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Chapter 10: Dressing for a Presentation

Chapter 10: Dressing for a Presentation

After a few hours, the two prisoners were surprised to be served a rather good meal. Their cell doors were opened and plates of hot food set on the bed, along with a large mug of hot tea.

“What the hell is this?” asked Melinda sarcastically as she viewed the golden brown lumps of something next to the rice.

“Well, poppet, that there’s right off his Lordship’s table, it is. Called Chicken Tikka Masala, it is,” she was informed.

The smell was most attractive to the two women who had not eaten in a long time. Darlene began eating without hesitation, while Melinda was cautious about trying it. The lumps proved to be chicken, coated with a spicy covering and mildly hot. She ate it eagerly after the first taste.

“At least we won’t be starved,” Melinda commented, dryly. “Tortured, molested, and who knows what else, but not starved.”

Darlene did not reply, being too busy blowing on her tea to cool it enough to drink. Besides, there was really nothing to say. Their future was still uncertain and appeared to be totally out of their hands. At least, until someone made a mistake and their chance to run came.

Half an hour after they finished dinner, two of the henchmen, as Darlene thought of them, came in. Each carried a large box, which he put down on the floor. The dishes were taken away and one box was pushed into each cell.

“His Lordship says you’re to dress in these clothes, he does,” one told them. “So get dressed right quick.”

Darlene looked into the box, wondering what kind of costume his Lordship wanted her to wear. First thing she lifted out of the box was a pair of high heeled shoes, the kind with very narrow Stiletto heels and an ankle strap. They were shiny black patented leather. Next came a pair of black lacy panties followed by a corset, also in black. Then something Darlene had not seen in a long time: a pair of nylons, the old fashioned kind with a seam down the back! Darlene stared at them in disbelief.

“What the hell is this?” said Melinda from the next cell. She was holding up the corset. Her box held identical clothing.

“That is a corset,” Darlene informed. “Girls don’t wear them nowadays but there were all the fashion – about a hundred years ago.”

“Well, I ain’t gonna wear it!” Melinda exclaimed. “I’d rather be nude.”

Darlene was slipping on the panties which, although not being very much cloth at all, did cover her pubic patch – barely.

“Might as well, dear,” Darlene told her. “I’m sure they have ways of forcing us to comply.”

The grins on the two men watching them confirmed her assumption. Melinda put on the panties, and then held up the corset, staring in disbelief at the laces down the back and the stiff stays built into it. “How the hell are we supposed to put this on? And I still don’t know what it is.”

“I’ll help you,” Darlene said. “If they will unlock our necks so I can reach you.” She looked to the henchmen with a question in her eye.

take off those chains but you don’t

man entering her cell to unlock her neck. But the other man was watching carefully and the guy with the key did not

cell and held up her corset. “Now watch, because you’ll have to do this for me,” she told

as Darlene

around here, like this. Now I start

assure tightness. These corsets were designed to constrict the waist and give the wearer an “hourglass” figure. Melinda had a pretty good figure to begin with, but as the

used to it,” Darlene told her. “Women used to wear

Hey, not so

on the laces

now I’ll tie these off and you’re finished with that

hell am I supposed to reach those knots? They’re too high

to untie it for you.” Darlene stood back a couple steps and smiled. “You should see what you look like now,” she

blue in the face ’cause I can’t get in enough air,” the teenager

on mine. Do exactly as I did

and fitted it around Darlene’s bare waist. She began pulling the

said Darlene. “It has to be tight or it won’t

the hell do you know about these damned things?” Melinda asked

that’s right, pull those in some more. The play was set in

For one of the few times since she learned to talk, she was speechless. The way Darlene’s waist was pulled in and the curves it gave her were amazing, as was the way the top supported her breasts, putting them on display rather than hiding them. When she could finally say something, it was,

“Yes, only better.”

My boyfriend would go

yourselves and get dressed!” came a gruff voice from outside the

too well.

put on those

Looks like someone cut off

along. Put your foot in there and pull it up. Careful not to snag it or you’ll get a run.” Darlene was pulling on a nylon as she

mean these

goes in here and then this snaps in here. See? Do the same for the others. Oh, no… You’ve got your seam crooked. The seam in

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