The two maidens ff

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Mar 30, 2013 11:21 am

It was a very hot summers’ day. The sun was shining; the grass was green; the birds were chirping merrily in the trees; all was, pretty much, well in the world.

In a dark, damp prison-cell beneath a big old manor-house 15 year old Isabella stood. She was dressed in a tightly laced corset, a long sleeved black t-shirt, with the words “Iron Maiden” written on it in red and white letters, a waist long black, heavy, velvet long sleeved jacket, and an ankle-long yellow wool skirt, with about half a dozen cotton petticoats and a pair of dark blue, wool ribbed pantyhose. Her thick, waist long blonde hair was put in two braids and put inside a large white, wool cap. She wore brown knee-high, laced heavy leather boots, and her hands were shackled above her head.
Her brother, 17 year old John, had put her there a couple of hours earlier, promising her boyfriend, Anton, would soon come and rescue her.

“Why, oh why did I agree to play a ‘Damsel-in-distress’?” she despondently thought. “These clothes make me very warm, I’m hungry and I’m thirsty, and I wanna go home. In short; I don’t wanna play this game anymore! I hope, for his sake, Anton comes and rescues me soon; or else he’ll be in a whole lot of trouble!”
As if on cue the door opened, but it was Claudia, her 14 year old sister who stood there, not Anton. She too, like Isabella, was dressed in a corset, t-shirt, velvet jacket, skirt, petticoats, wool pantyhose, and knee-high boots, but her skirt and petticoats were only knee-length, and a wool cap over her dark waist-long, braided hair. She was carrying a bucket of water and a ladle. She filled the ladle and offered it to her sister.

After having emptied it, Isabella asked if Anton was on his way to rescue her.
“I don’t know. I don’t think so; not anytime soon, anyway.” Claudia replied. “They went to town in Johns’ car about an hour ago telling me to dress like this, and to give you water fairly regularly.”
“Well, mighty nice of them to finally remember me, down here, wasn’t it?” Isabella dryly snorted. “I don’t suppose they gave you the keys to the cuffs?” When she saw her sister silently shaking her head, she sighed and said: “No, of course they didn’t. And I don’t suppose they gave you an explanation to why they wanted me to be dressed like this, either?”
Again, Claudia shook her head. “But if it is any consolation to you, I vowed to be for as long as you are.”
Suddenly, they could hear the phone ring. Claudia closed and locked the door, and went upstairs to answer it as fast as she could, leaving Isabella once more alone in the dark. When she came back down she told her sister, the boys would be back soon, and that Isabella just had to endure.
“Haven’t got much of a choice but to endure, now do I?” she complained.
“Again, it is any consolation; I would switch places with you in a heart-beat, if I could.” Claudia tried to comfort her sister.
“Yes, I know; maybe next time?” Isabella sighed.
“Mm, maybe next time.” Claudia agreed.

In a room high up in one of the towers, the two girls lay in bed. They were dressed in flowery, ankle-long, wool night-gowns and knitted, knee-high wool bed-socks; silk ribbons tied to their thighs made sure they wouldn’t slip off. Their hands were tightly balled and covered in knitted wool pouches, which were tied in place using silk ribbons around their wrists. Their hair was still in braids, and covered with large wool caps.
They were cuffed to the beds by their wrists, waists, and ankles by leather-cuffs and belts. Cotton sheets and wool blankets were tightly tucked in under their mattresses, both at the sides and at the bottom.
“I can’t believe John! Not only has he made us use these warm clothes in bed, but he also put us in thick diapers. Right now I’m so warm and itchy I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep at all tonight!” Claudia complained.
“Serves you right, in that case,” Isabella grunted, “for not telling him when to stop! I tried to, but he kept insisting on us both wanting him to stop! And you kept telling him: ‘Bring it on!’ whenever he suggested a new thing; even though I told you, we were probably going to be very hot and uncomfortable in the long run!”
“Yes, yes; I know; big sis knows best, as always!” Claudia hissed. “For once, I wanted to try something different. Is that such a bad thing?”
Isabella tried to calm her down, by saying: “No! Of course it’s not a bad thing, wanting to try something new and different!” Only to make things worse again by adding: “But sometimes; you do have to listen to people, who has got more experience than you!”
The argument went on until late that night; neither girl wanting to be the first to say “I’m sorry”.
Whazzzz up!.