MISTRESS OF BONDAGE PART III Yvette was gentle with the girls as she prodded them through another torchlit tunnel later on that evening, yet the trip was difficult. The chains and other metal articles binding them were not particularly heavy, but trying to walk on rough stone floors in high heels with their extremities chained up proved to be an arduous task. The wicked clanging of their bonds combined with the vulnerability of their nakedness produced a twinge of fear in Terry and Sue that was both exhilarating and erotic at the same time. And they were tired, so terribly tired. The chains that had bound their necks to the dungeon walls had allowed freedom of movement, but that did not include laying down. They had been captives for more than five hours and, by then, just walking unfettered would have been exhaustive. Yvette had to help them up the steps to the chamber where they would meet their Mistress. Like the foyer, this chamber was lavishly furnished and huge. When Yvette left them, the girls just stood still and looked at the stone carvings and the tapestry work. "CRACK!" They darted their gaze toward the blazing fireplace at the far end of the chamber where they perceived a lady sitting in a queen anne chair facing away from them. They could see only the back of her head and part of a booted leg, but it was apparent that she was incredibly tall. When she rose and began walking toward them, both Terry and Sue immediately decided that this was the most beautiful woman they had ever seen. She was even slightly taller than Helga though not quite so busty or brawny. Her elegantly coiffured blonde hair shimmered with a ghostly silver flame about her face. Her features were Celtic fresh and her smile was lovely, though measured. Her eyes were absolutely riveting. They seemed less like eyes than like blank windows, out of which peered a lost little girl. Her lithe, womanly figure could have not been better sculpted by Michelangelo and she used it well as she undulated toward them. Her stunning costume of black leotards, thigh length boots & leather gloves impressed the wide-eyed girls. She stopped in the middle of the room and slapped her riding crop against her boot with another sharp crack. Terry & Sue were jerked out of their stupor and Terry, who was still terribly confused, stepped in front of Sue and glared defiantly at their hostess. With her feet planted firmly on the flor and her breasts thrust forward, the young blonde captive presented quite a spectacle herself. The Mistress rested her riding crop in her free hand and gave the spunky slave an appreciative glance. "MMMMMM" she said in a low, velvet purr which was soft as a butterfly. "You are Theresa McArdle." The Mistress was suitably impressed. Sue moved forward to stand beside her friend. "And you must be Susan Hart." Her voice was so soft that they could hardly hear her. They nodded toward their hostess in unison. "I am Lady Miranda Thorne. You may think of me as the owner of this castle and your employer, but soon you will come to know me as your Mistress. I shall treat you carefully and lovingly for the next few months, but I shall indeed have control over your existence. I shall dominate your movements, your training, your comfort levels--yes, eventually even your thoughts." Terry and Sue looked at each other and then back at their Mistress as she continued her barely audible presentation. "Part of the tourist attraction here is the legend of two Arabian princesses who were held captive for ransom in this castle some eight centuries ago. As tourguides, Susan and Theresa, you will play the part of those princesses. You will lead the tours in bondage wearing several different costumes which I have already had made to your measurements. For some special tours, you may even be nude as you are now. I also plan to have some exclusive showings of the bondage devices and torture equipment downstairs in the dungeons. You ladies will be involved in those as well." Again, the girls glanced at one another to gauge their mutual reactions, but they had not yet learned to communicate with their eyes. Lady Miranda tilted her head and gave out a hearty laugh which sounded like it came from the next room. "That won't be for a few weeks, girls, and besides; I shan't force you to do any of these things. You''l be put through a rigorous training schedule for a few days and then, when I'm absolutely confident that you two are right for my purposes, you'll be given an opportunity to leave. What could be more fair?" "Before and after that time, you will be my captive princesses-- subject to my every whim. I shall not compromise you in any way, but I shall push you to the limits of endurance." Lady Miranda tugged on a bell rope hanging from the wall and continued. "I do think we're to have a grand association, Susan and Theresa. I can see that even though you are frightened, the concept of slavery to me is not altogether unwelcome. I watched your nipples grow rigid as I spoke." Terry & Sue glanced down at their breasts and saw that she was right. Yvette arrived then and the Mistress told her to see to the girl's bodily needs and then put them up for the night. They were relieved to hear that they would soon be permitted to rest, but their hearts sank when, some thirty minutes later, they saw their accomodations for the evening. "My god, you've got to be kidding!" Sue thought when she spied the two steel cages suspended by chains from the ceiling. Yvette made her kneel and attached her collar to her ankles while she stripped Terry of her encumberances. All EXCEPT the brank. The maid then undid some locks on the evil thing and the back of the cage fell away to the side. "Madamoiselle will step up into the cage now, s'il vous plait." she said. Her small, childlike hands grabbed Terry's arms and helped her step up on the miniscule platform, no wider than her feet, which was the bottom of the cage. Then she stood on a stool and, clasping Terry by the head, manipulated it until some strategically placed little fittings on her brank slid firmly into slots located in the top of the cage. Terry felt a sharp click and a slight pain in her head as the brank was locked tightly into the top of the cage. "MMMFFF!" she wined and her eyes widened when she realized that her head had literally become part of the cage. "Madamoiselle Terry will kindly place her hands on her dirriere, palms outward." Yvette commanded. Terry felt the maid's hands pushing her farther into the cage until her breasts protruded through the steel straps in front. Soon she heard the hinges swing and felt the cool steel bands encircling and encasing every inch of her naked flesh. Yvette pulled the cage together and tightened until Terry's hips and thighs felt as though they were in a vise. Then there was another sharp click and Yvette busied herself adjusting the metal straps to conform all around Terry's body. A pull here and a shove there, and the poor schoolgirl was completely immobile. She could move nothing on her entire body save her eyes and her fingertips. "Voila!" exclaimed Yvette merrily and spun the victim around in her cage. Terry caught sight of the maid's sardonic smile with each revolution and the reality of her situation hit home. She was no longer a person but a thing; and ornament; a new toy for Lady Miranda. The cage finally stopped spinning and, by stretching her eyes as far left as possible, she was able to watch as the same fate was meted out to Sue. When both Terry and Sue were permanently ensconced in their cages, Yvette bid them farewell and left them alone. They could barely see each other out of the corners of their eyes. Only the occasional creaking of the chains reminded them that they were still together. Within and hour, every bone in their bodies ached and they had grown numb in two. Impossible as it may have seemed to them at first, sheer exhaustion allowed the poor, tortured captives to fall into merciful slumber. In the morning, Terry and Sue were immediately reminded that they were nothing but inanimate playthings. They were awakened by the sound of Yvette tidying up the chamber. Presently, she took a feather duster and wisked it all over their nude, imprisoned bodies. She moved up close behind Terry and, as she fluttered the duster playfully around her breasts, her fingers pinched the poor girl cruelly on the bottom. She laughed out loud as poor Terry tried to whine in pain through the gagstrap. Their morning abolutions completed, Terry & Sue were taken to the scullery in chains and fed. This brought a most welcome respite from the hideous steel branks that had tortured their heads and mouths since the moment they had arrived. Helga appeared presently with a plate for each of them looking like a magnificent Nordic goddess. Her sexy, muscular physique was completely naked and her lovely blonde hair was arranged coquettishly on top of her head. "Good morning, ladies," she said. "I trust you caught a few hours sleep." Terry moved her head as if to speak, but Helga cut off her words. "No Miss McArdle, you are not permitted to speak. Your brank was removed to allow for your meal, but you are to remain silent for now." The mealtime passed all too quickly for the captives and they were immediately locked up in their branks again when it was over. Then their wrists were re-manacled behind their backs and attached by very short chains to their metal collars. Yvette came down the stairs to eat and the girls glanced at her as they were led away. They entered a large chamber which was bare of furnishings save for two steel monstrosities which appeared to be grotesque hobby horses. Helga explained that they were `training' mounts and prodded Sue toward one of them. In one shocking move, Helga scooped the young brunette up in her arms and placed her on one of the steel saddles with a flair. "MMMMFFFF!" Sue whimpered when she felt the cold steel against her bare buttocks. Terry watched with growing admiration as the blonde amazon clamped Sue's ankles into ankle cuffs fixed to the base of the horse. When it was her turn, she almost welcomed Helga's arms around her. When both of the girls were in place on their steeds, Helga locked large metal rings around their waists and chained them to the horses for further stability. "I hope you enjoyed breakfast, girls, and that you ate well. You are to remain here until dinnertime." Helga's words went straight through their hearts. They were expecting some sort of discomfort as part of their training; but all day? "Come now, Miss Hart," Helga went on, " you needn't look so desolate. Young squires no more than twelve years old sat on these very steeds all day long for weeks at a time to encourage a sense of balance and poise while mounted in battle. And they had to hold shields and weapons as well." Then she added, "Of course, their wrists weren't chained to their necks." She blew a kiss at the girls and then moved toward the door. Both Terry and Sue had to admire their jailer's body as her buttocks shifted sensuously to and fro. The door closed and the poor captives were alone again to ponder and endure their slavery. The hours ticked by slowly and painfully--first one, then two, and then who knows how many? Terry was the first to grow weary and began to fall over. Pain shot down her imprisoned ankle and her chains rattled sharply as she straightend up in the saddle. She looked over to Sue and noticed that her friend was shedding a tear. As the hours dragged on, they warned each other with a shrill whine, or by rattling their chains, when one or the other began to fall over. And when at last they were taken down from the horses, fed and chained up in the dungeon as they had been the previous day, they realized that they had made it through the ordeal by stamina, cooperation and genuine friendship. Even chained up tight as a drum, they were able to maneuver their bonds and their bodies to a position which allowed them to sit next to each other. Terry rested her head on Sue's shoulder and they enjoyed a few hours sleep. Around ten o'clock, Yvette led them from the dungeon to the room with the hanging cages and their sighs of disappointment almost drowned out the sound of approaching rain. This time, however, they relaxed their naked bodies against the abrs of the cage and worked themselves into something that approached comfort. When Yvette came in at midnight to build up a fire against the dropping temperature, they were both sound asleep.