MISTRESS OF BONDAGE PART VIII Terry was permitted to rest in near comfort for the second part of the day and then she was awakened by Yvette. The maid was dressed and made-up in erotic elegance indicating that this was a special night. Her corset was a striped and laced affair made of expensive satin. Her bikini panties were made of silk as were her stockings and she sported long leather gloves. "Mademoiselle Terry, the Mistress will see you now," she said with a smile. Before Terry could speak, Yvette forced a knotted scarf into her mouth and tied it tightly around her head. Her hands were released and then bound together in front. The she was "dressed" in silk panties, stockings and high heels before being led out of the dungeon. The sun was still streaking through the windows as they made their way to the topmost level of the castle. It suddenly grew very dark and foreboding when they entered the hallway leading to the Mistress room. Terry could barely see Lady Miranda when they came into the huge bedroom chamber, but she could see enough. She had never been so angry with anyone in her life, yet the elegant, magnetic beauty of this woman was beyond comprehension. Her blonde hair lay about her beautiful face in understated resplendence. Her breasts spilled wantonly over the bodice of a chic babydoll nightgown. Her long, sexy legs added even more height to this statuesque vixen. Truly she was more lovely than anyone could ever hope to be. All the fear, all the anger and exhaustion, was quickly pushed aside when the Mistress moved forward and hugged the wide-eyed blonde. "Theresa, darling, I want you to spend the evening in my chamber," she said in her whisper soft tone. Her hands rested on Susan's naked hips and then moved sensuously down over her buttocks. "We'll have a splendid time, I assure you. Yvette, bind Susan's ankles and then make yourself ready to serve me." Yvette made Terry kneel down beside a large lounging throne covered luxuriously with a big, plush fur. She tied the girl's ankles together with rope and then did a very curious thing. She entered a closet, rummaged around, and then emerged with a pair of manacles flung over her shoulder; and she was gagging herself with a professional looking gag made of leather. After she effectively plugged her own mouth, Yvette snapped the manacles on her wrists and fixed a steel collar around her neck. To Sue's unbelief, she had bound and gagged herself and then had left the room as if it were not unusual. Lady Miranda lay down on the lounge and simply stared at her lovely blonde schoolgirl. Terry could feel her eyes roaming over her skin and, despite the rigors of the past 24 hours, felt a tingling in her pussy. Then the Mistress produced a huge feather and ran it down the length of Sue's back. The feather delved into the crack between her buttocks and Lady Miranda smiled at the gasp that whistled through the poor girl's nose. "You really are very pretty, Theresa," she whispered. "I'm going to spend the entire evening enjoying your beautiful body." Yvette reentered the chamber with a tray of champagne which she offered silently to the Mistress. Lady Miranda drank several glasses of the sparkling vintage as she toyed her feather erotically around Susan's curves and crevices. The maid stood dutifully beside the lounge until the bottle had been drained and then nodded her head as if to ask of the Mistress wanted another bottle. Getting no reply, Yvette set the tray down and moved to the corner. Lady Miranda helped Terry up onto the lounge and had her stretch out on her back. All of her charms were now spread before the Mistress like a luxurious meal, to be eaten slowly and thoughtfully, savoring every morsel. The older woman crawled onto the lounge and kissed Terry lightly on each nipple. Sue's eyeballs rolled up and back while a groan of ecstasy escaped through her nose. She felt Lady Miranda's hand on her pussy and instinctively rose her hips to meet her gentle caress. One eye popped open just as the other woman parted her ruby red lips over an erect nipple and planted her mouth on one of Terry's breasts. She sucked on the breast, stirring both of them into eroticism, and the schoolgirl's bound hands found their way to the Mistress' nightgown. When she undid the bow, she found that Lady Miranda's breasts were soft and smooth to the touch. For her part, Lady Miranda groaned as Terry manipulated her bosoms, but she kept her mouth right where it was. Terry had never made love to another woman before, but she had always harbored the desire. She somehow thought that it would be nice if Terry was the first, but right then it was of little importance. Her Mistress could not have been more tantalizing. Except.......Except.....In a blinding flash, memories of the way she and Terry had been tortured and abused slipped past the sensuality and rekindled the angry part of her. There was a curt, liquid- sounding pop as Terry pushed Lady Miranda off her breast and rolled off the bed. She lay on the floor and awaited the thunderous anger she knew would be vented on her at any moment. "Time for you to leave us to our pleasures, Yvette," said the Mistress calmly. "Tell Helga or Niko to come here and then go lock yourself into your hanging cage." Yvette pranced out of the room and Terry watched as Lady Miranda changed into the black leotard, gloves and boots which seemed to be her uniform. There was a knock on the door shortly and then Niko appeared in the room. The long-haired Asian beauty was dressed in a print frock which the Mistress told her to remove. "Keep your stockings and heels on, Niko and then take this young harlot into the drawing room," she said. "Take off her panties and stockings and then suspend her from the ceiling tied as she is. I'll be in presently." Niko stripped herself down as commanded and then dragged poor Terry into the next room by her feet. Once in the drawing room, Niko had Terry kneel down and then tied her already bound wrists to a rope hanging down from the ceiling. Then, after glancing at the doorway, Niko bent down and whispered in he captive's ear. "Courage, my young friend, Helga and I are seeing to your safety." Terry cursed her gag. She had questions coming out of her ears. Both Niko and Helga had given her reason to hope for escape, but what was going on here? Niko glanced at the door again and darted over to the the window to peek out the drapes. Then she returned to Terry and appeared to be adjusting her gag when the Mistress entered the room. "Lovely, Niko," she said, looking at Terry. "You have a way with rope. Please remain here in case I need you." She caressed Sue's cheek with a fingertip and broke into an evil, sardonic smile. "Theresa, my love, I'm going to punish you severely for that little show of displeasure." Her palm reached down and cupped one of the young girl's breasts. "But first, I'm going to make love to you. To ALL of you. Every inch of your beautiful body. Every crack, every orifice, every hill and valley. And then......" CRACK!! The sharp staccato noise was so loud that Terry was certain that it was a gunshot. Her first instinct was further confirmed when the Mistress wrenched her back and then yelped like a wounded fox. Her knees buckled and she wailed with agonizing fury. Terry never thought Lady Miranda possessed such force in her vocal cords. The woman crumbled up in a pile before her and it was then that she saw Niko standing near the window. Niko was holding the drapes aside and flooding the room with the last vestige of light coming from the dying sun. She let the drapes fall shut again and then clapped her hands together in childlike joy. Terry was bewildered and she thought she saw a tear forming at the corner of Niko's eye. The tall Asian woman turned toward the wall and remained motionless for a moment. The Mistress stopped writhing and lay inert at Sue's knees and, if she had harbored any questions before, it was nothing compared to this. Suddenly, Lady Miranda's eyes slipped open and she looked straight into Terry's soul. Then she turned her head toward Niko and Terry tried, through her muffled mouth to warn her. Lady Miranda moved up behind the other woman, spun her around and threw her to the floor by her hair. "SLUT!" she cried, "Miserable clumsy idiot! I told you never to open the drapes in the daytime. You'll pay dearly for your thoughtlessness, bitch!" Niko looked up at her Mistress and shivered in terror. Lady Miranda yelled for Helga as she continued her tirade and Helga entered the room with a look of astonishment. Niko caught her eye and they exchanged quick communication before the Mistress spoke to her. "Clamp the stocks on that imbecile on the floor and then take Theresa down to the dunking chair." She was calming down somewhat, but there was still venom in her voice. "I'll deal with each of them soon." Saying that, she left the room in a hurry. Terry watched as Helga removed a wooden device from a closet and then helped Niko up off the floor. As she sat the beautiful woman down on a block of wood, they were whispering excitedly and Terry knew they were talking about what had just occurred. Niko's expression was fearful as they talked, but Helga seemed elated. She clamped the stock around Niko's head and wrists and then removed her stockings. Then she chained her ankles with steel manacles and produced a large ball gag. "Open wide, Niko," Helga said, before she gently but firmly gagged the gardener. Then she kissed her on the forehead and went over to Terry. The younger girl again tried to talk through her gag as Helga undid her ankles and released the rope fro the ceiling. Helga told her to have patience and then led her out of the room by the rope tied to her hands. Niko was left alone for a few moments, but it seemed like an eternity. She was scared to death as she had never seen the Mistress so angry, but there was one bright spot. She had committed herself. She had opened the drapes deliberately to see what Lady Miranda would do, and now she knew that what she and Helga had suspected was true. I seemed obvious since they had never seen the Mistress in daylight and there were no mirrors in the castle, but they needed proof. Niko sucked involuntarily on the huge ball in her mouth and tried to recall the scene. Had she been able to make her action look like a mistake? Did the Mistress really believe that she had been forgetful, or had Niko shown her hand? There would be some difficulty soon, but how bad could it be? Punishment for carelessness was one thing; punishment for treachery would be quite another. An honest terror gripped the unfortunate oriental woman in the belly. Lady Miranda must NOT realize she had been deceived. There would be certainly no living through her wrath. In her agitated state, Niko could not help but imagine the worst. Lady Miranda would take her into the lowest, most grim hole in the dungeons and bind her up in a cruel, tortuous position. She imagined herself naked, gagged and completely vulnerable. Then the evil woman would unleash all the foulest, most hideous creatures of hell on her body to torture it and torment her soul. And then, in the middle of oblivion, she would expire and never be heard from again. Niko closed her eyes and broke into tears just as Lady Miranda returned. "I'll teach you to be clumsy," she said. "In a few minutes, you won't know anything but the pain the that big bum of yours." A wave of blessed relief washed over Niko as she was led down to the dungeon. She had done it! She had played her part well enough so that Lady Miranda had bought her stupidity. She would be punished, but she would survive. Niko was almost happy to be chained by the ankles to a steel pole which featured a crossbar on top. The crossbar was cold and uncomfortable against her pussy and it seemed to spread her large buttocks apart, offering the jiggling globes as a sacrifice to Lady Miranda's whip. The woman was still livid and was about to vent her anger on Niko's bare skin, but the gardener breathed a sigh of relief and a silent prayer of thanks. The whip whistled through the air and Niko tightened her muscles, clenched her fists and closed her eyes. Terry had plenty to think about as she sucked on the ball gag strapped in her mouth. Helga had chained the horrible chastity belt back on her and then chained her to a wooden chair. The chair was at one end of a wooden machine which could, with the gentlest touch, swing the occupant out over a pool of water fed by an underground spring. She was going mad with questions about the preceding events. What had happened to Lady Miranda? What was going on? And where was Sue? She knew that Sue was at the end of her rope, both literally and figuratively. She was dashed from her thoughts as Lady Miranda came into the dunking dungeon and laid her whip around Terry's neck. There was a dull thud as the catch fell away from the machine and Terry felt herself swinging out over the pool. "You are to forget you saw any weakness in me, Theresa." Terry looked down at the water and closed her eyes. It was just in time.....Lady Miranda released the chair and the poor girl crashed violently into the cold water. Some of the water got into her nose and she coughed instantly sending all the air out of her lungs. The prospect of drowning became all too real just before the chair was raised out of the water and Terry's lungs instinctively whooshed in the air. Lady Miranda waited until she finished coughing and sputtering through her nose and then spoke. "Take a deep breath, Theresa," she said. "You'll be under for a full two minutes this time, whether I see bubbles or not." The dunking went on for almost an hour until the poor schoolgirl was cold tired and desperate. But more than anything else, she was angry. She was so full of hate that she knew she could kill the bitch if she got the chance. She looked like a drowned rat when she was finally swung back on the stone floor. "I'm leaving you now, Theresa," the Mistress cooed, placing her face right up beside Terry's. "Try to remember while I'm gone that there's no trace of weakness in me. I hold your life in my hands." "Yeah, you pompous slut!" thought Terry, "and I'll hold your tits in mine just before I twist them off!" Soon there was silence in the dungeon save for the dripping water, and Terry knew that she would have to escape Castle Thorne or die. There was no fantasy left here. Lady Miranda held the two young ladies in slavery from which death would be the only release. She looked up and shook the water from her face when she heard someone coming down the corridor. She was relieved to see that it was not the Mistress, but that it was Helga carrying a robe, some towels and a steaming mug. "Terry," said the stunning Scandinavian sincerely, " you poor dear. You look so pitiful." Her gag was popped out of her mouth and she spoke immediately. "Helga, if you tell me to be patient again, I'll bit your cunt off!" "Good girl!" Helga replied, trying to smile, "You're more angry than afraid. Actually, Terry dear, I'd adore letting you do that, but we have things to do tonight." Terry sensed that things had changed by the way Helga was treating her. Having released her from the chair and removed all of her bonds, Helga helped her into the robe and was drying her hair as they spoke. "Are you going to help us do what we came her to do if we help you and Sue to escape?" "And that is?" Terry asked. "We have to destroy Lady Miranda," Helga said gravely after a short pause. She waited for Terry to blink her eyes and gape at her, but she did not. The teenager cupped her hands around the warm mug of chocolate and turned her head to look at the pool. A full minute passed before she spoke. "I noticed you said destroy, not kill." "You're very intelligent as well as brave, dear girl," Helga said. "Good, it'll save time. You've seen how the Mistress crumbled in the sunlight. There are no mirrors here and she comes and goes only at night. The forest creatures avoid this place like the plague." The buxom blonde moved closer to Terry. "And somebody seems to wander around here in a puff of smoke." Now, Terry shuddered. "Was he real, Helga?" "He's as real as the Mistress," Helga replied, "and he must also be destroyed." "They're vampires." The words dropped casually out of Terry's mouth before she thought of them. "Yes, they are. And tonight we're going to make them dead people so we can properly pray for their souls." "But how did you and Niko and Yvette...? "Yvette is really the maid here. Niko and I are the plants. I met her at a cocktail party a few years ago and was fascinated by her adventures. She's a psychologist by degree and an investigator of psychic phenomena by profession. She writes books on the subject. It was only natural that I ask her for help when I decided to come here." "But why did you come here, Helga?" asked Terry. "Aren't you frightened?" "I'm scared stiff, Terry," she replied, "but I had to come," Helga had lost her winning smile. "My family owns and runs a newspaper in Oslo and we all have our hands in the business. But after my mother died, my father lost interest in it and just quit coming to work. He spent all his time drinking too much and carousing all over Europe with his money." Helga's voice broke here and there but she continued on. "Last year, his travels took him here on one of Lady Miranda's `special tours' and he hasn't been heard from since. I traced him here and discovered several similar disappearances. Then I called Niko, who jumped at the prospect of uncovering a real vampire, and, well here we are. Terry, we could have put that bitch away months ago; we discovered that she sleeps in a coffin in the tower during the day. But we need Sir Jeffrey too." "Is he really that Sir Jeffrey guy?" asked Terry. "Well, he was," Helga replied. "Lady Slut didn't finish the fairy tale for you Friday night. Our noble knight did some high-class raping and pillaging after he sent his two princesses back to Britain on the boat. His travels ended in the Carpathian mountains in central Europe where he spent the night wenching at the castle of a local notable. His host happened to be one of the undead, and before dawn, Sir Jeffrey joined him in his misery." "When he returned to Castle Thorne, he learned that his wife had let the Arabian princesses die and he flew into a rage. Lady Miranda didn't tell you that he actually killed his wife, the Lady Anne. Nor did she tell you that his anger was spent in time to save his daughter from death." "His daughter?" "Lady Miranda. He didn't kill her, but he did put the mark of the vampire on her and they have lived here for centuries terrorizing the surrounding countryside. She keeps things going here on a day-to-day basis, but he rarely shows up. That was our big problem until you and Sue arrived. He thinks you two are his dead princesses. If you can bring him around again tonight, maybe we can keep him here until the sun comes up." All different kinds of fear and horror and hatred coursed through Terry's heart. Then she remembered something. "Where's Sue?" she asked. "I took her to Niko's room. Niko took quite a beating from the Mistress and Sue is tending her wounds. Sue is terribly frightened, Terry." "So am I," replied the spunky teenager, "but Sue and I have a lot of heart. You can count on us."