northerners are already up but most struggle from their bunks groaning. Agnafred is already leashed, naked, her wrists bound behind her back in preparation for her pzorich. She looks to Hannah gloriously barbaric like some legendary captured princess, her red hair loose hanging around the pale flesh of her face and shoulders; her body is magnificent like sculpted marble, pale freckled skin, muscles lean, breasts full, nipples erect; though her face looks tired her eyes shine despite the excesses of the night. Agnetha, dressed in her furs, holds her lover's leash. Hannah watches as the two lovers once again say their goodbyes, Agnafred pressing herself against Agnetha lifting her bare leg so that their thighs rub together.

Beside Hannah, Ingrid struggles to her feet, her wrists still bound behind her. The girl's red hair is a tousled mess and her face is still plastered in Hannah's secretions but her eyes shine and Hannah has an urge to hug her.

'Do you want me to untie you?' Hannah steps towards her.

Ingrid grins. 'Stay away from me, barbarian.'

Hannah stops, feeling suddenly awkward but Ingrid leans forward and plants a firm kiss on the blonde's lips then she turns and runs off, still naked and bound.

'Well, that is a most surprising turn of events.' Agnetha smiles, still holding Agnafred close to her enjoying the proximity of her body and absently playing with one of her nipples.

'Can you do anything for her?' Hannah feels sad to see the girl go, the loss of something, the feeling of belonging, of being part of a group, reminding her of the fellowship of the pony troop and the loneliness of her life in Harmony.

'Do anything?' Agnetha appears genuinely not understand the question.

'Never mind.' Hannah shudders, shaking off the unfamiliar emotions. She grins at Agnetha. 'How do you want me.'

'Clean would be appropriate.' Agnetha wrinkles her nose and looks somewhat disparagingly at the pert blonde; her tone is somewhat matter of fact. 'I need to take Agnafred to the muster. When I return I will bind you and present you to the Shield Maiden.'

'She's really gone then? Madam B is in pzorich?'

Gaia I'd like to be her instructor for a day.

*

The Shieldmaiden smiles as Agnetha leads Hannah in to Lady Bishop's chambers. The heroine is once again naked, her arms restrained behind her back in a tight leather slave sheath and her ankles cuffed and hobbled.

'I'm sure Lady Bishop would have preferred to see you off herself.' The Shieldmaiden's accent is strong but her Belladonian is fluent. 'However, as you are aware, matters have overtaken us.'

There is a slave crate in the corner of the room and Hannah grins.

'So is Madam B in there naked and waiting to be lead through the snow by her nips?'

'Lady Bishop warned me of your arrogance.' The Shieldmaiden forces a smile. 'There are...other places...other ways...some of those among us serve their pzorich.'

'Pity. I'd like to see her sweat.' Hannah looks at the crate again, imagining the statuesque northerner helpless and hooded inside.

'Oh, I can assure you Lady Bishop will be tested to her limits.'

'Now, that's something I'd like to see.'

A flicker of something crosses the Shieldmaiden's face.

Anger? Fear?

'Pzorich is not a trivial matter.'

You've been there haven't you? Hannah studies the powerful northerner in front of her, the well honed muscles, the taut belly. Gaia, it must be tough.

' Ja regtic siorch.' Hananh bows her head.

'Apology accepted.' The Shieldmaiden's manner has become more distant. 'You will be called again when your time comes.'

'My time?'

'Your pzorich. You will be summoned again.'

'Just a minute. I'm not...' Hannah begins to struggle against the single sleeve, her chain leash swinging. She takes a step forward towards the huge northerner.

'Peace, Hannah Pink.' The Shieldmaiden does not move or raise her hand but Agnetha takes a step forward reaching to draw her sword and Hannah stops.

'Lady Bishop does you great honour.'

'It's not an honour I want.'

'It is not an honour you can refuse.'

Hannah sighs.

'Do you wish to say anything before you are dispatched?'

'Dispatched?'

The Shieldmaiden glances at the crate.

'Ow, come on...'

The Shieldmaiden turns and gestures to Agnetha.

'Just one thing...'

Agnetha pauses and the Shieldmaiden turns back raising an eyebrow.

'Madam.' Hannah bows. 'I would be grateful if you would thank Lady Bishop for taking the time to...to... For taking an interest in me.'

'I will convey the massage.'

'And...'

'Yes?' The Shieldmaiden sounds slightly irritated.

'Ingrid...the girl...'

'I am aware of whom you speak.'

'She wants to be a Valkree.'

'She is too heavy to be Valkree. She would slow a wing in fast flight.'

'Yes, but...I know what it's like to fly free. Can't she... I mean even Lady Bishop has a flyer. Couldn't you train Ingrid as a pilot.'

'That is a matter for Lady Bishop. However, I will inform her of your request.'

'Thank you.' Hannah bows again but the Shieldmaiden is already walking towards the door.

'Ready?' Agnetha is standing beside Hannah.

'Oh, get it over with.'

Agnetha takes up Hannah's chain leash and leads her towards the slave crate.

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THREE DAYS LATER

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The crate jolts and Hannah jerks awake in her bonds. She is hooded and restrained inside, her arms behind her back pinned together in the slave sheath, her ankles cuffed, she is collared and locked inside a chastity belt. The journey has been a blur of intense sexual arousal and repeated orgasm that has more than made up for the long denial of her pzorich.

Inside the crate she kneels, her ankle cuffs chained to the base, chains from the waistband of her steel chastity belt are locked to the front and side walls of the crate, the tip of her slave sheath is fastened to the back and the top of her hood to the roof. Her gag is fitted with a hose that allows her to suck water into her mouth and, if she chooses, porridge, something she feels is a cruel trick on the part of Agnetha. Weighted stimulators are clipped to her nipples, buzzing with a low intensity almost constantly, their teasing augmented by jerks from the weights when the crate is moved. There is a large dildo inside her and vibrators on the crotch plate of the chastity belt that seem to have worked almost constantly to keep her aroused bringing her captive body to one orgasm after another. A catheter drains her bladder and an enema tube plugs her bottom.

Hannah has no idea how long she has been in the crate. The journey to Castle Strangeways only took a couple of hours in Lady Bishop's flyer but she feels she has been in the crate for days leaving her sleep deprived, exhausted and intensely satisfied.

Cool air brushes across her bare sweat coated skin and she knows the crate has been opened.

Wonder if they'll let me keep it.

She kneels patiently as the chains holding her in place are unclipped one by one and then howls through her gag as the clamps on her nipples are removed.