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stared at the bizarre tableau, both girls thighs, buttocks and backs were streaked with thin red lines, as if they’d been recently whipped. The sight made her temples pound and mouth go dry, and she barely noticed her own hand slip surreptitiously between her thighs. Unlike most of the guardsmen who were starting to fight over the right to paw the damsels, however, she was not so entranced that she did not notice Brother Sebastian’s shrill cry of alarm. Nor was she so distracted that she did not hear the pounding of a charger’s hooves, and turning she saw a terrifying sight; thundering across the clearing was a fearsome knight on a huge black horse. His surcoat was crimson but his armour was as black as night. As she saw him hurtling straight towards her, a gleaming sword held aloft, Eleanor fell into a swoon.
    ‘W-where… where am I?’ Lady Eleanor blinked and looked about her, getting up into a sitting position. She was on a wooden cot in a small cell with stone walls on three sides, the forth an iron grill, from where a buxom, pretty girl with raven hair peered inquisitively down at her.
    ‘You’re in the castle of Sir Peris de la Forest Savage,’ the girl said softly. ‘I am afraid you are a prisoner like me. My name is Guinevere.’
    Eleanor studied her more closely. She wore a fine shift of delicate white muslin that showed off her figure marvellously. The girl had full breasts and a narrow waist that swelled to generous hips. She was comely and shapely, and to her astonishment, Eleanor could make out the shape and even the hue of her pert nipples, pressing through the delicate material of her shift.
    She looked down and saw she was now dressed in a similar gown.
    ‘Be thankful that you have something to wear at all,’ the girl said, noticing her blush. ‘Sir Peris often prefers his captives to be naked; for his pleasure and to shame us, but also so that we are ready for his whip and that of his… well, you will see…’
    Lady Eleanor shivered. ‘What sort of a beast is he, to so besmirch the name of chivalry?’
    ‘He is a cruel man who likes his dungeons filled with damsels. He had three score of us captive here, at least.’
    ‘And… and will he ransom us?’
    The girl shook her head and smiled sadly. ‘I have been here half a year and in that time he has only added to his collection. I fear Sir Peris is a rich man who prefers to possess maidens rather than exchange them for gold.’
    At that point the conversation was interrupted by the sound of a key turning in a lock. There was a chorus of girlish cries of alarm and the two prisoners hastened to the iron grill door of their squalid cell.
    Eleanor saw that this was but one of many cage-like fronts that guarded a series of cells on either side of a gloomy corridor. At each iron grill beautiful young maidens waited, clutching the bars and peering out. Some cells held two girls, like Eleanor’s own, most of them had more. All the girls, excepting some exotic dark-skinned beauties, had long hair falling loosely about their shoulders. Some were naked, whilst others were dressed in diaphanous gowns, like Eleanor.
    But unlike that lady most were manacled. Iron collars and cruel wrist and ankle cuffs fettered dozens of shapely necks, slender wrists and pretty ankles. The brutal bands were secured to heavy iron chains that clinked and clanked dolorously against the grills of the cells and added to the chorus of alarmed murmurs and gasps that echoed around the dungeon as a door slammed shut and the key was turned again.
    By pressing her face against the bars and peering sideways, Lady Eleanor could make out a strange, stumpy figure holding a blazing brand, clumping towards them down the passageway.
    ‘It is Dagonard, the dwarf of Sir Peris,’ the girl whispered in alarm. ‘Do as I do if he comes here, and obey him for he is a cruel creature, and his master allows him to misuse us much as he pleases.’
    Eleanor could not but notice that her fair