Free Having It All by Jurgen von Stuka

days. She gets a small sustenance ration through her gag harness, and a bit of crawling exercise now and then to get out the kinks, but otherwise no noise, no motion. Usually, she can’t wait to get back into her cage.”
    “Hummmph,” bubbled Katy through the gag.
    “Nice tits though and they had to be dealt with,” added Frank as he went to the steel door of the Blue Room and turned Katy towards the low entrance. Watch your head.” He unlocked the regular door bolts and then swiped his master keycard in the card reader to actually release the master latch. The lock made an audible electronic double click. He pushed the door open and pulled Katy inside the room, reminding her to duck her head because of the low doorway.
    “Hmooungh, hood iittsch?”
    “Yeah. We pierced behind the nipple and put two inch steel rings in them. The rings are now connected to the same kind of rings in her pussy, so she isn’t likely to move much, even if she wasn’t caged. Like you, she enjoys it and asked for this one, actually paid for a full year’s stay in advance in cash. She came to us through a third party and says she wants to stay here indefinitely. That is something we can’t guarantee. For all we know, everyone here could be shipped off to Libya some day. For variety, now and then she gets fucked by a friend who comes up here just to cheer her up.”
    “Hounds goooth,” mumbled Katy.
    “Yeah, she’s fun,” said Frank. Once inside the tiny concrete cell, he guided Katy to the back wall where there were more than a dozen vertical and horizontal tracks imbedded in the concrete wall. Metal clamps of all sizes were attached to the sliding tracks, somewhat like contemporary track lighting is mounted.
    “This is the Alphabet Wall,” said Frank as he pushed her back against the wall and unlocked her feet from the shackles, then pulled the left ankle to a low clamp and snapped it around the thinnest part of her leg, just above the ankle. Katy purred like a cat.
    “We call it that because the imbedded tracks resemble several different capital letters.”
    “Hummm?” asked Katy.
    “The tracks look like the letters H, W, X, Y, A and I. Maybe a few others we hadn’t thought of.”
    “Niyth,” said Katy.
    “For now, we’ll put your hands and arms up on the ends of the top part of the X and your feet at the bottom. Pretty basic, but you might like it.”
    “UMMMM.”
    “Now, the rest of the story on your neighbors,” Frank pressed on as he fastened Katy to the wall. “On the other side is Yellow. No coincidence that she’s an Asian American beauty, confirmed masochist and currently impaled on a set of massive dildos bigger than my fist. Gagged with another huge prick, she just stands there, with her hands in chains pulled up behind her shoulders. I put her in a tight leather harness that goes around her upper torso, wraps around her tits and is chained to the overhead in case she falls or passes out.
    “She can move around a bit, but there is no way she’s getting off those dongs, especially in the five inch heels she loves so much. Shoes lock on, so she can’t get them off. Comes up here for a week or two at a time and is available 24/7 to me. She likes guys and we get along fine. Ellen is her mistress of pain and they deal only in the mental/physical S&M stuff. I’m in charge of her sex life and its pretty much balls to the wall with her. I need to recharge for a few days after a session with her. Oriental mystic sort of stuff makes Kama Sutra seem boring. Tiny waist and small breasts, but she likes them stretched, so she usually wears the spring-loaded pullers that keep constant tension on the pierced nipples. We’ve had several offers for her but still would rather keep her around.” Katy’s eyebrows went up at this last remark. That and the comment about getting shipped to Libya made her wonder about F&E’s true enterprise.
    Frank pulled Katy’s right foot over to one of the tracks, lowered a clamp and