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by Arthurtranslated by Gillian B |
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Li-Anne awoke with a start. A horrible cramp tortured her left shoulder. She remembered how she had met this painful fate. Late the previous night, the cruel Sangra had left her like this on the concrete floor of the dungeon, which was fortunately slightly warm, after finishing tying her up. Already securely bound at arm level, she was made to sit on the floor and allow her ankles to be bound and then her thighs. The terrible Amazon had turned her over onto her stomach as if she was handling a parcel and then used a very short rope to link her ankles to her wrists which were welded to her buttocks with rope. As is that was not enough, she then wrapped Li-Anne's big toes with a thin cord and tied it to the rope which bound her elbows. All the time that the giantess was so carefully tying her, Li-Anne had only been able to make growling sounds, muffled by the enormous dirty sock which distended her mouth, growls which became more angry with each new knot cruelly tightened or each caress to her naked and defenceless body. Li-Anne did not take this treatment peacefully but kicked out furiously, despite the pain which the ropes inflicted on her with the least movement.
These futile kicks amused the Amazon who had stayed behind to caress and pinch the captive, even tickling her under the arms for the pleasure of seeing her writhe in her bonds.
It finished with Sangra planting a kiss on Li-Anne's sock-filled cheek and wishing her a good night. A good night! Li-Anne spent the first hours of solitude trying to free herself. Her predicament was simple, she was lying flat on her stomach on the concrete floor, her arms and legs well and truly welded to her back. Each movement of her arms was torment for her toes and each twist of her wrists a torture for her crotch, with the rope cutting deeply into it. Li-Anne had been reduced to making slow, minute movements of her hands in the faint hope that the rope might slip. These futile movements were particularly painful for her wrists, secured with rough hemp, but counteracted the growing numbness from her hands being so tightly tied behind her back.
Li-Anne had to admit that she had been tied by an expert every bit as skilful as Mariko. She was unable to move an inch nor to loosen her bonds by even a fraction of that, yet although her limbs were painfully tightly bound, her circulation had not been cut off.
Tired out by bruising her wrists to no purpose, Li-Anne was exhausted enough to sink into a troubled sleep haunted by nightmares in which she was wedged into a narrow pit.
Waking up was particularly painful. After hours of forced immobility, unpleasant tingling sensations ran along her numb limbs. Her hands felt as though they had doubled in volume and there was no sensation in her fingers. Her shoulders, twisted behind her, were tormented by horrible cramps.
Stiff and numb like this, Li-Anne had lost even her faint hope of fighting against her bonds. Nevertheless she resumed the small circular movements of her wrists with the aim of restoring a little sensitivity to her fingers.
Sangra had left the overhead light on. While continuing to move her hands, which she was now rubbing against each other, Li-Anne studied her prison as well as she could. The dungeon was a small room, all concrete with no windows. The furniture consisted of only two steel chairs. Turning her head to the left, she could see a bidet and a shower in the corner. Straight ahead, the wall was blank. To look behind required her to perform a difficult half turn. She struggled to move by pushing with her stomach muscles until she was facing the back wall. Alas, it too was quite bare, as bare as her bound body and offering nothing which might release her from her bonds.
Li-Anne heaved a sigh into the sock which had been soaking up all her saliva for hours, concentrating the disgusting taste in her mouth stuffed with filthy wool.
The exertion had slightly alleviated the numbness in her limbs and in a last crazy effort, Li-Anne rolled over onto her side. Her idea was to rub the rope binding her wrists against the concrete. Alas, she was quickly disenchanted; her hands were bound in the middle of her back and it was impossible to get them to slip to the side. Her only chance of getting the rope in contact with the concrete was if she turned herself right over onto her back, but she realised that if she did that, she would trap her hands under her own weight and not be able to do much after that.
There seemed to be only one course of action possible; she started to make small movements with her shoulders (large movements were impossible anyway) in the hope of rubbing the rope securing her elbow against the concrete floor so that it would slip or better still would wear through and break.
After hours of this interminable and undoubtedly useless rubbing the door of the dungeon opened. Now that the captive was facing the wall, she had to twist her head round painfully to look over her painfully bent shoulder to see Mariko looking at her with her perpetually mocking air.
Mariko looked splendid, dressed entirely in white leather studded with gold. She wore a very short skirt, just covering her bottom, thigh length boots and a small blouson belted at the waist.
Mariko stood, legs slightly apart and hands on hips, in front of her half-sister lying bound on the floor. "How do I look, little sister? Sexy? If you are sensible, perhaps I will lend you my outfit like I did before. I know you don't like being naked like that. Poor thing, you might catch cold."
"Save me the sarcasm," the captive tried to reply, but all that passed her gag were muffled growls.
Li-Anne's groans became louder as her sister placed the heel of her right boot on her shoulder blade, pressing painfully on the naked skin.
"Do you know that because of you I spent the night bound hand and foot at the foot of the Queen's bed with her panties wedged against my nose?" She pressed her heel down harder into the flesh of the shoulder. Li-Anne looked up, exhaustion in her face. "You don't look very well, little sister... Do you want me to take your gag off?"
Li-Anne replied by nodding with conviction. Mariko knelt in front of her, leather-clad knees pressed against the small nose which emerged over the enormous sock tied around her face.
It's just as well it's you, because you don't deserve it," taunted Mariko as she untied the sock. Released at last, Li-Anne tried to use her tongue to push out the sock which seemed to have filled her mouth for all eternity but it was too big to go past her teeth easily. With an expression of disgust, Mariko reached into her half-sister's mouth with two fingers and grasped the sock, sticky with saliva. Slowly she drew it out past the pretty white teeth while Li-Anne flexed her jaw to ease the passage of the terrible gag.
"Poo!" exclaimed Mariko, throwing the wet wool down on the concrete. Sangra really has no taste... socks! My little panties would have been so much better, wouldn't they?"
Li-Anne coughed and spat. The taste of the sock lingered in her mouth. In a hoarse voice, she replied, "Why can't you just use a handkerchief to gag people?"
"Just be grateful that I removed it! And what do you say to your nice kind sister?"
Li-Anne looked her sister steadily in the eye, but aware of her position of inferiority, offered an unconvincing "Thank you". She looked over her shoulder at the ropes criss-crossing around her arms. "What about the rest?" Mariko looked at her for a long time before replying, "I do not think..."
"Does that mean that I will be kept with my hands tied behind my back?"
"I fear so."
"For how long? Can you at least tell me that?"
"I don't know," answered Mariko with an ironic smile, "but I can tell you that we like to look after our guests, and for a long time too."
"Well, then, treat them a little better!" retorted Li-Anne, grimacing in pain. She had wanted to straighten her knees a little and that had caused the rope to pull painfully on her wrists and as a side-effect on the rope bruising her crotch. "Listen, Mariko, if I have to be your prisoner, I want to ask you for two things. First to let me relieve myself; it's getting urgent! And then let me have a bath. I feel so dirty..."
"It's true," commented Mariko, "that you have been sweating. But you don't smell as bad as Sangra's socks."
Li-Anne blushed, humiliated once again by that cutting remark, but refrained from answering; there was nothing to gain by annoying her half-sister.
"Only," continued Mariko, "I still don't want you playing another dirty trick on me. I know that you are formidable even with your hands tied behind your back."
She leaned out through the door and yelled down the corridor, "Guards! Guards!"
A few moments later, the two black athletes joined Mariko in the cell where Li-Anne lay. Reassured by their presence, Mariko decided to untie the bonds which immobilised her half-sister on the concrete floor. She started with the toes, then ankles, arms and finally the rope tightened in Li-Anne's crotch. Her hands still bound behind her back, Li-Anne relieved her arms by making circular movements with her shoulders. She remained lying on her stomach, certain that her numbed legs would not support her weight for a few minutes. Mariko poked her with the toe of her boot, "Come on, you lazy girl, aren't you going to get up?
"It's not that easy! I feel as though I have about a million needles in my legs! And my arms! Won't you untie my hands?"
Mariko smiled, "I don't think so. You see how greatly we respect you? I think that even with three of us, we could not be sure of keeping you under control if your hands were free."
Li-Anne grimaced, partly flattered, partly annoyed. "Thanks for the compliment, but it won't be easy with my hands tied."
Mariko laughed candidly, "Come on, Li-Anne, don't underestimate yourself. Peeing won't be a problem; you are already completely naked the toilet is right there. As for the bath, sorry, but it will be a shower... and I will see to it!" Li-Anne wrinkled her nose; this was exactly what she wanted to avoid. With a sigh, she rose and stepped hesitantly towards the basin. She stopped short. "Mariko, my hands are tied behind my back. You don't have to supervise me while I..." She remained silent and clenched her jaw as she looked at the toilet. Mariko smiled mockingly and snapped her fingers. The two guards turned their backs on her order but Mariko remained facing Li-Anne.
"I meant you too, Mariko."
"Come on, you didn't think we would all turn our backs towards you, not when your legs are free. Don't be silly, after all, we are sisters, aren't we?"
Li-Anne looked at her sister reproachfully, but recognising her quiet determination, she sighed once more and, lowering her gaze, squatted over the toilet. She kept her head down but she still felt her sister's eyes fixed on her. Once she had finished, she stood up again, using her bound hands to support her against the wall.
"Do you want me to clean you up?"
"No," replied Li-Anne shortly, "but you could flush the toilet if you want to make yourself useful."
"Well done!" said Mariko, not without a degree of admiration for her half-sister's aplomb which enabled her to maintain silence despite her humiliating predicament. Mariko flushed the toilet and pointed out the shower to Li-Anne. The shower was rectangular depression about 6 inches deep in the concrete floor, with a steel bar attached to the wall, from which was hung a circular shower head.
As Li-Anne hesitated as she was about to step into the shower, Mariko took her by the elbow and steered her under the bar. She took a short rope and lifted the mass of black hair which tumbled over the back of her half sister's neck. She tied a slip-knot round Li-Anne's neck. The two sisters were with in a few inches of each other, Mariko with a glint of mischief in her eye, Li-Anne icy and impassive, even when her sister pulled the slip-knot tight, threatening to strangle her. Mariko tied the other end of the rope to the bar above Li-Anne's head, and slackened the knot slightly. Li-Anne was able to breathe again and turned towards Mariko, who took down the shower nozzle and aimed it at her. The water scored a direct hit on her; fortunately it was only warm. Mariko set it to full power and enjoyed watching her sister twisting first one way then the other under the water pressure.
"Stop!" shouted Li-Anne as the water struck her in the chest, her bound hands quite unable to protect it.
"Turn round then and show me your back cheeks, so I can get them clean!"
Li-Anne turned round, happy to escape from the water hitting her full in the face. It was much less painful from behind and Li-Anne relaxed a little. Mariko shut off the water and came up to the naked and dripping figure of her half-sister. Putting her hand on a wet shoulder, she asked, innocently, "Would you like me to soap you?"
"No point," Li-Anne answered, looking straight ahead, "I believe that I am quite well washed."
Mariko planted her nose on the soft skin of Li-Anne's chest. "Hmm, you still smell a little sweaty. It's a pity we didn't think of soap in the dungeons..."
"What are you doing now, Mariko?" a female voice thundered behind her.
Li-Anne saw the huge figure of Sangra enter. She held a rope in her left hand. The other end of the rope bound the Director's wrists forcing her to follow the giantess as if on a leash. The Director still wore her short light dress, now quite crumpled. She had been freed from all the ropes which Li-Anne had used to bind her the previous day and only her hands were tied in front of her with the rope that Sangra held. She was however, still well gagged.
Mariko turned round sharply to face the giantess. In an uncertain voice, she replied, "I was simply giving the prisoner a shower."
"Stupid, don't you remember what she did to you the last time you allowed her a little air? I had tied her up so she couldn't do anything..."
"Hung up by her neck, she can't do very much," Mariko pointed out.
The Director and Li-Anne looked at each other, each trying to gauge the state of exhaustion of the other. Li-Anne interrupted the other two women's conversation, "Please could we have something to eat? I have not eaten anything for two days and unless you decided to make me die of hunger..."
Sangra grabbed Li-Anne's hair in her huge hand and pulled her face against a muscular shoulder.
"Oh, the poor dear thing is hungry..." She felt Li-Anne's wet waistline. "You are rather skinny, but don't worry, my beauty, we won't let you waste away."
She lapped her hands. The two guards left the cell and returned almost immediately with two bowls of rice. At a signal from Sangra, who had just made Li-Anne sit on the floor and had bound her crossed ankles, the guards set the bowls down on the concrete. The Director, who was now held on her leash by Mariko, shook the rope with her hands. Having attracted attention, she pointed to her gag with one finger.
"True, it wouldn't be easy to eat with that in your mouth," the giantess conceded. "Mariko, take her gag off."
Mariko untied the Director's stocking gag. She coughed and spat out her own panties which she had been tasting for a full twelve hours. She sat down next to Li-Anne and gave her a sad and resigned little smile. "Hello, Li-Anne."
"Hello, Boss," Li-Anne replied answered simply.
"Don't waste too much time on ceremony. Your banquet won't last very long," remarked Sangra dryly.
"How can I eat my rice with my hands behind my back?" demanded Li-Anne, indignantly.
"Get on with it; I'm sure you can manage. Dogs can do it well enough can't they?" roared the giantess.
Li-Anne looked up at them from her squatting position. It was not the physical act of lapping up her rice that distressed her so much as having to do it in front of four witnesses, five including the Director who could at least use her fingers to eat her rice. If it had been only a question of hunger, she would have crawled to the bowl without hesitation, but she was paralysed by shame.
The Director leaned forward and took a handful of rice with her bound hands and instead of lifting it to her own mouth, she offered it to Li-Anne. The young woman sighed, "Thank you!" and swallowed the mouthful of rice. The Director fed her the rest of the bowl the same way.
"What a beautiful gesture," Sangra commented coldly. The Director now took Li-Anne's bowl and moved it closer so that she could have some food too. The giantess allowed her to take two mouthfuls then grabbed her wrist. "We don't have time for that. Meal time has finished!"
She handed the rope which bound the Director's wrists to Mariko, who wound it round her own wrist, shortening the leash. As Mariko was standing up, the Director had to lift her hands above her head.
"What do you want to do to us now?" she asked in a tired voice.
"For now, to keep you quiet," Mariko replied and with her free hand she pushed the Director's saliva-soaked panties back into the mouth she had been rash enough to open. She bent down and re-tied the stocking over the panties, trapping her hair under the gag.
While this was happening, Sangra had retrieved the socks from the floor and restored them to their former place, one in and one over Li-Anne's mouth, to her utter despair. After waiting a moment to enjoy the prisoners' look of defeat, once again choked and despondent in their disgusting gags.
"I will entrust them to you. Keep them securely tied, especially this little pest," Sangra instructed Mariko. "I am more worried about her. I will deal with her when I have time, but the Queen is waiting for me now.
"You can count on me," replied Mariko. She had a long rope and advanced on the captives like a panther stalking its prey.