Having It All

by Jurgen von Stuka

  “Well, let her warm up a tad and then take a look. Or better yet, I’ll switch driving with you and I’ll do some explorative investigation.”

  “Yeah, right, Honey. Like I’m going to let you do that while I drive.”

  Chapter Four

  Alphabet Wall

  Some hours later, the threesome made the usual midnight arrival at the mountain estate. Frank carried the half undressed young woman into the living room, plunked her down on the sofa and went to help Ellen bring in the baggage and other stuff from the SUV. When everything else was put away and they all were yawning, (except Katy who couldn’t with the tape and gag in her mouth), Ellen suggested that they just leave their guest on the sofa with a couple of small additions to her bondage and all get some sleep. Frank agreed and although Katy hummed and struggled, they tied her feet to the legs at one end of the sofa slipped a rope under her arms and tied that to the legs on the other end. Then, to keep her from falling off the sofa, they tied her hands to a long rope that fastened to the sofa’s rear legs. Katy was well trussed up and not going anywhere for awhile, so the couple turned out the lights and went to bed. Katy was the first asleep and the last to awaken the next morning.

  “So much for hardships under bondage,” Ellen said as she worked in the kitchen making breakfast and the more or less freed Katy sat at the table with an old bathrobe of Frank’s wrapped around her. Her hands were tied behind her back and her ankles bound with 550 cord to the back legs of the chair. When it was time to eat, they removed the soggy penis gag that she had been wearing and let her lap up the clear soup and salad set out on plates before her. Katy enjoyed it all.

  “I’m done,” she chirped when the dishes were licked clean. “Can I go to my room now,” she politely asked.

  “As soon as we finish,” Ellen said, slightly peeved. “For a captive masochist, you sure are demanding,” she added.

  “Sorry, Ellen,” she said. “It’s just that you made the room sound so interesting that I want to see it and get hung up…or whatever Frank and you have planned for me. And by the way, where are we, exactly?”

  “Okay,” sighed Frank. “Come on. I’ll take you down and give you the short verbal tour on the way. I’ve got some other chores down there was well and they are not as much fun as tying you.”

  He untied Katy’s feet, locked a pair of leg shackles on instead and popped the fat rubber prick back into her waiting mouth. He tightened the band around her head more than necessary, pulling back the sides of her mouth and stretching her cheeks back towards her ears.

  “You get a blindfold too because there’s no reason why you should see the arrangement.”

  “Augh, geeee,” muttered Kay through the gag. Frank fitted a quick mask style blindfold with fleece lining over Katy’s eyes, took her by the arm and escorted her to the hydraulic elevator. They went down quickly and Frank guided the girl out the door and down the carpeted hallway, past several steel doors, each painted a different bright color.

  “Stop here,” Frank said. “Like the décor? Oh, sorry, you can’t see the handmade, welded steel doors that I got from an old prison in Kentucky. They are quite impressive. They slam shut with a sort of finality that makes you wonder if you will ever see the light of day again...if you know what I mean.”

  “Ummm,” said Katy through the gag.

  “Anyway, we’re under the main house, but also inside the mountain. This hallway extends about four hundred feet into Wakeneta Mountain. It’s actually on the map and is technically on the boundary of the National Forest, but I own the land and 17,000 acres around it. We built on to the original facility here where my parents tried for several decades to get a decent winery started, but the climate and terrain worked against them and they eventually gave it up. This was to be a wine aging cave, so the construction was done a long time ago and there are probably no records anywhere showing this tunnel and the additions we have made. On this floor, there are several guest rooms. Every private or double room has these great doors and is color coded, which is what you will be known as while you are here. We kind of switch the names around. Sometimes you are the color and sometimes you have your real name. Sort of depends on what situation you’re in. So, you are blue. This is the Blue Room. Wait a minute while I unlock the door.”

  “Ummm,” said Katy, standing perfectly still and sniffing the air like a dog or rabbit might on arrival at a new place.

  “Curious about your neighbors?” Frank asked.

  “Humm,” answered Katy, nodding as well.

  “Well, let’s see. Red is next door and bundled up in a very tight metal cage with pricks up her ass and cunt for the next few days. She gets a small sustenance ration through her gag harness, and a bit of crawling exercise now and then to get out the kinks, but otherwise no noise, no motion. Usually, she can’t wait to get back into her cage.”

  “Hummmph,” bubbled Katy through the gag.

  “Nice tits though and they had to be dealt with,” added Frank as he went to the steel door of the Blue Room and turned Katy towards the low entrance. Watch your head.” He unlocked the regular door bolts and then swiped his master keycard in the card reader to actually release the master latch. The lock made an audible electronic double click. He pushed the door open and pulled Katy inside the room, reminding her to duck her head because of the low doorway.

  “Hmooungh, hood iittsch?”

  “Yeah. We pierced behind the nipple and put two inch steel rings in them. The rings are now connected to the same kind of rings in her pussy, so she isn’t likely to move much, even if she wasn’t caged. Like you, she enjoys it and asked for this one, actually paid for a full year’s stay in advance in cash. She came to us through a third party and says she wants to stay here indefinitely. That is something we can’t guarantee. For all we know, everyone here could be shipped off to Libya some day. For variety, now and then she gets fucked by a friend who comes up here just to cheer her up.”

  “Hounds goooth,” mumbled Katy.

  “Yeah, she’s fun,” said Frank. Once inside the tiny concrete cell, he guided Katy to the back wall where there were more than a dozen vertical and horizontal tracks imbedded in the concrete wall. Metal clamps of all sizes were attached to the sliding tracks, somewhat like contemporary track lighting is mounted.

  “This is the Alphabet Wall,” said Frank as he pushed her back against the wall and unlocked her feet from the shackles, then pulled the left ankle to a low clamp and snapped it around the thinnest part of her leg, just above the ankle. Katy purred like a cat.

  “We call it that because the imbedded tracks resemble several different capital letters.”

  “Hummm?” asked Katy.

  “The tracks look like the letters H, W, X, Y, A and I. Maybe a few others we hadn’t thought of.”

  “Niyth,” said Katy.

  “For now, we’ll put your hands and arms up on the ends of the top part of the X and your feet at the bottom. Pretty basic, but you might like it.”

  “UMMMM.”

  “Now, the rest of the story on your neighbors,” Frank pressed on as he fastened Katy to the wall. “On the other side is Yellow. No coincidence that she’s an Asian American beauty, confirmed masochist and currently impaled on a set of massive dildos bigger than my fist. Gagged with another huge prick, she just stands there, with her hands in chains pulled up behind her shoulders. I put her in a tight leather harness that goes around her upper torso, wraps around her tits and is chained to the overhead in case she falls or passes out.

  “She can move around a bit, but there is no way she’s getting off those dongs, especially in the five inch heels she loves so much. Shoes lock on, so she can’t get them off. Comes up here for a week or two at a time and is available 24/7 to me. She likes guys and we get along fine. Ellen is her mistress of pain and they deal only in the mental/physical S&M stuff. I’m in charge of her sex life and its pretty much balls to the wall with her. I need to recharge for a few days after a session with her. Oriental mystic
sort of stuff makes Kama Sutra seem boring. Tiny waist and small breasts, but she likes them stretched, so she usually wears the spring-loaded pullers that keep constant tension on the pierced nipples. We’ve had several offers for her but still would rather keep her around.” Katy’s eyebrows went up at this last remark. That and the comment about getting shipped to Libya made her wonder about F&E’s true enterprise.

  Frank pulled Katy’s right foot over to one of the tracks, lowered a clamp and locked the foot into this spread position, putting her legs about three feet apart. The robe she had been wearing had slipped off her shoulders and was bunched around her tied hands and the waist sash. Katy wore nothing under the robe. Under the bright interior lights of the cell, her young body glistened with sweat and anticipation. Her breasts were nicely formed, neither baggy nor pointed, but with a full C cup roundness and firmness that really didn’t require a bra, if she had one. At 24, Katy was in great shape. She had a tiny waist, slightly swelled hips and a small, tight, rounded butt. If gravity existed in her world, she hadn’t discovered it yet, because nothing of her physical shape suggested that gravity had any affect.

  F&E had asked Katy to fill out a long questionnaire that morning at the breakfast table and she had answered all the questions, including some pretty personal ones like how often she had sex, with whom, how many partners, male and female she had, her key measurements, periods, allergies, etc. So Frank already knew that she was more or less a perfect 10 in the figure category and the visual survey he was now taking verified what she had told them. 37-23-36 being the key numbers, at 118 pounds, it appeared that her nightly and weekend bondage sessions had been effective in keeping her in good shape, something both F&E appreciated.

  “Down the hall is Miss Purple, the cheerleader. She actually was a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader and, among other trophies, got some quaint tattoos while doing the NFL circuit. Apparently, she made a lot of bucks, shaking her tits and ass and doing whatever it was she did off the field, with or without players, agents, owners, you name it.

  “She has three Super Bowl rings that she had installed on her lower lips. Welded on….well, silver soldered, really… She says she won them in honest bets with a few stoned or drunken football stars. Until we got her, life, she said, was dull and uninteresting for her. It took us about two weeks to break her in. She was a bonafide kidnap and a whole load of people went looking for her. My CIA background got us through all of that and she eventually told everyone to go to hell and moved in here with us. All nice and legal, but still rankled a few of her old mercenary buddies who were always hitting her up for cash or other benefits.

  “This is her week off duty and she’s currently contemplating the evils of eating fast food a week ago. She knows it’s bad for her and of course, told us when she came back. The disciplinary action we had to take was extensive, but she’s doing well. The whip marks heal slowly and she’s bound to the vacuum bed with hoses taking care of the waste products and a couple of helmets running fluids and protein into her at intervals. No sound, no light, no entertainment. No movement, of course. Couple of days of this and she’s good as new, asking for more. We’ll try that stuff on you later. Sensory deprivation has different impacts on different people, even confirmed masochists like you. Have to watch it very carefully. When she’s here, she works security with Max, monitors the cells, checks the property borders, looks in on rooms like this one for us and helps with chores. Awesome body, you might like her.”

  Frank slid two clamps down on inside tracks and fitted larger clamps around Katy’s legs just above and below the knee. He brought the already in place waist clamp around her tiny waist, had her bend forward and untied her wrists, taking one, then the other up to waiting clamps set a few feet above the top of her head, but arranged on tracks going diagonally outward so that her arms were straight out and up from the shoulders. The sliding tracks allowed him to adjust these until she was stretched well into the spread X position and kept there when Frank locked the sliders in their tracks.

  From the vertical center track, the one that held her waist clamp, Frank set up a neck clamp that went neatly over and around the padded steel collar that she had acquired that morning as well.

  “Not bad,” said Frank, stepping back toward the cell’s steel door and admiring the lovely new and willing acquisition. “I think we’re going to have a good time, Katy.” The girl hummed through the gag and slightly tipped her head to one side.

  “What else would you like?” Frank asked. Katy hummed and slightly ducked her head as far as the collar and clamp allowed.

  “Humm,” mused Frank. “Want a head clamp as well?” Katy hummed a yes.

  “Okay. I need to get one. I’ll be back in awhile. I might find something else to entertain you for the next day or so. Interested?”

  “Hummmm,” murmured Katy with as much enthusiasm as anyone clamped tightly and displayed on a cold cement wall might muster.

  “That’s about it on the current Cabin Club roster. Oh, yeah, there’s one in the Green Room, on the other side of you. She, ah, he, whatever, is our first venture into the Transgender territory and it’s a bit touchy, but educational. I will never, ever again mock those people. They just can’t lock onto one gender for too long and thus spend a lot of time in limbo.

  “This one is Donna, or Don, Jones. TG/TS/TV …whatever. Nice, firm body, twenty something who passes easily as a chick in most situations. Has the size, frame and face to make it work. Light complexion, almost no body hair. Small features and watches her weight like a hawk watches a mouse. Likes only girls, but knows he can make more money in his business faster as a guy and thus hasn’t totally switched. Does six month straight consulting gigs and then comes back here for a while to cool off. Has totally awed more than one heterosexual woman here and they both had a great relationship based on his being a girl with male organs. Then he gets a job and takes off for half a year, leaving them upset and confused. We got him/her in a swap deal from some really hard core dykes in Vegas. They actually set him up for the transition, but got bored with him after a few months. We traded a tasty little Hispanic chick for him.

  “Right now she, Donna, is strapped on a rack, taking it slowly in the butt from one of the pumps we use. She’s fastened down to the frame and periodically raped by the machine. On and off, all day, all night she never knows when it will strike. Balls and prick bound up in a sort of containment package the dykes designed and sent with him. He can get off in spite of the weights on his nuts and the wrapping on his package that pulls everything back between his legs.

  “You look at her in panties and say, ‘Boy, nothing there that couldn’t be female.’ Nice faux tits cemented over his smaller ones. Well blended in to look just right. Cost him as much as a new car, but they look good. Doesn’t need a bra. Back in a minute.”

  Frank went out and locked the door behind him. Katy tugged and twitched on the wall, humming to herself and wondering how long they might leave her in this position. She realized that she wasn’t going to get off as long as they kept her from having any contact with her sex and this annoyed her a bit, but everything else was great.

  Chapter Five

  Patty Gets Acclimated

  Frank pulled a lot of chain out of the old wooden ammo box and dumped it in front of Patty.

  “You’ve been tied up for so long, I thought you might like a metal break…..you know, metal break…like mental break, ha, ha,” he laughed without smiling. Patty didn’t smile. She couldn’t because she had a thick, round, leather covered, wooden dowel wired into her mouth, holding her tongue captive, stretching her cheeks and providing a fixed hold for her teeth which were dug into the leather. Wires went from the sides of her pulled back cheeks; around her head where they were joined to the wire head harness she wore.

  Frank had carefully adjusted this new torment device as she sat with her limbs wired to the back and legs of the sturdy steel chair which was, of course, bolted to the floor. The chair offered several features that ma
de securing its occupant much more stable and interesting. The chair’s back was a series of heavy metal bars and some perfectly round, welded circles. Each leg had rings welded at several locations and the seat was an open pattern of sheet steel. With these features, the chair could be used to accommodate rope, straps, chain and wire, or just about any bondage medium desired. As Patty sat there now, legs tightly wired to the front legs and the arms bound to the back of the chair, she was perfectly immobilized, not being able to move anything. Each toe and finger was wired to the chair. Wrists, ankles, neck and waist were firmly wired. Her head was immobilized by a series of taut wires that led from the leather head harness to the back of the chair and stopped any sideways movement. Other wires, cleverly and diabolically placed, prohibited front to back movement. Any attempt to move her head back jerked painfully on the thin silver wires connected to her nipples. Attempted forward motion pulled on wires that led from the crown of her head down her back and through her split crotch increasing the tension on the wires that went over and around her cunt lips and clit. Bands of rubber coated wire encircled her thighs, calves, lower arms and biceps. The wires around her waist and chest were fastened to the chair’s back bars and were incredibly tight, so that just taking a breath was a slow and uncomfortable process. Frank assured Patty that a few hours in the chair would improve her mental outlook.

  The day before, Frank and Ellen, delighted in discovering that Patty was a closet piercing fetishist, had spread her out on the enamel top of the old kitchen table, tying her hands and feet simply, but effectively, to the four corner legs of the table. They examined Patty’s body for other pierce holes beyond the ones in her ears. They had initially discovered a single puncture in the girl’s tongue and this had inspired the body search. The two captors used the table top exam as a chance to perform other actions on her that they had planned, but just not yet had time to carry out. They found that Patty’s lower lips were doubly pierced and apparently recently fitted with small stainless steel rings, as had her nipples. The nipple work was especially interesting to F&E because the rings had been placed back, almost into the breast itself, leaving the nipples free to experience other forms of discomfort. For example, Ellen had pointed out that the breast rings could be secured to the rings in her sex and the nipples could still be wired or clamped and pulled away from her body upwards or to the sides, multiplying the effects. This discovery changed everything. Patty had been discovered.