Summer School & After School: The Ponygirl Omnibus Edition

by Jurgen von Stuka

  “Schneefernerhaus,” she said as they entered the steel door, which was more like an air lock, their footsteps echoing in the seemingly empty hallway that led to a small office.

  “Ah, Frau Rostram, welcome, welcome,” the old woman behind the counter cried, hurrying over and shaking hands, and then exchanging a warm hug and double kiss with Glenda. “We didn’t think you would come, but your room is ready for you and your guest.”

  “This is my friend, Lucy,” Glenda said. “She got snow blinded yesterday and the doctor wants her to keep her eyes covered for another twenty-four hours, so indulge us and we’ll make it to the rooms slowly.”

  “But of course,” the woman said. “We have that problem here now and then when they stay out too long without eye protection. Does she require anything?”

  “No, not at the moment, thank you,” Glenda said.

  Lucy stood blindly with her goggles and hood still in place, and her aching arms still bound behind her back. Had she been able to see, she would have probably been surveying the concrete walls and lack of windows, wondering what exactly this place really was. Their hostess took a set of keys from her desk and escorted them up deeper into the building.

  “Ever since the catastrophe,” she narrated as they walked along the carpeted concrete hall, “we have to keep the doors and windows sealed. No one is allowed out on the decks except for maintenance and repairs.”

  “I know,” said Glenda. “We aren’t going out except perhaps to ski when the storm ends.”

  “Good,” said the woman, leading them up a flight of concrete stairs and down another cold, empty hall to a heavy wooden door with a golden Eagle carved into the wood. She opened the door and stepped back to allow both girls to enter. The inside was Spartan compared to most first class hotel rooms, but the accommodations were apparently the top of the line in terms of what one might usually find at this altitude in the middle of winter. There were two queen-sized beds with massive down covers, dozens of pillows on the bed and spread out before the fireplace that was already roaring with a deeply coaled fire. Adjoining the main room was a spacious bath with bidet, toilet, deep tub and separate shower. The floor was a mixture of thick rugs and animal skins. The two windows high on the wall were shrouded with ice and snow outside and had steel shutters that could be lowered with an electric motor.

  The woman indicated that they should call down for anything they might need and told them that their skis were in the ski room adjacent to the lobby, but that all skiing was forbidden for the day, at least until the snow stopped.

  “Luncheon will be available at one, but since you are the only guests, just phone and let us know what you want and when you want it. The same is true for dinner.” She smiled and turned to leave, stopping near the door and pointing to a massive wooden chest next to the door. “As you requested, Frau Rostram,” she said, and left the room.

  As soon as the door closed, Glenda left Lucy and went to make sure it was locked, then lifted Lucy’s hood, removed the goggles and allowed her to acclimate her eyes to the room light. Lucy hummed behind the gag.

  “You need a break?” Glenda asked somewhat patronizingly. Lucy nodded.

  Glenda helped her get out of the parka, unfastened the gag and sat her down on the couch, grinning happily at her captive. Lucy cleared her throat and asked Glenda to free her arms so she could use the bathroom.

  “No,” said Glenda. “Not quite yet. Remember that you were ambivalent about top or bottom, so you will remain my slave for a while. I’ll undo your trousers and belt and then you can do for yourself in the bathroom.”

  “Come on, Glenda. My arms really hurt and I need to pee,” Lucy whined.

  “Pee while chained,” Glenda said, somewhat harshly. She unfastened Lucy’s belt and pulled her trousers down, then pulled her cotton bikini panties down to her knees as well. “Now go pee,” she said, taking off her own coat and sweater and making herself comfortable in the couch.

  Lucy got up, staggered to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. The fire crackled in the fireplace and the wind howled outside. It was the perfect getaway.

  The next twenty-four hours were exciting for both girls. They had meals sent to their room and Glenda kept Lucy bound at all times, switching from the cuffs and gag to a variety of bondage gear that was in the sea chest by the door. Since Glenda owned the room, she kept her gear and considerable clothing there year round. They enjoyed each other and Lucy soon stopped asking to be untied or unchained, relishing the fact that Glenda had really become her mistress, providing food, beverage and comfort to her captive through the day and night. As expected, the storm lasted into the next two days and no one left the building except for maintenance and emergency crews. Snow soon covered the windows and the shutters were left closed. The train stopped running because of snowdrifts at the lower altitudes. There was no lack of comfort as the mountaintop station was equipped with a three-month’s supply of food and fuel for its massive generators.

  On the second day, the two girls switched roles and Lucy quickly used her talents to bind Glenda in a submissive position by the fireplace. She kept her friend naked and spread eagle on the wood paneled wall, her legs stretched wide and toes just touching the floor. In the trunk, Lucy discovered a custom-made metal brank that incorporated an internal rubber hood. Obviously made just for Glenda, Lucy fitted the device over her captive’s blond head, first sealing her in with the rubber hood that had only a mouth hole. With the latex helmet in place, Lucy put the heavy steel brank over Glenda’s head and closed the pressure pads on the eyes and ears. The base locked at three places around her already collared neck and sealed her ripe mouth with a hinged gag arrangement that when closed, forced a rubber ball deep into Glenda’s mouth and then sealed it with a leather pad. The intensity of the gag arrangement made Lucy wonder how anyone could withstand it, but Glenda accepted the entire package encapsulating her skull without a sound. Glenda then remained chained to the wall for several hours while Lucy took a shower, washed her hair and soaked in the tub that allowed her to sit on a seat inside the tub and have the warm Jacuzzi water up to her neck. From the bath, Lucy was able to watch her friend, bound and hooded, spread out on the wall, wiggling her fingers from time to time, but making no sound.

  After the bath, while she dried her hair, Lucy dug around in the bottomless trunk and picked out a pair of beautifully hand carved ivory statues that were encased in leather drawstring pouches. One was of a man and the other of a beautiful woman. Both were erotically anatomically correct and about six inches tall. Instead of a base, the statues had an open ring-like hole carved in the bottom, just below the feet, as though the figure was standing on a heavy ring. Lucy immediately saw the function of these lovely figures and set about preparing them for Glenda.

  Finally, attired in a tight-fitting transparent silk jumpsuit and furry boots, Lucy approached Glenda with the figures in hand.

  “You probably know what’s coming, Glenda, but I just can’t resist these lovely figurines and I know just where they should be.”

  Lucy slipped two lubricated condoms over the figures, pulling the condom rims down to the rings at the bottom of each statute, then, kneeling in front of Glenda, she extended her pink tongue and slowly licked the crevice between Glenda’s slightly parted lower lips, plunging in deeper as Glenda warmed up, panting and flexing the muscles in her thighs. Lucy, pleased that she was able to bring her friend such pleasure, pursued this task with elegance and perseverance, bringing Glenda from one orgasmic peak to the next, stopping only to let her slightly cool down before reentering the warm perfumed cave and using her teeth to entice and excite the rigid nub of Glenda’s clit. When she was perfectly certain that Glenda was ready for something more, Lucy slowly inserted the male figure into Glenda’s soft, warm cunt. Her chained friend at first recoiled at the invasion, but then, probably realizing what it was, relaxed and allowed the ivory man with the erect penis to invade and plumb the depths of her quickly swelling cunt. The ivory erection j
ust happened to be directly in line with the extended tip of Glenda’s clit and the match-up, arranged by Lucy, got the desired reaction from a now struggling, moaning wall-bound Glenda.

  “Hold that right there,” Lucy ordered, tapping the figure’s ringed bottom lightly as she brought the female statue up behind Glenda, carefully directing its head into Glenda’s anus, slowly pushing and withdrawing, then pushing again until the portal opened and accepted the ivory woman’s head and then her shoulders. Now Glenda was groaning and twisting in her chains, tugging at the steel cuffs holding her wrists to the paneled wall, flexing her legs and shifting her hips. With patience, Lucy persisted and pushed harder, driving the ivory figure deeper and deeper so that the statue’s narrow waist was now inside and her wide hips were urging Glenda’s sphincter to open wider, to accept the whole body into her body. Glenda let out a loud, muffled groan as the last of the figure slid into the rectum, leaving only the ring remaining outside. Meanwhile, Lucy had to press the male figure upwards again to keep it in its place while she fashioned a length of braided rope into a tight belt around Glenda’s narrow waist and then pulled the long end of the rope down in back and through the two protruding rings in the figures, tying the end off just below Glenda’s navel.

  “This may not be new to you, Glenda,” said Lucy, sitting back on the oriental rug in front of her bound friend, “but it sure is to me. I assume this adorable couple has been in there before, right?” She leaned forward, tapped the ringed base of the male statue, and extracted an aroused moan from the chained woman.

  “By tonight, you may want to have me further enhance this arrangement, but for now, it’s just you and these two little people, so enjoy it. I have some reading to do and then a short nap. Later, dear.”

  Hanging pinned to the wall in her chains, her head encased in the heavy rubber and steel brank and with the two ivory statues impaling her, Glenda shuddered and moaned in yet another immobile orgasm. Lucy marveled that anyone could achieve such heights without any motion, but assumed that in time, perhaps she too could achieve such pleasurable release.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Cellar

  They stayed at the mountain retreat for four days, then took the train down, this time with Glenda tightly bound with leather straps around her arms and upper torso, ski goggles over her eyes, a nearly invisible gag in her mouth and a pair of intermittently active dildoes up her cunt and ass. She wore a long coat and appeared to sleep most of the return trip. When they got to the base station, Lucy removed Glenda’s goggles and gag and they walked to the Rover close together with Lucy’s gloved hand inside Glenda’s coat, teasing her still.

  Back at the villa, they went directly to the basement where Glenda had already set up the next session earlier in the week. It was more intense than the first. Once unbound and with a short break for food, a toilet visit and a drink of mineral water, she led Lucy through a large, heavy door into a smaller room off the main chamber and showed her the arrangement that would keep them in heavy sexual bondage for the rest of the night. Glenda admitted that days before, while Lucy was closing out her hotel room, she had gathered all of the items needed for this session.

  “Looks like you thought of everything,” Lucy said, surveying the large pile of gear in the room and the unique equipment as well.

  “If you learn nothing else from me, let it be that if you tinker in self bondage or even with another person, safety and being prepared are at the top of the planning list,” said Glenda as she led Lucy through the plan for the night.

  First, they put on high boots with stiletto heels. The boots fit perfectly, a point not wasted on Lucy who was already totally enamored by the things Glenda was showing her and was amazed that apparently her foot and leg size were stored somewhere in and beyond Glenda’s excellent memory. Next came a pair of custom-made corsets with matching collars. Most fascinating to Lucy was a bizarre trapeze sort of arrangement suspended from the four corners of the ceiling. Hanging at about shoulder height in the center of the room, attached to four strong bungee cord-style bands, was a two-foot long leather saddle. Mounted on the saddle were four individual dildoes, two larger ones in the center and two slightly smaller ones an inch or two apart from the big ones, all lined up along the saddle’s length. Glenda explained that when they were ready, they would each straddle the hanging saddle and slide the double dildoes up inside themselves. The positions of the dildoes on the saddle were adjustable, Glenda demonstrated. The tension from the overhead suspension and bungee springs would drive the prongs up into the appropriate body cavities and keep them there. No harness or belts were needed.

  They shackled their booted ankles together with about a foot between them. Then additional chains crossed from Lucy’s left foot to Glenda’s left foot and from Glenda’s right foot to Lucy’s right foot. This X-shaped chain pattern was a critical part of the arrangement and allowed them to move a bit, but not cover any great distance on the stone floor. On their necks were collars with multiple rings attached. Glenda showed an entranced Lucy the bridle style harnesses they would wear on their heads to hold the fat, double dildo gags in place, placing their faces only inches apart, but unable to touch.

  Each girl donned the heavy rubber and leather corset, Lucy tightening Glenda’s laces in back and the other girl doing the same for Lucy. The corsets forced their breasts up and outward, compressed their already thin waists a few more inches than either girl had ever experienced and also created a sturdy support that kept them from bending over to get at the saddle or leg chains. Shown the set of silver nipple caps that they would wear, Lucy experimented with one on her right tit and gave a shriek as the thing’s tiny spring locked shut around her nipple, squeezing the nub with what felt like a half dozen tiny pinchers.

  “I’m not sure I can stand this,” Lucy said, pressing the thimble like silver cap and releasing it from her tit.

  “They will be the least of your worries, darling,” Glenda said, squeezing Lucy’s hand and picking up a pair of unusual chains that attached to the caps. “We’ll have our nips chained to each other. We can preset the intensity of the caps, so just turn that tiny little knob and test it now. Later will be too late. Remember that if you move, you not only tug on yours, but you’ll yank mine as well.”

  “Oh,” was all Lucy could say. She turned the knob, which was like the crown on a wristwatch and tried several settings before deciding what her nipples could stand, then she tugged at one set of chains and noticed that there was a bit of stretch in them, not unlike the way expanding watch bands stretched.

  “That’s to give us a little bit of slack,” Glenda said. She explained that when they were finally in this web of stretchy straps and chains, they would be held inescapably, forced to endure the effects of the spring-suspended saddle’s dildoes, the nipple caps, the deep double gag and the head harnesses. “We’ll be slaves to ourselves and unable to get free while we enjoy the impact and stimulation…and believe me, there is a lot of impact to this arrangement, so I hope you’re up for it. Once we link up the gag, connect the collars and lock our wrists, there is no getting out. Any questions?” Glenda asked as they stood in the center of the room, their ankles chained and legs spread as they maneuvered the hanging saddle and its massive probes between their legs, using their joint weight to pull down hard on the bungee straps to get it into position. To do this, Glenda had to release the straps at her end of the saddle and then position the saddle between her legs. Once they were both over the saddle, Glenda reattached the quick release links to the straining bungee straps and the saddle sprang upwards, slowly overcoming their weight and strength. They were within a few inches of each other, their breasts and noses touching as they neared the final preparations. Glenda had already applied a slippery gel to the dildoes and butt plugs and suddenly, as they both pulled on the straps to hold them below their crotches, the four thick penis probes rose and slid into place between their four legs as if they had been designed to penetrate both girls in one single plunge.<
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  “Oh…ahhhh,” said Lucy as the double dongs went home in her already liquid cunt and ass. “That’s an amazing feeling.”

  “Indeed,” said Glenda, aligning herself and her double impalers as well. “Wait until we get into the rhythm and these straps have us bouncing around on these rubber dicks.”

  “Can I put the caps on your tits?” Lucy asked, holding the tiny silver clips with their chains ready.

  “Go ahead,” Glenda smiled. “Your left to my left, my right to your right. Do it.”

  Lucy squeezed the clips and placed the caps over the four rigid nipples, both girls inhaling sharply and grimacing as the metal caps closed around the small turrets of their breasts.

  The next item was a simple short chain linking the front of each collar. This held their faces very close, but left enough room for the gag to be inserted in each mouth.

  The last element would be their hands being cuffed behind each other and so they placed one cuff on their left wrists, locked it so it wouldn’t tighten further and moved on to the next element.

  The gags went in next. So they looked into each other’s eyes and searched for something, something special to tell them that they were not going to be hurt by this adventure into forbidden territory.

  “How will we escape?” Lucy asked, still struggling with the pain in her nipples as the clips took hold and Glenda shifted her feet a bit.

  “At seven tomorrow morning, or maybe it’s today, I’m not sure, the overhead straps for the bungies will release. There’s a back-up system fifteen minutes later if that should fail. Then we get to the cuff keys over there on the wall and that’s it. If you have an emergency. If you really must escape, there is a special release. Shall I show it to you?”

  “I guess so,” said Lucy, her voice shaking with anticipation and some fear. “Just in case.”

  “Okay. Two things. First, these are magician’s handcuffs. If you slam them together quickly, they will release. Try it.”