The Couriers

by Jurgen von Stuka

  “Now,” Karine said, as she walked slowly behind Marianne’s strained position and slowly guided the steel device up and down between the girl’s wide-spread buttocks. Marianne flinched and tried to evade the coming ass-reaming, but the additional tension on all three critical points on the front of her body made her freeze as she felt the cold, slimy, segmented head of the anal probe poke its way into her rear chamber. Karine was of the school that slow and steady was the preferred methodology for inserting anything into anyone, so she simply increased the pressure on the handle of the thing and smiled as the already abused rectal tissue was pushed aside and the giant, rounded head slowly vanished into Marianne’s ass.

  Marianne felt her ass ring stretching and stretching more and more, the pain was there, but there was also the erotic electric currant that always proceeded being entered and fucked from behind. Marianne recognized this feeling and let her mind concentrate on it, trying to relax her asshole and let this monster enter. It went in further and further, still not past the point where the frontal bulb’s size began to shrink. Finally, there was that welcome release of tension as the steel probe’s head was inside and the attached shaft was now all that Karine could see and feel as she thrust the device a bit deeper, then stopped.

  “How’s that?” Karine asked, not really caring, but wanting some response from the erotically tormented woman nearly hanging by her tits and clit.

  “Ummmph,” was all that come from behind Marianne’s mouth-sealing gag.

  “Oh, good for you,” said Karine. “Now we can get serious. You have had enough junk stuffed up your ass, I am sure, Honey, but this one has a surprise, which you may have already figured out. You’ve had your ass stuffed and inflated with those slick rubber bladders that make you feel like your intestines are about to explode, right?”

  Marianne nodded.

  “And, of course, you’ve experienced the electrical and vibrating eggs and plugs that seem to melt your insides, right?”

  Again, a weak nod from Marianne.

  “So now, you miserable cunt, try this.....” and Karine turned the probe’s handle about ninety degrees, hearing the ratchet mechanism click with each increment of expansion and relishing the immediate scream from behind the gag. “That’s what is known as a fifteen minute expansion. I turned the handle just about ninety degrees. The three segments of the probe’s head have opened up and now look somewhat like a blooming flower. Not fully open, for sure, but just starting to bloom. Imagine, Honey, what a few, full, three hundred sixty degree turns, a full sixty minutes worth, will feel like, huh?”

  Marianne was screaming and she didn’t hear what Karine was saying. It was just as well. Karine’s running monolog was punctuated with her fastening the rod to the dual rings mounted on either ass cheek, well up in the buttock crevasse. A locking pin was inserted into the protruding rod and then two small padlocks held the pin to the ass rings. Given the torment of her internal organs, the small annoyance of the rod’s locking pin was but a tiny distraction for Marianne. The steel probe was now locked in her ass and would not be removed until the blooming triple pedals of the head were retracted. This seemed like an unlikely event at the moment.

  “While you contemplate this expanding ass plug, you should also be aware of yet another unpromoted feature of this gadget. When I twist this part of the shaft, it disconnects from the internal portion and I can then, as you may now feel, remove the pole.” About half the length of the long, greasy shaft detached from the rest of the device leaving only a short stump with the locking pins sticking out of Marianne’s ass. The removed portion of the rod was then exhibited in front of her tearful eyes by Karine.

  “There is one more little feature you might want to know about here,” Karine crooned as she walked away and spoke to her tormented victim over her shoulder. “Well, actually, there are two items on my check list. Number one is that I was told to leave you in a four point suspension, not a three point one, so I need to take care of that. Number two is that one really cool thing incorporated into this asshole boring gadget is a timer. I have set it so that all night long, at intervals I have preset, the head will open up a tiny bit more, giving you the feeling, I think, of something evil growing in your guts and ass. Sort of like being pregnant with a steel egg growing in your rectum. Of course, as you have perhaps already figured out, that blooming steel flower cannot be removed from your lower tract without the pole I just removed. Really simple electronic coding must be exchanged between the shaft and the egg before they can hook up, the eggs collapsed and withdrawn. “

  Semi conscious, Marianne moaned and tried again to find some position that didn’t hurt. She knew there was none, but she continued to shift her high heeled feet, tilt her pelvis and not inhale too quickly. Nothing helped. Now this devil in her ass was the completely unexpected horror that was taking its toll on her endurance and sanity. She noticed that Karine was now, once again, standing in front of her, smiling with her perfect white teeth, and staring at Marianne’s small nose.

  “Oh shit,” Marianne said to herself, for there were no real words uttered and no one to hear her. Knowing that the ring in her nose was the target of the fourth suspension point, Marianne tried to pull away just as Karine reached forward and clipped the final chain to the nose ring. The chain retreated slowly upward until there was painful stress now on Marianne’s nose. As if in afterthought, Karine installed the double curved prongs of a nostril hook into Marianne’s already suffering nose and pulled the attached cords back, over her head and attached them to the girl’s collar. The only new sound from Marianne was a low moan that came from her throat and seeped out of her distended nostrils as the hook’s cords were secured.

  The position was complete. Marianne stood on tip toe, rigidly connected to the ceiling, and cried. She was partially suspended with four light chains linked to her nipples, her nose and her clit. The huge contraption in her ass and the equally monstrous gag in her mouth competed for her anguished attention. Her hooked nose was just the icing on the torment cake and her chained bondage was secondary to all of these other encumbrances. Karine walked out the door, slammed it and made certain it was locked. The night was young and the game was just beginning.

  What Marianne didn’t know yet was that all of this supposed accommodation of her wishes was in fact part of the program which would convert her into a zombie-like slave who would soon be willing and skilled enough to do anything she was told to do with the promised reward being further subjugation and torment at the hands of The System’s manipulative operators.

  Chapter Thirteen

  A Taste of Dede

  Suppose she has lured me here for other things, like maybe offering me to some men so that she can just sit back and watch....

  The first night that Dede spent with Bibi was memorable for them both. Bibi allowed the new girl to spend another two hours hog-tied in the cuffs and chains she had placed herself in and then released her cuffed wrists and elbows, gave her the keys and told Dede to free herself, take a hot shower and then get ready for bed. Dede, still gagged with the elaborate head harness she found in the bottomless duffel bag, used her freed hands to remove the blindfold, but left the rest of the harness and mouth stuffing in place while she unfastened her legs, ankles, waist and neck from the self-inflicted bondage. Bibi went back to her work in the study.

  Dede, as ecstatic as she was, considered her situation:

  This is more than I ever hoped for, but there is that little twinge of danger that I so love and desperately need here, she thought as she unlocked yet another padlock holding her ankles together.

  Bibi is, I’m pretty sure, a good person and has taken me in to share what she has already confessed is one of her fetishes, (if that’s the word). But suppose she’s really not what she seems. Suppose she has lured me here for other things, like maybe offering me to some men so that she can just sit back and watch....well, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad either. I certainly know enough about myself to be able to say that I
’m definitely bi and enjoying it at this time in my life. So...let’s see what’s in the bag....

  Two hours later, it was past two in the morning and Bibi went to her bedroom to discover Dede already spread-eagle in the huge bed, She had cleverly chained and locked herself to the four corners of the bed with her head at the foot and her feet at the head. She was still gagged and blindfolded, but smelled of fresh soap and shampoo and looked truly ravishing, Bibi thought.

  “Dede,” Bibi said softly. “You look lovely. Are you comfortable?”

  Dede hummed and nodded.

  “Good,” said Bibi. “Because that’s how you are going to stay for the night. I know what you had in mind, but unfortunately there are three good reasons why that fantasy of yours isn’t going to happen tonight. First, I have a major case to solve and I need to be clear-headed later this morning, so boffing you is out for now. Second, despite what you may think, I am not inclined to just climb into bed with every cute young thing that shows up, with or without an invitation. And third, since I tend to be dominant in most cases, I am going to see to it that you get full exposure to the life of a slave, before I decide to directly participate in your fantasy.

  “Now, Dede Love, if this doesn’t sound like what you wanted for tonight, give me the SOS and I’ll figure out how to get you out of this nicely spread position and lock you away for the night elsewhere so that I can get my beauty sleep.”

  Dede made no sound as she contemplated Bibi’s proposal. For her, Dede, it meant no sex with Bibi, but it didn’t rule out more solitary enjoyment throughout the night if she played her cards right.

  After all, she thought, being able to get tied up really tight and know that there is someone who can get you loose if there’s a problem is about as good as it gets.

  The end result was that, despite some muffled objections from Dede, eventually Bibi unlocked her little companion from the bed, telling her this was her last break before being put away for the night. Bibi took the gag out and allowed Dede a toilet break and a drink of apple juice, attached a fresh pair of padded cuffs to Dede’s wrists and elbows, then posed the gag for reinsertion while Dede yammered on and on about how cool it was to have a real Dom taking care of her and how she enjoyed the session and on and on until Bibi motioned that she was about to jam a slightly larger ball gag back into her mouth.

  Dede thought: Oh, wait, wait, please, the cuffs on my arms are really, really too tight. My poor shoulders aren’t used to being pulled back that far. I can’t do it to myself and no one has ever done this double handcuff thing on me before. But she remained silent even without the gag in place.

  “Too much?” Bibi asked, watching the girl’s facial expression as she closed the elbow cuffs.

  Dede nodded.

  “Okay,” Bibi said. “You seemed to manage it for yourself before, but I imagine your arms and shoulders are aching by now, so I’ll use these leg irons on your elbows instead. They have a lot more room and these have a chain ratchet so we can pull your shoulders back slowly so that it won’t be too uncomfortable. But, bear in mind, Little Miss, that this was not intended to be a luxury comfortable engagement for you. You wanted tight and safe. You got it. That doesn’t mean that I can’t (or won’t), give you a real taste of what being a sub means. You got that?”

  “Oh, wait a minute” Bibi interjected. “You seem to have passed up one of my favorite items in the duffle bag. Was it intentional or aren’t you familiar with posture collars like this one?” Bibi held up the black and red leather collar/harness.

  Dede mumbled something incoherent and Bibi took the ball gag back out of the girl’s slobbering mouth.

  “I saw it, but didn’t know what it was exactly or how it works,” Dede said, trying to lick the ball gag-generated saliva dripping from her lips. She studied the black appliance, which was nicely trimmed in red leather and looked formidable. “Can I try it on?”

  “You try, you wear it all night,” Bibi said, trying to sound a bit harsher than she actually felt.

  “Okay,” Dede chirped in her usual girlish manner. “You’ll have to do it as my hands seem to be out of service at the moment,” as she tugged a bit on the handcuffs at wrists and elbows.

  “Stop twitching,” Bibi said. “You asked for all of this and I do have other things to do, so hold still.”

  Dede nodded again and then said: “Sorry. I understand. Can you put that collar thing on me first and give my arms a rest?”

  “Okay. Stand still. This will take a few minutes.”

  “Tell me about what you’re working on,” Dede said. “If you can.”

  “Yes, well, I can tell you that we’re baffled by the so-called Courier Robberies throughout Europe. Police and Interpol really haven’t got any suspects and the trail is always cold by the time they get to the scene. To make it more interesting, it appears that the thieves are exclusively athletic women about your age and they are very well trained and very good.

  “So that’s what I’m working on and it’s not going anywhere right now. Hold still, damn it. This thing is tricky. And by the way, some people cannot tolerate this kind of device, so if you have any issues, don’t play hero. Give me the signal and I’ll get you out.”

  “Okay. How does it work?”

  “Essentially this beautiful piece of complex leather work is a combination posture collar, with braces to hold the head in one position; a neck corset to slightly confine the neck and a harness that keeps the whole thing in one motionless position on your shoulders,” Bibi narrated as she fitted the corset collar around Dede’s slim neck and began lacing the back edges together.

  “Naturally, the whole thing locks up with several padlocks in the key straps. But actually, the locks are redundant, but they add to the effect of total submission. I’m going to leave the locks off tonight until we make sure this thing fits you properly and you are uncomfortably comfortable.

  “One more thing... Well,” Bibi added. “Two things. First, if you want out, you must use the remotes I showed you before and which are still taped into both of your hands. We’ll test that in a minute. Second and this is important Dede, so listen carefully. There is an emergency release on this collar/harness combination. On the left side is a heavy duty zipper that I am not going to lock, so in a situation where you must get out urgently, I will pop the zipper and the tension on your head and neck will relax at once. Obviously, you won’t be able to activate it yourself, but it’s there if we need it. Okay?”

  “The real beauty of this design is that it has a full double gag, ear coverings and an attached blindfold. When you’re in this you are in about as cool a sensory deprivation gadget as you can get,” Bibi continued as she tugged to get the collar corset correctly in place, the lower flared section resting on top of Dede’s shoulders and the collar pushing the girl’s chin up a bit before Bibi tightened the laces further. “You’ll have lost your ability to make sounds and to speak, your hearing will be greatly reduced, you won’t see anything and you won’t be able to move from your shoulders up.”

  “Double gag?” Dede asked, trying to twist her head and discovering that the corset and collar were doing their job. She was unable to move her head even an inch.

  “You won’t be able to see what’s in my hands because you cannot lower your chin any more, but this,” she waved a fat, penis-shaped, leather-covered mouth plug in front of the girl’s eyes, “is the primary gag. It should fill your cute little mouth completely and if it doesn’t, it’s also inflatable to make sure it gets into the cracks and crevices.”

  “Ohhh,” Dede groaned, mostly from anticipation of having this perfect Dom stuff her mouth with this thing.

  “And this,” Bibi persisted, “is the second part. It’s really just a foam lined sealing flap that fills the space between your nose and the top edge of the corset collar, but it makes one hell of a seal and very little noise gets out. I can personally testify to this because I have worn this gear more than once and know that I can yell my head off and no one, ev
en my partner, Jean, couldn’t hear me. That means that the back-up safety has to be something other than an oral noise.”

  “You guys tie each other up?” Dede asked, somewhat amazed that Bibi would tell her such personal secrets.

  “Why not? We’re both consenting adults. It’s recreational for us both and beats hanging around bars while morons try to pick us up. We know exactly what we are getting into. Just like you and me,” Bibi said, sounding a bit shocked that there could be any other answer.

  “This will assure that there won’t be any more noise out of you tonight,” Bibi intoned. “And. If you’re smart, you’ll get your jollies and then nod off to sleep, which is the easiest way I’ve found to endure this collar and stuff. In the morning, I’ll swap this collar and for an American Squaw’s Bridle, which I can guarantee you will not like.”

  Dede pondered what a Squaw’s Bridle was, but could not ask while Bibi tied off the collar laces at the top of her head, tightened both straps that came up and crossed the crown of her skull and then stuffed the penis gag into Dede’s wide open mouth. She positioned the second stage of the gag over Dede’s now plugged mouth and pulled the fastening straps back behind her head, jamming the interior gag further in and sealing Dede’s mouth completely.

  “Can you breathe ok?” Bibi asked.

  Dede tried to nod, but discovering that this was impossible, gurgled behind the double gag.

  “One sound is ‘I’m okay.’ Two is ‘I want out,’ Bibi said.

  Dede gave one long grunt.

  Bibi took a long length of braided rope and wove it under and over Dede’s breasts, finishing it up with a few snug circles around each bulbous mammary while Dede groaned again, apparently trying to say that she hadn’t been told that her tits were going to be encircled with the harsh rope.