Chapter 30: A Fateful Day


    Chapter 30: A Fateful Day


    The next night, after the two girls had spent the day in the Blue Room, one in stocks and one in a


    pillory, they were again taken to their Master’s bedroom. This time he introduced Melinda to anal sex,


    after tying her firmly over the edge of the bed.


    Over the next week he took great delight in using the small whip to force them into whatever he wanted


    them to do. By the end of that week, however, he found that the whip was not necessary. Spending


    their days in very ufortable restraints made them obedient to his orders. It was obvious they were


    also finding pleasure in these acts. Darlene became as meek and obedient as any woman ever could


    be. She never needed the whip or the threat of it to make her obey his slightest orders. Melinda still


    talked of escape when alone with Darlene, but no possibility of that happening presented itself. So she


    obeyed the Master even when she hated what she was forced to do.


    This continued into a second week; torments by day and wild sexual acts by night. And always the


    Master’s orders and no chance for escape.


    Reggie, the Master, even allowed Angus to screw Melinda once. He had hoped that being fucked by


    the help would make her feel degraded, but the young woman apparently enjoyed the act.


    Things might have continued in this manner for a long time, but there came that disastrous Tuesday,


    exactly thirty days after the arrival of the girls at Harcourt Lodge.


    A couple days before the milestone had been reached, their Master had actually asked them their


    names and began using them instead of calling them “You.” Melinda was not certain if that was an


    improvement or not because the harsh treatment continued.


    Susan snuck in and used her whip on their asses, but only a few strokes. She was careful to not mark


    them up so greatly as to call attention to herself. But each time, she hit them an extra stroke and harder


    so they knew it was only a matter of time before she could no longer hold in her urges and really let


    loose on them.


    On that Tuesday morning, the two of them were being attached to a fence in the courtyard. It was


    raining, not hard but steady and cold. An hour or two standing in the rain, tied to the rails of a wooden


    fence would be a change from the cages and stocks inside. Darlene was tied first. Angus did the job,


    standing her up against the fence, draping her arms over the top rail, and then binding her wrists


    together. He wound rope around her waist and tied the wrists to that. The result was to hold her against


    the rail. He also each ankle to a fence post, forcing her to stand with legs wide spread, exposing her


    sex and making it avable for use, should Angus wish to have a quick fuck in the rain.


    Melinda was bound in the same manner to a rail nearby. The only difference was that her ankles were


    bound together with rope rather than apart. The Master had told Angus that he could use Darlene as he


    wished, but to not screw the younger one unless explicitly given permission. So he did not spread her


    legs, lest he be tempted by a wide-open pussy.


    It was a mistake.


    Angus left them to return to the warmth of the lodge. Darlene sighed and lowered her head to patiently


    endure this torment. Melinda, however, began to struggle. The ropes around her wrists were too tight


    and too cleverly knotted for her to work free. She twisted her body and tried to pull her hands free but


    failed. Just when it appeared that she would have to resign herself to the rain, she realized that she


    had been tied with her knees slightly bent. By straightening her legs, she could exert an upward force


    against the rail. That she did, straining with all her might. The rail bent upward some. It was not thick,


    but enough so that she could normally not have broken it, even with the leverage of her legs. But the


    wooden fence was old, and parts of it were weathered and even rotted. Thus it was that the rail burst


    out of hole in the post, tearing a rotten section out.


    Melinda suddenly found herself standing there with her arms draped over a loose rail. She twisted and


    began hopping to one side. After a few feet, her arms slide off the loose end of the rail. With her arms


    no longer over the rail, the ropes around her waist were looser. She rubbed them against a fence post.


    In a few minutes of hard work, she had a part of the rope move over and her fingers touching a knot.


    Another few minutes and she was pulling the ropes off her hands.


    A wild look of joy shone on her face. Quickly she sat down and untied the rope from her feet. Then she


    rushed over to Darlene. She looked round but no one was in sight. With eager fingers she tore at the


    knots of Darlene’s binding.


    “Come, now’s our chance!” she whispered. “Let’s run for it!”


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    Run they did. For a few steps, Darlene ran alongside Melinda. But as they were about to leave the


    courtyard and cross the road towards the forest, Darlene slowed down. Melinda, not noticing, continued


    running as best she could on high heels and quickly disappeared between the trees.


    Darlene stood there, rain dripping off her naked body, her face a mask of conflicting emotions.


    Freedom, or at least the possibility of it, stood before her. Behind her was very. Most women would


    have been running as fast as their legs could carry them away from that horrid ce.


    Darlene only stood there.


    For a long time conflicting emotions churned within her. She wrung her hands before her and looked


    around. Still no one had seen her.


    She turned, bowed her head and walked back to the lodge. She opened a side door and walked


    through the kitchen, down a corridor and into the Master’s den. He was busy at theputer, but


    looked up to find a naked girl dripping water on his carpet.


    “Melinda’s escaped,” she told him without a trace of emotion in her voice. “You have to catch her before


    she gets to the authorities.”


    For a long second, Reggie simply stared at the dripping wet girl. Then he pressed a button on his desk


    to summon Angus. When the Scotsman came in he showed little surprise at the totally unrestrained


    woman.


    “Get Susan to take her downstairs and secure her. Then join me. We have a runaway ve to track


    down.”


    “Yes, sir.”