Having It All (45 page)

After a few minutes of Jim's cajoling and persistent wiggling of the thing, it finally disappeared into Meg's widely spread anus and held Remmy's face flat up against Meg's trembling, wiggling butt, her nose nestled right at the base of Meg's by now dripping pussy. Holding Remmy's head in place, Jim quickly pulled the nose chain downward, through Meg's spread crack and attached the small snap hook on the end to Meg's clit ring. Another friction lock on the chain allowed him to cinch it up so that there was no slack between Meg's pierced, ringed clit and Remmy's ringed nasal septum.

Although it was, of course, quite unnecessary, Jim decided to further enhance the position. He brought the ends of Remmy's dangling tit chains downward, threaded them through the platform rings, pulled them back up and snapped them to Meg's tit rings, removing the wires that had been holding them to the platform. This allowed the nipple chains from both women to slide back and forth through the platform rings. If Remmy rose an inch and pulled her torso upwards, her tit chains pulled on Meg's. If Remmy bucked in the slightest way, or attempted to ease the dong out of Meg's ass even a fraction of an inch, her nose chain yanked on Meg's clit.

Jim backed away for a moment, surveyed his work and then went to a hidden cabinet in the black wall. He came back to the women with a thick metal post which he laid on the platform floor while he removed a flush floor cover and exposed a hole in the platform's surface. He inserted the post into the hole and let it sink about a foot until it bottomed out. Then he took the dangling chain from Remmy's ringed clitoris and connected it to a ring welded onto the post. As with the other chains already attached to critical body parts on the women, this one had an adjustable friction lock that allowed Jim to shorten it appropriately until there was a taut chain from clit to post and Remmy quickly discovered that this was the controlling connection that was going to make her miserable. If she lowered her head and drove the end of her mouth gag prick deeper into Meg's impaled ass, she pulled on her own clit chained to the post. If she drew away from Meg's ass, the nose ring to Meg's clit chain brought tearful results to both women.

“There,” said Jim proudly. “I hope you two enjoy this arrangement all night long. I probably don't have to tell you experienced subs this, but in time, you will figure out exactly how much push and pull will give you some fun and how much you can do without it really hurting. Enjoy.”

Chapter Twenty Nine

Rebels

The government bastards finally caught up with the two resistance fighters and they were pleased to discover that, unlike so many others they found, these two were very attractive. Sanita had hoped to have time to shoot herself with the small .32 cal. automatic in her purse, but the early morning raid on what they thought was a safe house was perfectly executed and both young women were captured without shots being fired. The blond national police captain personally tied her wrists extra tight behind her back and then, out of lust and cruelty, ripped her blouse from neck to waist and tore off her bra, fondling her full tits while his men engaged in similar acts with her partner, Lila. Initially, they stuffed the women's mouth with torn portions of their own clothing, but in time, it was clear that there was little benefit from the gags and that by removing them, the soldiers opened up two more sources of entertainment for themselves. The inevitable gang rape that followed became a sort of ballet of rotating fuckers and passive, silent fuckees. No orifice was ignored and the men had plenty of time, so the rounds of rape and sodomy went on endlessly.

When they were done, both women lay on the cold cement floor. The soldiers put their uniforms in order and pulled the nude women to their feet. Both were crying and their makeup was smeared over their faces. The soldiers tied additional rope around the girls' torsos, framing their breasts in rope and pulling their arms back with a table leg ripped from the kitchen table holding their elbows back. Thin cotton rope went around their elbows and the table leg, then their wrists were pulled upwards and tied with three loops of rope through their mouths, which were again stuffed with pieces of their own clothing. One soldier suggested that they should be gagged with their own panties, but that suggestion was voted down when he discovered that two of his pals already had the women's panties stuffed into their backpacks.

They were marched out of the farmhouse into waiting trucks and taken to the government's local headquarters where, once again, they enjoyed the honor of providing sexual services to the men there before being dumped into steel cages, still bound and gagged.

Sanita knew that this would happen someday. She and Lila had come close before, but always somehow escaped before the government swine swooped down on the place where they were hiding. This time, someone tipped the loyalists off and the two a.m. raid caught them off guard, sleeping on the floor of the farmhouse, close to the fireplace.

The next morning, some high official in the government came to the unit's headquarters, demanded to see and interview the prisoners and, within fifteen minutes, ordered them taken to his superior's office in the city. The women were given old uniform shirts and slippers and taken to three waiting staff cars. On the way, Sanita chewed on her gag as the officer squeezed her breasts and played with her cunt, rubbing his own crotch at the same time.

“Later tonight, we'll have more time to get acquainted,” he told her, pinching her right nipple until she screamed through the gag.

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 been dominated by Jim at the same time.”