" There." There. She said it. Helga smiled at the beautiful blonde and brushed away the bangs at her forehead. "Dear, sweet child," she cooed, "you won't have to. Sue was punished for insulting a guest, not for refusing his advances." Helga then gagged her with a handkerchief and then, placing her palms on Terry's naked thighs, looked deeply into her eyes. "Do you remember the story of Sir Jeffrey and the captive princesses?" she asked. Terry nodded meekly. "It is said that he used to sit in this very throne and dream about his maidens for entire evenings." Helga was, for the first time, without a smile. "I want you to think about him. Think about the legend. Feel him with you. Experience his sorrow." Her smile returned and she kissed the wide-eyed blonde on the forehead. "You will do that for me, won't you?" Terry nodded and the buxom blonde cook kissed her daintily on each nipple, sending shivers all over her breasts. "That sure is silly!" Terry thought when Helga was gone. Still, Helga had accomplished her mission. The poor girl could not help but think about Sir Jeffrey and the legend........time dragged on and she noticed an energy in the air which seemed to hum like a swarm of bees, though she could not hear anything. |