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Subject: {ASSM} Drill Team in Bondage at the Renaissance Festival
Date: Fri,  4 Oct 2002 19:10:04 -0400
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Drill Team at the Festival


    Diane and Marie stood in the line-up.  Their shoulders were 
drawn back, their breasts thrust out proudly.  Their wrists were 
crossed just at the small of their back over the small ruffle of 
organza at their tailbone.  The Madison Junior College Southern 
Belles stood at attention. 
    Although they were seniors, and officers of the drill team, 
they stood with all the other girls.  It was a cool November, and 
they were performing at the Texas Renaissance Festival.  All 30 of 
the girls were there, and Mrs. Jenkins, their faculty supervisor. 
    They were nearing the end of their routine, and Diane knew 
they had done well, because a crowd of onlookers, mostly male, had 
paid them rapt attention.
    Diane had helped design their outfits, and used a southern 
plantation theme.  All the girls wore a frilly blouse, with sheer 
long sleeves.  The neckline came up to a two inch collar, but 
there was no modesty due to the whisper sheer bodice that was 
enhanced by the special push-up bras that they all wore.  Their 
short skirts were but flouncy ruffles over petticoats.  Their 
routine called for them to bend over, and flip them up to show 
their valentine printed panties. 
    Sheer dark hose and white four-inch heels with thick ankle 
straps completed their outfits.  All the girls wore their hair 
down to their shoulders, and curled loosely. 
    Cool though the weather was, the routine was strenuous, and 
the girls worked up a bit of heat.  
    They were dismissed by Mrs. Jenkins to wander about the 
grounds.  It was two in the afternoon.  They had three hours of 
daylight left, and the were leaving on the bus left for Huntsville 
at about eight that night.
    The Festival had always had a rather raunchy reputation, 
though it was heavily promoted in all the nearby towns.  A lot of 
beer-drinking went on, and often by the end of the day, many of 
the guests got pretty sauced.
    Diane and Marie, walking together to get a Coke, stepped over 
one couple on the grass heavily making out.
    After they got their Cokes, it started to sprinkle, so they 
went and asked Mrs. Jenkins for raincoats.  She always carried 
plastic raincoats with her to protect the girls' outfits.  They 
weren't just ponchos - they were full long-sleeved raincoats, with 
hoods, collars and belts that fully protected the girls from the 
rain.
    As she handed the two girls the pouches, she adminished them 
to behave themselves as ladies, and noted that she was going to 
the pavilion to watch the tournament. 
    When the two girls put them on, and carefully buttoned them 
up, the were instantly quite hot as a result of their recent 
exertion, and the natural heat of the plastic.  They were giggling 
as they buckled the straps under each other's chin when they heard 
a raucus voice. 
    "They are there, the two who didn't pay!" 
    They turned to see a hunchback character in medieval garb, and 
two ghoulish-looking women.  The knew that these "characters" at 
the Festival were actors from local colleges and towns, and they 
were paid to add color to the Festival.
    "Hey!" protested Diane, "Mrs Jenkins told us the Cokes were 
free since we performed here."
    "Free?" jeered the two women in unison.  "Nothing's free here, 
dearie, as you will soon find out!"
    Marie and Diane looked around for Mrs. Jenkins, but she nor 
any of the other team members were anywhere to be seen.
    "Well, that will be time in the stocks for sure!" said the 
hunchback.
    Marie looked at Diane and smiled.  She had seen the stocks 
earlier that day.  They locked people up in them, and then let them 
go later.  She didn't see why they shouldn't play along.  Besides, 
all the attention might be fun! 
    "All right," said Marie.  "How long do we have to spend in the 
stocks?"
    "Speak for yourself!" protested Diane.  "I am not going to be 
locked up in stocks in this outfit in front of the whole festival!  
How humiliating can you get!"
    "Come on, be a sport," chided Marie.  "It's just for fun."
    "Aye," said the hunchback.  "Fun it is, now place your wrists 
behind you, that you may be bound!"
    "Bound!" said Diane.
    "Come on, Diane, don't be a spoilsport!   Look - you can tie 
my wrists - I'm not afraid."
    One of the woman pulled a long thin cord from her purse, and 
handed it to Diane.  Diane, seeing Marie standing before her with 
her wrists crossed behind her, asked the scruffy woman, "Do you 
have any more rope?"
    The woman opened her bag to reveal an assortment of ropes, 
straps, and chains.
    "This might be fun after all!" said Diane.
    Rather than placing the ropes about the wrists of Marie, she 
formed a loop, and encircled the elbows of the young woman.  The 
sheer nylon sleeves, and the plastic raincoat offered no friction 
to the tightening loopes, and her elbows were inexorably pulled 
together, then cinched and knotted.
    "Diane!" gasped Marie, "It's so tight!"
    Marie's wrists were next, and Diane tightly encircled, 
cinched and knotted them as well.  A long rope crushed her arms to 
her torso and framed her outthrust breasts.  A firm knot was made 
at her belly button.
    "Good job!" noted the hunchback.  "Now it's your turn."  
Diane, knowing it was only fair that she be also bound, offered no 
resistance as the two women took her plastic covered sleeves, and 
bound her wrists tightly in an "X".  Although her elbows were not 
also bound, a shoulder harness was affixed of rope and her wrists 
were drawn tightly up and secured well above the middle of her 
back.
    "You never answered my question," said the tightly trussed 
Marie.  "How long do we have to spend in the stocks before you let 
us go?"
    The two women laughed with glee.  The hunchback shook his 
head.  "You will spend 1 hour in the stocks and anyone may pay to 
kiss you to make up the price of the Cokes that you have stolen.  
After that you will be taken to the blacksmith shop where your 
irons will be affixed, and then onto the tournament to be placed 
in display for the remainder of the night."
    "What!" said the now bound girls.  But rubber balls, with 
leather straps running through them were quickly taken out, and 
this muffled their protests.  Collars were locked about the 
plastic hoods the two girls wore, and they were half lead, half 
dragged to the stocks. 
    It had stopped raining, but now bound in their raincoats, they 
were quite hot, but that was currently the least of their 
problems.  They were practically crying as they mounted the stairs 
to the stocks, which were situated about five feet off the ground.
    They were shocked that they were not untied, but instead were 
required to bend forward and have their heads locked into the 
heavy timbers as their wrists remained trussed behind them.  
    Their feet were spread wide, and spreader stocks locked about 
their ankles.   The balance in their heels was precarious.  Gagged 
and bound, they began to weep.
    A large croud had gathered to watch.  The hunchback addressed 
the crowd.
    "These two women stole from the concessions.  We hereby offer 
kisses from their luscious lips to pay their ransom.  A penny each 
will buy a kiss, to pay their bill of two dollars each!"
    The girls squealed and wept in protest and immediately a line 
began to form.  Their ball-gags were removed, and the kissing 
began.
    Only pennies were accepted as payment, and only one kiss was 
allowed per turn in line, but needless to say, many men simply 
went to the back of the line. 
    The girls were fairly mauled as the men, with full use of 
their hands permitted, took their plastic covered curls full in 
their hands and took their full oral pleasure with them.  Many a 
hand reached under the rough timbers to squeeze a nubile breast, 
taught at the nipple.
    After what seems an intermineable period, the funds were 
raised, and the girls were re-gagged, and waited out their initial 
hour in the stocks.  In their bent position, may a hand found its 
way to feel their sheer dark hose, and their flouncy petticoats.  
They sweated profusely in their hot plastic raincoats, and drool 
fell from their ball-gagged lips.
    A cart pulled in front of them, drawn by horses.  Straw was in 
the back of the cart, and a rough muscled character held the 
reins.
    "Are these the girls that needs the chaining?" 
    "Yep," answered the hunchback.  "Do 'em full up.  Tight and 
heavy!"
    The girls were practically fainting from fear.  What had 
seemed like a lark to Marie now had turned into a horror, and she 
as bound wrist and elbow after having been orally raped by every 
grungy man at the festival!  Now they were taking about placing 
her in heavy chains!
    A key was produced, and the lock that held the heavy timber 
over their necks snicked open.  With great effort, the hunchback 
lifted up the wood.  Despite the removal of the oaken timber, the 
girls could barely move. 
    Almost gently, he took first Diane, then Marie, and helped 
them to stand.  Their wrists and hands were blue from lack of 
circulation.  The spreader stocks at their feet were released, and 
they took tentative steps.
    Once they gained their footing, the blacksmith pulled his cart 
up to the steps and they were roughly led to the cart, where they 
were laid down and their ankles were quicky and tightly trussed by 
thin hemp cord. 
    Marie was glad for her dark seamed hose that some protection 
was afforded from the cutting fibers.
    At the Festival, two bound maidens in a horse-drawn cart was 
nothing out of the ordinary, so they were not followed to the 
smithy's shop.
    The cart drove into the open-air shop itself, and the girls 
were left in their bondage while the smith prepared their irons.
    After a time, he came up on the cart, and taking shears, 
snipped of all their bonds, and left them untied in the back of 
the cart.  His experience told him that give the length and 
tightness of their recent bondage, flight was physically and 
psychologically impossible.
    Marie was first.  Diane did not watch as she was taken and 
made to kneel by the anvil.  A steel band that was open was placed 
about her wrist.  Chain was strategically placed and hot rivet was 
taken from the fire.  Marie winced and the hammer, with a single 
blow flattened the hot iron rivet squashed on either side of the 
metal places, resounding with frightening permanence.
    The smithy was swift and sure, and inside of a quarter hour, 
both young maidens were weighted in ponderous iron riveted about 
their slender throats, wrists, and ankles.
    Now sobbing in despair, they were again loaded in the straw-
covered cart.
    A short ride later, they arrived at the tournament, and 
despite the weight of their encumberances, were forced to shuffle 
to the box of the King, and they were there chained to the arena 
wall.
    Mrs. Jenkins came up to them.  "Well girls, you certainly have 
done yourselves in this time!  I believe that this little episode 
calls for some strict discipline when we get back to campus."
    Diane had composed herself, and stood demurely in her chains.  
Her ordeal had severely mussed her outfit, and the thin plastic 
raincoat she had on was tattered.
    "We are really sorry, Mrs. Jenkins, but all we did was get a 
Coke, and before we knew it we were tied up and in the stocks!"
    Marie chimed in, "And look at these chains we are locked in!"
    "I am sure it is no more than you two girls deserve," returned 
their instructor.  "In fact, the blacksmith has agreed to do a 
sound job of trussing you in tight, thin ropes for the bus ride 
home after your shackles are removed at the end of the day.  But, 
I see that the tournament is starting.  You two have an excellent 
vantage point, Enjoy the show!"
    She quickly walked away.  Diane looked at Marie.  How had Mrs. 
Jenkins known about the blacksmith?

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