Holly nodded and her bells and chains jingled slightly, still mystified as to exactly what was happening. She knew that they were no longer flying and suspected that she had been sold or given away. Her arms and shoulders ached from the continued elbow chains and the hood, brank and cloak made just breathing difficult.
“Good,” said the fat man. “No one will speak much English to you from now on, so you should get accustomed to doing whatever you are told to do. It really doesn’t make much difference though, because once they figure out what you are, your remaining life will consist mostly of being flogged and fucked, not necessarily in that order. There is an interesting custom here of keeping new slaves in very small, tight metal cages for display while the owners decide if they are going to become house toys, working slaves, torture subjects or whatever else they might have in mind. Fitting cunts like you into the routine may take a few weeks or months, but you can be certain that whatever is done will be painful and memorable. Welcome to our country.”
Less than three hours later, Holly found herself sitting in a leather saddle, very much like a conventional Spanish riding saddle, but with double dildoes up her ass and cunt. The saddle had some special accessories, a hydraulic knee spreader, for example, that pressed on the inner parts of her knees and thighs, pushing her legs as wide as they would go and holding them there. This little adjustment permitted even larger dongs to be mounted on the saddle seat and used accordingly. To remove and insert the double dildoes, Holly was lifted by her manacled wrists that were chained high overhead as though she was trying to reach the ceiling. Her ankles were locked under her as her knees were spread well apart. The overhead chains were attached to some sort of cycling motor that lifted and lowered her at different speeds and intervals, forcing her to fuck herself on the double dongs while rising and falling in the saddle. To encourage her responses, two female slaves, chained and hooded with only their eyes exposed behind a sheer screen, applied stiff canes to her rising and falling buttocks and back. This initiation/interrogation lasted nearly all night and afterwards, a somewhat comatose Holly was locked in a small cell, still chained and branked, while her interrogators debated the curious nature of their captive’s physical attributes.
“What do you think of her, Achmed? She is female, yes?” asked the chief interrogator, who had considerable experience in wringing the truth out of his subjects, but remained baffled by Holly’s persistent silence.
“She has been subjected to surgical procedures that have most likely removed her voice box... .as well as doing some odd things to the other box between her legs... “ Mohammad, the attending physician, observed. “I cannot say that I have seen anything like this before. Her owner is a respected plastic surgeon in Europe and I suspect that this slave is one of her experiments.”
“But the things up inside her,” Achmed persisted. “Can they be removed?”
“Probably yes, but I see no reason to attempt this as they appear to be functioning like other, more common internal appliances, such as pace-makers, the heart stimulators,” Mohammad said. “They appear to be remotely controlled and I do not recommend tampering with them unless... well, unless we agree that this slave is to remain here for indefinite observation.”
“No, no,” shouted Fetid el Ly, the crown’s representative on the study team. “His Majesty explicitly ordered that we do nothing to harm the slave. Doctor Rostrom is an important business connection for the Palace and we do not, on threat of having our own balls pulled off by a slow moving donkey, tamper with the Doctor’s work.”
“I agree. Let us keep her under study for now and inform the Palace of our findings, although I must admit I found her ass very expediting for that of a female,” Achmed added.
“Very what?” El Ly asked.
“Perhaps I chose the wrong word,” Achmed said, scratching some of the infected bug bites that covered his ass. “Maybe I meant ‘accommodating.’ Well broken in, like an old, comfortable camel saddle. Admittedly, it is best to use short strokes because of the internal obstructions, but she’s still a good infidel fuck.”
So Holly was placed in a holding cell in the spacious and well occupied Royal Conservatory, which was a neutral name for the prison where prisoners of interest to the Royals were kept. On the first floor of the modern building, music students played various instruments and studied Arabic Music History in the classrooms.
Two floors below, other Royal guests shared their own tunes of discomfort and sorrow, hanging by wrists or ankles, perched on penetrating poles or stretched on modern racks with electronic remote controls.
Within a day, Holly was visited by four men who released her from the chains holding her to the wall and bound her to a sturdy horizontal bar, looking a bit like a hitching post, bent at the waist and with collar and wrists fastened to the floor, ankles spread wide and also chained down tightly. A heavy metal camel bit was forced into her mouth in place of the usual gag. Achmed, who seemed to be the leader did some preliminary probing of Holly’s apertures was most pleased to discover that Holly had space on both upper and lower jaws where teeth had been removed so that metal bits of varying size and cunning design would fit in her mouth and allow the jaws to close. The reins from the bit were pulled back over her shoulders and tightly tied to the curved hook that was inserted into her ass. Things went well enough until Achmed stuck his middle finger into Holly’s pussy and had the finger snapped off at the middle knuckle. He screamed, removed of his finger and ran off to the clinic where he spent considerable time trying to explain what had happened before the chief medic, who had to report such incidents, called the Palace.
Meanwhile, the remaining trio stripped, carefully tested Holly’s remaining orifices and then proceeded to play Fuck and Flog with her for the next four hours, alternately beating and buggering her ass, (after they took out the hook with the huge metal ball on the end), using the reins to pull her suffering head back while another team member tried to get his cock into her bisected mouth. These inexperienced tormentors seemed to enjoy themselves, but they found Holly’s rear portal less than accommodating and were cautious about losing something more than a finger. One reason for this was that Royal dictates said that no one was to use her cunt for any purpose, so that left her mouth and ass for plundering. Try as they might, getting a somewhat limp dick into her mouth with the camel bit in place was difficult at best and after one of them had his cock pinched painfully between Holly’s jaw and the bit, this futile activity ceased. Finally, frustrated by discovering that their dicks seemed to encounter some sort of hard obstruction as they pounded away on Holly’s charming, but already well-caned behind, the Arabs withdrew their dicks and beat the bloody Hell out of Holly’s buttocks and thighs until they tired of the sport, then they dressed and left the cell. The anal obstruction was not like the autocunt that had snapped Achmed’s finger off, but it was another of Melinda’s creations and could only have been removed with a special probe and key that only Melinda had. The idea of this internal plug was to make certain that Holly always had something up her ass. The bypass engineered into the plug was efficient in allowing waste products to move outbound, but restricted any “input.” It worked quite well and had frustrated the security searchers at the airport until Melinda told them that Holly was a surgical implant in her lower intestine and that if they wanted to examine it, they’d have to get her to a surgical suite. The idiot security inspectors chose to let that one be and spend their time harassing other passengers.
Melinda meanwhile was using Her considerable influence with The Palace to get Holly released. When the Number Two Prince, to whom She had sold no less than a dozen slaves, became aware that Holly was in the Conservatory and that one of his interrogators had lost a finger, he went into an uncontrollable rage and (1) ordered Achmed’s beheading and (2) Holly’s immediate release to the Royal Hospital where she was treated for a sore ass, bruised tits and other inexplicable damage. The medics there carefully removed the remains of a finger from her pussy.
/>
The other keepers of the lower levels of The Conservatory were treated to some of their own accommodations and vanished permanently from the kingdom. Within two weeks, Holly was out of the hospital, carefully packaged in a sealed crate and shipped back to Melinda with the profuse apologies, three kilos of gold coins featuring the benevolent likenesses of the King and Prince and a necklace of rare black pearls quickly custom-designed to fit her.
In her absence, Melinda commissioned more new construction in Her suite of rooms in the main house. The design of one room was identical to that of Hank’s Torture Closet, HTC, in The Five Seasons, which Hank built and used with dozens of women before Melinda caught him. It was thus fitting that upon Holly’s return, she was placed in a small cage in the newly constructed closet. She was kept there until Melinda needed her as entertainment for herself or for her guests.
All’s well that ends. For now.
Other Novels by Jurgen von Stuka From Pink Flamingo Media
Summer School by Jurgen von Stuka
A BDSM Pony Girl Novel
Desperately wanting to get away from home for the summer, Dori Hammond, talks her father into sending her to a summer riding school. However, she quickly learns that this is not a traditional riding school, and its unusual training methods are cause for alarm. However, having signed the required contract, she and the other students are obliged to submit to a rigorous training regimen. Unbeknownst to them, they'll be methodically transformed into human ponies. Headmistress Wright and Headmaster Boswick employ mechanical horses, strict restraint, suspensions, impalement, and the resources of the farm's deepest cellars. Their female students quickly learn what a horse's life is really like and that misconduct will lead to severe punishment. Riding, as the girls discover, is more than taking a pony around the ring. As Head Master Boswick says, “You can't learn to ride until you've been ridden.”
Though the girls may resist the humiliating treatment, they often experience an overwhelming sexual satisfaction in the pleasure and pain they are forced to suffer.
Not all the students are at the school voluntarily. Many are spoiled and unruly young women sent there by their wealthy parents. One unlucky German girl, Lucy, is kidnapped on an overnight train and sent to the school, the abduction arranged for by her Dutch boyfriend.
Dori and her fellow students are subjected to discipline and training from both the male and female staff. For those who resist, there is the dairy barn where the girls are turned into human cows. And for those incorrigible young females who fail in equine training and in the dairy barn, there is the lowly squalor of the Hog Farm, where they are good for nothing but sexual sport. For Dori and the others, it becomes clear long before the end of the story that their lives will be transformed forever, in ways they never imagined.
Desperate by Jurgen von Stuka
A Classic BSDM Bondage & Pony Fantasy.
After a small Swiss bank is robbed, four American tourists fall into a criminal trap managed by Swiss and German local and state police. Spirited out of Munich, they are taken to a secure location: an old German castle in the Alps where The Consortium trains and manages a global slave and pony network. The clueless Gus and Bill are sure this is just a huge misunderstanding that will be eventually straightened out. However, when they are abruptly stripped, interrogated and thrown into dank prison cells by their uncompromising female ‘keepers’, they soon realize otherwise. The two men are slowly and painfully transformed, not just into slaves, but into submissive females slaves. Their girlfriends are similarly pierced, ringed, plugged and trained for a lives as ponygirls. After months of punishment and pain, the entire foursome eventually becomes a human pony team, pulling carriages over the frozen mountain roads and providing sexual services as needed to the organization’s many clients and members.
Additional new recruits are abducted from the United States and sent to the Consortium’s trainings centers. Most are young, attractive, Anglo females that are shipped east to meet increased demands for new submissive slaves. Their route from a luxury lifestyle in the USA to one of barely survivable slavery in the cages, cells and pits of the Schloss is chronicled in chilling detail, including body transformations and elaborate fetish costumes. Their sadistic captors have few restraints in the treatment of their acquisitions. Among the unlucky souls to find themselves in such dire circumstances is Eddie, a male businessman from the states, now a transsexual, who is sold to an Arab, then periodically returned for “upgrades” in her sexual repertoire. And Rene, the young female bank manager, originally a participant in the kidnap plot, is also abducted by the same cabal that trades in pony slaves. She’s been selected to be a personal slave to Atella, the dominant mastermind of the plot.
BONDAGE BROKERS by Jurgen von Stuka
Author of Summer School
Frank and Ellen are an attractive and successful New York couple, who are totally devoted to the BDSM lifestyle. Away from the bustle of the city, they enjoy their kinky pleasures at their beautiful country estate in the Adirondacks. In this secluded hideaway, they are joined by an elite group of masochistic friends and associates, who enjoy spending time in steel cages, or chained to a steel ball, or bound and suspended in elaborate fashion, gagged, hooded and impaled. Frank and Ellen broker bondage and related activities for those seeking safe, sane and expensive sex where there is strong control and uncompromising safety.
Arriving guests are soon chained and locked away in tiny cells in one of several sub basements where they'll stay much longer than a single weekend - some stay forever. All of them will spend their visits in confinement and restraint with chains, rope, wire, rubber and leather bondage. They're pierced, impaled, whipped, flogged, spanked and fucked by both genders, degraded and entombed in rubber and coffins. The cells in the basement are real, as are the racks, steel frames, crosses and suspension harnesses. While the cells provide opportunity for solitary contemplation, the old barns and woodshed with its twin whipping posts provide off site sessions for more kinky play.
While most guests may have an idea of what's in store, Patty is whisked off to the estate by Ellen, unaware of F&E's elaborate plan to save her from her miserable life with a long stint in their sub-basement. Another new sub, Katy, joins the bevy of submissives as a new employee at F&E who discovers a strong fascination for bondage and other bdsm exploits when she accompanies Ellen to the estate. Little does she know what kinky things the couple has in store for her.
Though some vehemently deny it, and some need to be 'coaxed' to admit it, most go to F&E's Adirondack getaway because they crave this unique environment where their tastes are coddled to the extreme, and their ultimate fetish/fantasies can be safely indulged.
Transition by Jurgen von Stuka
From the author of Summer School, Desperate and Bondage Brokers comes another sensational novel; Transition. It’s based on conversations between Jurgen von Stuka and noted German psychologist, Jessica V. St. Claire, PhD. All names, times and places have been changed to protect the identities of the people involved.
Don Jones, a seemingly normal, healthy male seeks psychological therapy from Marti, as he is having issues coping with his need to dress as a female. During his sessions, he talks about his relationship with his girlfriend, Marilyn. The couple discuss his fantasies about dressing like a woman, and they discover when Don wears Marilyn’s clothes, their sex life takes a wild and explosive turn. The kink doesn’t stop there, however. Marilyn, an obviously dominant female, brings bondage and punishment into the mix when Don isn’t a good submissive. Don describes an orgiastic weekend that he has with Marilyn and a couple of her girlfriends after he went to a club dressed as Marilyn’s twin sister, telling Marti it was the most incredible experience of his life.
Marti, understanding Don’s distress, suggests that maybe he would feel more comfortable if he experiments with dressing as a woman in public, rather than behind closed doors. She gives him recommendations on who to speak with about how to outfit himself as a woman without
looking awkward. Shortly after he gets his advice on clothes, makeup, wigs and other accessories, Don goes on a massive shopping spree, telling the sales girls he’s buying for his girlfriend who lost everything in a fire.
Don goes to his next session where he is greeted by not only Marti, Marilyn and many of the girls that helped him shop and. He learns that the girls have set up a fund for him to get the surgeries and treatments to make his dream a reality; he’s to become a woman. During his surgery, the doctors find that Don was born a hermaphrodite and they alter his body to make him a true she-male. Afterward, Donna is sent to Mr. M, a man with enough money and power to set her up for life or make her miserable for the rest of it.
Donna accepts her fate as a hermaphrodite, but learns quickly what will happen if she stays with Mr. M and his deviant friends. Can she escape the masochistic madman? Where will her path lead as a she-male?
After School by Jurgen von Stuka
In SUMMER SCHOOL, Lucy von Holt arrived at the Vermont Riding School for pony girl training and BDSM encounters after a tumultuous trip across the Atlantic, courtesy of her weirdo boy friend, who was unhappy that she would not sleep with him.
AFTER SCHOOL tells the rest of the story. Lucy is shipped back to Europe on an air freighter along with some exotic animals and ends up in a convent in Bulgaria where the nuns happily go about improving her demeanor and, among other things, her carriage-pulling team abilities. Just when she is getting the hang of it, the nuns transfer her to a hellhole mine, deep in central Asia, run by a dominant woman.
In flashbacks, we learn that Lucy's erotic personal history includes some BDSM adventures with Glenda, a gorgeous, wealthy young woman she met in Garmisch. Glenda, who has everything, provides her with more kinky lesbian experience and the two “bond” well in a secluded, high altitude retreat in a snowstorm.
Retaliation Page 22