"Deserted," Mavis finished. "That's how it was, last year. Apparently someone with a great deal of money and a love of privacy decided to refurbish it!"

"Well, looks like we camp out again tonight," Sylvia sighed, "Oh well!"

"It's not that simple," Mavis said, "We're low on water, and I was planning on getting some from the old well here. This puts kind of a crimp in our plans, as there are no useable streams nearby."

"What'll we do?" Claire asked.

"Tell you what," Mavis decided. "You girls wait here a bit. I'll go down and see what sort of people these are here. Perhaps they'll loan us the use of their well."

"I don't know," Claire cautioned, "I don't much like the idea of you barging in on strangers like that. After all, we don't know what kind of people they may be!"

"Don't worry," Mavis reassured her, "Just wait here. If I'm not back in an hour, just strike due north. You'll intersect the highway and you can flag down help there. All right?"

Reluctantly, Claire and Sylvia agreed, and Mavis headed purposefully across the clearing and right up to the huge oaken door. After a short time, we saw someone answer, and a few moments later, Mavis went in. What followed seemed like an eternity, but it was only half an hour by Claire's watch until Mavis reappeared and came running back across to us.

"It's great!" She panted, catching her breath, "You wouldn't believe what they've done to the place! And they've invited us to spend the night!"

"Wait a minute," Claire's eyes narrowed, "Who is

'They'?"

"They're the sweetest couple of chaps you'd ever want to meet," Mavis replied, "Come along now."

"Wait a minute," Sylvia put in, "I thought it was going to be just us girls on this trip. What do we want to spend the night with a couple of horny-handed men for?"

"Yeah," Claire agreed, "The last thing I want is a couple of clunky guys making a nuisance of themselves!" I had been silent through all this, and no one asked my opinion. Actually, I didn't know how I felt. The prospect of spending the night indoors was certainly inviting, as was the chance that I might be able to get

an earlier ride back into the city. Also, there was the knowledge that if we spent the night with them, my lesbian captresses would certainly have to untie me and give me some clothing. But Mavis' next words sent a quiver. of unease through my naked frame.

"Don't worry, Dears," She reassured them, "When

I say these chaps are sweet, I mean they're really Sweet, She made a limp-wristed gesture, "D'you catch my meaning? They set up this place so that they could indulge themselves privately in their kinky pleasures, and they even share some of your tastes, Claire. I think it sounds rather fun!"

And so did the other two. Before I could raise any objection at all, they had pulled a light rubber rain poncho from one of the packs and were putting it

on me.

"See how nicely this fits!" Mavis said, drawing the hood tight on my head, "It covers our slave's bondage completely!"

She arranged it carefully, so as to cover every trace of tape on my head and neck.

"A bit short, isn't it?" Claire cracked.

I looked downward. The awful thing ended at midhip! The tops of my legs and most of my pale creamy ass were still completely exposed! And Mavis was proposing to parade me infront of a couple of fairies this way! But just as I was about to speak, Mavis caught

my eye with a look of stern warning.

"You're not smiling, Slave Darling," She cautioned, "You don't want to be gagged now, do you?"

"No!" I quickly put the smile back on my lips. "It's just-I mean-I-uh...."

"These chaps have no interest in you. After all, you're a woman, you know. I could parade you infront of them completely in the buff and they'd probably just yawn. In fact, the only reason I put that poncho on you in the first place was to hide your bonds. Now come along, or I swear I will strip you to the nude. Just be grateful," Her smile widened, "You're not a man in this predicament!"

So, blushing furiously, cringing in embarassment, I followed my demanding mistresses to the house. But as the door opened for us, I saw two of the strangest looking men I'd ever laid eyes on! I mean, they both looked rather masculine, clean shaven and with shortish haircuts, in short the typical look of upper-class successful businessmen in their mid-thirties. Except that both men were wearing dresses!