The mysterious stowaway was pinned into the duralumin cone at the tip of the airship, with no route for escape.
Lady Sally stepped up. Towering over the diminutive figure, she pulled back the black hood. A cascade of auburn hair tumbled over the black duffel coat. The
it
was a woman... and
it
was a dwarf.
"Ha! It's as I thought. Has Madam Bellowhead sent you?"
The dwarf only shot back a hostile stare with beady eyes like black pin-pricks, refusing to answer.
"Who is Madam Bellowhead?" asked Captain Wyndham.
"She's head of the UK Society of Lesbian Dwarves.
"Oh, not them again," groaned Victoria.
"Yes. I suspected as much when the rigger-man said he'd seen a thing that looked like a creature. And only something small, such as a dwarf, could climb through the ventilation shaft."
"But why?" asked the captain, bemused at the bizarre discovery, and Lady Sally's vitriolic response to it.
"UKSOLD is a secret society of lesbian dwarves. My feud with them is long standing. It began when Madam Bellowhead, chairwoman of the society, had the temerity to criticise the style of my whipping when, many years ago, she invited me to one of their meetings as guest dominatrix to inflict cruel punishments. Well, I ask you! Nobody criticises Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester and gets away with it... and me a guest dominatrix too! So, I administered the severest whipping I possibly could, and she refused to pay me. Well, I wasn't having that, so I kidnapped Madam Bellowhead and two of her colleagues, had them brought to Rudston Hall to put them in bondage and punish them. Then they tried to impugn my reputation by making complaints about me in
The London Gazette
. Well, I couldn't have that. So, I got the lawyer to sue them for libel. Naturally, I won the case, because I was able to prove in court how severe my whippings were... believe me, the judge will never forget that case! And then..."
"... It's ok. I think I get the idea. How long has this feud been going on?"
"... Well, around ten years now."
"Ten years! But even so, trying to blow you up and electrocute you? Isn't that extreme to settle a dispute over how severely you whip?"
"Certainly not!" exclaimed Lady Sally, indignantly. "Besides, they are a miserable, joyless, vindictive bunch, especially that Madam Bellowhead. Now, I don't hold grudges, but if someone dares criticise me, then I will defend myself, it's a matter of honour... especially for a severe, lady dominatrix. I'm afraid you just don't understand the seriousness of the matter, captain."
The lesbian dwarf listened to the exchange, thoroughly bemused, as if she knew nothing of the history of these altercations.
"Ok, but what are you going to do with her now you've captured her?"
"Torture and torment her until she confesses."
Lady Sally retrieved coils of cord from her hunting jacket and tied the young woman's wrists together. The midget looked on, stubbornly determined but, having been caught, doing nothing to resist being restrained. Lady Sally pulled her through the maze of gangways and stairways out of the fuselage where she could deal with her.
They emerged into the dungeon playroom. Lady Sally's submissive gentlemen clustered around her, both surprised at, and curious about, the nature of the culprit who had attempted to sabotage the airship and electrocute their mistress.
Eventually, the dwarf spoke up, in a pronounced German accent, "You are Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester?"
"Yes, of course."
"Ze famous British spy-mistress?"
"Spying, no. The famous English, lady dominatrix, yes!" exclaimed Lady Sally. "Now, who are you? Have you been sent by Madam Bellowhead? And why are you trying to sabotage my airship?"
The dwarf was defiant, "I vill say nothing. I am under strict orders to keep silence. You can torture me all that you like. I vill tell you nothing. I have been trained to resist pain."
Lady Sally smiled, a wide, disconcerting smile. Her wicked imagination clicked into gear.
"Ah, trained to resist pain, are you? But are you trained to resist pleasure? Strip her boys," she ordered.
The gentlemen set about the task with relish. The black duffel coat was dragged off her back, jumper pulled over her head, trousers brought down, and knickers and bra ripped off. Her clothes were thrown onto the floor. The dwarf did not protest or resist, maintaining the stoic acceptance of her capture. Once stripped of the grubby clothes she had worn to crawl through the ventilation shaft, her appearance was surprisingly attractive. She was young, with a pretty face, alert grey eyes and striking auburn hair, though her build was obviously squat and stubby.
Lady Sally soon had her on the rack, wrists secured, legs raised, and ankles tied to a harness, making her orifices accessible. Meanwhile, Victoria had gathered an array of her steam-powered and electric sex-toys.
Lady Sally squeezed the midget's nipples to make them hard, which barely registered a flicker of discomfort in her, before attaching the vibrating clamps onto the pert nubs of flesh. She took up the box with the electro-massager and fitted it with the brass bullet attachment. She inserted a finger in the dwarf's arsehole, massaging until it could accommodate a second, then third, digit. The dwarf didn't flinch or moan, responding only with deeper breaths as Lady Sally worked her fingers up her back-passage. Satisfied her arse was stretched enough for the challenge of the brass bullet, Lady Sally eased it inside her. The dwarf was so controlled there was hardly any reaction even though the object was inserted deep inside her.
Lady Sally turned the dials and sent the electric current pulsing through the wires. The toys purred with a gentle buzz. She checked the oscillating needles. They were vibrating at a sensuous throb which was precisely the pace Lady Sally wanted for this particular exercise.
