Having It All by Jurgen von Stuka Page B

deep breath and pulling on the nipple and cunt lip rings. By and large, despite her near total immobility, Patty, was, as usual, enjoying herself.
    She stayed there for several hours, and then Max, whom she hadn’t met before, showed up.
    “Hi, Patty,” said Max, all grins and beefy outdoorsman. Patty mumbled through the gag and hood. “Looks like you’re stuck with me. Everyone else is off doing their own things. So, let’s see what we can do for you.” Patty shook her head, wiggled her fingers and gurgled.
    “First, we’ll dehood you and see if your tongue still works. From what I hear you may need some further speech training. Let me tell you that it’s often better to say nothing then to bitch, but you probably know that.” He took off the hood and unfastened the wire and head harness. Patty followed her usual pattern of complaint as soon as she got her tongue working.
    “You son of a bitch,” she shouted at Max. “Who the hell are you? I demand to be let out of here right now, Motherfucker.”
    “Okay,” said Max, looking her in the eyes and smiling. “You are quite a piece of work. I know. We know, all of us here, that you really enjoy this stuff or you would have been turned loose days ago, so why do you keep up this nonsense about not liking it?”
    “Look, smart ass,” Patty hissed. “What I want is to get the fuck out of here. Get it? Now take this chain off of me, Shithead, and get me some clothes and a ride to civilization. Now,” she shouted.
    “Hummmm,” pondered Max. “They warned me that you have a smart, dirty mouth. I guess I should have left the gag in and the hood on, so give me a minute and I’ll get you all fixed up. Oh, by the way, do you want a bath or shower. You’re getting a bit ripe, you know.”
    “Yeah, I guess so,” Patty muttered, somewhat subdued to hear that her personal hygiene wasn’t up to par and a bit disconcerted that Max hadn’t reacted to her language. “Untie me and show me the bathroom, ok?”
    “Right. I’ll take a few precautions first, cutie,” Max said. He began unwrapping Patty’s chain work, unlocking the locks at her nipples and lips, and then he put a short leash on her collar, hobble chains on her feet and disposable nylon flexi-cuffs on her hands behind her back. She continued to complain about the cuffs being too tight and the collar unnecessary, so he put a common ball gag into her mouth, pulled the strap respectably tight, and led her to the tiled shower. He locked the leash to a chromed ring on the shower wall, cut the flexi-cuffs off and handed her a washcloth and a bar of Dove soap.
    “You can stay in here as long as you want, but if you make trouble, I’ll have you out and locked down in a minute and you won’t like it, soapy and wet or not. Got that, Miss Toilet Mouth?”
    “Un huh,” Patty said through the ball gag.

Chapter Six
    Framed
    After an uneventful, but refreshing shower, Patty spent the night in considerable discomfort. Still naked, she was hooded and confined to a steel bondage frame. She sat on a small wooden stool and moaned, trying again to free her hands and feet from the medieval torture device that Ellen had locked her into, telling her that until she improved her attitude, she was not going to have any sort of freedom in the cabin and its facilities.
    “I got a report from Max that your language is going downhill, Patty, and that will not do here. We are all civilized and respect each other, so name-calling, unless it’s an approved part of your game, is not going to work. If you want to get into verbal abuse, I think I can find someone who is an expert in verbal filth and will match and exceed you word for word, but I am also told that that sort of game gets old very fast, so I would recommend you just tone it down….a lot.”
    The stool was firmly bolted to the concrete floor and the pyramid frame served as a sort of enclosure. The device was simple enough in design and perhaps had been made by a