Slaves of The Pentacle - Part 3
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by Simon Grail
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Lyn Caxton and her daughter Pippa have become the unwilling agents of the powerful alchemist and thuamaturgist Viktor Wolff in a quest to free him from his enforced exile in this world. Lyn together with Wolff's devoted slave Dawn have been sent through to Wolff's strange parallel home world where women serve as naked slaves, inferior even to golem servants, and where their minds and bodies can be moulded to suit their masters' desires. However Lyn's mission to track down five stolen pentacle girls is interrupted by a rogue golem servant who takes her and Dawn prisoner. Meanwhile Pippa must endure being intimately and painfully ringed by Wolff for his amusement. This is the third in the series of adventures of Lyn and Pippa as they struggle to survive humiliation and torment both here and in the slave world of Albion Magna.
eBook Publisher: Fiction4All/FetishWorld,
eBookwise Release Date: March 2012
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [80 KB]
Reading time: 49-68 min.
Mother and daughter Lyn and Pippa Caxton are being held captive by Viktor Wolff, a thaumaturgist from a parallel world called Albion Magna, who has the power to alter women's minds and bodies to make them perfect slaves. Wolff needs their help to unlock the pentacle gateway in his cellar that has been sabotaged by rival mage Giles Durand, preventing Wolff from returning home. To do so they must track down the five pentacle girls Durand stole from Ravenstone Castle, Wolff's private estate. Lyn suspects Durand has secretly sold them through a slave emporium in Albion's capital city Trinovantium. While Pippa is held hostage by Wolff in our world, Lyn and Dawn, Wolff's devoted slave, posing as a wealthy lady and her slave pet, set off for the capital in Wolff's luxurious limousine, driven by chauffeur Swarton, one of Wolff's golem servants. But suddenly Swarton turns off the highway onto a forest road and refuses to obey their orders..
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'Swarton, listen to me!' Lyn said into the speaking tube. 'Viktor Wolff is your master. He ordered you to take us to Trinovantium. You must obey your master's orders.'
Through the glass panel set in the partition dividing the passenger compartment from the driver's cab, they saw Swarton shake his head. 'Viktor Wolff is not my master, Madam,' he repeated with polite implacability. 'I am obeying the orders of my new master.'
Dawn said into the tube: 'Who is your new master?'
'I am ordered not to reveal that information, Slave Dawn,' Swarton said.
Dawn looked at Lyn in alarm. 'It has to be Durand, Mistress. Who else could it be?'
'But how could he turn him like this? I thought all the castle golems had to follow Wolff's orders?'
'It must have been when Durand raided Ravenstone and immobilized the golems so he could steal the pentacle girls, Mistress. He secretly reprogrammed Swarton to be his spy. He's been a sleeper until now.'
Lyn looked at the dense wall of trees passing by on either side of them and decided they could not risk going any further to face who knew what fate. She took hold of the door handle. 'Are you ready to bale out?'
Dawn gave a brave smile. 'I go wherever you go, Mistress.'
Lyn gathered herself and then twisted the handle. But the door would not open. Dawn tried the other side but it was also locked. Lyn attempted to wind down a window but it would not budge. Dawn took out the ice bucket from the drinks' cabinet and pounded it against the glass, the impacts making her naked breasts jump and jiggle, but without other effect. Wolff had clearly paid for quality and security when he bought the car and now it seemed Swarton had added driver controlled central locking. Desperately Dawn attacked the partition between them and the driver's cab, but it also held.
Swarton's voice sounded faintly from the speaking tube: 'You are not permitted to escape, Madam.'
Lyn snatched up the tube again. 'Where are you taking us?'
'Where you can be kept secure while I contact the master and he comes for you, Madam.'
'How long will that be?'
'I do not know, Madam.'
Lyn rammed the stopper back into the speaking tube. Then she frowned and examined it more closely. The stopper had been carefully perforated with small holes. Swarton had been able to hear everything they said even when it had not been in use. She held it up so Dawn could see and then buried the end of the tube down the side of the seat cushions.
Trying not to let her fear overwhelm her, Lyn said: 'Swarton was a good choice for a double agent. He gets to travel outside the castle, he's in charge of the transport and knows when people are going somewhere. Inside the car he can listen in to everything that's said back here. Until a few minutes ago he all he knew was we were going up to town and that we'd direct him once we got there. Then we mentioned Valentine's Emporium.'
'And that triggered him. He must have been told to listen out for that name. That means it must be the place Durand sold the girls! You guessed right, Mistress.'
'Looks like it. But it won't do us any good if Durand gets hold of us. The earliest Wolff expected us back was this evening. If we had to stay in town overnight we were to send a telegram to the castle reporting our progress for Oranrod to pass on to him. So it's about eight hours until the earliest moment Wolff might suspect something's wrong. But then what can he do?'
'He might send Pippa through to search for us. There is another car she could use and Oranrod and the other servants would help her.'
'I don't want Pippa coming here, not now we know we can't even trust the servants!'
'If the Master commands she'll come, Mistress. She'll want to anyway if she knows you're in trouble. The same way you would for her. That's why the Master chose you both.'
In her heart Lyn know what Dawn said was true. 'Then we'll have to get out of this mess by ourselves before that happens.'
Dawn took Lyn's hand. 'We will, Mistress. You're so smart. You'll think of something.'
Touched by Dawn's faith in her, Lyn tried to sound confident. 'I'll do my best. What else should I know about golems that I don't already?'
'They function as long as their motive essence tank is kept topped up, Mistress. They don't sleep and they don't get bored. And normally they're very loyal, especially to their maker. It can't have been easy re-programming Swarton.'
'Why's he still being so polite to us?'
'That's his basic social programming, Mistress. Durand probably didn't touch that.'
'Can they run very fast?'
'I don't think I've ever seen one run, Mistress. But even if they weren't fast they wouldn't get tired.'
The big black and gold teardrop-shaped car slowed and turned off the road onto an overgrown, rutted gravel and dirt track that set it rocking on its springs. Lyn and Dawn clung to each other to stop themselves sliding about the seat. After a minute of bumping and wallowing and bushes swiping the sides of the car the trees parted to reveal a clearing as overgrown as the track. In the middle was a large, dilapidated structure looking like a very long barn with a double peaked shingled roof.
Lyn pulled the speaking tube out from the side of the seat and said: 'What is this place, Swarton?'
'An abandoned saw mill, Madam. I have been directed to use this as the rendezvous.'
'I have been ordered not to say, Madam.'
'What is this person going to do with us?'
'I do not know, Madam.'
Lyn covered the end of the speaking tube again. 'When he opens the door we run for it in different directions. If you can get back to the main road flag down a car. Tell the police, or get anybody you can back here. Durand won't turn up if there are witnesses.'
'I'll distract Swarton while you get away, Mistress. You're more important than I am.'
'No I'm not.'
'Sorry, Mistress,' Dawn said, looking pale but defiant. 'I have my orders as well. Durand won't care about me. I'm just a slave. It's the Master's agent he'll want.'
Lyn smiled and hugged and kissed the younger woman, which she knew pleased Dawn immensely as her large nipples, which had been down, sprang up to their normal shameless state of tumescence. END EXCERPT