B and D Academy, chapter 2

by guardian46w, 2018-09-21 10:22:51

by Snidely

Illustrated by Tarsus

Originally Published in Bondage Life No. 31, February 1988

Transcribed and Scanned by guardian46w, Monday, July 23, 2018

Story Codes: F/ff, bdsm, bondage, rope, chains, cuffs, shackles, gags, rivals, spies, n/con, captive, enslave, X

CHAPTER TWO

Annnd... They're Off!!!

OR

So Close, Yet So Far?

The gallop only lasted a few hundred yards, but that was more than enough for Mariko and Courtney. Their stirrups were attached to the saddle with stiff, leather-covered fiberglass pieces. The function of this was two-fold; one, so the girls could not pull their feet upwards to try to get at their boots, but also so that they would have a firm base to hold on to, as they didn’t have any hands to grip the reins. They were left with enough leg room so they could stand and sit in the saddle as need be during the ride. Both girls become adept at this very quickly. (“Natural riders,” as Allison was to later say).

“Isn’t it exhilarating to do that?” Allison shouted to the girls as she reined her horse down to a trot, with Thunder and Cyclone instantly responding to the change of pace of Allison’s gray mount. Mariko nodded weakly in response, but Courtney didn’t respond at all because she was too busy screaming and struggling to hear the question. Under the circumstances Allison didn’t seem to mind.

The horses trotted on along the trail laid out through rolling hills and past thick woods. The early morning air was brisk, the last remnant of dew evaporating in the sun. Allison was in her glory in this environment; the great outdoors, on top of her favorite horse, with the quiet of the countryside, and her own personal captive audience to listen to her lectures about everything from corporate takeovers to the proper way to prepare tea.

Allison seemed to have opinions on everything, even things she knew nothing about, and she always loved a good argument, so long as she won. She found that the best way to always come out on top was to be sure that her opponent was just like Mariko or Courtney; intelligent, witty, confident, informed and securely gagged and bound. It understandably took some of the challenge out, but Allison preferred the sure thing, winning at any cost was more her style.

So, Allison began her lecture about everything, after informing her new pupils that there would be a quiz when they got back. Mariko looked over at Courtney, who had recovered from the gallop quite well and was busy looking around the countryside. Eventually, Courtney glanced over at Mariko, and then their eyes met.

Courtney motioned at Allison’s back with her eyes, then scowled at her and rolled her eyes in Mariko’s direction. Mariko was relieved that her friend had not gone off the deep end, as she had feared. Mariko tried to smile to her friend in return, but the bit gag was to tight, she couldn’t do much more than change the grimace on her face slightly. Courtney nodded in return, and she grimaced too, then rolled her eyes again about the futility of it all.

The girls were having a wonderful time as the horses plodded along, making faces at Allison’s back as she continued to preach about everything. They always managed to be quick enough to look attentive every time Allison would turn around to emphasize a point, but after a time they tired of this game, and retreated into themselves, and their misery.

The Ben-Wa balls were sending tingles of eroticism that began to blend with Mariko’s discomfort, in a foreign, but not entirely displeasing way. As a result of her exertion, while they had endured their gallop, the balls had slid down enough so that one was exposed to the rubber of the pants; and every time Mariko would miss a beat on the motion of the horse she would hit the saddle hard, sending quivers from one ball to the other and then, of course, to her. She found it very distracting.

On the other hand, there was the shirt to consider. When they had first put it on Mariko, she had figured that the breast holes were there for the most obvious reason. But then, when they had put the sweater on her, covering the holes, she had been totally confused. Now though, she was beginning to realize their true function. Although Mariko had never been very well endowed in the bosom department, she had always had to wear a bra. Now, without the bra, on a bouncing horse, her breasts were having a field day, moving up and down with the motion of her mount.

With each upward motion her nipples slid upward across the three inches of Shetland wool. Then they followed the same path downward, then upward, then downward. At first this was not so bad, the stimulation caused her nipples to harden and become very sensitive, a pleasant situation when combined with what was going on between her legs.

But soon she had had more than enough of the wool, as the horse continued along the trail. Upward, then downward went the horse, upward and downward she went. Her nipples began to get VERY sensitive as the sweater seemed to get coarser and coarser. Upward, downward. Soon it became almost unbearable. Mariko tried every position she could think of to move her breasts away from the clingy sweater, but none helped.

Mariko looked over at Courtney, and she realized that Courtney was in even rougher shape, as her breasts clearly bounced four or five inches. Mariko could only close her eyes and wish that they would get where they were going, but her wishes weren’t going to be granted for some time. They just continued to plod along. Upwards, then downwards.

The equestrians eventually reached the top of a hill, where Allison stopped her monologue, and all three horses. From this vantage point the three girls could look down to a small, sheltered pond, surrounded by rocky outcroppings and moderately thick woods. Mariko and Courtney were just grateful to stop and relieve the rubbing of their tingling tits, and they were not very interested in admiring the view. Allison broke the silence.

“I just love this place, whenever I need to be alone, I pack up a lunch and head out here. Just to swim and think and relax.” Mariko wondered if Allison considered herself alone right now. “C’mon!” she said, as if the girls weren’t going to follow one way or the other.

She prodded her mount down the trail towards the lake and stopped at a small grassy clearing that was among the trees surrounding the lake. From horseback it was possible to see the lake about 100 yards away but standing on the ground it was unlikely that they would get that view. Allison moved the horses under the limbs of a huge tree. Then, standing up in her saddle, she produced the end of a rope that looped over a pulley that was attached to a tree limb in a secure notch. Allison backed her hose up next to Mariko and tied the end of the rope to the clip on her back.

Then Allison rode over to another tree and tied her horse there with Courtney’s horse still tied to the pommel. She approached Mariko, removed the wing nuts from her heels, and lifted her feet out of the stirrups. Mariko moved and stretched her legs for the first time in over two hours, careful not to spook the horse. Allison was all business as she walked to the other end of the concealed rope and pulled it until it was taut.

“Get ready.” Allison called to Mariko as she resumed pulling slowly on the rope. Mariko braced herself as well as she could, for what, she was not quite sure. Allison tied the rope off and hurried over to move Thunder. Now Mariko dangled about six feet in the air, turning slowly. Her eyes were clamped tight shut and she barely noticed Allison’s returning to put the hobble back between her feet. Finally, Allison lowered her slowly to the ground. She untied the rope from the clip and escorted Mariko over to a grassy patch by another tree. She tightened the bobble to two inches and left her standing.

“Don’t go away!” she warned with a wagging finger as she turned to look after Courtney in the same manner. The two girls stood stiffly at attention as Allison graciously attended to their disheveled clothing, tugging Mariko’s jacket down, and straightening Courtney’s tie and sweater. “You can dress them up, but you can’t take them anywhere,” Allison scolded with a smile, knowing she had caused all the problems with her unique dismounting technique.

She then went over to her horse, leaving the girls standing under the tree, and returned with a checkered tablecloth and two picnic baskets. She spread the cloth on the ground at the girls’ feet and sat down. rummaging about in one of the baskets, she pulled out a bottle of wine and a glass. Using a corkscrew, she opened the bottle, poured herself a glass of the wine, and took a long sip.

“Ahh! I needed that.” Said Allison, as she laid back and looked up at the two girls, who were looking longingly at the wine. “You can have some of this when, and if, I say. And not before!” she said, then continued, “We have something to discuss right now, though…”

With that, she opened the other picnic basket and removed four pieces of thin cord. She looped one around Courtney’s right knee, and then put it around Mariko’s left knee. When it was tied off, both girls had one knee welded to her partners’, left to right.

Then Allison tied their ankles together. They were now ready for a three-legged race, almost. Allison tied a cord around their elbows where they touched, then added another cord from one outside elbow to the other, across both of their chests, pulling them together. She then knelt and loosened the hobbles out to ten inches or so.

“Follow me, please,” Allison said, as she walked over to her horse. Mariko and Courtney tried to obey, but they found that the awkwardness of their bondage, combined with their high heels on the grass, made movement almost impossible. They fell almost immediately to their knees. Allison returned to where the Siamese twins were trying to develop some coordination and stood before them with her feet spread wide, her hands behind her back.

“So, you're disobedient too!” she said. Both girls tried to apologize at once, but all they managed was a little blubbering through their gags.

“No, no, it’s all right. I understand about this position,” she said comfortingly to the girls. “What I really want to discuss,” Allison said with an air of confidentiality, “is how impolite it is to make fun of someone behind their back, especially considering your positions!”

Mariko and Courtney could feel the color drain from their faces as Allison produced a wicked-looking riding crop and strutted slowly around behind them. It looked like this was going to be an awfully one-sided discussion… SNAP!

The two hapless girls knelt on the edge of the picnic blanket as Allison prepared the meal. Mariko was thankful that Allison hadn’t made them sit down for this part, because she didn’t think her rear end would take anymore abuse. First the damn saddle, then the riding crop. She didn’t want to think about the ride home.

Mariko and Courtney were still tied exactly the same way they had been for their “discussion”, except that now their hobbles were tightened as well. Allison had spent about fifteen walking around the girls, alternately snapping them with the crop, and scolding them on their behavior during their trip there. Then, after a flurry of whacks on their derrieres, Allison had suddenly, cheerfully said, “Let’s have some lunch.” And started preparing the meal.

The food looked terrific. Mariko was famished from her busy day so far. She could tell that Courtney shared her feelings from the rumbling sounds that were coming from her stomach. Allison opened the basket and removed a plate of cold chicken, browned to perfection. A plate of potato salad followed, and some thinly-sliced lean ham. From a small container of fruit salad, she plucked out a melon ball and popped it into her mouth. (Mariko could almost taste it). She pulled a Thermos of hot coffee out of the basket and set it aside as she casually sipped her wine. Other condiments followed some crisp celery, some sharp cheddar cheese, and crackers.

“Please, anything, something!” Mariko thought as she could feel Courtney leaning forward a little, hoping to get at least a sniff of the delicious food. Out popped a tiny tin of caviar and some crab meat. “Grab meat! Oh, that’s my favorite!” Mariko moaned to herself. She could hardly control herself. Allison didn’t seem to notice though, as she took a chicken leg and daintily took a bite.

“Hmmm… this is the life.” She said. “Oh, I almost forgot you two,” and Allison actually blushed, as she opened the basket up again, and withdrew two small square packages wrapped neatly in wax paper. She sat them in front of the two starving girls. Mariko could only stare in disbelief at the two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches Allison had kindly provided for her guests.

Allison was on her third glass of wine when she finished her meal. She slid across the blanket to where Mariko and Courtney knelt, and fumbled with the keys pinned to heir neckties. She removed one of the keys from each girl and then went around behind them.

Mariko’s heart leapt at the sound of the padlock on their gags being unlocked, she flinched when Allison pulled it a little tighter to release the catch, and she moaned in relief when Allison pulled the bit out of her mouth and removed her derby. Soon both girls knelt on the edge of the blanket, trying futilely to unwrap their sandwiches with their mouths.

Allison watched this with amusement for a moment, then began feeding her little slaves the sandwiches. Both girls knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth, so they accepted the food gratefully; and it did make them feel better. After a drink of water for both of them, Allison sat back, poured herself another glass of wine, and began, “You two don’t know how good you have it.”

“Oh, sure!” thought Mariko. “This is almost paradise.” After having eaten, and seeing Allison in a somewhat relaxed mood, Mariko decided to see if she could get herself a little more comfortable.

“Allison, please, I’m really having some trouble with this tie, I can’t breathe very well and… and, couldn’t you just loosen it a little bit. Please?” Mariko asked haltingly.

“Don’t be silly, after I took the time to pick it out for you to wear in the first place, do you actually think I’m going to take it off now just because you’re a little bit uncomfortable?”

“Well, I just thought I’d ask,” replied Mariko, relieved that at least for now, Allison hadn’t overreacted.

“But now,” Allison said, sitting forward with a sudden intensity in her attitude, “Since you seem in the mood to talk, is there anything either of you want to say to me?

Mariko briefly considered confessing to the entire espionage, but Allison’s demeanor didn’t do a very good job of convincing Mariko of her compassion. The loyalty she felt for Ivan Rasovitz was part of the reason she had to hold out. He must have discovered her disappearance by now and would be coming to save her very soon. She only felt bad because Courtney, and innocent bystander, had gotten caught up in this.

She figured that if she kept her mouth shut, maybe they would both get out of this mess soon. She resolved that she would only confess to prevent Courtney from taking the whole rap. Mariko was sure that Courtney would understand. After all, if the roles were reversed, she would try to help Courtney out of the jam. Allison continued to closely examine both her captives’ faces. This only went to show Mariko that she was still fishing for the truth, that she really didn’t know who was the guilty one.

“Okay, fine, you two don’t have anything to say now?” Both girls looked at each other and then back at Allison.

“We don’t know what you want, really!” Courtney said.

“That’s all right, but I’ll remind you that I have plenty of time. PLENTY OF TIME. I’ll ask you about this again next week sometime. Just remember, Ve ’ave vays uf makik yu talk!” Allison yawned and stood up. “I think I’ll take that little swim now. You girls can take a nap while I’m gone if you want.” She took the knife from the blanket and cut the cords binding Mariko and Courtney together.

Both girls sighed with relief as they were able to stretch out on their own. Allison allowed them to sit next to each other while she hunted in the second basket for something. “We do have to make sure nothing disturbs the tranquility of this place, don’t you agree?” All Mariko could see was the four-inch foam rubber ball Allison had in her hand.

“You don’t need that.” Mariko started, but Allison would have none of it. Quick as a wink Allison pounced on her and pressed the ball against her teeth. Mariko fought valiantly to defend the inner reaches of her mouth from the relentless intruder but, in the end, it was to no avail. As soon as the first bit of the foam passed between her teeth she was caught.

Allison worked and kneaded the foam until Mariko’s mouth was stuffed full of the spongy rubber. Then she grabbed a roll of three-inch-wide adhesive tape, and with trained fingers, slapped the end taut across Mariko’s startled mouth. This was repeated three more times. When she was finished, Mariko’s entire lower face was covered by the tape.

Her cheeks bulged above it, and her jaw was distended under it, and she could barely make a peep. Courtney fought like a tiger and Allison had a much harder time installing her gag then she had had with Mariko’s. But installed it was, and the two mute girls looked at their captor, who sat back to finish her fourth glass of wine. Allison picked up everything except the blanket and put it in the basket, which she then tied to her horse.

“Well, I’ll be back in a while. You two take it easy,” she said, as she untied the horses and led them down to the lake so they could drink.

Mariko waited until Allison had gone out of sight, then she sat up and began squealing frantically to Courtney, “Td ubbob orgnt td kne! Td uboob orgnt td kne!” it didn’t take Courtney long to understand. The boob had forgotten the key. The handcuff keys were still pinned to their ties! Here was the chance they had been waiting for!

It took some time, but through some desperate, admittedly garbled, communication they managed to formulate a plan. At first, they tried to remove each other’s gags, but they couldn’t get a grip on the tape with their leather-covered fingers, so they continued as best they could. Mariko turned her back on Courtney, who struggled up onto her knees. She then leaned forward, trying to put the dangling keys into Mariko’s reach.

Mariko realized that she would have to do this entirely by feel, because if she turned her head much at all, her shoulders would follow, thus moving her hands away from the keys. Courtney had wiggled close to Mariko and leaned. Her balance was precarious to begin with and when she lost it, both girls tumbled; Mariko onto her side and Courtney onto her stomach.

Fortunately, neither girl hurt herself; so, they struggled back up into position to try again. This time Courtney came closer and when she leaned forward again, she put her head against the back of Mariko’s head. It took a moment, but Courtney finally positioned the keys against Mariko’s hands. Without thumbs it was hard to get a good grip on the keys so Mariko fiddled until she felt she had a good grip, then she grunted to Courtney who lunged backwards trying to rip the pin from the tie.

Instantaneously the key slipped from Mariko’s fingers and Courtney was in imminent danger of toppling over backwards. She managed to prevent this, but she over-compensated and crashed into Mariko, and they both toppled to the ground again. Another try resulted in the same consequences, and still no key.

Mariko realized that eventually somebody was going to get hurt this way, so as Courtney was repositioning herself for yet another try, (stubborn girl!), Mariko turned around, and with a great deal of mumbling and eye flapping convinced Courtney to hold still this time. Courtney returned to the position where Mariko could get her hand on the pin.

Mariko was becoming used to the gloves, a little, and could even make out the pin’s position between her fingers. She got the pin between her first and second fingers and squeezed. The sharp end of the pin moved a little inside it’s sheath and Mariko felt a wave of optimism come over her. Then the pin shifted in her grasp and she lost it, but his could work. They tried six more times, each time ending with the pin shifting in Mariko’s grasp and re-closing.

Eight more tries failed, and Mariko’s fingers were cramping up and her anger was building rapidly. Then more out of frustration than anything else, she pinched hard and fast, rather than slowly and carefully as she had been, and she heard the jingle of the keys as they fell onto the blanket. She spun around and looked into Courtney’s joyous, tape-covered face. Both girls squealed with delight and tried to hug each other without their hands.

Mariko moved back and looked at the keys pooled on the blanket. Luckily the handcuff key was distinctive, so she used her nose to push the other two away from it. She then laid down on her back and felt around for the key. It took a few minutes in this awkward position before she managed to find the key and get hold of it.

When she had it, she sat up and motioned Courtney to lay down on her stomach on the blanket. When Courtney had complied, Mariko examined her cuffs. The tiny openings were facing towards Courtney’s feet, so Mariko positioned herself across the small of Courtney’s back, propped up on her elbows. The awkward position of her own hands made manipulation of the key a formidable task, and Mariko would have given ten years of her life for the use of her thumbs, but she pressed on.

By pushing her hands as far out to the side as they would go, and by turning her head as far as it could go, ignoring the pull of the tape on her skin, she was able to make out the key and keyhole at the same time. Unfortunately, the closer the key got to the hole the more difficult it was for her to see it. For the last six inches she had to go by best guess, and it took many misses and several drops before she guessed right.

Success! This was it! Many thoughts raced through Mariko’s mind. The first was of escape, but then a thought crossed her mind, one of a little revenge before they got away. She pictured Allison dangling by her heels from a tree as Courtney and herself laughed and pushed her back and forth. Yes, revenge would be sweet indeed.

Mariko pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind as she turned her concentration to turning the key. She got the key between her first and second fingers and turned. She could see the cuff begin to release and then, joyously, when Courtney twisted her wrist, it popped open. Free at long last! At that very instant, a slender hand reached in past Mariko’s head and pressed the cuff closed again before Courtney could even pull her hand out. Allison plucked the key out of the lock, easily avoiding Mariko’s desperate efforts to stop her.

“Not bad, not bad at all.” Allison said looking at her watch. “Thirty-two minutes and eighteen seconds. That’s good enough for second place overall. And, I have it all on tape.” She held up a video camera for the girls to see.

Mariko couldn’t take it anymore. She had told herself that she would never cry in front of Allison, but this was too much. Courtney tore at her bonds in frustrated anger, but for Mariko the tears were her only release. As the two girls handled this setback in their own way, Allison was calmly fumbling in the pack she had with her.

“Really, you two were terrific, you should be proud of yourselves. Most of the time I get bored watching, but you guys are amazing. It usually takes twenty minutes just to decide who is going to untie who. Fantastic!” Allison pulled another blanket out of the pack and spread it out on the ground under a limb, about ten feet away from the one the girls were on.

She returned and dragged Courtney, who was calling Allison every name she could think of, over to the other blanket and dropped her on it. Even with the tight gag anyone could understand what Courtney was attempting to say.

“My, my, such language. I can see we are going to have to have our mouth washed out with soap tonight, eh?” Allison scolded. Courtney couldn’t have cared less, she kept up her tirade, which was lost somewhere between her and that soggy packing in her mouth, more likely the latter. Allison shook her head as she pulled a long piece of rope from her pack and threw it over the tree limb above Courtney’s head.

Allison calmly pushed Courtney down on the blanket and rolled her onto her stomach. Courtney could guess what was coming next, but there was little she could do about it. Allison ran the rope end through the clip holding her hands, then down between her feet, catching the shortened hobble that pinned her feet together, and pulled back. Courtney looked like a pretzel as her feet were pulled up within inches of her bound hands. Allison tied the end of the cord off where Courtney couldn’t possibly reach, then walked over to the blanket where Mariko sat, still sobbing softly. Allison knelt down and collected up the scattered keys, then looked at Mariko.

“It’s okay,” she said softly. “I would never have respected you at all if you didn’t at least try to get away. If it’s any consolation, you never had a chance. I've done this type of thing too many times before to screw up now. That’s why I changed your gags. With your mouths all taped up, there’s no way you can use your teeth to bite the pins. As you can see, I never make mistakes.”

Allison returned to Courtney and re-pinned the keys to her tie, then pulled the free end of the rope taut and tied it off. Thus, Courtney was doomed to remain in the tight hogtie, with only her belly resting on the ground, for the time being. Allison returned to Mariko and embellished her bondage with identical results.

“now that I’m sure you two will stay out of mischief, I think I will really take that swim now. Ciao.” Mariko struggled around and watched Allison head back the same way she had left earlier. She could hear Allison’s steps recede from the camp, and she heard the rustling of her friend struggling with her restraints, but Mariko was just too tired to fight anymore. The last thing she heard was the singing of a bird before she was fast asleep.

Mariko awoke to the sound of a horse whinnying. She was still bound as tightly as she had been when Allison had left her. She looked around to see Allison busily moving a horse into position to accept a reluctant rider again. Courtney stood on her tip-toes, trying to relieve the strain on her shoulders from the hoist rope.

Mariko also noticed that Allison had amused herself at Courtney’s expense again. Big, smiling lips had been painted on the tape with bright red lipstick. When Cyclone was in position, Allison hoisted Courtney up and secured her in the saddle. Allison returned to Mariko’s side and began to loosen the rope.

“Did sweetie pie have a nice nappy?” Allison asked teasingly. Mariko chose not to respond. “C’mon. Get up. I lost track of the time, and we have to get back for dinner. Let’s go!” She dragged Mariko over to the spot where Courtney had, until recently, stood. She tied the hoist to Mariko’s clip and plunked the riding derby back on her head. There was no time for formalities as ten minutes later the three riders were on their way back to the house. Upwards, then downwards. Upwards, then downwards. It was a very subdued pair of captives that at last plodded up the familiar drive, down which they had galloped so early that morning.

When they arrived at the stables only Lou remained to take the girls down off the horses. He simply pulled them down, after removing the wing nuts, and stood them to one side as he took all three horses away. Allison went over to the door and turned back to the two girls.

“C’mon you two, I don’t have time for your dawdling!” she said as she motioned to the door with her head. Courtney went first and Mariko despondently followed, and they followed Allison outside. Parked right outside the door was a Rolls Royce silver shadow convertible. Allison opened the door but prevented the two exhausted girls from entering.

She positioned both girls side by side, with their stomachs pressed against the rear fender of the car. She looped the ankle hobbles through the rings again and pulled their legs together as tight as they would go. Without a word, she took hold of Courtney’s shoulders and began to push her towards the waiting door, but suddenly it seemed she had second thoughts.

Allison looked at the gaping door, then a Mariko and Courtney, and then at the rear of the car. She propped Courtney back against the fender, then reached into the car and pressed a small button on the dashboard. Immediately the trunk popped open, and both girls moaned simultaneously as they realized exactly how they would be riding.

Allison half carried, half shoved the two girls into the trunk. In answer to the two sets of misty, pleading eyes that looked up at her from the trunk, Allison smiled, then shrugged. “Because, I enjoy being a pain in the ass, that’s why,” she said, and then Mariko and Courtney were plunged into the darkness of the trunk.

Continues in Chapter Three