Summer School & After School: The Ponygirl Omnibus Edition (31 page)

      
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!”

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.

      
“
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 just 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.