The Princess in the Tower

by Cordelia Gregory

  “If you take me back now, I will never come out to the city again and I can’t go back to that,” she told them with firmness. “I can’t live trapped in fear anymore.”

  They stared at her both appearing wary and unconvinced despite their determination the night before. It was too dangerous.

  “I admire your courage, Diana but we can try this again another day. I would feel safer with you back at home where we can…” Alexandrov was talking to her with his stern fatherly voice again leaving no room for negotiation.

  “Lock me away in a tower like a princess again so nothing will happen to me?” she snapped finishing his sentence for him. “I won’t let you do what James did to me.”

  She shook herself away from their hold and prepared to walk away from them and down the street on her own even if she could barely manage it. Both brothers caught hold of her arms and pulled her back to them.

  “Neither of us wants to do that to you,” Ilya warned with annoyance at her accusation. “Have you forgotten it was my idea to bring you out here in the first place. If you think you can manage to still be out in the city then that is what we will do.”

  Alexandrov tucked his fingers underneath her chin and raised her face up to him.

  “But if at any time you feel unwell or everything just gets too much, you must let us know and we will take you straight home.”

  “I promise,” she answered beginning to feel excitement for being outside for the first time in a very long time. He continued to look sternly at her making her cheeks warm. “I promise, Daddy,” she corrected herself.

  “Good girl.” He smiled, pleased with the correction.

  Ilya grinned.

  “I have an idea. Wait here. I will go to the shop and get them to close it to other customers until we are finished. That way we can ensure Diana’s safety.”

  Diana was shown into a small room to try on the lingerie Alexandrov and Ilya had picked out for her with the assistance of the pretty assistant. Her men were left to wait in the lounge area because, to her shock, she was to be helped into the underwear and paraded in front of them so they could make sure they had chosen well for her and check the fit themselves. She was helped in to the bra and panties by the assistant who then asked her to wait in the room while she slipped out to retrieve a sheer robe for her before taking her to see Ilya and Alexandrov. Another woman entered. Immediately, Diana felt uneasy. She wore a sexy, black leather suit dress unlike the uniform of the women. She had heavy dark make-up but it wasn’t enough to disguise her aristocratic Eastern European looking features. With her hair piled into a tight bun on top of her head, she struck a rather severe figure. The woman put her hands on her hips.

  “Who are you?” Diana demanded. “I don’t think you work here.”

  She laughed.

  “No, I don’t.”

  “Who are you? What do you want?”

  Diana picked up her clothes and tried to shield her state of undress with them. There was something very dominant about the woman that made her nervous and vulnerable.

  “My father might want you dead now, but I don’t. You can give us what we want.”

  Diana swallowed hard.

  “You are Bazanov’s daughter, Katya. I am not giving you anything.”

  She came closer.

  “I think you will. I have someone here who believes you will if you want to see your son again.”

  Diana’s adrenaline kicked in and she tried to make a dash for the door, but the woman caught hold of her. She twisted Diana’s arms behind her back easily overpowering her with her superior strength. She bent her forward and slapped her bottom hard twice.

  “You will do exactly as I tell you,” Katya told her.

  She spanked Diana’s bottom one more time chuckling with amusement as she did so, enjoying the way Diana’s bottom jumped beneath her panties.

  “Let go of me.”

  The back door opened.

  “Hello, Diana. I bet you are pleased to see me.”

  James came towards her. In his hand, he held a handkerchief with a strange odour on it. Chloroform. He placed it over her mouth and nose. Her struggles were futile and she fell unconscious in his hold hearing Katya laugh.

  Chapter 13

  Diana woke later in a room, on top of a bed, clothed in her silver-grey summer suit. It was dark outside. She tried the door, but it was locked. The window was nailed down and a look out of the window told her she was somewhere in the country in another mansion house. She wouldn’t have to wait long to find out more when a burly man came to drag her from the room.

  Katya roughly took hold of Diana and pushed her arms up behind her back. Diana’s small curved figure was no match in strength for the tall, muscular, slightly younger woman’s and she could not free herself. Holding her, Katya dragged her to the gilt-edged antique desk in the study she had been brought to and forced her down across it, knocking the papers and ornaments she had decorated it with to the floor. Diana grimaced still doing all she could to free herself from the woman’s grip on her arms, but it was a futile gesture and her feet dangled over the edge.

  “Take hold of her arms from me,” Katya ordered James in her strong Russian accent.

  James moved forward eagerly positioning himself on the opposite side of the desk, pushing the chair out of the way, so he could clasp Diana’s folded arms behind her back. He wove his other hand through her hair to pull it tight, making her squeal.

  Katya took hold of the bottom of Diana’s sexy pencil skirt and slid it quickly up to her thighs exposing her delicate pale flesh.

  “There is only one way to deal with a stubborn bitch like you,” she hissed.

  “Are you going to spank her?” There was lust behind James’ words.

  “I am going to do more than that.”

  There was a loud bang and the sound of gunfire somewhere on the grounds. Silence settled in the room for a moment.

  “They are coming for me,” Diana shouted. “I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes having to deal with two ex Spetsnaz officers. You are in a hell of a lot of trouble,” she told them triumphantly.

  Katya started to laugh as she pulled Diana’s dress over her rump and scrunched it around her waist. She settled her cool hand against Diana’s bottom partly exposed by the thong she was wearing.

  “Such a nice, plump, juicy peach rump. It is going to sting.”

  Katya lifted her hand and swatted the flat of her palm over one cheek so hard Diana’s body jumped from the table and her eyes smarted with tears that had already built from the way James was pulling her hair. She took a breath and tried to steady herself. When Alexandrov and Ilya spanked her, it hurt as it should do when the punishment warranted it but there was love behind their actions. Katya wanted to discipline her without boundaries until she capitulated to her wishes. It made Diana wonder what she was doing to James that he liked so much.

  “This place is surrounded and secured by ex Spetsnaz. They won’t get through to you. Your best chance here is to do what James has asked and give me the contract and no one else and hand us fifty percent of the company if you ever want to see your son again.”

  Diana swore loudly.

  “Give me my son back. You can’t hold me to ransom like this. We are already looking for him. Don’t you dare touch him,” she screamed.

  “Gag her,” Katya said, throwing James a leather gag from the drawer in the desk she had opened to retrieve some leather bindings. She bound them tight around Diana’s wrists, winning the fight in their tussle to restrain her. Diana bit down on James’ hand when he forced the leather ball gag in her mouth. He raised his hand to strike the back of her head when her teeth nipped sharply at his skin again and drew a small amount of blood.

  “Fucking bitch,” he yelled lowering his hand, but Katya caught hold of his wrist and stopped him dead.

  “I have a better way,” she insisted turning to lift something else from the drawer. She let go of his arm and lifted a black riding crop up to her face
, flexing it as she did so. Katya ran her fingers seductively along its length admiring the quality of the leather with her ruby tipped fingernails.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  This was the first time Diana had ever heard James’ speak to a woman with reverence and be so willing to obey her. Had he always wanted to be dominated by a woman? But then Katya seemed to be capable of dominating a man or a woman.

  Well, I am one woman who isn’t going to let you dominate her or let you have your way. I don’t obey you. I kneel before no one except, Alexandrov and Ilya.

  “Fasten her gag.”

  “Yes, Mistress. I am looking forward to seeing you whip her.”

  “And if you are a good boy, I will whip you later,” she told him, a wicked smile lifting the corners of her scarlet lips. She took hold of the front of his suit jacket and pulled him close to her over Diana’s body to lick the side of his face and then crush her lips over his, tugging at his tie to hold him in place.

  Katya eventually let him go with a shove. There was more gunfire. It was getting closer. But Katya and James appeared to just ignore it.

  “Pull her hair. Make it hurt,” Mistress ordered her treacherous willing slave. “She will be begging to do as we ask after her punishment,” she said with determination.

  James wound his fist through Diana’s long, honey blonde curls and forced the length over the top of her head and pulled it tight. Katya turned her attention back to Diana tucking her fingers underneath the top of her black lacy thong to pull it down over her butt in one fluid motion to her calves. Diana made another futile attempt to gain her freedom for the last time, but Katya placed her palm in the middle of her back to steady her and stood to the side immediately raising the riding crop to bring the leather tipped end down on one buttock. Diana screamed out, her voice muffled by the gag, but the second blow was already raining down upon her opposite cheek.

  Katya got into her stride, her leather dress creaking with her precise expert movements as she whipped Diana’s bare bottom at a fast pace, colouring it crimson. Diana felt her hot stinging flesh lift high, quivering and wobbling as it settled back down in place after every strike. Mistress left no part of Diana’s flesh untouched and Diana couldn’t stop herself from crying. The tender backs of her thighs were not even to be spared and they soon burned together with her bottom as Katya continued her whipping punishment.

  Suddenly she slapped the riding crop down on the desk beside Diana and gave James another instruction.

  “Strip your wife and then we can see if she is ready to talk and obey. Leave her heels on. It will make it difficult for her to run anywhere and escape.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  James roughly turned Diana over on to her back. Katya handed him a knife. He grinned as he leaned over making her fear for what he might do but he pulled the front of her dress at her cleavage and began to cut the material of the jacket away, then the dress of her suit away, pulling and tearing at it until he’d cut it down to the bottom. Afterwards, he set about cutting it randomly until it clung to her body in tatters. He pulled out the remnants and tossed them away eagerly reaching to cut the lovely satin and lace bra Alexandrov and Ilya had bought and picked out for her to wear that day. He cut the straps and ripped it away from her body. He closed one hand around a breast and cruelly squeezed.

  “You always had beautiful breasts, Diana,” he mocked, intensifying his grip.

  Katya aimed the whip at his hand and struck both it and Diana’s breast. She shook her head at him, and he let go.

  “Who is in charge here, James?” she demanded.

  “You are, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress.”

  “You will be. Get those panties off her and put this around her neck. Then untie her.”

  Katya handed James a large, thick, stainless steel collar. After he’d cut away Diana’s panties, that were still hanging around her ankles from her whipping, he placed it around Diana’s neck and locked it into place.

  “Now pull her up and force her down on to all fours. I will not have her standing in front of me. She will submit,” Mistress ordered still holding the riding crop, tapping the end with impatience against her hand.

  James took hold of Diana’s hair and pulled her up from the desk.

  “Kneel,” he ordered yanking her head to the side and pushing down to force her on to her knees. “Good girl. Now on all fours.”

  “There is a chain on the desk. Attach it to the collar and lead her over there.”

  Diana turned her head towards the corner of the room forgetting the way her bottom stung. She felt as though it were on fire. In the corner, there was a large hook high up in the wall. There were two others either side with silver cuffs like the one James had placed around her neck that was forcing her head and neck to remain straight and upright. What the hell where they going to do to her?

  James attached the chain as the gunfire and shouting started to become too close for comfort. He shot a look at Mistress when a loud bang sounded signalling that the front entrance had been blown in.

  “We have to hurry,” James said.

  “They will be stopped. Carry on.”

  “I think you are being overconfident, Katya,” James looked stressed. “We need to leave with her now.”

  “They will be stopped. Do as you are told.”

  Katya raised the end of the riding crop underneath his chin and forced his face to rise.

  “I will take care of everything, James. Do as you are told,” she continued.

  He shook his head and didn’t appear convinced. Small beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as another bang echoed outside the room downstairs. But he still said, “Yes, Mistress.”

  James fixed the thick length of chain to the loop on her collar and tugged on it to force Diana to crawl her naked body at heel towards the corner. Mistress aimed her riding crop at Diana’s bottom and swatted it every step of the way burning Diana’s already sore buttocks a while more. Diana crawled too afraid to resist now, and felt shame descend upon her when she noticed she was wet between her thighs. She didn’t feel anything like the same arousal she felt with her two daddies but nonetheless her whipping had encouraged wetness, whether she liked it or not, that only Alexandrov and Ilya could satisfy.

  James brought her to the desired location.

  “Make her kneel with her legs open,” Mistress demanded tapping James’ leg with the riding crop. Another loud bang made him jump. Now Diana could hear voices. She hoped the next ones she heard would be Alexandrov and Ilya’s.

  James pulled the chain tight forcing Diana’s head up and placed it over the hook. Mistress tapped her bottom with the riding crop to encourage her to kneel. Having no other choice, she assumed the position as dictated. Diana’s head was raised uncomfortably high and her arms were being tied behind her back again by James as Katya demanded.

  “Spread your legs, bitch,” she ordered.

  Diana shook her head, afraid of what she was going to do. Mistress tapped her inner thighs with the riding crop quite harshly and Diana instantly opened her legs. She raised the riding crop to strike at her pussy when there was a shout Diana immediately recognised as Alexandrov’s.

  “Alexandrov!” she screamed his name out loud as the riding crop made contact with her shaven pussy making her jump in response. The door was suddenly broken down and he and Ilya along with a team were stepping into the room. But Mistress still appeared not to be finished with her. In fury, she struck the riding crop twice more against Diana’s tender, shaved pussy. Alexandrov rushed towards her and caught hold of her arm in a tight grip before she could repeat the action. He snatched the riding crop from her hand and pulled Mistress’ struggling, cursing figure towards the desk. He flattened her face down on it with one hard push.

  James was trying to make a run for it, but Ilya caught him and landed a heavy punch to his stomach, which had him dropping to his knees and reeling on the wooden floor. He’d never been able to make a stand in a fight, Diana thought as she
closed her legs embarrassed as all of the men rushing into the room to secure it, could see her naked body. She only wished she could cover her bare breasts. Russian speech was flying everywhere so fast she couldn’t translate it. Ilya was pulling James up to aim another punch when his brother snapped at him.

  “Ilya, take care of Diana. We will deal with both of them.”

  Ilya widened his eyes suddenly awake from his fury at James. He dropped him to the floor like a stone and gave him a hard kick before moving quickly towards Diana.

  “Keep her secured. We can keep her calm, safe and under control until we get her a safe distance away,” Alexandrov ordered. Ilya nodded putting his arms around Diana. She let her head fall on his shoulder as he undid the large silver collar and removed it from her neck.

  “Shh, zvyozdochka. You are safe now.”

  He shielded her nakedness enfolding her bound body in his arms, standing with his back to the rest of the occupants of the room so she could no longer be seen.

  “Where is Diana’s son?” Alexandrov shouted at Katya.

  He motioned to one of the other two men in the room to pick James up off the floor and sit him in one of the chairs. The second took out some rope from his pocket and tied his hands together behind his back.

  “I am not telling you anything. You better let us go or the boy will be killed.”

  “One of you is going to give me that name.”

  Again, Alexandrov tilted his head to one side gesturing at one of his men to work on James. The man gruffly took hold of her husband’s throat and squeezed.

  “It’s no use asking James. He has no idea where the child is. Only I know what my father did with him, and I will never give you what you want.”

  “Want to bet on that?” Alexandrov said putting the riding crop down on the desk. He took hold of the large gold zip on the back of Katya’s figure-hugging, black leather dress. Without hesitation, he pulled the zip right down to the bottom of the dress and opened it. Katya wore no bra, only a pair of black lacy panties. Roughly, Alexandrov pulled them down over her rump making her gasp with the quick movement that left her bottom wobbling with shock. As Diana watched over Ilya’s shoulder loving the warming caress of his leather gloved hand moving back and forth down her spine and over her sore bottom to soothe her, she was happy to see that Alexandrov appeared unimpressed by Katya’s tall, slim, elegant nakedness.