Summer School & After School: The Ponygirl Omnibus Edition (32 page)

      
“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.

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.

      
“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.”

      
Lucy
did as she was told and the cuffs instantly released.

      
“Now,
reach up to the harness band behind my head and you’ll feel a small leather
compartment. It holds keys for everything else. Feel it?”

      
“Yes.”

      
“Good.
Now, does that make you feel better?”

      
“Un
huh.”

      
“Great.
Let’s go for it. We’ll be free by breakfast. You ready?”

      
“Ready,”
said a hesitant Lucy as she slid the fat penis gag’s one end into her mouth and
watched Glenda do the same. Then they set and tightened the straps around each
other’s heads, making sure the gags were jammed deep inside each other’s mouth.
They were now face to face, only a few inches of the double gag’s shaft
separating their noses. If one head moved the other had to follow. The neck
chain limited any more movement.

      
They
reached around each other’s body, the corset’s heavily boned foundation rubbing
the inside of their arms, threaded the cuff through the chained ring hanging
from the back of their collars and closed the cuffs around their right wrists.
The silence was absolute. Neither girl moved or made any sound. The bungee
suspended saddle held the double pricks in place and their bound wrists and
ankles kept them from any sudden, extreme movement.

      
Inevitably,
Glenda made the first move. She bent her knees and sank down, pressing the
saddle up against her crotch. The tit chains and linked collars and gags forced
Lucy to follow. The
bungies
stretched and then pulled
back. Lucy shifted her chained feet in their spiked heels and Glenda had to
follow. The waltz began. The more they moved the more they had to react. As
they reacted, the gags and internal prongs forced another response. What seemed
like a complex and perhaps dull example of double bondage soon became a heated,
whimpering, orgasmic struggle as the two young women danced about the small
room, trying to stop what they knew they were going to get and actually wanted
more and more. The thrill of orgasm shook their bodies and when one head pulled
back in ecstasy, the other bent forward and followed. Most of the time they
kept their arms tight around each other, hugging and squeezing the bound and
impaled corset-wrapped body so close and so enthralling.

      
The
dildoes
drilled relentlessly, the saddle bouncing up
and down as they shifted position constantly, often simply fighting not to fall
over. When their legs did fail them however, the spring-loaded
bungies
pulled them back up on their feet. Each move pulled
and stretched the coupled nipples, each body swing pulled the other body with
it. The multi-stimulus impact was tremendous and both girls were sweating
profusely after only a few minutes. Glenda had warned Lucy that they would need
to take what she called SBs, or stillness breaks. This was a concept that was
easy to say and very hard to do because the rhythms set up by the stretching
and bouncing in the
bungies
was hard to stop.
Finally, they got to a point where they were able to stand still, sweat, and
breathe a bit slower. Both girls had hair and sweat in their eyes, but the
looks they exchanged were mixtures of “please stop” and “let’s do that one
again.”

      
It
was a very long night. When it finally ended, both girls were unable to do more
than visit the toilet, apply soothing ointment to their battered nipples, roll
up in a warm animal fur on the floor and pass out. They woke at noon the next
day and made their plans for the next month.

      
Eventually,
Lucy had to leave. With Glenda’s help, she hired a private car and made her way
to a tiny village near Rosenheim in Bavaria, visited her father’s chef friend
and family for two days, then took the Amsterdam-bound train that was to be her
last train ride for several years. That same night, while Glenda lay in her
dungeon, chained in one of her personal self-bondage arrangements, Lucy was
being kidnapped in her railroad sleeping compartment. The next time they met
was in Fabian’s Greenhouse.