DAMSELS UNDER GLASS: THE SERIES
| A ONE CHAPTER MINI-MELODRAMA
by Van © 2001
GREAT BARRIER REEF
then banked and brought the
tiltwing seaplane in on a standard approach towards Landing
Beach. The aircraft's engine pylons made the smooth transition
from level flight to controlled descent, the large props on either wing
changing pitch and speed to ease the seaplane towards the calm
water. The gull-wing hull of the fuselage settled smoothly onto
the surface, then the wing-tip floats deployed and the strangely shaped
craft taxied towards the sand.
Penny was waiting on the beach, a respectful
distance from the blowing spray and sand that always heralded the
approach of the tiltwing amphibian. Jamie noted that
instead of one of her usual Resort Hostess costumes of either tropical
suit or bikini and sarong, her blonde Brit companion was dressed in
black riding boots, dark tan jodhpurs, and a white cotton blouse with
The tiltwing's wheels
deployed and the seaplane rolled out of the rippling turquoise water
onto the sand. Jamie methodically went through the shutdown
checklist, removed her headset, and headed towards the main door.
the short redhead stooped and removed her open-toed heels, grabbed her
jacket from the passenger seat where it had been unceremoniously
before departure from Cairns... stretched... and opened the door.
Jacket over one shoulder (along with dangling shoes), clad in short
and sleeveless blouse, Jamie squinted in the bright tropical sun and
at the approaching Penny with her free hand.
"You look like hell,"
Penny said with a welcoming grin.
"Thanks a lot," Jamie
laughed. "That was the worst conference I have ever had
the misfortune of attending. Half the papers were drivel of the
worst sort, and several of my 'learned colleagues' spent the entire
three days bickering like preschool brats who missed their naps."
The diminutive redhead stretched again, smiling at her tall, tan
good to be home."
Penny took advantage
of Jamie's upraised arms to give the freckled biologist a welcoming
hug. "It's good to have you home," the grinning Brit
Jamie sighed and
lowered her arms, returning the hug, savoring the clean smell of of her
companion, best friend, and lover... and the smell of Penny's freshly
saddle soaped boots. "What's with the riding costume? Did
Margo decide to open the stables ahead of schedule?"
"No," Penny answered
with a chuckle, relaxing her hold on her short friend. "The
stable complex is still three building phases away, after the tree
house. My clothes are part of your welcome home surprise."
"Oh goodie!" Jamie
giggled, "a surprise!" Then she grew suddenly sober. "Wait
a minute, is this a good surprise or..."
"I have a present
for you," Penny said, took Jamie's freckled hand and started
towards a nearby verandah. "Let's get a drink."
Reassured (for the
moment), Jamie allowed herself to be led towards the Mediterranean
style venue. A bar-bot was waiting under the shade of a
vine-covered arbor, as well as a tastefully giftwrapped box.
"Oh goodie!" Jamie
exclaimed again, dropping her shoes and jacket. Penny instructed
the bot to mix two gin and tonics while, with girlish glee, Jamie
reduced her present's wrappings to trash. Inside she found a
neatly folded but minuscule garment of chamois leather, as
well as several items of costume jewelry. Jamie held up the
garment with uncertainty, a string bikini of what appeared to be tan
rawhide. "Uh..." then her glee returned. "It's a
Jungle Jamie costume!" she squealed.
"None other," Penny
agreed, smiling at her friend's pleasure. "Try it on."
Jamie hesitated for
only an instant. The luxurious privacy of Gondaloo had long since
eroded the last of her modesty, especially in the presence of Penny or
one of her other Inner Circle sisters. With a giggle she pulled
her top over her head, unzipped and stepped out of her skirt, unsnapped
and removed her bra, then pulled down and stepped out of her
panties. Standing in a pile of clothing in all her freckled
glory, Jamie held up the chamois bikini and smiled. Penny had
watched the striptease without comment (not counting the downing of
half her gin and tonic in a single gulp) and now was examining her
companion's diminutive, nude body with her full, leering attention; a
hungry, feral grin on her tan face.
Still smiling, Jamie
slipped on the bikini bottom and began tying the thin leather
side-strings. "A little skimpy," she noted. Jamie's
pubis was barely covered, her rear protected by little more
than a wide thong.
"No more than your
usual bathing attire," Penny mumbled, "...well maybe a little
more 'skimpy' than usual."
The grinning redhead
snorted derisively, inspecting the chamois top. "I'm surprised
you didn't make heart shaped cutouts fer me nips," she teased, tucking
breasts into the top's bra cups and tying the strings. "A perfect
fit," she conceded then reached back into the box and slid slave
of hammered gold over her wrists and forearms, then up to either
Finally, she tied a headband of braided leather across her forehead...
then looked back into the now empty box. "Uh, no footwear?" she
with a giggle.
greedy little Monkey," Penny laughed. "I was going to have Eve
fabricate some chamois lace-up 'fuck me' pump-sandals with six inch
heels," Penny answered, "but she pointed out their unsuitability for
"Good call!" Jamie giggled, then spun in a
circle and struck a high fashion pose. "Well?" she
demanded. The bikini had purposely ragged margins and a rough,
rustic appearance, but it did indeed fit Jamie's short, athletic body
perfectly, the thin string laces dimpling the freckled skin of her
hips, upper torso, shoulders, and neck. As she turned and posed,
the panels of the
top and bottom flexed and stretched, hugging her curves. Her
modesty was preserved (just ), but the chamois bikini was scandalous
"I approve," Penny
purred. "It's what all the feral monkey girls are wearing
Jamie stood on
tip-toe and gave Penny a peck on the cheek. "Thank you, darling,"
she said, then smiled coyly and stooped to retrieve her discarded
business suit and undergarments, "unintentionally" giving Penny an
unobstructed view of her nearly uncovered dimpled rear (and the bumps
and ridges of thin rawhide concealing other parts of her
like the bikini," Jamie said as she folded her clothes, "but I've
seen Jungle Jamie in a chamois shift with moccasin boots. Less
of getting scratched to pieces in the undergrowth."
"I see no reason our
characters can't have any number of costumes," Penny said. "I've
always seen 'Lady Penelope' in corset and some ridiculously cumbersome
and restrictive Victorian bush ensemble... but if Her Ladyship
was feeling adventurous or perhaps villainous, who knows?
She might wear a scandalously male riding costume."
Jamie nodded absently
as she worked, folding her skirt and jacket and carefully placing them
on a nearby table... then she paused. 'Riding costume?'
she thought. 'Villainous?' Panties in hand, Jamie
turned... to find herself staring down the barrel of a broomhandle
Mauser automatic pistol. The weapon looked absolutely authentic,
except for the broad fluorescent orange ring around the business end of
"Eve completed our
toys," Penny explained with a gloating smile, the pistol expertly held
in her strong tan hand, never wavering from its startled redheaded
target. Jamie stared wide-eyed as the tall Brit shrugged into a
black leather shoulder holster and harness. "This toy's
one of mine," Penny purred, waving the pistol airily, then
pointing it back at Jamie. "It can fire paint pellets,
or, like now, it can simply emit a harmless
laser beam..." Penny pulled the trigger and a ball of red light
appeared between the "jungle girl's" breasts. "...to show where
imaginary 'stun bullets' would land. Hands up, Monkey Girl!" she
protested, the smile on her lips and the twinkle in her green eyes
outrage. "Where are my weapons?"
spear, jungle knife, blowgun, and 'poison' darts are ready
as well," Penny admitted. "How very foolish of you to
commence a game
without first procuring the means to defend yourself. All you
had to do was ask."
"You rat!" Jamie
groused, but raised her hands as ordered, gracefully accepting Lady
Penelope's cleverly executed ambush. "I'm tired," she said.
"Let's not get carried away, okay?"
Penny pulled a length
of thin cord from the pocket of her jodhpurs. "I bet you didn't
get one decent workout during the entire conference," she demanded,
"did you? That's why you're tired." She stepped behind
Jamie, thrust her pistol into its holster, jerked Jamie's panties out
her hand and thrust them into the waistband of her jodhpurs,
then tied the "Queen of the Rainforest's" crossed wrists tightly behind
Jamie twisted her
wrists in their inescapable bonds, her fingers fluttering, groping for
the unreachable knots. "What are you going to do with me, you...
damn! You get to call me 'Monkey Girl' and 'Half-naked
Savage', but what can I call you? Urban Sophisticate? Civilized
"Vine-swinging Ape-Princess, if you call me anything
disrespectful, I'll stuff those smelly panties of yours in your monkey
mouth. Of course, I may do that anyway... once we reach
our destination." She paused to buckle the sternum strap of her
holster harness, joining the gleaming leather straps together above her
breasts, then stretched
and swung her arms to check the harness' fit and the ride of the
holster. Satisfied, she grabbed Jamie by one freckled arm and
began leading her away, towards the interior of the resort.
Jamie shivered in
anticipation. "I was wondering how long it would take you
to plot your revenge for my little pendulum caper."
Penny paused, jerked
her prisoner close and whispered in her ear. "Your 'little
pendulum caper' gave me nightmares for a week."
"They seemed more
like wet dreams from my side of the bed," Jamie purred.
grabbed Jamie's panties from her waistband and stuffed them in
her prisoner's mouth. "I guess I'm going to have to keep you
quiet after all, Smelly Savage, before you make me angry and I do
something we'll both regret... as opposed to something only you'll
regret." Jamie forced a questioning sound past her panties and
her captor's hand.
"I assume you'd like
me to explain what diabolical fate I have in store for my captive
jungle girl?" She released her hand and Jamie nodded, her red
curls bobbing. (For once a helpful prisoner, Jungle Jamie
didn't attempt to
expel the stuffing in her mouth.) Penny smiled evilly, pulled
the folded, white silk scarf from around her neck, centered the narrow
band between Jamie's teeth, and tied the tapering ends in an overhand
knot behind her captive's neck... then paused and locked eyes with her
grinning prisoner "'That would be telling,'" she quoted,
the teasing she had endured from Jamie when their roles had been
She then gave the scarf's ends a savage jerk, and tied a tight
bow. "Two can play at this torture game, Monkey Princess," Penny
purred, then kissed the tip of Jamie's freckled, button nose, and led
now bound and gagged captive away.
Jamie looked back
over her shoulder. The gin and tonic Penny had programmed the
bar-bot to prepare for her sat untouched on the table next to her
folded business suit and discarded bra. She sighed through her
panties and allowed herself to be hustled along. I'm probably
gonna wish I'd drunk that thing, she mused.
of the Lost City
journey as Lady Penelope's captive took her across the Main Resort,
through one of the tastefully concealed entrances to the service
corridors carved into the cliff face, down two stairwells and one ramp,
and to a complex of secure storage chambers. It was an area Jamie
knew TESSERACT Entertainment Division used to store their materials,
but she seldom visited this part of the island's underground labyrinth
in person. Occasionally the
Entertainment teams made use of Gondaloo's tropical locale to record
and ambiance data for their video and VR game projects, and since the
island already had the required robotic workshops and manufacturing
it was a simple matter to have Eve fabricate whatever "man-made"
they might desire, transport it to an appropriate jungle, beach, or
location, and record the result from every angle.
Most such "location
shoots" were dismantled immediately after use, but a few tasteful and
useful constructions had become parts of the Island's permanent
decor. The "sacrificial steps" in "King Kong Klearing" had
started life as dressing for a VR game, and Jamie knew where a complete
"cannibal village" of stone huts could be found on the far side of the
as well as a tastefully overgrown and semi-camouflaged "crashed
Jamie also knew there
were standing sets in the storage area they were
approaching. Since the construction and data recording was all
entirely automated and the results easily transmitted, it made no
difference to the Seattle-based teams where on the globe the sets were
located (information travels
well), and on Gondaloo it cost TESSERACT nothing to leave the sets in
place until needed again. Several chambers held dungeons,
throne rooms, even tombs. Most had been redressed and modified
times, to meet the Entertainment teams' immediate requirements.
Penny had once remarked that some of these sets might be fun places to
"play, " and apparently she was following through on her own
They stopped before
one of the storerooms. Penny placed her signet ring against the
scanner next to the door and the heavy steel portal slid to the
side. Inside, the walls were flat panels on which hi-res images
of dank, dripping, stone blocks were projected. In the center of
the chamber was... something decidedly artistic, but
surprisingly (to Jamie), not obviously sinister. It was a sculpture, two life-sized, female,
fantastic figures pushing against opposite sides of a large,
conical boulder... or mountain, if the figures were meant to
depict giants. One figure was half-human/half-cat, with a long
feline tail. The other was a human/hawk hybrid, with small wings
between her shoulderblades. Both figures were completely naked,
their sculpted muscles and sinews straining as they pushed against the
Jamie mewed through
her gag, not in alarm, but in an attempt to communicate.
Penny ignored her
friend's attempt at speech and gave her a firm shove into the chamber,
then followed herself at a slow walk. The door slid closed and
locked with a solid clang. The tall tan Brit smiled as
her diminutive Aussie captive pattered around the sculpture, leaning
close and craning her neck to examine the details, unconsciously
twisting her bound wrists behind her back.
Jamie turned back to
face her captor. "Ku'u'kah!" she repeated.
"I'm sorry, Monkey
Girl," Lady Penelope said with a coy smile, "but I can't understand
your simian gibbering.
KAHHH!!! " Jamie shouted through her gag, stamping one bare
freckled foot in frustration, her smiling eyes belying her irritated
stepped behind her grinning prisoner, parted Jamie's red curls, and
the bow securing her gag. As the scarf came away from her mouth,
Jamie used her tongue to expel her panties, but before she could spit
them any distance Penny plucked them from between her captive's teeth
and tucked them back in the waistband of her jodhpurs. "I may
those later," the grinning captor whispered in Jamie's ear, then
her scarf back around her own neck.
Jamie held her
smiling head still as her friend's strong, tan fingers fussed with her
hair. "As I was trying to say," she murmured, "'Kul'Dakar'."
"Yes," Penny agreed,
nodding towards the elegant sculpture. "We do indeed find
ourselves in the Lost City of the Ancient Amazon Slavers."
straightening her diminutive prisoner's curls, the tall Brit cupped
chin and turned the Aussie "jungle girl's" head towards hers... and
her lips. Jamie sighed, inhaled the breath of her captor and
and returned the kiss, sliding her tongue into Penny's
She then reached back with her bound hands and awkwardly slid her
up her captor's thighs towards the "jungle adventuress'" crotch.
Penny used her left
hand to grab Jamie's joined wrists and pull them to the side.
"Stop that, Monkey Girl," she purred. "We'll have time enough for
those sort of shenanigans after I use the Kul'Dakars'
ingenious torture engine to torment you for several hours." She
then slid her tongue back into Jamie's mouth.
Jamie returned the
kiss for several long, wet seconds, then rolled her eyes towards the
sculpture and hummed a questioning sound through her tall, tan lover's
and wet lips.
Penny broke the kiss
with a giggle. "Stop that, Savage," she scolded, "it
Jamie nodded towards
the sculpture. "'Torture engine?'" she asked.
Penny smiled at the
hint of nervousness behind Jamie's tone and hugged her prisoner close
from behind, her chin resting against the side of Jamie head, her cheek
snuggled against her captive's soft red curls. "All is not as it
seems, Ape Princess," she answered. "Specifically, that statue is
not as innocent as it seems. After you left for your conference I
contacted your friend Ronnie."
"Uh, she's hardly a
friend," Jamie said, still staring at the sculpture. "I've only
V-chatted with her a few times. She seems very nice...
but kinda shy."
"Yes, on both
counts," Penny agreed. "Anyway, Ronnie gave me access to her
Summaries and some of the design plans her Team are working on.
The statue before you depicts one of the central myths of the
in which the hawk and panther goddesses pushed two volcanos together,
the plateau upon which the Amazon city was built." Penny snuggled
close, one hand still pulling Jamie's bound wrists to the side, the
roaming the shuddering captive's warm, freckled thighs and brushing
against the prisoner's chamois-covered sex. "In the process, they
trapped and entombed a third goddess, the slave
sentencing her to eternal torment in the fiery caverns beneath the
Still holding Jamie
in a tight embrace, Penny slowly walked to the far side of the
sculpture, half carrying her short prisoner. Jamie gasped and
delicately, pattering on naked tiptoes as her captor's hand cupped
her sex and half lifted her as they walked. The flushed redhead
gasped again when she saw a large iron ring set in the stone floor a
of meters behind the statue, and beside the ring, a neat coil of hemp
"What are you going
to do to me, you Beast?" Jungle Jamie demanded angrily.
"Oh, this is only to
secure you while I make my preparations, Monkey Girl," Lady Penelope
said with an evil laugh.
"Hmm... ya know,"
Jamie muttered, breaking character, "I've never really seen 'Lady
Penelope' as particularly villainous... more a Gwendoline-type."
"Yes, I know what you
mean," Penny agreed. "Floor," she ordered, releasing Jamie.
Jamie helpfully settled onto her nearly naked rump next to the ring,
folding her bare, toned, freckled legs gracefully to the side (and
pointing her toes in a manner she knew drove her tall, blonde lover wild).
one end of the hemp rope around
Jamie's throat and began tying a snug, carefully compacted (and thus
non-slipping) knot, a bowline. Jamie was relieved to find
the rope wasn't hemp after all, but smooth, silky microfiber made to
resemble hemp. "'Lady P' should be a virtuous damsel," Penny
continued, "but it's just too useful to have a villainess
available for situations such as this." Penny threaded the other
end of the coil through the ring and pulled the bulk of the rope
through with a dry slither. "Down," she ordered, pulling on the
rope again, and Jamie settled onto her side, her head a few centimeters
from the ring. "Perhaps
Lady Penelope can have multiple personalities," Penny mused, or..."
Jamie turned her head
back to look at her friend. "...an Evil Twin!" they said
," Jamie said, then grunted as Penny pulled the prisoner's legs back
into a tight fold, and bound her ankles together with the mircofiber
hemp. Jamie tested her new bonds. The rope slid through the
ring and tugged on her throat when she twisted her ankles and tried to
straighten her legs.
"Hmm... what should
we name her?" Penny inquired. "Something Classical? Lady
Eurydice? Lady Persephone? Artemis? Cassandra?
"It's all Greek to
me," Jamie giggled, then winced as Penny looped the rope
through her wrist bonds and gave it a savage jerk, pulling her
into a stringent hog-tie.
Penny scolded. "If you don't like my ideas..."
"How about Winnifred?
" Jamie suggested, then gasped again as Penny looped the
remaining rope around the "Queen of the Rainforest's" narrow waist,
through her chamois-clad crotch, pulled it tight, and tied it
off in front under Jamie's navel, where it would be well out of the
reach of Jamie's
fluttering, probing fingers, no matter how she twisted on her side in
"I hate my
middle name," Penny groused, standing, placing hands on hips, and
glaring down at her helpless companion.
"But that's why it's perfect,"
her captor with
her right cheek on the stone floor (...both right cheeks,
actually). "Lady Penelope would have had a normal childhood, as
normal as any uppercrust Pommey female, anyway; but Lady
Winnifred, her identical twin, would have been driven insane by
her beastly name."
Penny repeated, trying not to laugh (with limited success).
"She'll be called 'Freddie' for short, and at age sixteen, because of
her rebellious nature, she was sent to a 'Special School for Girls,'
the kind with an all female staff and a Headmistresses who believes in 'Discipline'.
Eventually she escaped, and now she wanders the globe getting
into criminal mischief at every opportunity and tormenting Fair
Damsels whenever the opportunity presents itself."
agreed. "Now... Lady Freddie..." the captive jungle girl
demanded, twisting in her bonds and frowning bravely, "what have you
done with Lady Penelope, you Evil Witch?"
laughed. "Eve," she called, "I know you've been following all
this. Would you please improvise something?"
"It would be my
pleasure," the disembodied voice of the Island's Eve-6900 avatar
intoned. "Always happy to be of assistance to the Lady
Winnifred." There was a flash, and a piteous damsel was added to
the decor of one
of the chamber's projected walls: Lady Freddie's twin Penelope (a
Reality clone of the real Penny). The computer generated
version of the tall tan Brit was dressed in Victorian bush costume, the
kind appropriate for a proper Lady: high-neck, long-sleeve, linen
(in a tasteful beige/ecru), long, khaki-tan skirt, brown riding boots,
and (apparently) a corset. The elegant outfit was much
worse for wear. The left sleeve of the blouse was hanging in
leaving Lady Penelope's tan arm nearly entirely bare!
The throat, right front, and side of the blouse were also ripped,
an alarming amount of glistening female skin and equally ripped
frilly camisole. The skirt was ripped from hem to waistband,
(dare I say it?) a substantial glimpse of the distressed
damsel's tattered bloomers, and even some bare thigh!
jacket (such an outfit wouldn't be proper without a tailored jacket)
was missing entirely, as was her pith helmet with veil and band
tastefully matching her pale blue gloves, scarf, and hankie. The
gloves, scarf, and hankie in question, however, were not
missing. The gloves and hankie were stuffed in Penelope's
mouth and inextricably held there with multiple tight windings of the
narrowly folded scarf.
Yes, Her Ladyship was
in complete and distressingly revealing dishabille, as well as
being cruelly silenced with elements of her own damaged
costume. Her inability to protest her condition was manifest, but
why did she not attempt to arrange the loose tatters to preserve her
modesty? She was chained to the wall! Seated on the cold
flags, her ladylike posterior and back were against the hard
unforgiving stones, her arms upraised
and wrists manacled to stout iron rings by equally stout iron
A heavy iron collar was locked around her throat, a heavy iron belt
around her wasp-like waist, all joined by more iron links to heavy iron
shackles around her booted ankles. More links joined the shackles
to a third ring set in the floor.
bothered, embarrassed by her shameful condition, angry
with her villainous sibling (the author of her predicament), Lady
pulled futilely on her rattling chains and mewed through her quite
effective gag... then finally sighed and hung her head to the side in
defiant surrender. A single tear slid down her flushed right
cheek, paused, then fell to darken the stone floor.
Jamie whispered, then looked up at Penny. Her friend was staring
at her Virtual self... mesmerized. Jamie grinned. "You've
never looked better," she remarked to her staring captor.
Penny started from
her trance. "Huh? Oh... If you say so. Well done,
"Thank you, ladies,"
Penny put her hands
back on her hips and smiled evilly at her Virtual twin. "So,
dear sister, are you enjoying yourself? As you can see, your
savage little jungle friend won't be coming to your rescue as
rattled her chains and glared at her "sister," then favored Jungle
Jamie with a sad, commiserating sigh, turned her gagged head back to
the side, and ignored her evil twin with a disdainful sniff.
laughed and turned back to her hog-tied captive jungle girl. "How
about you, Ape Princess? Comfortable, I hope? I'd
gain a reputation as a poor hostess."
"You'll regret this,
Lady Freddie," Jungle Jamie growled, pulling on her inescapable
bonds. "Set us free, before it's too late."
too late, for you!" Lady Freddie said with a
then gracefully stepped to the statue of the Kul'Dakar goddesses,
removed a very strange and exotic looking medallion from around her
neck, inserted it into a slot in the side of the boulder between the
wrestling deities, and gave it a twist. There was a loud metallic
snap, a shuddering vibration, and a hair-line vertical fissure opened
in the face of the boulder. Tendrils of rapidly dissipating steam
and an eerie red glow escaped the crack. Lady Freddie gave the
medallion key a second twist... a low, groaning vibration shook the
very stones of the floor... and the statue began to slowly pull apart
into two halves.
of the Lost City
shuddered in her bonds as the halves of the statue separated.
Chiseled into the interior faces of the cleaved boulder she could see
two concave shapes which together, when the statue was closed, would
constitute a cavity
of roughly human shape and size. There were also several dozen
round holes in either face, from which protruded several dozen glowing
spikes! More steam escaped from the holes,
around the shafts of the spikes, and as the gap between the halves of
the statue widened, the spikes slowly withdrew into the interior of
Jamie twisted her
bound wrists and stared at the lethal looking device. It's an
iron maiden, with red hot spikes! she realized. Jamie
throat suddenly dry, then started at the sound of Lady
Freddie's amused voice.
"You should see your
face," Penny said with a chuckle. "You don't really think
I'd put you in a genuine closing cabinet with glowing red
spikes, do you?"
"It looks pretty real
from here," Jamie answered with a nervous laugh.
Penny stepped towards
the sculpture/torture engine. The halves had stopped about two
meters apart, a few centimeters of the spikes protruding from their
steaming, eerily glowing holes. "It's all Special Effects,
of Entertainment Division," Penny explained. "The steam is quite
real, but the spikes only look like they're red hot.
translucent plastic with internal lighting, spring loaded..." She
gingerly reached towards one of the spikes with her right hand, touched
the tip of the spike with her palm, then giggled and jerked her
hand away, fluttering it delicately. "...and loaded with TIKLER
contacts, all carefully tuned for tickle-torture, of course."
again. "You bastard!"
"Now, now, Ape Girl,"
Lady Freddie scolded. "You'll offend my dear sister's delicate
ears." She stepped back to Jamie, knelt, and released the captive
from her hog-tie (but not from her wrist bonds). She pulled Jamie
to her bare feet, then standing close behind, her left hand holding the
short prisoner's wrist bonds, her right arm over Jamie's shoulder, her
right hand cupping the captive redhead's left breast, Lady Freddie
pushed her reluctant captive towards the waiting device.
"That's it?" Jamie
inquired with a nervous giggle. "You're just going to lock me in
thing and I get tickled to death?"
melodramatic," Penny scolded, then laughed and gave her captive's
breast a gentle
squeeze. "Cancel that. Let's both be very
'Tickled to death?' That's entirely up to you, Savage,"
Lady Freddie purred, her lips less than an inch from Jungle Jamie's
As they got closer,
Jamie could see two large holes in the stone floor, centered in the
space between the two spiked cavities.
"Your feet go in
there," Lady Freddie explained, indicating the holes.
"You expect me to
just saunter over and step in?" Jungle Jamie asked.
"If you don't
cooperate," Lady Freddie purred, pausing to take a deep wet lick of her
shivering prisoner's delicate ear, "I'll put you back in your hog-tie,
get my bullwhip, and entertain dear sister until you comply."
Lady Penelope rattled
her chains, locked eyes with Jamie and shook her head bravely.
The Queen of the
Rainforest smiled at her (Virtual) friend, eyed the steam shrouded
glowing spikes and the waiting cavities in the floor, and sighed.
"I suppose I wouldn't be much of a hero if I allowed you to do that,"
"You'd have to turn
in your membership card in the League of Heroic Maidens," Lady Freddie
Jungle Jamie sighed
again, then allowed herself to be led forward. She somewhat
awkwardly stepped down into the holes, first with her left foot, then
with her right. The holes were deep, sinking her into the floor
to the level of her knees. Jamie felt something shift under her
feet, then gasped as hard, wide, and cold plates clamped
around her ankles, calves, and shins. She could wiggle her toes,
but it was as if she were suddenly wearing knee-high, inflexible boots
of thick steel. Jamie knew she wasn't going anywhere
Her heart was hammering, her bosom heaving as she breathed the hot,
air between the looming walls of spikes. Jamie noticed she was
to sweat, like the proverbial horse. God! she thought,
eyeing the tips of the glowing spikes, this is gonna be... torture!
"You look all hot and
bothered, Monkey Girl," Lady Freddie cooed. "Here, let me relieve
you of the cause of at least some small part of your difficulty."
Lady Freddie then plucked a stiletto from her right boot, leaned down,
and delicately sliced through the leather thongs tying Jamie's new
costume to her body, first at the bikini top on the right... snick
...then on the left... snick, then the bikini bottom... snick
... snick. She returned the knife to her boot, then
reached down and tossed the ruined remnants of the bikini away, leaving
Jungle Jamie naked, but for the wide gold slave bracelets on her upper
and the headband around her glistening brow. "I suppose I
could have just untied the strings," Lady Freddie whispered in
Jamie's ear, "but slicing through the thongs is much
more satisfying, don't you agree?"
" Jungle Jamie groused, twisting her bound wrists, a sentiment
apparently shared by Lady Penelope, who forced an angry growl through
her gag, rattled her chains (and stared at Jungle Jamie's toned
freckled glistening body with shy appreciation).
laughed. "Don't go anywhere, you two," she gloated, and walked
towards the chamber door. "I'll be right back."
Jamie watched Lady
Freddie's disappearing back, trying (and failing) to think of a brave
clever retort. Seconds passed as she eyed the spikes, watched the
roll down her nude body, and twisted in her bonds. She noted that
Penelope was still staring at her... then the virtuous (Virtual) maiden
and turned her head to the side when she found herself caught.
know fer sure after we think up some back story fer all this," Jamie
"but I'm fairly certain this is all yer fault!"
blush deepened and she rattled her chains.
returned, toting a folded camp chair and pulling a large hamper on tiny
rattling squealing wheels. The tall blonde villainess opened the
and arranged it about three meters in front of her naked, redheaded
victim (with her chained and gagged sibling an easy head turn to the
left). She then opened the hamper and removed a champagne bucket
and stand. A magnum of bubbly and two crystal flutes were in the
bucket, packed in shaved ice (although where Lady Freddie found ice in
the Lost City of
Kul'Dakar was anyone's guess).
As Lady Freddie
opened the champagne and poured herself a flute, Jamie licked her wet,
salty lips, suddenly aware of her growing thirst. Smiling
sweetly, Jamie's statuesque tormentor slowly... gracefully... sauntered
forward, then slowly lowered the crystal flute towards Jamie's
lips... and pulled it back.
" Lady Freddie teased.
"Please take a
flying leap into the nearest lava pit, then you can—"
Jamie's tirade was
interrupted by Lady Freddie placing the cold rim of the flute against
captive's flushed lips and slowly tipping it forward, allowing the
naked prisoner to drink the cool, sweet, tart, bubbling wine.
the flute, with only a few precious drops escaping to roll down her
Jamie said as her captor stepped back to the bucket and refilled the
tall stemmed glass.
Savage," Lady Freddie cooed. "It never hurts to be polite, I
suppose." She then walked back and placed the full effervescing
flute on the
stone floor, just out of reach of her naked glistening captive (out
of reach even if Jamie's wrists weren't tied behind her
She filled the second flute, settled into her chair with a theatrical
sigh, and crossed her long, booted legs atop the closed hamper.
She then raised her glass in salute, first to Jamie, and then her
and took a delicate sip. Lady Penelope rattled her chains and
through her gag. "None for you," Lady Freddie told her Virtual
then turned back to Jamie. "She gets all giggly when she
imbibes," Lady Freddie explained.
"I see," Jamie
muttered, eyeing the full glass of cold thirst quenching bubbly on the
before her and licking her lips, then turning to either side and
the glowing spikes, twisting her wrists in their bonds and sighing.
"Yes, I suppose we
better get on with things," Lady Freddie mumbled, taking another sip of
"Uh, don't rush on
my account," Jamie blurted nervously.
"The 'Statue of the
Mountain' torture engine doesn't simply close, you see," Lady
Freddie explained, ignoring Jamie's outburst. "There are strongly
weighted counterbalancing chain falls and a water clock, somewhere
under your feet, all of which vary the speed and force of the
closure. If you look to either side, you'll see palm prints
into the stone." Jamie looked to left and right and confirmed
that there were indeed the outlines of open palms in either spiked
at a convenient height for her to reach out with her hands and push
the halves of the statue (if her wrists weren't bound behind her back,
of course). "Once I free your wrists and start the engine...
find you can indeed stop the statue from closing." Lady
Freddie took another sip. "Sometimes it will be easy... and
sometimes very difficult, requiring all your strength... but
you'll grow tired... and..." Lady Freddie favored her victim with
an evil, gloating smile, and emptied her flute.
" Jamie hissed.
Still smiling, Lady
Freddie left her chair and stepped behind her victim. Jamie heard
a hollow ping... the statue gave a deep, vibrating shudder... and the
halves began to slowly close, the glowing spikes emerging from their
holes as the distance between the advancing walls grew less and less.
"Uh..." Jamie twisted
and tugged on her wrist bonds in earnest. "Forgetting
something?" The "red-hot" spikes were getting very close!
"Oh, silly me!" Lady
Freddie exclaimed, reaching for her boot knife.. "Now hold still,
Ape Girl, or I might cut you my mistake." There was a dry snick
and Jamie's hands were free.
The naked prisoner
quickly placed her hands against the halves of the statue into the palm
and pushed. The statue gave a delicate quiver and the
halves began to separate. Jamie found she could in fact hold the
apart... with difficulty.
Freddie had replenished her champagne and was gracefully reclined in
her comfortable chair. "And our naked, sweating, freckled little
female Samson begins her wrestling match with the goddesses of
Kul'Dakar," she teased.
Jamie felt a
vibration shudder through the rock and the pressure on her outstretched
arms increased. Soon she was pushing in both directions
with all her strength, her corded muscles clearly visible under her
freckled skin as she labored, her biceps dimpled and straining under
her gold slave bracelets, the veins of her forehead standing out under
her braided headband. "Monster!" she gasped.
Lady Freddie sighed
and took a sip of champagne. "I suppose it is difficult
to be original when one is undergoing torture, but I believe
that's at least the third time you've called me
'monster'. Do try and think of something different,
hot in here," she
Jamie said nothing,
the battle against the approaching walls and "deadly" spikes taking
all her concentration.
Lady Freddie stood,
unbuckled her shoulder holster, shrugged out of the harness, and draped
it over her chair. She then began unbuttoning her blouse.
"Dreadfully hot," she repeated, shrugging out of her blouse and tossing
it aside. She was wearing nothing underneath. Lady
Penelope tugged on her chains and mewed through her gag, protesting her
immodest twin's indecent display. Ignoring her sibling, Lady
pulled back on her shoulder holster harness and tightened the sternum
strap buckle, causing all the harness' straps to dimple the flesh of
toned, tan, athletic torso.
blinking sweat from her eyes, staring at her lover despite her
continuing struggle to prevent herself from being branded, skewered,
and crushed in the
pretend world, and savagely tickled in the real world.
Penny looked amazing in her boots, skintight jodhpurs,
leather holster/harness, white (slightly damp) silk scarf around her
throat... her tan shoulders, delicate ribs, narrow waist, flat tummy,
and pert, pouting breasts glistening with sweat. 'Dreadfully hot',
Jamie agreed, silently.
Unaware or coyly
ignoring her leering audience, the topless villainess reopened the
hamper and produced a fan of woven rattan, a pair of tan kidskin
gloves, and... (Jungle Jamie swallowed nervously.) ...a riding
crop. Lady Freddie settled back into her chair, crossed her
booted feet atop the closed hamper, lay the crop across her lap, pulled
on her gloves, and began delicately fanning
herself. "Now, Savage," Lady Penelope purred, pausing to
her cool, refreshing champagne, "what else shall we talk
Oh, I know, the Legendary Graveyard of the Elephants:
of tons of prime ivory rotting in the jungle, just waiting
for an enterprising person, such as myself, to haul it all back to
civilization and become filthy rich. Where is
Jamie was still
losing the battle, the advancing spikes almost touching her freckled,
glistening skin... then the force of the advance slackened, and she was
able to push the spiked walls several centimeters apart. "Wh...
what... are you... talking about?" she panted. "I know nothing
about any bloody Graveyard of the Elephants... Legendary... or
"Well, you better
make up some very entertaining lies, and quickly," Lady
Freddie gloated, "don't you think?"
Jamie tried to think
of a clever comeback, then abandoned the effort when the force of the
closing halves of the statue again began to increase.
Attempting to reposition her right arm to gain additional leverage,
Jamie's forearm brushed against the tip of one of the glowing
spikes. The struggling, sweating redhead's eyes opened wide
and involuntary giggles erupted from her flushed lips. She lost
the advancing spikes, but redoubled her efforts and pushed the
walls back again... then the force of closure increased even
" Nooo! " Jamie moaned as once again the spikes advanced,
her best efforts.
Lady Freddie cooed, her lips curled in a gloating, sadistic smile.
Jamie grimaced and
continued her hopeless struggle. How long can I keep this up?
she wondered, straining against the rumbling stones as the cruel,
TIKLER spikes grew ever closer!
Oh the HORROR!
Be BRAVE Jungle Jamie!
Will Lady Freddie REALLY continue to torture her
Will she REALLY make Lady Penelope watch???
Can this truly be...
|| of Dungeon of the Lost
| In a word... yes!
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