Chapter 5

My fantasy babe would be Charisma Carpenter from Angel. E-mail

Oh, you're so nasty!! Shame on you! I loved it. Bring Becky back into to your stories. She is so sexy since the experiences she went through. E-mail

Nicole fell into a restless sleep in her sumptuous guest bedroom. She was dressed in a long silk nightie; her ample pink breast glowing through the light white fabric. Her thoughts had been uncomfortable to say the least. Why had she acted like that? Even now she couldn't get the taste of spunk from her young lips. She remembered how hard their cocks had been, her fingers gripping purposefully. And that German bitch, acting as if she was a cheap whore. Ugh! She struggled to dream without the images of peroxide harlots and aroused boys filling her head.

A few floors below Kristen still sat in front of the roaring fire. It was late but she wouldn't sleep. There was too much to do these days. The busty Nicole was here for the week but she knew one of her other guest needed to leave soon. She would be going back to the States, her media colleagues picking her up tomorrow. Kristen smiled remembering how she had convinced her to stay and enjoy the Castles hospitality while the others searched for sites to finish a new TV series. "Such a sweet lady," Kristen thought, "she would be missed if we kept her here. But we also have need for sleepers ready to rise up for the cause."

Kristen circled the rim of her wine glass with a long manicured finger. Nicole had been manipulated by the hypnosis but it had been little fun. The boys would also be easily swayed now they'd seen the sexual delights her cause could offer them. But men always followed the will of their cocks. That also offered little challenge. Kristen heard the clipping jack boots of her tall beautiful Redhead disciple. Becky dressed in her black SS kit stood to attention her fine chest thrust forward hidden under a tight black shirt.

"Ah my dear," Kristen said not looking away from the fire. "I have a little job for you."

Becky remained silent her head raise ruby lips pursed and glimmering.

"I'd like Nicole to meet our other lady guest this evening. Make sure they get fully acquainted. Is that clear?"

The redhead gave a curt nod, a lustful glint in her eye.

Nicole woke with a start, the lights blazing her covers been ripped from the bed. For a brief second she forgot where she was then she saw elegant four poster bed around her, the open fire still glowing. There were two strangely uniformed men in her room who she'd never seen before. She blushed covering her heaving chest with an arm her thin material nightie barely hiding her charms. With them was the young stunner who had welcomed her vehicle when she arrived. Like then she was still in a tight shapely black trouser suit, her leather trousers flared at the thighs like old WW1 flyers, long leather boots gleaming. Back then she had been polite almost grovelling in her welcome, now she acted much differently.

"Get up, move!" Becky snapped the men grabbing Nicole's arms pulling her to her feet. The busty woman wriggled but didn't really fight. She was too confused, what had she done, was she in trouble? Becky wouldn't answer. Nicole, bare foot was marched down winding cold steps deeper and deeper. By the time she decided to really start resisting it was far too late, the tunnel she was in obviously beneath the castle, dug into the solid cliff face.

They came to what Nicole could only guess was a solid cell door before Becky turned to speak to her.

"Be still," she ordered the men still wrestling with her. Nicole reduced her wriggling her night shirt now dusty and rumpled her hair bedraggled hanging over her cute face. She still felt like it was a dream. "I don't understand what's going on, please explain what's happening!" But the young beauty just smiled and opened the cell door.

Once inside Nicole screamed in horror as the door slammed shut behind her. The room was large for a cell, more like a torture chamber the wall made of stone the air dry and humid. It was crammed with devices which Nicole didn't even dare think would be used for, the light created by a row of medieval type flaming torches hung from the walls. But it was the far wall that shocked her the most; a giant red flag with a white circle in it. The black swastika emblazed inside it.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" She moaned as she was pushed forward. The she saw the other woman sat in the corner her hands tied behind her back. The woman looked up her beautiful face a little drawn and very worried. Nicole thought she recognised her but couldn't tell from where. The woman was high cheekbone elegant, very shapely with a fine in proportion bosom. She was dress just in a long baseball t-shirt her well tanned knees curled up ankles bound. Her hair was dark almost black and it flowed over her shoulders like a waterfall.

Becky smiled and gestured to the older woman. "Lets get introduced, Nicole this is Charisma." Nicole eyes widened "Off course Charisma Carpenter the TV actress." Charisma wasn't in mood for introductions. "Let me fucking go you black suited bitch!"

Becky smiled kneeling close to her and gently touching her leg. Charisma shied away.

"Oh Miss Carpenter," she purred in her now half German half American droll." That's no way to talk to your lover!" Charismas eyes widened, "What the fuck?" She had assumed this was all some sort of ransom demand." What the fuck do you mean?" She continued her voice less confident.

Becky moved away snapping her fingers and the two goons pressed Nicole's shoulders collapsing her into a large chair that looked like a wooden throne. On each arm were manacles and she screamed as her wrists were locked down onto the wood. Both women were trembling; Charisma shaking more and more her long firm calves shivering. "Oh Jez, no!" she cried as Becky removed a large red strap on from a carved oak chest. She stepped into it wiggling her cute leather clad ass pulling the curved red rubber up to her pelvis. The women gazed at the banana length the tip a bizarre shape. The 7 inch rubber cock finish in a semi hard plastic swastika looking like the strap on had a strange crooked propeller.