Frank Campbell - Bound Ankles

“I don’t know but I never want to see one again.” Again they fell silent until Jan looked around them.

“Where are my girls?” she asked. “What has that bitch done with them?”

Donna explained as best she could what she had seen of the girls tied in their steel barred cages, and of the test Margaret had set up for them. “She’s just testing them to see if they really can escape from normal bondage,” Donna said. “Can they?”

“Probably. Those two have been in bondage almost all their lives. They’re both the best I’ve ever seen. When I tie them, I have to be very careful. Yes, they’re good.”

Just then the door opened and Pip came in, pushed by Julie behind her. Pip was still naked, as all four captives were and probably would be for a long time. And her arms were bound behind her back, at the wrists and at the elbows. Her ankles were handcuffed together but she seemed to be able to walk fairly well. Donna looked at the way her elbows were crushed together and shivered. She had been tied like that several times and it was always painful just being tied that way, let alone struggling against ropes. The teenager girl was led to one of the wall rings and her slender neck chained to it. Then Julie was gone.

“Is Patsy okay?” asked a worried Jan.

“She’s fine. I’m fine. But I’m pissed off at that Margaret. She...”

Just then the door opened and Pip quickly fell silent. Patsy shuffled in on bare, handcuffed feet. Her arms were bound as was Pip’s and she was led over to the ring next to her sister to be chained to the wall.

“Your little girls are good,” said Margaret from just inside the door. She was wearing an electric blue cocktail dress with matching blue high heels. The neck line was cut very deep to reveal the tops of her massive breasts. “They both managed to free themselves from the ropes inside those cages,” she went on. “And Pip even managed to use some of the rope to lasso the key and drag it over to her cage. Good thing that wasn’t really the key to their cages.”

Pip made a dirty face at Margaret and stuck out her tongue for good measure.

“But they didn’t escape. And now l know just how good they are, so I’ll be careful. No easy bondage for them. And plenty of handcuff and chain backup to the ropes.” She laughed sweetly. “Those little bitches are good, I’ll grant them that. But I can bind any girl so that she can’t escape, no matter how good she is.” The last words were uttered with a touch of steel in her voice. She turned to go. “Wash them down,” she ordered to Julie. “Those two smell. Feed them and put them away for the night.” Then she was gone.

Julie smiled. “The Mistress, she was not happy when she went in and found both girls free of the ropes, no sir!” She laughed. “Smart thing would have been for the girls not to get loose. Save it for later then you might really have a chance.”

“We didn’t know it was a test!” protested Patsy. “That’s right, we didn’t know,” added Pip angrily.

“Will there ever be a chance for them to escape?” asked Jan quietly.

“Well, miss, maybe there would have been. But there ain’t gonna be no chance now, what with Mistress Margaret ail convinced that they can get out of about anything, No, sir, they ain’t gonna have no chance, never.” Pip looked like she wanted to spit on the ground. “Look, Julie, couldn’t you let them go? They’re just children!” Jan pleaded. “They’re so young.”

“They almost got full grown girl’s bodies, and that’s good enough for most men. And women.” Julie softened a bit. “I wish I could help but it would mean my hide if Mistress Margaret found out I let them go. Besides, they just run to the police and we don’t want them sniffing ’round here. No, sir.”

“Please?” Jan’s plea would break most normal hearts.

“No way, miss. I don’t like Margaret much, heaven knows, but I got another year to go before I figure I can chuck it all and quite working for her. ’Bout then I’ll have enough money so’s I can start a little business somewhere far from here. When that day come, you gonna see me do a disappearing act real fast, you will. ’Til then I got to work for Mistress Margaret, and that mean you don’t get your daughters set free.”

Jan sighed. Julie unchained Donna’s neck from the wall and led her towards the door. “Bath time,” she said happily. Donna groaned.

As she was being led through the door, she heard Pip ask innocently, “Why are you standing funny, Mommy?”

All four prisoners were tucked away in their bird cages after dinner. Jan and Donna had their hands crossed and bound behind their backs, and their ankles tied together before begin pushed into the small cages and hoisted up to the ceiling. The twins, undoubtedly out of respect to their escape artist abilities, were left with their elbows tied together and their legs were bound both at the ankles and again above the knees. With their legs bent inside the small cages, there was little movement allowed any of the girls and all could be assured of a rather restless night. Sleep, when it came, was fitful and uncomfortable because of the bindings and cramped quarters.

Morning saw another visit by Miss Margaret Summers, who announced the day’s activities. “The twins will be put in escape-proof boxes I have prepared for them. Jan will enjoy the out of doors today. Well, at least she will be out of doors, although she may not enjoy it as much as she could. At least it is a nice day outside. Promises to be nice and warm this afternoon.” She turned to Donna’s cage and tapped a riding crop against the leg of her stylish Kelly green pantsuit. “Donna will be my guest for part of the morning, then either ride the Horse for the rest of the day...” She noted the sucked in breath of both Donna and Jan. “Or be buried alive in the garden.” She smiled sweetly at all present and made her grand exit.

Julie lowered Jan’s cage and began unlocking it. “Don’t worry, Donna, sweetness, she don’t mean it like it sounds. She wants to keep you alive. In pain, but alive.” She led Jan away for her morning dunking in the water tank.

After breakfast, Donna was the last to be led from the room where they dried out and ate. Her hands were still crossed behind her back and leg irons had been added to her ankles, undoubtedly to make walking a little less of a time-consuming task. As she walked, the longer chain of the leg irons swished around her feet and made a metallic music she might have found pleasing under better circumstances. She was led to Margaret Summers who was having breakfast on the patio. There she was made to kneel on the concrete patio while her owner finished her steak and eggs. In vain, Donna looked around what she could see of the garden for Jan. But that was not too surprising. Like Jan, Margaret had a big garden, but hers extended for square miles while Jan’s more modest estate covered only acres.

“Come on,” Margaret said as she wiped the last of the marmalade from her lips and rose. “We’ll go see your precious Jan. I saw you looking around for her. She’s not far off.”

Jan was indeed not far away but she was out of reach, even if Donna had her hands free and been allowed to touch her former mistress. The unfortunate girl had been strung up by her wrists but not just hung up with her feet a few inches off the ground, or even a few feet. A rather large tree had been chosen and a rope thrown one of its upper branches. The dangling toes of the pretty naked woman were at least twenty feet over Donna’s upturned face. “Oh, Jan!” Donna cried out.

Jan looked down. Although there was stress on her face from the strain and pain of hanging by her bound wrists over her head, Jan managed a weak smile. “Don’t worry, Donna, I’ll be okay. Besides, there’s a nice view from up here.”