Chapter Sixteen
Glenda
Twice while traveling with Fabian, Lucy met other young women she found interesting and attractive. One night in a small, noisy bar in the Post Hotel in Garmisch, she was standing behind Fabian as he tried to order their drinks when a tall blond with a magnificent figure came up behind her and literally poked Lucy’s upper arm with her more than adequate tits, several times. The blond, who wore a white turtleneck sweater that snugly displayed her excellent rack and tiny waist, excused herself but continued to rub against Lucy as they were jostled about by the crowd. She held out her hand and introduced herself in German, but with an accent that Lucy was sure was Finnish.
“I’m Glenda,” she shouted into Lucy’s ear. “From Helsinki,” she added, laughing. Lucy thought that she looked to be about 24 or 25 and was obviously well educated and not worried about where her next Swiss Franc was coming from. The ICW watch on her right wrist could have easily cost the price of a small apartment back in Helsinki and the rest of her clothes said Avenue Motaigne, Fifth Avenue or tony shops in Geneva. Her face was lightly made up, with a natural touch of color from being outside in the cold winter weather
“Lucy,” Lucy shouted back, surveying the beautiful girl who looked about her age and had just the right suntan, clothes and jewelry to say that she had money and plenty of it.
The two then carried on a loud conversation while Fabian became annoyed at the girls’ banter and more annoyed that the bar man was apparently ignoring him.
“Let’s go outside and get some fresh air,” Glenda suggested, taking hold of Lucy’s hand and pulling her away from the bar. Astonished, but entranced, Lucy followed. Fabian didn’t even see them leave.
Outside in the cold night air, Lucy realized that she was very much turned on by this tall Finnish beauty. However, she was totally at a loss as to why or what drove this sudden attraction. Maybe, she thought, it was because she was bored with Fabian and his endless attempts to grope or seduce her. And maybe it was just Glenda’s good looks and charm. Past encounters with her own sister convinced Lucy that liaisons with other women could be both memorable and fraught with problems, but in a matter of minutes, she was in the girl’s luxurious white Range Rover and they were off down the street towards Glenda’s villa. Lucy studied the array of electronics in the vehicle, noting that this woman had more gadgets than Lucy’s father had in his huge Mercedes: a satellite telephone, full internet connection capabilities, DVD and CD players with luxury sound system, a fingerprint security system for entrance and ignition, and other devices that Lucy neither understood nor could comprehend. Seeing her interest, Glenda casually said that she used the Rover as a traveling office when she was away from home in Helsinki or her other properties.
“Other properties,” Lucy mimicked, realizing that the von Holts were, of course, not the only wealthy family with multiple dwellings throughout Europe.
“I sort of commute between here and Monaco,” Glenda said lightly. “Finland is really too cold in winter and…well, you probably know this, but there’s not much to do there anyway.”
“I’d love to visit there though,” Lucy said.
“I’ll take you whenever you want to go. The Gulfstream is sitting out at the airport hanger and all I need is an hour or so to get the crew together. Want to go up tomorrow?”
“Oh,” said Lucy, a bit breathlessly. “Not tomorrow.” As she said this, they pulled up at a gate and Glenda punched in a code on a remote panel on the Rover’s dash. The gate swung open.
The modern house was tucked into a quiet enclave on the mountainside, behind a high, decorated, masonry wall, not far from where the Winter Olympics had been held before either girl was born. The all white Range Rover with its deep piled white carpet and white sheepskin seat covers was a mini image of Glenda’s villa. It was astonishingly lush and yet low key.
Glenda quickly built a hardwood fire, showed Lucy a huge teak-doored fridge well stocked with several styles and brands of champagne as well as snacks and ice cream and suggested that they get more comfortable. The real polar bear hide stretched out in front of the fireplace became a natural warm spot for both girls to settle in and they chatted and exchanged short versions of their life story while debating the virtues of sparkling wines from Reims and Epernay.
“My old American boyfriend, Jack,” Glenda said with a conspiratorial glimmer in her eye, “thought that Dom Perignon was the ultimate champagne. He had no exposure at all to German or Austrian sparkling wines, poor boy.”
“Really?” Lucy said. “I suppose that’s normal for Americans. They really have no opportunity to try the other brands and most have never even heard of Sekt. Not that it’s my choice, but there are worse things to drink. And your favorite is…?
“Oh, this one isn’t bad,” Glenda offered, holding up her Baccarat tulip glass of Henriot Brut Rose. “I assume you have plenty at home to choose from?”
“Oh, yes, I agree completely,” said Lucy, contemplating the millions of tiny bubbles rising in the glass. “But my father counts the cases and bottles in his cellar and we have to suffer with the Veuve Chicquot, I’m afraid.”
“Poor you,” said Glenda, drawing closer, her lips slightly parted and her warm hand slipping under the hem of Lucy’s sweater.
It was only a matter of another half glass of Henriot until both young women were naked on the bear rug, their legs and arms entwined and Lucy wondering why she would ever want to do this with a man when it was so much sweeter with someone like Glenda.
When she returned to her hotel the next morning, she ignored Fabian’s calls and pled illness and hangover. She wrote a quick email to her sister, telling her that all was well and that she was skiing with a new friend. She packed her bags, summoned a hotel clerk to her room and paid her part of the bill, tipped the man well and then left secretly to meet Glenda, who was waiting in her Rover at a side entrance to the hotel.
They dined at a tiny restaurant that knew Glenda. The owners spared no effort to make sure that the two beauties were well cared for and protected from the roaming après ski hoards of males on the prowl in the town. Then the two cruised several bars, carefully watching what they drank, keeping an eye out for Fabian and finally going back to Glenda’s villa for the night. A major snowstorm was coming in the next twenty-four hours and Glenda offered Lucy a couple of interesting options.
“Option number one,” she said, sipping coffee and lounging in a big leather chair near the fireplace with just a terry robe barely covering her body. “Up on the Zugspitz there’s an old hotel, Scneefernerhaus, built into the rock on the south face of the glacier. It was constructed in 1930 and after the war, provided basic ski hotel services for the American military on leave. It was also a base and safe shelter for the people who worked on the railway. Now it’s officially an environmental research station. During the day, they carry out weather and climate research. At night, they still do tunnel and rail maintenance. But secretly, part of the old hotel is now private. We own it. Actually, we lease it from the German government. It’s a wonderful place to spend a few days. A bit eerie, but you can walk out the front door and pick your runs down the glacier to Austria or Germany. We could go up there in the morning if it’s not snowing too hard and stay for a few days. No one would find us there. Not even your goofy boyfriend.”
“Fabian will go nuts,” said Lucy, cuddling in the bear rug with nothing else on but a silk shirt that was unbuttoned all the way down the front. “What about skis and boots? I have nothing here.”
“It shall be provided. I checked your shoe size while you were in the shower and all the stuff you’ll need is in the ski room there,” Glenda said with a wink. “If it snows tonight, the train may not be running, but we can check on it before we leave. There’s also a cable car on the other side of the mountain and we can always use that.”
“I’ve never done the cog train, but have always wanted to. So, okay. I should pack a few things though,” Lucy said.
“Don’t take anything but skiwear, stuff to keep you warm and toiletries. Do you want a back pack?”
“Oh, that would be great. Thanks,” Lucy said. “And what’s the other option? You said there were two.”
“The second option, my dear, is to stay here. If the storm comes tonight, it might last a day or two and we’ll be snowed in. Aside from the obvious entertainments, this house has, shall I say, other attractions in the basement.”
Lucy was not surprised that Glenda suggested that they inspect what she called her “special cellar” and she had no illusions about this being a place to store wine. What her friend showed her under the house was a well and beautifully equipped dungeon like Lucy had only seen in the videos she and Brenda bought at the sex shops. The range of equipment was overwhelming. There was everything anyone would ever need to carry out consensual or non-consensual bondage and discipline in any fashion they wanted, hard or soft, mild or extreme. As Lucy looked around the stone chamber, Glenda presented the third option.
“Here’s my really important option,” said Glenda, putting her arm around Lucy and hugging her lightly. “Let me make it simple. Why don’t you move in with me for a while? Dump the Dutchman and we’ll spend some quality time together. As you probably have figured out, I’m AC/DC, dom or sub and with you I can be your slave or, if you wish, you can be mine, but we can have a really great time together. If you want, we can even live down here for weeks. There are excellent provisions in the adjacent rooms and I can simply close up the house, put the Rover in the garage and we’ll just disappear.”
“I don’t know what to say,” Lucy said, wandering about the stone walled rooms, inspecting and touching the many intriguing instruments of torture and restraint. “You offer too many good choices.”
“You can think about it for a few days while we ski. I don’t want to pressure you in any way.”
“Won’t people be looking for us?” Lucy asked, considering the possibilities. She imagined Glenda in chains, stretched on the vertical rack, her magnificent tits pointed at the domed ceiling, a massive gag in her mouth and her legs chained wide apart while Lucy, playing the Dom, handled the whips and crops displayed on the walls. The mere thought of this got her wet between her legs.
“I can take care of that,” Glenda said. “Garmisch-Partenkirchen is my town. What my family doesn’t own here they still control, so if it is said that you and I went to Kenya for a month on the company Gulfstream, it will be made so. I’ve handled this before when I wanted to get away and it works….usually flawlessly.”
“Wow,” said Lucy. “Okay. Let’s do it. But for now, can we play here a bit? Do you think we can get up early enough to catch the train to the peak?”
“Sure. My dungeon is your dungeon. I’ll make a call about the train. If it’s operating, they will call me. Otherwise, we stay here. You want top or bottom?”
“Both,” said Lucy laughing and peeling off her shirt.
As she stripped and watched Glenda do the same, Lucy looked at her new friend with a different perspective than she had looked at anyone, male or female, ever before. On the surface, the proposal was perfect for her. She could get rid of Fabian by just not showing up at the hotel, leaving him a cryptic note about having to go home at once and moving in with Glenda right away. She would tell her parents that she was visiting friends and would come up with some excuse for this. Her mother would not worry too long because she was about to embark once again on yet another world cruise, (her fifth) and was madly planning the ship’s itinerary since she, in fact, owned the ship and the cruise line. Her father? Well, she’d have to soft talk him again and probably buy him off by telling him that she was going to visit one of his old and dear chef friends who owned and operated a high class, Michelin Three Star restaurant in a tiny Bavarian town near the Austrian border. For now, that plan would probably work. Fabian would perhaps become a problem later, but she’d handle that. If the worst case happened, she would get Glenda to help her with him and she was sure that Fabian was just as inclined to yearn after the tall, blond Finn as he was for her.
Starry-eyed as she was, Lucy was also a realist and had no illusions about this being a lifetime commitment, but the idea of living with another woman and having a kinky sexual relationship with her was most appealing. Of course, there was her family to consider and she would have to work that out carefully so that her father wouldn’t mobilize the German Army to find her. All of this of course, happened before she was abducted by Fabian.
The second night Lucy spent with Glenda remained etched in her mind forever. Everything else that happened to her in her young life was secondary to the experience. They began with bondage role-play, Glenda showing Lucy how they could tie each other up and then enjoy sex within the restraints. In the end, they were tied face to face, a double gag shared in both mouths, their breasts linked with thin wire around their nipples, their waists tied tightly, pressing their sex against each other. Ropes went around their thighs and lower legs and ankles. The final bond was ordinary hinged handcuffs with Lucy’s arms around Glenda and Glenda’s around Lucy. They began standing up but soon collapsed in their excitement and rolled about on the cool stone floor, sucking on the gags, thrusting their hips and struggling to find some way to complete the sexual experience, but only getting hotter and hotter as they found no way to free themselves. Glenda finally guided them to a key on the floor and unlocked her hands, then freed Lucy. The two intertwined their unbound legs and created hot, wet friction as they rubbed together. At some point, they turned head to toe and buried their faces in each other’s pussy, coming up for air only when they had to and testing each other’s endurance of stimulation. That was how they spent the rest of the night. They slept as lovers on the multiple furs on the floor, their legs intertwined and their two tousled heads close together. The phone woke them at six and Glenda, after a brief conversation, hung up the phone and headed for the bathroom, calling to Lucy over her shoulder.
“First train leaves in fifty minutes, so get yourself up and showered and we’re out of here. I’ll pack the hand cuffs!”
Chapter Seventeen
Schneefernerhaus
The cog railroad train took almost three hours to get from Garmisch to the peak. While they waited at the Garmisch-Partenkirchen station, Glenda reached into her pack and produced a set of black handcuffs. Lucy glanced at her and then at the cuffs, wondering what she had in mind.
“You or me?” Glenda asked with a huge grin. “It’s a long ride and I don’t want you to be bored with nothing but scenery.”
“Won’t the passengers wonder?” Lucy whispered, although there was no one else around the empty, fog-wrapped station.
“Like who?” laughed Glenda. “I really want to keep you bound and to myself, so take your arms out of the parka and put them behind your back, love. The ride will be far more interesting.”
Lucy did as she was told, feeling the immediate warmth in her belly and crotch as the heavy, specially designed cuffs ratcheted closed around her wrists. The gold bangle brackets she wore jingled against the cuffs.
“Now,” said Glenda, still smiling, “I’ll do your arms as well. She took out a set of larger cuffs, more like leg shackles, and snapped them on Lucy’s arms just above the elbow, drawing her arms close together and making her breasts thrust out prominently against her sweater.
“I can’t stay this way on the train,” Lucy protested.
“Sure you can,” said Glenda casually, “and you’ll stay quiet too.” From the pack, she pulled out a bulb-shaped rubber gag and said, “Open up, honey. The next conversation we’ll have will be at ninety-seven hundred feet above the earth. Enjoy.”
Glenda shoved the bulb into Lucy’s open mouth, pulling the thin transparent nylon straps back under her hair and adjusting the buckle until it was tight. Lucy’s eyes were wide. She was too astonished to protest, wondering how Glenda was going to pull this stunt off on a public train. She got her answer when Glenda pulled Lucy’s parka back
around her, closed the front zipper, pulled the hood over her head and tucked the wide collar up in front of her face, covering her mouth and the visible elements of the gag. She tucked the empty arms into the parka’s pockets.
“Now, you just be quiet, Sweetheart and enjoy the ride and scenery,” Glenda said quietly as she adjusted Lucy’s facial covering. Then, in a moment of inspiration, she took Lucy’s ski goggles from the parka pocket, placed two tissues inside, covering the eyepieces and, pulling her hood off for a second, and fitted the goggles over Lucy’s eyes. The hood and collar went back into place and Lucy looked to everyone like the girl who was trying to sleep on the train and stay warm. When the three-car train arrived, the two bundled up young women were the only ones who boarded. Lucy stumbled along, blind, while Glenda guided her with hands and soft, helpful voice, into a pair of wooden seats facing forward. Although a few other passengers got on at later stops, they had the coach more or less to themselves and the other passengers ignored them. Lucy fidgeted in her bondage, but made no real effort to get Glenda to free her. Outside, the storm picked up in intensity, but the little narrow gauge electric train steadily climbed the mountain and then plunged into the first of several long tunnels that penetrated deep into the core of the mountain.
Once the train entered the tunnels, the roaring snowstorm made no difference. They finally emerged into the dark and gloomy fog of the mountaintop. Lucy and Glenda were among the few passengers who exited and again, Glenda helped her friend off the car and turned her towards the snow-covered building a few meters away.
There was no one around. Most skiers, put off by the prospect of a roaring blizzard at ten thousand feet, had decided to stay home by the fire. Glenda led Lucy up a freshly shoveled path in the snow to a concrete building nearly buried in the snow.
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