Free Having It All by Jurgen von Stuka Page A

locked the foot into this spread position, putting her legs about three feet apart. The robe she had been wearing had slipped off her shoulders and was bunched around her tied hands and the waist sash. Katy wore nothing under the robe. Under the bright interior lights of the cell, her young body glistened with sweat and anticipation. Her breasts were nicely formed, neither baggy nor pointed, but with a full C cup roundness and firmness that really didn’t require a bra, if she had one. At 24, Katy was in great shape. She had a tiny waist, slightly swelled hips and a small, tight, rounded butt. If gravity existed in her world, she hadn’t discovered it yet, because nothing of her physical shape suggested that gravity had any affect.
    F&E had asked Katy to fill out a long questionnaire that morning at the breakfast table and she had answered all the questions, including some pretty personal ones like how often she had sex, with whom, how many partners, male and female she had, her key measurements, periods, allergies, etc. So Frank already knew that she was more or less a perfect 10 in the figure category and the visual survey he was now taking verified what she had told them. 37-23-36 being the key numbers, at 118 pounds, it appeared that her nightly and weekend bondage sessions had been effective in keeping her in good shape, something both F&E appreciated.
    “Down the hall is Miss Purple, the cheerleader. She actually was a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader and, among other trophies, got some quaint tattoos while doing the NFL circuit. Apparently, she made a lot of bucks, shaking her tits and ass and doing whatever it was she did off the field, with or without players, agents, owners, you name it.
    “She has three Super Bowl rings that she had installed on her lower lips. Welded on….well, silver soldered, really… She says she won them in honest bets with a few stoned or drunken football stars. Until we got her, life, she said, was dull and uninteresting for her. It took us about two weeks to break her in. She was a bonafide kidnap and a whole load of people went looking for her. My CIA background got us through all of that and she eventually told everyone to go to hell and moved in here with us. All nice and legal, but still rankled a few of her old mercenary buddies who were always hitting her up for cash or other benefits.
    “This is her week off duty and she’s currently contemplating the evils of eating fast food a week ago. She knows it’s bad for her and of course, told us when she came back. The disciplinary action we had to take was extensive, but she’s doing well. The whip marks heal slowly and she’s bound to the vacuum bed with hoses taking care of the waste products and a couple of helmets running fluids and protein into her at intervals. No sound, no light, no entertainment. No movement, of course. Couple of days of this and she’s good as new, asking for more. We’ll try that stuff on you later. Sensory deprivation has different impacts on different people, even confirmed masochists like you. Have to watch it very carefully. When she’s here, she works security with Max, monitors the cells, checks the property borders, looks in on rooms like this one for us and helps with chores. Awesome body, you might like her.”
    Frank slid two clamps down on inside tracks and fitted larger clamps around Katy’s legs just above and below the knee. He brought the already in place waist clamp around her tiny waist, had her bend forward and untied her wrists, taking one, then the other up to waiting clamps set a few feet above the top of her head, but arranged on tracks going diagonally outward so that her arms were straight out and up from the shoulders. The sliding tracks allowed him to adjust these until she was stretched well into the spread X position and kept there when Frank locked the sliders in their tracks.
    From the vertical center track, the one that held her waist clamp, Frank set up a neck clamp that