Having It All (19 page)

Through the side, directly behind the knees, pressing the lower legs to the bottom of the cage and preventing backward movement.

With captive’s arms pulled back and up, a bar was inserted from one side to the other, between the spine and the elbows, forcing upper arms up against the top.

The helmeted head was pressed down to the bottom of the box, held there by the bar over the back of the neck, and chained from the top of the head to the top of the cage, under the chin to the bottom of the cage and to either side, rendering it totally immobile. Just for good measure, a separate short chain locked the steel collar to the bottom of the cage. All chains had integrated turnbuckles that allowed for adjustment and were then locked with padlocks to prevent anyone from loosening them.

The metal booted feet were spread and locked to the sides at the back of the cage. The cuffs at knees and thigh were chained and locked to the sides.

The wrists and hands in the metal mittens were pulled to the side and locked to vertical and horizontal bars.

Kneeling, bent over at the waist, with their chest pressed against their thighs, the cage occupants were compressed by the top of the cage as it was lowered until it pressed hard against the curved spine and upper arms. This was done in increments until no further compression seemed possible and then it was tightened another notch just to be sure. The breasts were either mashed uncomfortably against the thighs or, if pliable enough, pulled out to the side with nipple rings locked to the lowest possible horizontal bar. Further adjustments could be made to assure that the captive, while immobilized, was still able to breathe in this compressing position. This was not a treatment for anyone who was fat or had “spare tire” rolls of fat around their waist. No one at the camp suffered from that problem, but F&E had, in the past, rejected applicants solely on the basis of their being physically unfit or simply too fat to endure any of the trials that they might encounter at the estate.

If the caging was done properly, the victim’s ass and sex were well displayed and the ass cheeks were spread and pressed against the rear bars, begging for attention. For convenience, adjustable fittings were clamped to the rear bars allowing for dual penetrators to be rigidly mounted on the bars and driven deeply into the anxiously trembling ass and cunt of the enclosed body. If the unfortunate person in the cage happened to have rings mounted in their lower lips, short chains were employed to further open the pussy and make it more accessible for the invading probes. There was really no limit to the kind of devices that could be mounted on the rear panels and creativity and ingenuity constantly revealed new ones. Electric, electronic and mechanical devices, as well as various materials and liquids were used to stimulate and entertain the cage occupants. For example, the cooling coils from a freezer could be applied to the rear bars with interesting effects and a constant slow drip of mercury, melted hot wax or a mild acid, slowly flowing down the anal crack, usually got a reaction from the confined occupant.

In today’s case, Katy and Patty were sharing the ends of a long and flexible, double ended, rubber electric dildo of rather huge dimensions, one end embedded in Katy’s cunt and the other reaching across the space between their cages and being equally involved in Patty’s sex. Purple had her own private arrangement with a triple electrical exciter device that roto-rooted in her cunt and her ass while tickling her clit. Not wanting to be left out, Katy and Patty, after being courteously asked by Ellen if they desired a bit more penetration, requested and got a set of deep vibrating butt plugs that were mounted on the vertical bars behind them. (Their heads being already set in the steel helmets, the query from Ellen was concise and required only a binary grunt answer.) The trio had been told that they would be encaged for about two hours. Of course, they knew that was nonsense for in fact, the confinement was scheduled to last perhaps all day, depending on how they endured it, and they were already grunting, drooling and farting their unhappiness after about fifteen minutes. Ellen decided to lower the room temperature a bit by letting in some outside air and this seemed to calm the captives who were then able to occupy themselves with the cold as well as with their strict confinement.

Katy was perhaps faring better than her accomplices, mostly because she had a cage of her very own at home and used it frequently when she wanted some peace and solitude. Her version had removable, insulated sides and top and bottom panels that, when in place, created a nearly soundproof, temperature stabilizing confinement that she could actually sleep in, despite the position. Katy used leather straps instead of chains most of the time, but she really loved her cage and had pestered F&E about using theirs. Once she got Purple and Patty to agree on a trio arrangement, the deal was done. At home, she allowed herself the luxury of both timed release locks and an emergency escape arrangement. She had only used the emergency escape once when, after locking herself in for the night and most of the next day, a Saturday, with all the appropriate restraints in order, a gag in her mouth and a latex hood on her head, she had dozed off to sleep only to suddenly awaken and realize that she was about to miss an early morning dentist’s appointment. She slammed her strapped together feet against the left rear corner of the cage three times and the locks on the top released instantly, allowing her to slowly free herself and climb out of the cage.

Katy was an exception. Purple and Patty were not enjoying themselves half as much and both whined and moaned almost from the outset as the lids were pushed down and double locked and the impalers were inserted into their unwilling rear apertures. Of course, they could do little more than moan and groan. The cage’s confinement was total. Ellen made sure that all locks were locked and all attachments secured before she left the cold room. Katy was asleep. Purple and Patty struggled and were able to move a fraction of an inch or so, but do little else. The shared double dildo provided enough stimuli to each of the two girls to keep them awake.

Ellen was already plotting a different scenario that included the two women snowmobile drivers and she pondered what to do with the boy. She would talk to Frank about this and they would, she was sure, come up with something. Even so, a few hours later, when the phone rang and Ellen answered, she was not prepared to hear the voice of the blond snowmobile woman on the other end.

“Hi, Ellen, this is Bonnie,” the voice said. “You remember, the snowmobile girls?”

“Oh, yes, of course. I was just thinking about you two…uh, you three,” Ellen said slowly, picturing the blond and her friend in one of the cellar rooms, hands tied behind them, gags in their mouths, standing upright on posts with a dual set of vibrating probes lodged deep in their individual cunts and asses while they fidgeted and strained to ease their impalement, asses and tits jiggling in discomfort and anticipation of what was going to happen next. She considered this set-up a good preliminary test before she strung them up and administered a sound flogging with the instrument of her choice…probably a cane or paddle. “What’s up?”

“Well, first of all, I want to apologize for trespassing on your property without permission.”

“No matter,” said Ellen quickly, thinking that she was planning a different sort of apology from them both. “I think we’ve all agreed that it was a mistake and is forgiven.”

“Well, yes, I appreciate that, but….you know…” Bonnie stopped. There was silence on the line.

“You still there?” Ellen asked.

“Yes. I’m still here. Just a minute. Stop that,” she shouted. Ellen could hear what sounded like the clinking of chain or metal in the background. “Oh, Ellen, I’m sorry, it was just Cindy, bugging me here. I’ve had her chained to the sofa all day and she’s getting bored. Sorry.”

Huh? thought Ellen. What have we here? Chained to the sofa?

Another pause, then: “Ya’ know, Ellen, Cindy and I were thinking that we’d like to come over and visit, but, ah, not for dinner. We thought maybe we could stay in the cellar for a weekend or so.”

“In the cellar? Here? You must be kidding.”

“Ah, no, I’m not kidding. We sort of know about your thing there and we want to participate.”

“What ‘thing’?” Ellen sounded angry. She was. Who, she wondered, had given this townie the idea that they were playing in the cellar? This was not good, she thought.

“We ran into one of your, ah, already completely corrupted paying guests in town and plied her with booze and drugs until she told us what was going on…but you don’t have a thing to worry about. We are into the scene and want to play with you guys.”

“I see,” said Ellen slowly. “Let me chat with Frank about this and I’ll get back with you. Better yet, why not come early on Wednesday, prepared for, let’s say, a five day, four night visit. How’s that?”

“Sounds great.”

“There are legal documents to read and sign and it will take a few hours to get you into the group. We take checks and credit cards, but prefer cash. Oh, and meanwhile, can you arrange to have the boy do something else that night? We don’t, as a rule, allow young men, although we make exceptions now and then,” she added, thinking about Donna.

“That would be great,” bubbled Bonnie. “And by the way, just so you won’t conduct a mass inquisition, Betty Kim was our source. Poor Betty, she had no idea what was happening to her, but she eventually got with the program. We’ll bring her with us Wednesday, ok? See ya.”

The line went dead. “Holy shit,” said Ellen out loud. “You just never know.” She stood in the middle of the living room, wondering what the hell she had just heard.

“Frank,” Ellen yelled. “Frank, I need to talk with you right away.”

“What’s up, Toots?” Frank said as he came up the stairs from the basement, a set of special handcuffs in his pocket and a length of chain around his arm. “You sound upset.”

“I am. The blond snowmobile woman, Bonnie, the one in the red and black suit?”

“Yeah. Nice bod, huh? They still on for dinner?”

“Oh yeah, they apparently knew something was up and have Betty Kim as their involuntary guest. They grilled her and she spilled the beans, the whole taco. Now they want to come and spend the weekend from Wednesday night on, and will bring Betty with them. Did you know Betty was gone?”

“Yes. Max told me she had to go into the city for some personal business with her bank. She left day before yesterday. Didn’t you miss her?”

“Well, if she’s gone, who the hell is that in her cell?”

“I don’t know. Should we go look?”

“I checked this morning and there was someone who certainly looked like Betty Kim in the sarcophagus. I didn’t look carefully. Who the hell could it be?”

“You settle down and think strategy. I’ll go look and be back in a few minutes.” Frank turned around and went back down the stairs, two at a time.

When he returned, Ellen was sitting in the couch, with a glass of scotch without ice, staring out the window.

“What did you find? I’m afraid to ask,” Ellen said as Frank sat down next to her and poured himself a glass of iced water from the pitcher on the coffee table in front of them.

“Well, it isn’t Betty. But she’s cute as can be and didn’t want out, so I left her in there and locked up. Maybe twenty, probably AmerAsian, nice body and very well secured. Looks like Max’s work. Full body wrap with the bandages plus some pretty cool rope work. Right out of Midori’s book. Nicely gagged and snuggled up in the coffin with a water bottle, drain and a good book.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, honest, there’s a Robert Parker detective book in there with her on the Kindle. It’s got some sort of sound driven gadget to turn the pages. Very high tech.”

“Holy shit. High tech or not, I guess we really haven’t been minding the store. Maybe we’re getting to complacent.”

“Well, as far as I can see, no harm done. We’ll get her out eventually, maybe after we talk with Betty Kim. You want to talk with her?”

“Later. I want to think about this now and plan for Wednesday. Is Ron a good, reliable guy? He’s the father of this kid, Bonnie, for Christ’s sake.”

“No sweat. And she’s no kid. She’s legal age, for sure. Ron isn’t into the scene, but he knows enough to have done the due diligence and covered us legally over the years.”

The Wednesday event proved to be enlightening for all. The two girls, Cindy and Bonnie, arrived in their Jeep just after lunch, with Betty Kim, tied and gagged in the back seat. Ellen took Betty Kim to a smaller room than her usual one, put a heavy metal collar around her neck, chained the little minx to the wall and locked her in. There was no conversation between them and Kim sensed that Ellen was really pissed.

Ron Johnson, the lawyer, showed up an hour later and the five of them sat in Frank’s little office and went over the details and documents that would allow F&E enterprises to become the lawful monitors, for lack of a better term, of the two girls for the next six months, providing all parties agreed on a daily basis. That meant that if at the end of a day, or session, either wanted to terminate the agreement, there were no penalties and the girl or girls could leave. There were hold harmless agreements, powers of attorney and other documents, but at the end of an hour, all were signed and all parties happy with the result. Checks for considerable sums of money were passed to Frank. There were also some other legal matters concerning potential sale of the property and these were addressed for another hour or two.