Having It All

by Jurgen von Stuka

  Before the next night arrived, Lila and Sanita were in different rooms of the headquarters, but both were in the basement and undergoing interrogation in different ways. Sanita hung by her ankles with her wrists tied below her to a weight on the floor. Building bricks were wired to her nipples, pulling her breasts downward and swinging horribly while her mouth was gang fucked. Her mouth was held open by a steel ring wired in place behind her teeth and this simple device allowed each man who wanted her to walk up, lower his trousers and come in her mouth. This was repeated until they apparently ran out of available fuckers or the rest decided they didn't want leftovers. From somewhere in the building, she could hear Lila screaming. The screams went on and on for the same amount of time as she was being fucked.

  Finally, they lowered her to the floor and perched her on a single metal pole stuck into a hole in the cement. The pole had a forked end with two roughly formed penis shapes close together. Without any preparation, they stood Sanita up and lifted her until the double dicks were even with her crotch, then they lowered her onto the dual impalements and made sure that her feet were just touching the floor. Her wrists were tied behind her back, the same old gag was in her mouth and, for effect, they bound her ankles and knees to the supporting post.

  At first, she wiggled to try to get off the post and its double branches, but she found that the wiggling only made it worse, so she stood still, glaring at the evil bastards who sat around, drinking beer and playing with themselves while watching her. A few hours later, they lifted her off the pole, inserted fresh cucumbers into her ass and cunt, wrapped wire around her waist and through her crotch to hold them in place, then wired her to a steel chair with her arms pulled back behind her, thighs pulled wide apart and ankles wired up to the sides of the seat. They cut another cucumber in half and stuffed it into her violated mouth, silencing her sobs and moans. A portion of her dress was wrapped about her head, covering her eyes and then they left her in the locked room for the night, twitching and wiggling on the hard seat, trying to force the vegetables out of her body, but totally luckless.

  By dawn, she was in and out of consciousness, acutely aware of the noises elsewhere and hearing what she thought was the shuffle of troops in the hallway, a shouted series of commands and then several shots fired all at once. Then more shouted orders and the troops marched off. She knew that they had probably shot Lila and she assumed that she would be next.

  Chapter Thirty

  Three

  The dream about being a rebel seemed more realistic than any of the others. Perhaps, she was motivated to tell Doctor Roth about it because she recently saw an old movie on TV in which the heroine was a partisan and was captured, tortured and put to death by the evil dictator in the distant country.

  “Perhaps,” said Doctor Roth, “but tell me more about you and your sister.”

  “Like what?” Sandy asked, having no idea what amount of detail her shrink wanted.

  “Do you love her?” Roth asked casually.

  “I suppose so. She's been in and out of my life so often, it's hard to say if it's sisterly love or more than that. We get along well enough and we share the same… ah, interests.”

  “Such as?” Roth pressed.

  “We are both fascinated with sex and with BDSM and we both like men AND women.”

  “We have talked about some of this before, but please explain to me exactly, if you can, the extent of the bi-sexuality you share with your sister.”

  “That would take longer than your $350 hour, Doctor Roth. I may be in denial, but I don't consider myself a bi-sexual.”

  “I understand. I think, as you may also, that the term “bi-sexual” is misused and perhaps inadequate. How would you describe you and your sister's sexual interests?”

  “First of all, we both love men. Probably more than we enjoy women.”

  “Can you explain?”

  “I enjoy men dominating me usually more than I like to have women in that role. That includes my sister. If I am going to be tied up, (to use a general term meaning placed in bondage and excited by it), I prefer it to be done by men. And to go one step further, by men I know. And to extend that further, I prefer being fucked by men…generally.

  “With women,” Sandy continued,” I prefer a sharing of the BDSM experience. I find that if I'm bound with another woman and we are either sharing the experience as a pair or being dominated by a man, it works best. Does that help you understand me better, Doctor?”

  “Yes. It does. But explain, if you would, the 'sharing experience' you just mentioned. Do you mean you are both tied and manipulating each other simultaneously?”

  “That's an interesting way to phrase it. But yes, it can be very exciting.”

  “How does one accomplish that?”

  “Are you serious, Doc?”

  “Yes. Can you give me a short scenario?”

  “In as few words as possible, another woman and I agree to tie each other up. This could mean one appears to dominate the other and then gets involved as well, perhaps even with an imaginary third person. Once bound, we have sex or simulated sex.”

  “Where does the imaginary third person fit in?”

  “Okay. You want details and this is on my nickel, so here's another short version: I tie or chain or strap the other woman up first. She may appear to resist, but that's part of the scene. Once she's well secured, I bind myself. This is easier if I have handcuffs or chains because then I don't have to use ropes, which are hard to finish properly so that I can't escape.”

  “Is that true? You are saying that in most cases of self-bondage, you always have away out? That you can always find a way to get the same knots you have tied untied?”

  “Well, Doc, why don't you try it yourself?”

  “I may do that, but not now, thanks. So, you have found a way to tie or chain yourself so that you cannot get free?”

  “Yes, there are ways to tie oneself so that escape without access to a sharp blade or some other cutting tool is extremely difficult. Using certain knots that get tighter when tension is placed on them, plus some pretty much escape-proof techniques, I can use just rope and make it darned near impossible to get myself out of it. Finishing it up with locking chain or cuffs though is the most efficient way to do that. The same goes for my partner. I may wrap her in rope or straps, but finishing her off with a locking metal device on her hands and feet is the ultimate security.”

  “Can you pick locks? The ones on handcuffs, I mean?”

  “I know how, but I seldom even bother. It works best if you can see the cuffs and the small areas where the picks must go, so I don't mess with it.”

  “So, you and another woman get securely bound, either to each other or singly, right?”

  “Right.”

  “Then what happens?”

  “Doc, I know your questions are meant as research to help me, but I'm not inclined to want to give you a move by move narrative of my sex activity. This seems too much like phone sex, if you know what I mean.”

  “Okay. Let's move on then. How does this mutual restraint, dual binding, if you would, bring you sexual satisfaction?”

  “Hell, Doc, that's why I’m here. You tell me.”

  “Okay. Just tell me how it feels.”

  “In general, once I am bound, we get together and do each other, sometimes simultaneously and at other times, one and then the other taking the lead. It's like any other sexual encounter, only we're bound and gagged…mostly.”

  “How interesting.”

  “Yeah. Sorry I don't have video or a PowerPoint presentation for you.”

  “No. I get the idea. So, how did you feel when your sister and her friend punished you so harshly last week?”

  “I enjoyed it immensely. It just went on too long.”

  “Would you do it again if the opportunity presented itself?'

  “Yes, but I would prefer that Jim did it to me and…this is off line a bit…but it would have been more fun, more exciting, if Meg and Remmy had b
een dominated by Jim at the same time.”

  “A threesome, then,” Roth suggested.

  “Yeah. That's it. That's good dream material - all three of us being disciplined at once.”

  “Can you relate any of this to the dream you initially mentioned?” Roth asked.

  “I suspect that as more intense scenes are played out in the house, in our real life, the violence and intensity of the dreams may increase. This is just my private opinion, Doc. I don't have any proof,” Sandy added.

  “I see. That's a good observation. If I were to follow your hypothesis, I might conclude that eventually things might get too violent. How do you feel about that?”

  “It's possible, but I don't think we are going that way. We do not necessarily seek greater and greater extremes. Rather, we simply look for variation and variety. My recent experience was accidental and although I know that accidents can be tragic, I don't think that we are anywhere near that at this stage,” Sandy said slowly, thinking about what she wanted to say. “Jim, my sister and her friend are smart people and not nut cases. Nor am I, despite the visits you and I have weekly.”

  “Yes,” said Roth, standing up from his chair. “I think you are correct, but be careful. Make sure someone is always on the safety side of your dramas, please. Our time is up. See you next week.”

  Chapter Thirty One

  Loops

  Meg and Sandy stared at each other across the room. Neither could speak because their gags were very effective, but they were trying to communicate by mumbling through the stuffing in their mouths. Both women were bound with nylon rope around their wrists behind their back, pulled uncomfortably up and fastened to one of the many wall rings in the room. Their elbows were also tied closely together and their knees, thighs and ankles were wound with several loops of the white rope, cinched and tied with knots well out of reach. Even though this was one of the dozen bondage situations they both described in their outlines, they were not comfortable in this position, which forced them to bend at the waist to relieve the strain on their shoulders and arms. This caused their breasts to hang out and down, away from their bodies with the excited nipples pointing more or less at the floor. The more tension Jim put on their wrist ropes, the more they had to bend over and the further their tits hung out, presenting ideal targets for whatever Jim had in mind.

  In their heads, both women knew what was coming. After all, they invented the position…or at least Meg thought about it and wrote it down on the questionnaire. They were already suffering from the strict bondage, but the real unpleasantness came from what Jim jokingly referred to his loops. Offered a chance to experience the mysterious arrangement, Meg and Sandy volunteered while Remmy was spending a few days of punishment locked in the hanging body cage in the Upper Room. Jim quickly tied their hands behind their backs, gagged them and marched them into the maid's room. As soon as they were well tied and fastened to the wall, he went to the dresser and came back with what looked like combination rope and wire harnesses.

  He started with Meg while Sandy looked on with increasing concern as Jim placed a pair of rubber-covered wire loops around Meg's full and hanging breasts and pulled the loops tight, squeezing the breast roots into small painful necks supporting the dangling, nipple-tipped flesh globes. Once the wire was tight and the breast bases reduced to about half their usual diameter, Jim wound the rope around Meg's body and then up over each shoulder, creating a sort of rope bra harness. Leaving lots of additional rope hanging from his work, Jim moved over to Sandy and fashioned the same confinement for her smaller, but more than adequate tits. Sandy struggled, as she always did, but of course, in the end, it made no difference and in fact it resulted in Jim tightening the wire loops more than he might have otherwise done. The two rope halters completed, Jim went back to work on Meg, wrapping rope around the wired base of each tit, squeezing the tormented tissue even more, and leaving the woman's tits looking like two shiny red pears attached to her chest. Meg's pink nipples stood out tautly from the captured rigid breast and Sandy's pair soon exhibited the same look. Both women were now whining and moaning into their gags, rubbing their legs together and trying in vain to get Jim's attention and to beg for some release from this painful and prolonged torment.

  “You guys seem to be enjoying this,” Jim said without sarcasm. “I think a couple of hours should get you in the mood for some real sex later on tonight, so I'll leave you to contemplate your tits. Later,” Jim said and closed the door.

  A little while later, Jim returned and without a word, went to Sandy and began to unwind the rope encircling her tits. The returning blood flow and released flesh brought waves of great pain and she thrashed in her bonds while Jim adjusted the rope and wire confinement, leaving part of the harness in place while releasing the tension so that circulation would return and the feelings that it brought could be fully experienced. Meg fidgeted slightly while Jim worked with Sandy, attaching a chromed pair of nose hooks to Sandy's nostrils and pulling the connecting twine back and tying it to the back of her gag. Then, as she whined and struggled even more, Jim put a soft cloth blindfold over her eyes and walked over to Meg.

  “You sure seem to be taking this well,” he said, pulling the woman's shoulder length hair back and staring into her glowing, tearless eyes. Meg almost seemed to laugh at him, neither flinching nor moving away from the brutal work Jim had done to her tits. “Want me to loosen this up a bit?” Jim asked, still holding her head up and watching her eyes.

  “Esssth. Easesss,” she mumbled through the gag, shaking her head as well.

  Jim loosened the rope and wire and waited until the shocks of the release had run their course through the woman's taut body. Then he produced another set of tiny loops fashioned out of very thin nylon line and slipped the loops over each erect nipple.

  “How's that strike you?” he asked, knowing that Sandy could not see what he was doing to her sister. Meg tried to nod but said nothing.

  “Good,” said Jim. “I knew you were a tough bitch, so let's get it on a bit more.” He pulled the nipple lines tight, making sure that the loops were well seated at the nipple base, then let the string fall towards the floor. He retied the wire and rope bindings in slightly different positions and then put on the nose hooks as he had done with Sandy. The blindfold came next. Satisfied that he was on the right track, Jim bent down and tied the nipple lines to a single ring in the floor. The effect on Meg was interesting if nothing else. As she tried to compensate for the awful pull on her nipples, she increased the tension on her nose hooks, further distorting her nostrils. If she tried to relax the nose hooks, she increased the painful stretching of her nipples. Meanwhile, the wire and rope loop combination around her tits, now in its second episode, was taking a toll in pain and increased discomfort. Meg was now whimpering and showing both sexual agitation and some degree of physical distress.

  Jim checked Sandy again and noticed tears running down her cheeks as well and decided that after ten or fifteen minutes, he'd ease up on their bonds and tit torture. As he stood watching the struggling bound women, his cell phone vibrated and he walked out of the room to take the call. When he returned, it was with a recalcitrant Remmy at the end of a short leash, arms and wrists bound behind her back, a massive, lump of soft wood jammed between her white teeth and an ace bandage wound around her head, covering her forehead and eyes. That was all she wore. A set of Jim's best heavy shackles on her ankles with a short connecting hobble completed the outfit. Remmy, after a few hours in the hanging cage, with her nipple rings and tongue pulled upwards and weights dangling from her cunt lips, still seemed full of fight. As he unhooked the thin chains from her three rings, Jim noted that Remmy seemed no worse for wear. Taking the weights from her labia only improved her already positive demeanor. Seeing that she was ready for more action, Jim thought it best to get all of his charges into one room for the night and set them up so that they wouldn't sleep much and couldn't get off on the bondage or each other.

  Jim's plan was s
imple enough. He carefully arranged the threesome so that they were barely touching each other, chained to the ceiling hooks and floor rings with arms and legs spread wide apart and wide leather belts with multiple D rings arranged around the lower and upper edges of the belts. Instead of the conventional buckles securing the belts in exaggerated tightness around each woman's waist, these girdle-like waist compressors had thin stainless steel wires through the entire length of the belt. Each wire terminated in a swaged loop holding a heavy Master Padlock. As he set the belts up on the three women, Jim used a levered tensioner, a gadget somewhat like a miniature come-along pulling device, to pull the cable loops together and then put the locks in place. Each belt had five such cables and lock combinations and when finished, they reduced the bound waists to wasp-like proportions. The belts served as a hard point for other attachments which Jim did not display. He brought the women into the room, stretched them in spread-eagle position with only their fingers touching each other and their high-heeled feet closely chained on the floor. If one girl raised her heel and moved her leg slightly, as much as the restraint allowed, she could barely touch the girl chained next to her. This was a purposeful proximity, again founded on Meg's creative description in her outline. She wrote, “I want to spend the night naked, closely chained to another woman who I desperately want to have, but cannot reach. I think it would be even more exciting to have a dildoe in my cunt and be able to activate it now and then to further get me hot. It might also be interesting if the other girl was in the same situation.”

  So Jim once again obliged. He added three tight and confining hoods to the mix, seating a smaller ball gag inside each widely opened mouth. Then he zipped the back of the hood closed and placed an unnecessary, but psychologically effective lock on the base of the zipper where it met the wide collar around each neck. When finished, Jim stepped back and admired the threesome in the maid's room.

  “Have a great night, girls,” he said before closing and locking the heavy steel and hardwood door. “Coffee and donuts at seven tomorrow, I hope you'll be there.”