CHAPTER NINE - The Disused Tunnel

Two weeks later …  Saturday 26th February …

9:00 am

Saturday the twenty-sixth of February finally arrived. For both Mimi and Roger the day could not come soon enough. They had been apart for a whole two weeks.
As nine o'clock in the morning arrived Roger moved to stand on the farmhouse doorstep and to await the arrival of Mimi's car. He looked to the skies. The sun was shining and there were very few clouds about. He reckoned that today was going to be a very good day all round. With February nearly at an end and with March just around the corner, the days were getting longer and the weather a little warmer. The forecast for today was dry, warm and sunny; Spring was in the air and daffodils were already in bloom in the garden.
Mimi drove directly to Carrowbank Farm and arrived there just a little after nine o'clock. She had started out early that morning and had picked Chloe up on the way. On arrival she swung around in the yard and pulled the car up alongside Roger's Mercedes. Once more chickens clucked and scattered everywhere as she stepped out of the driver's door.
Chloe got out of the car on the opposite side to Mimi. She yawned and stretched and looked around. She had been asleep in the passenger seat for most of the journey. She smiled as she recognised the old barn stood in front of her. She was happy to be back at Carrowbank Farm. She simply loved the place. The peace and solitude of the countryside made her feel relaxed.
Roger moved to greet Mimi. She in turn headed his way. The lack of rain over the last couple of weeks had at least ensured the courtyard was dry and free from puddles. For the first time this year they both found that they could walk in a straight line across the spacious courtyard.
They met somewhere in the middle and hugged and kissed.
Mimi had some exciting news to tell Roger. But not here in the middle of the courtyard. Tests during the week had confirmed that she was pregnant. The baby must have been conceived on their very first meeting in the attic bedroom at the amusement park. That had been early in January and the baby was due the first week in October.
She wondered when the best time to tell him would be? Certainly not here in the courtyard. This was neither the time nor the place for such an important announcement. Roger needed to be seated anyway when she told him, or better still lying down. Perhaps she would tell him when they were in bed together tonight? That seemed like the best idea.
As the couple embraced the postman arrived. His red van swinging around in the yard before stopping alongside Roger and Mimi. Through a wound down window he handed a bundle of letters to Roger. He thanked him and the van dove off.
Looking through the pile of letters, most of which were advertising and farming literature, and all addressed to Godfrey, Roger came across an envelope postmarked: 'Dundee - Scotland'. He showed it to Mimi.
"A letter from Aunt May in Scotland. I wonder if Uncle Jimmy's feeling any better?" he remarked.
Mimi recognised the names. It was only because of Uncle Jimmy's illness that she and Roger were able to take their place at Marion's wedding.
She nodded her head and said: "I hope he's better too. I think Godfrey was getting a little concerned about his health."
Chloe crossed the yard to join Roger and Mimi. The couple were stood hugging somewhere near the centre of the courtyard when she arrived. Roger broke his embrace and kissed Chloe on the cheek.
"Good morning Chloe," he greeted her, "I'm glad you could make it."
Chloe yawned, stretched and looked around. She was still a little tired despite sleeping most of the way in the car. She had been working on her university homework studies until late last night in order to get everything ready for Monday morning. She then had to be up and dressed the next morning waiting for Mimi to collect her at six o'clock.
"Morning Roger," she replied with another yawn, "I'm glad I'm back too. It's really lovely here."
Roger smiled and nodded his head. He could only agree with Chloe, Carrowbank Farm was especially lovely at this time of the year.
"Let's have a drink and a bite to eat first then shall we?" suggested Roger. "I bet you're both starving, and a strong cup of coffee looks like it's needed too!"
Both girls agreed. It had been a long drive down from London and neither had eaten anything as yet this morning.
They moved on into the farmhouse. Mimi put the kettle on and Roger dropped the morning's mail onto the table. Chloe sat down at the table and waited.
Not long afterwards Godfrey came down the stairs and entered the kitchen. He had obviously heard the kettle boiling. He smiled at Chloe seated at the table. He had not met her before, and with all Roger's activity over the past two weeks nothing had been mentioned about her.
"Oh Godfrey, this is Chloe… she's a friend of Mimi's, and she's come down for the weekend… I hope you don't mind?… We're thinking of going on a long walk today… so we'll be out of your way."
Godfrey held out his hand.
"Lovely to see you Chloe," he said, "and I don't mind anyone as beautiful as you coming down here at any time."
Chloe and Godfrey shook hands.
"It's nice to meet you too Mr. Brookes," Chloe answered.
"Call me Godfrey... everybody else does," he told her.
Chloe nodded her head and gave a little smile.
"Cup of tea Godfrey?" interrupted Mimi.
"Please," answered Godfrey. He then turned to the pile of mail on the kitchen table and asked: "Is all this for me?"
"I think so Godfrey," said Roger.
Godfrey sat down at the kitchen table and began to open his mail.
A little later, with Roger and Mimi still stood at the sink, they heard Godfrey utter the words: "Oh dear!"
They both turned their heads quickly to see the farmer reading the letter postmarked 'Dundee - Scotland'.
"What is it Godfrey?" asked Roger.
Godfrey shook his head.
"It's Uncle Jimmy… he's passed away,… he died last Wednesday," he announced. "The funeral's arranged for this coming Thursday."
"Oh I'm sorry to hear that," said Roger genuinely.
Godfrey shook his head again.
"It's a letter from Aunt May. She say's that she's been trying to contact me by phone for the last few days but she never gets a reply. That's because I'm always out in the fields or away somewhere else. Now that Marion's gone there's no-one at home to answer the phone anymore," explained Godfrey.
"That is a problem now isn't it Godfrey?" Roger agreed.
Roger shook his head. He could not help much anyway. He was spending most of his time at the amusement park of late. He was also still sleeping there during the week. Until the exhibition finally opened in one week's time, then Carrowbank Farm was only going to be only a weekend retreat.
Since Mimi's last visit Roger had managed to get just one afternoon off to visit the farm. In that time he had managed to do a few things to the old railway tunnel, but unfortunately not as much as he had hoped.
Godfrey looked up from the table and towards Roger. There was a trace of tears in his eyes.
"It also makes me worry about burglars paying a visit whilst I'm out. This place is deserted most of the time and would be a haven for thieves," Godfrey pointed out to Roger.
"You could get a burglar alarm fitted," suggested Roger. "One that dials through to the police as well as making one hell of a noise outside."
"I guess I could," answered Godfrey, "but that's something for the future to think about. Right now I guess that I'll have to be going to Scotland for the week. I can't miss Uncle Jimmy's funeral."
"I see," said Roger thoughtfully.
Godfrey rose from the table. His cup of tea was ready. He picked up the hot drink along with Aunt May's letter.
"I'm going to take a tablet and lie down for a bit," he told everyone in the room.
Godfrey left the kitchen, and leaving three very sad faces behind him.
Roger looked to the two girls. They both appeared to be a little downcast. This was meant to be a happy day and somehow everybody needed cheering up.
"Don't worry about Godfrey, he'll be all right once he's taken a tablet," he assured them. "He'll be as right as rain in half an hour's time,… just you watch."
Roger just hoped that he was right. He was aware that Godfrey was taking tablets. The bathroom cabinet was full of medicine bottles. The farmer was on both 'uppers' and 'downers', and also taking sleeping pills again. His doctor had said that he could be trusted once more with his sleeping pills, but all the same he was a little concerned.
However, for the time being there was not a lot Roger could do about the situation. There were times when it was better just to keep quiet, and this was one of them. Godfrey was obviously distressed at the sad news of Uncle Jimmy's death, and Roger felt it was best just to let him go and lie down. At the back of his mind however, he was wondering if he should get in touch with that doctor of his and tell him what had happened. He tried to think of the doctor's name. He recalled that it was something like Dr. Lang.
Roger took his own hot drink from the work surface by the sink and sat down at the table. He, like the two girls, was in a pensive mood and conversation had dried up. He wondered if there was anything he could do to help Godfrey? He considered the question of fitting a burglar alarm system to the farmhouse and outbuildings. That might help. At least it would remove one of the worries from Godfrey's mind. He considered that he could quite easily get a burglar alarm fitted at his own expense. After all he could afford it, and now that he was moving in here himself, then it would be insurance against losing some of his own valuable items.
Then Roger had another thought. Somewhere, possibly still in the suit that he wore for Marion's wedding, there was a business card from that Davina's husband. She was the woman who's wedding ring he had found in the loading bay. He recalled the short inscription inside the ring: It had read: 'Davina and John'. That was it! He remembered now! Her husband's name was John and he installed burglar alarms for a living. He wondered if he should make contact? He decided that he would. At least he thought that it would be a good idea to find out what work was involved, and how much it was likely to cost. After all this was a big farmhouse with lots of outbuildings, one barn of which was storing valuable items from the amusement park.
Roger decided to call on Davina's husband sometime in the future and make some initial enquiries. But that was definitely not something for today, there were other much more important plans afoot. For one thing work in the old railway tunnel needed  finishing off. For another, he had two gorgeous girls waiting to be photographed.
Roger managed a smile.
Perhaps today was going to be a good day after all?
He very much hoped that to be the case anyway.

10:00 am

Roger and the two girls had waited at least an hour before doing anything about a photo-shoot. There was no rush anyway. They had two full days in which to accomplish something. In the intervening time they had all eaten well and chatted about what they were going to do today and tomorrow. Roger had explained what he had done so far in the tunnel, and also outlined the work still needed to be done.
Whilst they chatted Roger had remained concerned over Godfrey's mental state of health. He had fears of another attack of depression coming on. Marion had warned him that such an event might occur. However, as it turned out no-one need have worried. At about ten o'clock Godfrey returned to the kitchen looking far more cheerful and a lot more relaxed.
Roger reckoned that he had taken an 'upper' and the pill was now taking effect.
"Another cup of tea Godfrey?" asked Roger.
Godfrey shook his head. He had his coat on anyway, and it looked like he was ready to go out.
"No thanks Roger," he immediately announced, "I'm off to Littlesea now to organise a wreath ready for collection on Monday. Afterwards I'm going to Marion's to break the sad news to her."
It was obvious that Godfrey was very determined to get to Uncle Jimmy's funeral.
"Okay Godfrey, give Marion my love," said Roger.
Godfrey nodded his head.
"I will do Roger," he confirmed, then told him the rest of his plans for the coming week: "I've got a bit of organising to do… I need to set out early on Tuesday morning for Dundee if the funeral's on Thursday… and I guess I'll be back sometime next Saturday, but I'll keep in touch and let you know about that."
"Don't worry about us or the farm Godfrey. I'll look after the place whilst you're away," Roger assured him.
Godfrey smiled. At least he looked a little more cheerful now.
"I know you will Roger," he said.
After that Godfrey found time to kiss the two girls goodbye, then headed outside for his pick-up truck.
Roger followed him to the door and waved goodbye from the step.
In a strange sort of way, things had turned out even better than he had hoped. Godfrey had no plans to be back until late that evening, which meant that he and the girls had the whole farm to themselves for most of the day. It also meant that he could take the tractor and trailer to the tunnel. That would save carrying all the heavy equipment that needed to be taken over there.
Roger smiled as the pick-up truck disappeared out of the courtyard.
Today was turning out to be a good day after all.

11:30 am

Roger set off driving the tractor.
In the trailer behind stood Mimi and Chloe clinging on to the sides. As they bounced along the track towards the north meadow the girls threw their heads back and let the wind blow in their hair. The bracing air and the sheer thrill of being out in the countryside brought great pleasure to these city dwellers. For both girls it seemed like they were setting out on an adventure of a lifetime. There was also the mouth-watering prospect of a photo-shoot to come, and there was a buzz of excitement all around.
The trailer was packed. Roger had filled two large boxes with all the surplus chains, fetters and manacles no longer required at the amusement park, using the excuse that these items should be stored in the barn along with everything else. The girls had brought a great number of items along with them too. In a separate box rested a large selection of bondage gear, both to wear and use, and all borrowed from FotoPix Studios for the weekend. Lenny had told them to take whatever they wanted and had wished them luck.
There were also other items in the trailer. Roger was determined to make a good job of the makeshift dungeon and had loaded the trailer with ladders, scaffolding and planks in order to reach the highest point of the high arched tunnel. His plan was to hang chains down vertically from the ceiling, and also attach a rope and pulley system to the roof in order to give himself another option of restraint.
In the last two weeks Roger had managed only one visit to the tunnel. He had hoped to make more, but alas work did not allow it. The new dungeon exhibition at the amusement park always had to come first on his list of priorities. However, in that time he had managed to get a few important things done. To start with he had repaired all the loose corrugated sheeting, and made the old rusted up door useable again after twenty-five years of neglect. At least now there was no-longer the danger of any corrugated sheeting falling off, and access was now possible through the small door secured by a new padlock and chain.
Just inside the access door he had set up the generator and run a pipe through a small hole in the partitioning to let the exhaust fumes out. He had then run cables down the tunnel and set up some lighting. The cables had been the longest he could find from work, and as a result, the area of the tunnel lit by the generator was a good two-hundred yards in from the mouth. The tunnel at this point was also remarkably dry and airy, and although cool and at a constant temperature, it was just about warm enough to be bearable to the naked body. Roger was not an expert photographer as yet, but he knew enough to know that goose-bumps were not exactly the sort of things to be seen even in the seediest of porno magazines.
Using the generator to operate an electric drill Roger had also managed to do one more thing before time finally ran out on him. He had succeeded in fixing a number of eye-bolts to the tunnel wall. He had put four in a row well spaced out and just above head height, and a corresponding four bolts at ankle height below them. At the time of doing this, he reckoned that if he could not manage to do anything else, then the eye-bolts were sufficient in themselves to at least achieve something from the forthcoming photo-shoot.
Roger stopped the tractor, pulled on the handbrake and killed the ignition. He then turned to face the girls in the trailer behind. They were both brushing their windswept hair back in place with their hands. It had been a most exhilarating ride and had brought colour to their cheeks.
"This is it girls," he informed them, "everybody out."
This was as far as Roger could go. There was no way of getting the tractor up the embankment and onto the old railway line; the track was now overgrown with young saplings for one thing, so he had driven the tractor as far as he could alongside the embankment. He had finally come to halt near the farthest corner of the north meadow. This was almost the spot where two weeks earlier he had helped Mimi scramble up the bank after traversing the northern boundary from the river.
The field of genetically modified oil-seed rape was now a mass of yellow that swayed gently in a light breeze. A strong fragrance given off by the flowers hung heavily in the air. Godfrey had said that the crop should be ready for harvesting in about a week's time. Roger reckoned that it would probably be the first thing the farmer did after getting back from Scotland. He was wondering if somewhere in his heavy schedule he could find time to come and help him? But he doubted it. There was still so much to be done at the amusement park, and there was only one week left to go before the grand opening on March the fourth. In fact at one point he was seriously considering cancelling today's photo-shoot. It had been touch and go all week.
Roger placed a ladder against the embankment, resting it on the slope to make getting up and down a lot easier. He did not want a repeat of last time when he had helped Mimi struggle to the top. He wanted the girls to be able to get up and down the embankment easily and without his help. Mimi was also dressed appropriately for the occasion, unlike last time, and Chloe was also kitted out in the same manner. They were both wearing jeans and had trainers on their feet.
All three set to work transferring the contents of the trailer up the embankment and into the tunnel. There was a lot of lifting and carrying to do, and things like the scaffolding and planks were passed up separately to Roger standing at the top.
The last thing to be handed up was a rucksack. It contained food for the day and a giant thermos flask full of hot coffee. They decided that it was time for their first break. All three sat down on the edge of the embankment and looked down upon the meadow below, and across to the River Carrow beyond. The sun was out and the birds were singing, announcing the coming of Spring.
Mimi poured out three cups of coffee from the thermos and handed them out.
Roger was thinking that today was going to be a very good day after all.

1:00 pm

Back in Littlesea, in a large old Georgian house that overlooked the amusement park, Georgina Watkinson was at home and waiting the arrival of her fiancé David Grantford. They were going out for the day, nowhere in particular, just a gentle ride round the countryside on one of David's rare days off. Perhaps a ride along the River Carrow and a walk in the bluebell woods at the top end of the valley, but nothing as yet had been finalised. This was just one of the many suggestions.
The telephone in the hallway rang. Her parents were out in the garden so she picked up the phone.
"Georgina Watkinson speaking," she answered.
"Sergeant Butler here," came the sharp reply.
As it turned out the call was for Georgina anyway. Sergeant Butler was her immediate superior at the local police station in Littlesea.
"Yes sir," she answered, "what can I do for you?"
"When are you being signed off and hoping to return to work Watkinson?" asked the Sergeant. "I've heard rumours that you might be coming back to us shortly."
Georgina had been off work as a Woman Police Constable since the beginning of the year and was itching to get back into uniform. She had been cleared by Dr. Lang her psychiatrist during the week. That was the first hurdle over with, but it was now up to her own doctor to sign her fit for work. She needed to have one final medical check-up on her shoulder before being declared fit enough to return to duty.
David her fiancé was quite naturally fully informed with all that was going on, and had happened to mention the fact that Georgina might be returning to work soon to his colleagues at the station. This in turn had managed to filter through to the ears of Sergeant Butler; and the man had a serious problem. Next Saturday was going to be a big day in Littlesea. The grand opening of the amusement park was taking place, and as usual the station was short staffed to cope with the massive influx of expected visitors, and not forgetting all the media circus that was certain to be here too. He dreaded to think what would be happening. There would be cars parked everywhere, most of them illegally, yet somehow the traffic had to be kept flowing. There was also the additional problem of controlling the expected long queues of crowds along the sea front.
"I have an appointment with my doctor on Tuesday sir," Georgina informed her immediate superior. "If all goes well I can start back the next day."
The Sergeant felt relieved at the news. With a bit of luck it would be one more body available for duty next Saturday.
"That's good Watkinson," he announced, then asked: "Are you aware of what's happening next Saturday?"
Georgina knew. Everybody in Littlesea knew. And those locals that had any sense had already made plans to go off somewhere for the day.
"It's the scheduled grand opening of the Dungeon Exhibition at the amusement park sir," she replied.
"That's right Watkinson, and I'm looking to everybody I can lay my hands on to be on duty that day," he told her, "and if you're available too that's going to be all that much better."
"I hope I'm declared fit on Tuesday then sir," answered Georgina. "I just can't wait to get back anyway. And as far as I can tell, the shoulder's completely healed and isn't giving me anymore trouble."
"That's good, but let me know the outcome of the medical anyway. I'm trying to put together a rota of duties, and I need everyone I can grab hold of to be here on Saturday," explained the Sergeant.
"I will do sir," answered Georgina, "one way or another I'll let you know the results."
Georgina was fed up of stopping at home. It was even nice to hear grumpy old Sergeant Butler's voice once again. She realised now how much she had missed him along with the rest of her colleagues.
"Right, I hope to see you back on duty next Saturday then Watkinson," said the Sergeant signing off.
"Yes sir," said Georgina.
She replaced the receiver and smiled.
It would be so nice to get back to work again. All she had to do now was pass that medical on Tuesday.
She flexed her shoulders and did a few arm stretches as she had been told to do by her physiotherapist. There were no twinges. Everything was fine and in good working order.
She smiled and wondered if she would ever get teamed up again with David on patrol duties?
That would be nice.
It would be just like old times again.

2:00 pm

Roger, Mimi and Chloe had been extremely busy inside the old railway tunnel. At around two o'clock in the afternoon they were ready to remove the scaffolding and prepare for the photo-shoot.
 Carefully they took down all the unwanted ladders, scaffolding and planks, and placed them a short distance down the tunnel so as not to be seen in the photo-shoot. They then returned to the area illuminated by the lights and looked around to see what they had achieved in the last couple of hours.
Four long chains now hung down from the roof of the tunnel. They were spaced at six feet intervals, and descended all the way to the ground. The lower end of the chains were further attached to long spikes hammered into the floor, thus making the links fixed and immovable from top to bottom. A little further into the tunnel hung a block and tackle arrangement. There was a pulley near to the roof affixed to a short chain, and below that at about six feet from off the floor, and connected by a series of ropes, hung a second pulley with a large hook on the end. Looking down the tunnel from the centre, all five items hung in a perfect straight line from the very apex of the high arched ceiling.
"Well, that's it, all finished," announced Roger. "I guess we're ready to start the photo-shoot now."
Mimi smiled and looked to Chloe. The young university student looked eager to start. She grinned and nodded her head.
"We're ready whenever you are," Mimi informed Roger.
"Well, what shall we do first?" he asked. "What do you suggest?"
Having got thus far, Roger was uncertain how to start and had turned to the voice of experience.
Mimi had been given a list of possible ideas by Lenny. They were only a guide, and of course they were not obliged to follow anything he said. But all the same they were sensible suggestions for pictures that could be sold quite readily to the porno magazine market. Nothing had been written down. It had just been a private conversation between Lenny and Mimi, but from memory she explained the sort of things Lenny would prefer to see.
"With both of us here I guess we can do two things Roger," she started to explain. "We can do lesbian scenes with one dominant and one submissive, and we can also do joint bondage where both of us are tied together. We've brought enough kit with us to do both."
Roger nodded his head in approval. Both ideas appealed to him. It would also mean that he would get to do some tying up, and that was something he was really looking forward to.
"What shall we do first then Mimi?" he asked.
Mimi turned to Chloe.
"What do you think Chloe?" she asked.
Chloe shrugged her shoulders. She did not really mind in which order they did things. She had however been tied up with other girls in the past at the local BDSM club, and she had to admit the experience did give her a buzz. The warmth of another girl's naked body pressed to close to hers, and the enforced skin contact did do something for her. Therefore, since she had been asked, she decided to make this option her first preference.
"Let's do the together bit to start with Mimi," she answered after a little thought. "It's a good way to get warmed up anyway."
Mimi turned back to Roger.
"Start with the two of us bound together then Roger," she told him.
Roger nodded his head once more. He was just pleased that the photo-shoot was on its way.
"Well I'd better do what Lenny does at this stage," he told the girls, "and that's get my camera and tripod ready whilst you two get undressed."
Mimi turned to Chloe.
"We'd better do as the boss says then," she told her. "Roger's in charge from now on."
Chloe began to unbutton her blouse.
"Best get started then," she said.
Five minutes later Mimi and Chloe presented themselves to Roger. Both were completely naked. Roger eyed them up and down as they stood side by side in the centre of the tunnel. He nodded his head in approval. He liked what he saw. Both girls were about the same height and had similar well proportioned bodies. If anything Mimi's breasts were slightly larger and her body a little stockier, but for all intent and purposes, there was very little difference in the shape and size of the two girls.
In Mimi's hands there were several coils of shining and brand new white rope. She had taken them from the box of goodies donated by Lenny for the occasion. She handed the ropes to Roger.
"Tie us together back to back to start with, then spread-eagle us between two of the chains in the middle. That should make a good picture to start with," she told Roger.
Roger took the ropes from Mimi. He was eager to apply a bit of bondage to two lovely and very naked girls. He wondered why he had not taken this up as a career ages ago? How lucky Lenny must be doing this everyday for a living!
The two girls stood back to back and held out their arms so that the back of their hands touched. Roger found that Mimi had handed him several short lengths of rope and one very long length. Retaining two of the smaller lengths in his hands, he placed the rest at his feet. He then bound their outstretched arms together at the wrists, and deliberately leaving a small amount of rope hanging on either side for later use.
It was now the turn of the large length of rope. Roger made a loop around both of the girl's waists and pulled on the rope. Their bodies, although already touching at their bums and shoulder blades, drew closer together until their spines met in the middle.
Chloe whimpered a little. This is what she wanted; her naked flesh pressed hard against the warm naked flesh of another body.
As Chloe revelled in the experience, Roger proceeded to wind the rest of the rope around their two bodies, moving forever upwards at each turn. At the breasts he found that there was still plenty of rope remaining, and he continued to wind, squashing and distorting both Mimi's and Chloe's breasts beneath the tight bonds. Eventually the rope came to and end and he tied it off in a knot at the centre of Mimi's chest.
As he pulled the knot tight Roger leant forward and kissed Mimi on the lips.
"That's for being wonderful," he told her.
Mimi just smiled. If anything Roger had been a little too enthusiastic with his rope work, and the loops around her breasts were a little on the tight side. Her pregnancy was starting to make her breasts fells sore and she felt uncomfortable. But she refused to complain. This was her suggestion, and besides, Chloe strapped behind her had not uttered one word of protest, so she was damn-well not going to be the first to complain.
Whilst both were still capable of walking, Roger manoeuvred the girls to stand between two of the chains. Next he made them raise up their arms as high as possible. He then secured the ends of the ropes that bound their wrists to the chains that dropped down from the roof.
Roger collected two more short lengths of rope from off the floor and knelt down at Mimi's feet.
"Open out your legs a bit wider, and keep your heels together," Roger told them.
Mimi and Chloe complied with the order, and Roger lashed their ankles together on both legs.
When he was done he issued his next instruction.
"Right, now open out your legs as wide as you can please girls," he told them. "Try and get them as far as you can to the chains. I want to tie the ends up now."
Mimi and Chloe, with ankles bound together, began to spread out their legs towards the two chains. The movement caused their arms to stretch further upwards, and the chains to bend slightly inwards in order to compensate for the lowering of the centre of gravity. Roger assisted in the final stages by taking hold of the ankles and inching them closer to the chains. Eventually they were stretched far enough, and he secured the ends of the ropes to links in the chains to either side.
When he was done, and still kneeling between Mimi's outstretched legs, Roger traced a finger along her slit from back to front. He could not help his actions, the temptation had been too great and something done on impulse. He could have done the same to Chloe's slit too, but had been careful not to make contact. He rubbed the gathered residue on his forefinger against his thumb. The surfaces slid easily across each other, proving that Mimi was dripping wet between her legs. He bent down a little lower and peered up between both girls' outstretched legs. It was a beautiful sight. Two virginal openings locked together in a line, and by the look of it, both highly aroused and dripping wet.
Roger looked up to see Mimi peering down at him. She had been watching his actions with interest but had not said a word. Their eyes met and they both smiled a knowing smile.
"Later," she whispered.
Roger stood up and kissed her on the lips.
"Is that a promise?" he whispered back.
"That's a promise," she confirmed.
He kissed her again.
"Hey you two lovebirds back there, cut out the cooing and let's get on with the shoot," called Chloe from behind.
Roger chuckled at the remark, pecked Mimi on the lips one final time, then took two paces back.
Chloe was right, the time for romancing was over, there was now some serious work to be done. He looked to the scene that greeted him and nodded his head in approval. He was facing Mimi and she looked well and truly captured. This on its own would make a good shot for the camera without having Chloe lashed to her back. Taking his time, Roger moved around to the other side. The scene was no different. Chloe was bound and spread-eagled just like Mimi.
Roger rubbed his chin in thought, then looked to the floor a short distance away. There were just four lengths of short rope remaining. He stepped across and collected them all. He had an idea and it would be a shame to waste them. With these last four ropes he could bind the arms and legs together just above the elbows and knees. He was certain that this would add to a much better effect.
Returning to the girls, Roger passed the end of a rope around their arms just above the elbows, wound it around the limbs several times and finished off with tight knot. He then did the same to their arms over on the other side.
"Tight enough for you girls?" Roger asked as he knelt down between Mimi outstretched legs once more.
"Just hurry up and get on with it!" muttered Mimi.
Roger however was not really listening. He was too engrossed in what he was doing. Using the last two lengths of rope he bound the girls' legs together tightly just above the knees.
When he was done, Roger stood up and took a few steps back. Thoughtfully he rubbed his chin as he weighed up the scene that greeted him.
He liked what he saw.
"That should do nicely," he said quietly to himself.
Then with a smile he collected his camera.
He was ready to begin his first official photo-shoot.

4:00 pm

At sometime around four o'clock the two girls took a much welcomed break. Roger made a bench out of one of the planks, and they all sat down to finish off the coffee and consume the last of sandwiches they had brought with them. The two girls were naked and seated to either side of Roger.
"What's next then girls?" asked Roger between bites of a ham and tomato sandwich.
Chloe had a suggestion to make. She tapped on the plank they were seated upon.
"How about some wooden pony shots?" she asked. "We've got the planks here to do it."
Roger had not got a clue what Chloe was talking about.
"What's wooden pony?" he asked.
But he did not get an answer straightaway. Instead Mimi leaned forward and looked across to Chloe seated on the other side of Roger.
She told her: "I hope you're volunteering then?"
Chloe leaned forward and nodded her head.
"If you don't want to Mimi, then I will," she confirmed. "I've done it a few times before at the club so I know what to expect… Mind you, it can hurt quite a bit, I'm telling you,... and you're a bit sore afterwards,… but it'll make some good shots for Lenny," she replied.
"Sorry girls, but what are you both talking about?" interrupted Roger and turning his head from side to side.
Mimi smiled a knowing smile.
"You'd better explain it to him Chloe," she said and still leaning forward.
Chloe collected her thoughts. She had assumed that Roger would know just what wooden pony meant.
"Well… wooden pony," said Chloe and beginning to explain to Roger, "is when you get sit with both legs to either side of a plank… The plank's fixed so that it's sideways on and the girl sits with her fanny pressing against the edge… She's then tied with her hands behind her back, or above her head so that she cannot escape… and that's called riding the wooden pony… there's plenty of shots like it in all of the magazines… you must have seen them surely?"
Roger recalled seeing something similar to what Chloe described in one of the magazines he had bought when trying to first locate a professional photographer for the Dungeon Project, but all the same he still winced at the thought of Chloe doing it.
"It's a bit painful," he told her.
Chloe nodded he head in confirmation.
"Yes, it does hurt a bit Roger, but I don't mind a bit of pain, and it's what we're here for anyway isn't it?" she reminded him. "To get some decent dungeon scene photos for Lenny to sell on?"
Chloe was obviously thinking of the money. The more photographs he could sell, then the more money she would get. Roger nodded his head. He could not disagree with the statement. They were doing this for profit not pleasure.
"I guess we're all here for the money Chloe," he answered, "but there are certain limits."
Chloe tried to allay his fears.
"Roger, it's nothing," she told him, "and I'm doing the volunteering… so don't worry… just fix a plank up on edge, and let's get on with it."
Roger turned to Mimi sat next to him on the other side of the makeshift bench.
"Well?" he asked simply.
Mimi had no objections.
"Well yes," answered Mimi, "if Chloe's willing to do it, then why not?"
Roger was always happy to go along with the suggestion providing both girls agreed.
"Right, that's what we do next then girls," confirmed Roger rubbing his hands together, "we construct ourselves a wooden pony, and then take some shots of Chloe sat up on the thing."
Not long afterwards, once all the coffee and sandwiches had been consumed, Roger set to work.
Soon he had a construction that looked right for the job. There was not much to it really. It was simply a plank held sideways on and fixed between two small scaffolding constructions. A bit like a road barrier in appearance according to Roger.
Whilst Roger had been drilling holes and bolting the construction together, the two girls had discussed what they were going to do together. In the end it was decided that they would act out a mistress and slave relationship. This would bring the wooden pony into play, and also give Lenny the Lesbian pictures he was looking for. Mimi had sorted through the box of goodies on loan from Lenny and got herself all dressed up in some black leather gear. She had also put on a hood that came down as far as the nose at the front. At the time she had considered herself to be looking a bit like Catwoman, and had purred and made scratching movements with her hands towards Chloe.
With the wooden pony completed, Roger placed his hands on the plank and shook the construction to test what he had done. The plank flexed a fraction at the centre but everything felt quite rigid. He reckoned that he had done a good job. At least it was not going to collapse on anyone.
With the girls help they moved the makeshift wooden pony into position, resting it lengthways down the tunnel, and with a chain that hung from the roof touching the plank somewhere near the centre. Roger patted the edge of the plank close to where the chain crossed, and turned to Chloe.
"Well here's the wooden pony you asked for," he told her, "now are you still willing to do the riding?"
Chloe joined Roger by his side and tested the rigidity of the plank. The top edge of the plank rested about four feet from off the ground. She smiled and nodded her head in approval.
"That's just fine Roger," she told him, "you've done a great job here. I guess I'd better get up on the thing now."
Chloe raised up a leg in readiness. She was quite lithe and nimble and placed her heel on the plank.
"Give us a hand up then," she said.
Roger helped the naked Chloe up and onto the plank so that her legs hung down from either side, and with the chain from the roof resting against her back. He then stepped clear so that she could sort herself out. To begin with she took all the weight on her hands. Slowly she lowered herself down onto the narrow wooden edge. She grimaced as the pain struck home, but continued to lower herself down until all the weight was transferred to her crotch.
Slowly she removed her hands and looked to Roger. There were signs of obvious discomfort upon her face.
"Okay," she confirmed, "that's fine… Now get on with it quickly."
A leather-clad Mimi handed Roger a pair of handcuffs.
Trying hard not to make any harsh or rapid movements, Roger brought Chloe's hands around behind her back and around the chain that dropped down from the roof. He then locked the handcuffs about her wrists. At the same time Mimi drew back Chloe's legs behind the chain and locked another set of handcuffs around Mimi's ankles. Chloe was now well and truly secured to her wooden pony.
"Right, let's get started," said Roger clapping his hands and wanting action.
Roger took up his camera whilst Mimi moved quickly into action.
Mimi attached a nipple clamp and chain to Chloe's right breast, pulled on the chain and held that position.
"Lovely," said Roger and the camera flashed.
The photo-shoot was on its way once more.

6:00 pm

Sometime around six o'clock in the late afternoon, Roger and the two girls made for the entrance to the tunnel. It had been a long hard working day for all of them. But for their rewards Roger had about a dozen films awaiting processing. He hoped that Lenny would like what had been achieved.
The two girls stepped out into the daylight first, leaving Roger to kill the generator before joining them outside. The bright sunlight dazzled them all and they shielded their eyes from the glare. The sun was just setting beyond the hills over on the far side of the valley, and its rays were reflecting off the River Carrow across a field of bright yellow flowers.
Roger used up what was left of his last film, taking wide angle shots of the panorama spread out before him. This was a beautiful part of the countryside, with the sea of yellow immediately below, the river over on the other side, the reddening sky, and the dark outline of the hills in the distance. He hoped that this part of the world would remain unspoilt and not invaded by city dwellers. Mimi stood by his side whilst he took the pictures. She too was mesmerised by the sheer beauty of the setting sun.
Eventually all three descended the embankment to the tractor parked up below. Roger returned the ladder that scaled the embankment to the trailer, then climbed up onto the tractor. He started the engine and turned to the girls stood in the trailer behind.
"Ready girls?" he asked.
"Back to the farm and something to eat," replied Mimi.
Roger engaged first gear and trundled the tractor round in a circle. Then with a few bounces over the rough terrain he was back on the track again and heading for Carrowbank Farm.
After all the morning's troubles, today, in the end, had turned out to be a truly wonderful day.

11:00 pm

Godfrey had returned earlier that evening at around nine o'clock and had retired to his bedroom almost immediately.
For the next two hours Roger and the girls had remained seated in the lounge chatting about nothing in particular and finishing off the last two bottles of wine.
Sometime around eleven o'clock they decided it was time for bed. It had been a long hard day and they were all very tired.
Whilst chatting in the lounge Mimi and Chloe had decided not to leave it too late before setting off back to London on Sunday. Chloe needed to get things ready for Monday morning lessons at University and could not be back too late. It was therefore agreed the departure time tomorrow would be sometime around three o'clock in the afternoon. That at least left the morning free to do something. There were suggestions of another photo-shoot, but nothing was agreed for definite. They would see what tomorrow brings. A lot would depend on the weather. If it was going to be another nice day then they may even decide to go for a walk up the valley instead, or even go to the beach. They were as vague as that.
Roger and Mimi saw Chloe to Marion's old bedroom, then moved down the corridor to their own bedroom for the night. Godfrey's room was in another wing of the building and nothing they did or said would disturb him. Which in a way they were all thankful for. Mimi could be noisy with her orgasms sometimes. And as for Chloe, she did not mind just lying in bed and listening to the grunts. She had packed a vibrator in her case anyway, and she was prepared for a night on her own.
Mimi and Roger climbed into bed. They were both naked and Mimi cuddled up into Roger's arms. Mimi was nervous. The time had come to break the news that she was pregnant. She was unsure what Roger's reactions were going to be, and she was naturally nervous.
"Roger?" said Mimi as a hand began to fondle a breast. "I've got something to tell you."
"What's that Mimi?" asked Roger leaning across Mimi and beginning to run his tongue around a nipple.
Mimi took a deep breath and composed herself. It was now or never, and Roger had to find out sometime. She could not hide the bump forever.
"Roger?…" she said again, "…we're having a baby!"
It took a second or two for the words to register with Roger. Suddenly he pushed himself upwards on one elbow and looked Mimi in the face.
"What?" he exclaimed.
It was all he could manage to say.
"I said we're having a baby…. I'm pregnant… I've been to the doctor's in the week and he's confirmed it…," she told him. "…I'm having a baby."
Mimi looked to Roger's face for any sort of reaction. For a second or two nothing happened. Not one single facial muscle moved. It was if Roger had been struck paralysed by the news. Then slowly a smile began to develop.
"You mean…..?"
"I mean… you are going to be a daddy," interrupted Mimi.
Roger collected his thoughts. He was not expecting anything like this. The news had come as a great shock to him. But when he thought back, then perhaps it was inevitable. They had been careless all throughout their relationship and not taken precautions.
"Mimi, that's fantastic news….," he told her eventually, and he leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.
"Oh, I do love you Roger," whispered Mimi as their lips parted.
"And I love you too Mimi," echoed Roger.
Roger was smiling now and he propped himself back up onto an arm.
"Well… when's the baby due?" he asked.
"The beginning of October," she told him. "I reckon we conceived it on our very first night together."
Roger counted the months from the end of February to the beginning of October. There was about seven and a bit months left to go.
"When will it start to get noticed?" asked Roger.
"Ooo… probably in another couple of months time," Mimi told him.
"We'd better get ourselves married then," he told her, "before that bump gets too big and you can still fit into a wedding dress."
Mimi smiled. Now Roger was telling her something that she was not expecting.
"You mean you're proposing to me?" she asked.
Roger laughed and slid out of bed.
"I guess I ought to do this properly then," he said. "Come on Mimi, sit on the side of the bed."
And with that Roger dropped to his knees and waited for Mimi to sit facing him on the edge of the bed.
Kneeling in front of Mimi, he took hold of her hands and looked upwards into her eyes.
"Mimi," he said, "will you marry me?"
Mimi's face glowed.
"Of course I will Roger," she replied, "of course I will."

End of Chapter Nine