Frank Campbell - Bound Ankles

“The Mistress, she like her slaves clean. You gonna get a bath every morning.”

“How... How many times?” Donna managed to asked, “Depends.”

“On what?”

“How dirty are you?”

Julie laughed and pressed the button for Donna’s third dunking. A dozen dunking and it was deemed that this naked slavegirl was clean enough to take out. She lay on the floor as Julie untied the rope from the hoist to her ankles. “Did she really test this thing on you?” Donna asked.

“I said so, didn’t I?”

“Yes... But I thought you were her assistant. Or something like that. I never saw you tied up or chained or whatever when I was here before.”

“I started out as a slavegirl but when the Mistress got Melody, I sort of got promoted. Mistress Margaret, she likes the way I tie girls. And the things I dream up to do to them. We sorts of thinks together, you know.”

Donna knew. “Then why did she use you to test this thing?”

“’Cause she didn’t have no other slavegirl. She let Melody go when she got you, remember? Then that Nigel come along and steal you from her. She got real mad ’bout that, she did. So for a while, I was the only slavegirl around here. Got my bottom whipped a few times. And tested some of the things you’re gonna see. Like this here bath thing, Wasn’t too bad. ’Bout scared the shit out of me first time, though!”

Donna could believe that. With her legs untied, she was led to another room where she had to stand by a wall, neck collar chained to a ring, while her body and hair dried. She sighed. Inside, Donna just knew this was going to be a long day. One by one Jan and the twins were brought in, all dripping wet from the Bath Room. The twins looked like they had fun in the water tank but Jan gave every appearance that it had been an ordeal. Donna again felt so sorry for the mistress.

As soon as Julie had left, Donna offered her sympathy.

“Oh, dear Jan, just hold on. Margaret can’t keep torturing us forever.”

“Can’t she?” Jan sniffed and looked pretty sad. “She can keep us prisoner all our lives. Can you imagine being tortured every day for the rest of your life?”

Donna refrained from pointing out that, in effect, that was exactly what Jan and the twins had condemned her to. But she loved them, however illogical that may be, while she certainly did not love Margaret Summers.

Their conversation was broken up by the reappearance of Julie. This time she was followed into the room by Margaret Summers, herself. Today she had forgone the leather pants and was wearing a very tight fitting leather dress with a deep V in front to show off much more of her ample breasts than it hid, and that was cut off not very far below her hips to reveal that she had a good pair of legs, although a little on the muscular side, but still shapely.

“Happy after your morning bath?” she asked cheerfully.

“You will enjoy a morning bath every morning! Wakes the body up and gets the circulation going.” She inspected her naked captives carefully, paying special attention to the twins. Then she turned to go, pausing at the door. “Julie, put the twins in the test boxes. Put Jan on the Horse in the blue room. And bring Donna to me.” Then she was gone.

Julie unlocked Patsy’s chain from the wall and led her from the room with a grin on her face. Patsy looked worried but Donna suspected any apprehension was more from being separated from her mother and sister than from fear of what was coming. Jan looked even more worried than the disappearing twins.

“Please don’t hurt her,” she called out, but Julie gave no indication of hearing the distraught mother. Turning to Donna; “They won’t hurt her, will they?”

Donna could offer no comfort. She knew as well as Jan that Margaret and Julie were perfectly capable of causing a lot of pain for all of them.

Jan fought at the cords joining her wrists and even tugged at the chain holding her neck to the wall, but to no avail. Donna felt around with her fingers enough to learn that all the knots were out of her reach. She considered trying to help Jan but the spacing between them was enough so that the girls could have reached out and touched fingers if their hands hadn’t been tied. As it was, all they could do was offer verbal comfort.

Julie returned to take the other twin away. Jan tried to protest yet again, begging to know what was happening to her daughters, but was again ignored. “Don’t worry, Jan. The twins can take anything Julie could do to them. Probably more. They’re young, healthy, agile. And they’re used to rough bondage and punishments. Right?”

“Well, yes, you’re right. They do understand what it’s like to be punished. I guess that make them better able to endure in this place than most girls.”

“Right! They’ll be okay. It’s you I’m worried about.”

“The Horse? I’ve put the twins on our Horse, just so they could learn what it’s like. And I had them tie me on it once.” Jan shuddered. “Just for a few minutes, you understand. I wanted to see if it was really as horrible as it seemed. It wasn’t nice but I guess I’ll survive.” Jan’s smile was faint. But there was a fire in her eyes when she added, “I’ll survive because I’m going to get my girls out of here.”

Whatever Donna was going to say was interrupted by Julie’s return. She unlocked Jan’s chain and led her out, leaving Donna alone again. The naked girl shifted her feet, sighed and waited. A slavegirl does a lot of waiting.

It was a long time before Julie returned. Donna could just imagine what was happening to Jan, seeing in her mind’s eye how her beloved mistress was being forced to straddle the wooden edge of a plank, then having her arms tied upward so she couldn’t fall off to either side and would have to lean forward, placing all her weight on the thin edge. And she could imagine Jan’s legs being pulled out to the sides until the poor girl was resting totally on her poor pussy. She would probably be gagged, a girl on the Horse tends to cry out and beg and even scream after a few hours. Donna bit her lip and wished she had thought to offer herself for the Horse in Jan’s place. She doubted Margaret would accept but she should have made the offer. Perhaps she could have taken her mistress’ place on that instrument of torture.

The black girl with the Amazon figure almost matching her mistress’ unlocked the chain to Donna’s collar. But instead of leading the naked girl out of the room, she locked a pair of handcuffs on her ankles, and then untied her wrists. A little puzzled, Donna watched as Julie turned her collar around so that the ring was in the back, then a pair of handcuffs were locked to the ring by their joining link and a padlock. Then Julie forced Donna right hand behind her and up on her back until the wrist was up above the shoulder blade and the arm bend double. The wrist was then caught in one handcuff and locked tightly. The other arm was bend and forced up until her left wrist was also locked in the handcuffs. Donna frowned. She had never been bound like this and didn’t like it. Her arms tried to unfold and pull down but that only hurt her wrists when the steel handcuffs dug into them, and pulled on the collar around her neck. It was an uncomfortable position and Donna knew it would get worse. Julie tapped her bottom with a riding crop and motioned for her to leave what she though of as the “drying room.” She began her shuffling, short-stepped walk to a fate she didn’t know but feared.

Margaret Summers was sitting on the patio, sipping an ice tea and resting her feet on a low table. Donna was familiar with that garden, she even noticed the same tree she had been tied to when rescued by Nigel Bransome. That seemed to her like it was a very long time ago but had been only a couple of months.