The Adventures of Elise and Victoria Stone (Part 3)
By atfirstdawn

*Mature content warning
© Keira Morrison/ atfirstdawn & DarklordMenchi 2013


Elise’s eyes flitted between her unconscious sister’s body and the woman standing over her holding a gun. Elise knew this woman to be Elizabeth Andrews, the dark floral dress which matched the rest of the apartment that Elise and her sister had broken into was proof enough of who she was.

Upon seeing the sodden rag Elizabeth held in her other hand, Elise’s mind reconstructed the scene she had missed between her fallen sister and the obviously dangerous woman.

While Elise had been in Elizabeth’s bedroom making her shocking discovery, Victoria had been alone in Elizabeth’s kitchen. Victoria had been rummaging through the cupboards full of expensive china and wondering how long it would have taken for Elizabeth to get every plate and bowl to match, it had been then that Victoria had felt the barrel of the gun on the back of her head. A whispered threat had passed from Elizabeth’s lips to Victoria’s ear telling her not to make any sudden movements or noises; a slow nod of understanding from Victoria was met with a soft wet rag being brought over her mouth and nose. The strong sickly sweet smell had rendered Victoria unconscious almost instantly, the sounds of her sister screaming her name had been the last sounds she had heard as her body fell entirely limp and her eyes fell completely closed.  

Elise’s mind was sick with worry, not for herself, but for her sister. Elise couldn’t shake the feeling of how helpless her sister must have felt, wanting to scream for help and being fully able to do so but at the risk of losing her life. So much must have gone through her mind, so much fear and so much love… Elise couldn’t help but let her initially shocked gaze turn to an enraged glare as she tore her eyes away from her sister’s motionless form.

“Lovers? …no, sisters… How delightful. Sisters always sell so well.” Elizabeth’s voice was cold and flat, a monotone with no hint of emotion, yet Elise heard her words with an imagined maniacal laughter…

Elise’s tongue was ready to verbally tear Elizabeth into shreds but the sheer rage that she felt towards her sister’s attacker choked her, there was too much she wanted to say and too much anger to form words, though she knew her eyes were doing all of the talking.

Slowly, Elizabeth slid the gun from over Victoria’s fallen body and pointed it at Elise. Reluctantly Elise raised her hands while trying to formulate a plan of attack. Elise was taller, skinnier and lankier than the other woman, she was blessed with a long reach and a loping stride, surely with her slender frame and long limbs all it’d take would be one long step towards Elizabeth, pushing the gun away with one hand and attacking with the other… but Elise wasn’t confident in her bullet-dodging skills, even if she were able to disarm her and render her unconscious there was a chance that Elise would be shot in the process, and with Victoria unconscious there’d be no one to help her as she bled out over the kitchen floor. Though, Elise could phone for an ambulance, she knew the address, but that’d land both herself and her sister in jail for the past crimes… Elise knew she was completely out of options.

“I assume you know where the bedroom is. Move!” snarled Elizabeth as she motioned with the gun for Elise to make her way back from where she had come.

Elise turned slowly, her hands still raised at shoulder height; she took her first steps forward and was soon in Elizabeth Andrews’ bedroom. Elise had all but forgotten about the ginger slave under Elizabeth’s bed and for a moment Elise stared down at her with helpless pity in her eyes.

“Close the chamber’s door and push the bed back where you found it.”

Elise hated the sound of Elizabeth’s voice, it was cold and flat with no hint of emotion. Elise clenched her teeth and balled her hands into fists as she walked over to the slave’s chamber and closed its door with a reckless abandon. Still choking on her anger it only took Elise one violent tug to replace the bed into its original position.

“Such anger. I see, you’re a woman who has been in control for far too long.” quipped Elizabeth.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like you know me!” hissed Elise.

“The chest of drawers by the bed. Open the top drawer,” ordered Elizabeth as if she hadn’t heard Elise at all.

Elise knew what was in the top drawer of the bedside cabinet, she’d looked previously to find a heavy assortment of bondage gear, Elise knew what Elizabeth wanted from her - Elizabeth wasn’t going to touch her, she was going to make Elise tie herself up…

“Now!” snapped Elizabeth and forced Elise to kneel down by the chest of drawers. “The blue ball gag and two pairs of handcuffs.” instructed Elizabeth as Elise opened the top drawer.

Elise picked out the blue ball gag from the drawer, it was painfully obvious how much bigger it was compared to the other gags Elizabeth owned, and for a moment Elise wondered if it’d even fit in her mouth, she hoped it wouldn’t…

Opening her mouth with her eyes closed Elise’s heart sank as the large blue ball gag pushed itself between her teeth and snuggly filled her mouth, it was a perfect fit. With a defeated whimper Elise pulled the straps behind her head and began to buckle them, she tried to buckle the gag rather loosely but Elizabeth was ahead of her, stamping her foot and demanding the gag be tied as tightly as possible. In a rage Elise snapped the strap through the buckle and fastened it in place. The gag was now so tight that the large ball had forced itself deeper into her mouth and the straps cut at the corners of her lips and forced them to almost meet over the gag itself.

“Face me.” commanded Elizabeth. Elise turned slowly, her face contorted by the cruelly large gag. Elizabeth chuckled at the sight. “How… fitting for you.”

Elise scowled back at her but was then instructed to take the two sets of handcuffs, cuff her ankles, lie face down on the bed and cuff her hands behind her back. Knowing she had been defeated, Elise complied and swiftly bound herself to spite Elizabeth and to save drawing the scene out any longer.

Setting down the gun on a nearby cabinet, Elizabeth Andrews moved to the chest of drawers beside the bed from which Elsie had taken the cuffs and gag. Once there, she reached into the top drawer and pulled out numerous lengths of thin plastic rope. It was obvious that she was well versed in the practice of binding the defenceless. Within mere moments Elizabeth had tightly hog-tied Elise with the thin plastic rope, the handcuffs around her wrists and ankles serving as useful placeholders.    

Elise had struggled to keep from whimpering through her gag as Elizabeth had pulled tightly on the ropes while tying them, they were so tight that Elise could sense a looming numbness in her limbs almost immediately. Her knees and ankles had been bound to her thighs in a frog-tie like position, her elbows and wrists had been forced together and bound to the cuffs around her ankles, and Elizabeth had even tied Elise’s hair, raising her head with the rope she had tied to her thick black bangs which she had then bound to the rope around her elbows.

The whole situation was embarrassing for Elise, and she hated herself for having been forced into such a helpless position; she was the eldest sister, it was her responsibility to protect her sister but she had failed entirely and now they were both at the mercy of an obvious slave trader.

“Don’t worry about your sister. I’ll keep her safe,” said the slaver, almost as if she knew what Elise had been thinking just seconds before.

Elise moaned through her gag and struggled, she didn’t care how pathetic she looked, she just needed to be free, she needed to save her sister.

Elizabeth Andrews laughed at Elise’s desperate struggling as she stood up from the bed, walked out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen with a gag and a pair of handcuffs…

Elise struggled furiously against her bonds while screaming Elizabeth’s name through the overly large ball gag in her mouth. The handcuffs around her wrists and ankles tore at her flesh and raked at her bones, the pain was excruciating but still Elise struggled. Elizabeth was a dangerous woman and Elise didn’t want her being alone with her sister Victoria, but there was little she could do from within the confines of the strict hog-tie Elizabeth had left her in.

Aside from the muffled screams of Elise through her gag, the apartment was completely silent. Seconds and minutes passed as Elise continued to struggle, hoping that the thin plastic rope would snap or that the handcuffs would break, but neither happened. Instead Elise watched helplessly as Elizabeth walked back into the room with her semi-conscious sister, gagged and with her hands cuffed behind her back.

Elise growled and seethed at Elizabeth while she watched the slave trader push her sister against the bedroom wall before moving over to a nearby closet. Turning her attention to her sister, Elise tried to tell her sister that there was a gun on the cabinet but her words were unintelligible. As Elizabeth opened and began to empty the closet, Victoria was able to take a few steps forward on uncertain legs but, as if she were a young infant, Elizabeth reached out of the closet and pushed Victoria back against the wall where she remained for a few moments longer only to try again and be pushed back in the same manner.

“You’ll enjoy this” Elizabeth said to Elise after throwing the last dark floral dress from the closet onto the floor.  

Morbidly intrigued, Elise watched Elizabeth as she walked into the closet and pulled away the back panel to reveal a small dark alcove. In the alcove were a series of sinister shackles hanging from the stone wall which they had been built into; two pairs hung from near the top of the wall, and another two lay on the floor leading from the wall but hanging from the narrow ceiling was something that froze Elise’s heart, an iron scold’s bridle.

Tears stung Elise’s eyes as Elizabeth stepped out of the closet and took Victoria’s arm. Elise screamed and writhed with fury, helpless to aid her sister as Elizabeth dragged her into the dark alcove behind the closet. Victoria struggled against Elizabeth but was easily over powered. In moments Victoria was being pressed up against the wall of the alcove behind the closet, her hands uncuffed from behind her back and her pathetic attempts at escape being batted away as Elizabeth locked the first shackle around Victoria’s wrist. The second wrist soon followed, leaving Victoria’s hands bound above her head.

Kneeling down, Elizabeth parted Victoria’s legs and shackled her ankles, running her fingers up Victoria’s legs as she stood back up, she pressed her body against Victoria’s and motioned her hands over Victoria’s body and up to the ball gag in her mouth. Unbuckling and throwing the gag to the floor, she took Victoria’s jaw in her hand and forced her head into the open bridle. Elise’s increasingly hoarse screams filled the apartment as Victoria weakly tried to shake the bridle free. The thick iron bar scared Victoria as it pressed down on her tongue and filled her mouth; she whimpered through her half-conscious state and again tried to shake the bridle free.

The bridle closed around Victoria’s head and was locked in place with a padlock. The alcove was covered with the back wall of the closet and then the closet door was shut. Elise was screaming through her tears, writhing through the pain in a desperate struggle to free herself and rescue her sister.

With a hard slap, Elizabeth struck Elise to quiet her. Grabbing Elise’s jaw as she had done with Victoria, she looked deeply into Elise’s rage filled eyes…

“I know who you are. And I have been waiting and praying for this day. Two girls moving up and down the country, robbing the rich, leaving them tied up for the authorities to find… I have so wished that one day you’d decide to try and steal from me.” her voice was sharp and cutting, but her face was smiling “I’m going to give you a choice, the fate of your life and your sister’s life hinges on how you answer…”