Chains rattled in the deep dungeon as Linda struggled against her bindings, fur brushing against the rough wood of the table she was chained to. It was no use. The iron shackles weren't budging and she could barely move her waist at all. Even her tail was tied down and her legs separated by a spreader. Looking around, all she could see were the rough stone walls and crackling fire of the torches. As far as she could tell she was alone- until her ears flicked at the sound of approaching footsteps. In a moment, the dungeon door creaked open and a woman in a black, silk dress strolled in.

"Well well, of all the things that could have happened today, I never would have guessed my patrols would have stumbled across such a treasure. Linda Wright, the Warrior of the North Wood herself, will have the fine graces of sampling my dungeon."

"Janice," Linda sneered as she looked back. "I smelled your cum-drenched lips the moment I woke up."

"Charming as always, Linda," Janice said as picked a riding crop from the wall and began to examine it. "I guess we'll have to find a new cum-drenched smell to fill these halls. Perhaps yours." With a whip of her wrist, the crop struck Linda's bare ass with a loud smack.

Linda jolted from the strike but didn't yield a cry. "Nice bluff but you know Lord Adder-"

She was cut off as the crop struck her again, accompanied by Janice's cruel laugh. "Lord Adder? You think I secured you for him? Oh no, no, no, this is all for me my Warrior of the North Wood. I am going to enjoy the divine pleasure of tearing you down, breaking you like a horse, and then displaying you like a piece of cheap furniture. You're out of tricks and Adder's desires to have you for himself won't save you. When I'm through, you'll wish you were still in Lord Hassan's harem because in Lady Kaleen's house, there is no dignity among slaves. Now get comfortable. When I return, you will receive your first lesson in depravity."

There was another loud crack as Linda's ass jiggled from a final, hard blow from the crop and Lady Kaleen turned to leave, slamming the dungeon door behind her. Linda listened carefully as she heard the footsteps grow distant and then, once they were sufficiently far away, she began to squirm against the table, ass rolling and chest pressed against the coarse wood. With each nudge, she edged her spell-bound dagger just a little further around her bicep. For all that Kaleen had in cruelty, Linda could always count on her arrogance. These bindings may have been more dramatic but she would soon see the error of her ways when Linda drew the dagger with her teeth and, using it's power, broke her bindings and stormed her manor from below; all according to plan.

-TB