Chapter Eleven

I arrived home at a little before eleven. All was in order and the Thanksgiving dinner I had ordered was delivered right on time. My wife was able to get out of bed long enough to enjoy the meal but soon tired.

Her live-in nurse, Barbara Banks, gave me an update on her condition which was pretty much as expected. She was failing slowly and there was nothing that could be done. She was sleeping more than twenty hours a day and still too tired to do much of anything. Barbara expected her to have a stroke or heart attack at any time. She suggested that I have her moved to a nursing home.

No, not going to do that. She loved this old house and she would end her days here. I told Barbara that she should let her apartment go as this was going to be her home from now on. She didn’t understand what I meant so I spelled it out for her; If you take excellent care of my wife until she is gone this house will be yours along with all the furnishings except my personal items. There would also be a fund in her name to make any repairs or changes she might like.

I thought she was going to faint, "How can you afford to do that? This house is worth a lot of money."

"I don’t want it after she is gone; there are just too many memories attached to it. I don’t want to forget but I don’t want to be reminded of the past every minute of every day either. You can keep it, sell it, rent it, I don’t care. It will be yours to do with as you see fit."

She was almost in tears as she hugged me. I hate tears.

I spent the next few days just being lazy and talking to my wife. I told her of the arrangements and she agreed even though she wondered where I was going to live. I passed it off that I didn’t need a house this size just for me; a three room apartment would work fine. 

Monday morning arrived way too soon to suit me but I had to go back to The Project. The Jackson problem was still pending along with a hundred other things. I said my good-byes and drove out of the city hoping I would be able to spend Christmas here with my wife.

The Security office was full of people. Robert, Bill, Cora, Jerry, Paul and a couple more I didn’t recognize. Mike brought me up to speed; the Jackson problem was coming to a head quickly. He had attacked the jailer and broken his arm before he was subdued. Now the possibilities of arranging anything other than long term psychiatric care or a much longer prison term were nil.

Robert introduced the two men I didn’t know, Jonathan Berkley, the local JP and the sheriff, Ronald Wise. They were interested in the connection between Jackson and The Project. I had to think pretty fast but managed to say that his wife was a potential employee of The Project and had been here for evaluation and possible orientation.

This seemed to satisfy them, at least for the moment. They wanted to talk to her but I told them she had returned home for the holidays and I didn’t expect her to return until after the first of the year but offered to have her there in a day or two if they wanted to see her.

Robert apparently was clear of any difficulties, as he had not known she was here. His actions had been entirely appropriate for the circumstances.

The Sheriff shook hands and with everyone and left. It was very unusual to shake hands when investigating a case, not a normal occurrence. I have had my share of contact with law enforcement but never had an investigator offer his hand.

Jerry motioned for me to join him and the JP in the next room. Now what was this all about?  I soon found out.

"Mr. Berkley is very interested in our Project. He would like a full tour and perhaps a membership. He has completed all the paper work and the physical examination, we are just waiting for the test results."

Oh boy! What was he up to? I was sure Jerry had told him that he would have to join with his wife; single marrieds were not allowed, except for Sandy, that is. Stalling for time I asked the obvious questions, "Why would you wish to join our group? Is your wife aware of your intentions? What kind of an idea do you have as to the activities that take place here?"

That didn’t shake him even a little bit. He answered every one as if he had read the manual. Somehow he knew way too much about us from some source. I intended to find that source, pronto!

There was a knock on the door and Paul came into the room. "Hi everyone. I see you are interviewing Jonathon; he is a good guy."

Apparently my thoughts were showing on my face, "Yes I told him what to expect here. My wife and I have played with them from time to time. They are for real."

I looked at Jonathon, "Then you were not here with the Sheriff?"

"No, in fact I actually had an appointment with Jerry this morning. The Sheriff dropped in after I was here. I was glad to get a clarification on Mr. Jackson’s status as far as this group is concerned though; that fella has bought himself as lot of time." 

Jerry offered a little information, "I have finished a preliminary evaluation of him that indicates that he is what is known as Bi Polar. Basically that is a split personality that he is unable to control. There are some treatments available but they all seem to depend on drugs to restore an appearance of normalcy, if he misses a dose and all hell can break loose."

"He told me that Robert brought him to this office and then left. Is that true?"

I confirmed it and explained; again, that Robert was due to go on duty with the sheriff’s department. I also told him that I read him the riot act and told his to get off the property and turned him loose.

With a twinkle in his eye Jerry continued, "He also told me that a little fat man threw him to the floor and put his knee on his neck and threatened to break some bones. I wonder who that could have been? Do we have any members with that kind of skill?"

I just knew that was going to come out sooner or later. "It was just a lucky shot."

Paul looked at me, "I have seen Mr. Jackson; that guy is big he must have a hundred pounds on you. I want a bodyguard the next time we have a meeting."

After everyone got done laughing at me we got back to business. The Jackson thing was now out of our hands but I offered to put up a few bucks for his defense but it would be limited to a reasonable amount. Some $500.00 an hour shyster wasn’t going to make a million dollars out of it.

I asked Paul why he was here, "We need to discuss the expansion plans. The realtors tell me that just about everyone on all sides want to sell. That would add ten sections to the nine sections we have now; it would literally double the size of the property."

"I have only evaluated the south side, do you have any idea of the value of the property on the other sides?"

"Actually it is considerably less than the original purchases as it is mostly farm land and woods. My guess is that it would be about half the cost."

Without checking with Klaus I said, "Do it, all four sides." I would be able to cover that if I had too.

Wow, two major situations handled in less than an hour; it was going to be a great day.

Jonathon still wanted a tour so I loaded him in my old van and we started through the property. First I drove around the outer perimeter then criss-crossed the center explaining what had been done and what was planned. He was impressed to say the least.

I dropped Jonathon off at the security and headed toward the house; during the tour I saw her car in the driveway. I wasn’t expecting her until later in the day. I entered the house to find her having a light lunch of soup and a sandwich. She looked like she was worn out.

"Hi kid, how is everything?"

"Not too good; hubby’s brother is creating problems. He wants me to sell the house and spend all the proceeds on lawyers. I don’t mind the money, what is bothering me is the fact he doesn’t care how I get by after that. His mother is fit to be tied also and as usual she says it is all my fault. I don’t ever want to go back there again."

I noticed that she had brought two very large suitcases with her rather than her usual overnight bag. She wasn’t planning on returning any time soon.

I told her of the additional problems that he had created for himself and she broke down into sobs. I held her until she had cried herself out. "Do you want me to have Paul file for a divorce?"

"I thought about it all weekend; yes that is what I want to do. Let him have the house and cars and everything; I just want out of the whole mess."

I called Paul and explained the problem, He said to bring her by his office to get the papers signed and that should do it.

I led her to the bedroom and helped her get undressed as the bathtub filled. She lay back and began to relax; an hour later I helped her out and dried her off. I gave her a long, slow massage that put her to sleep. The papers at Paul’s office could wait until tomorrow. I went downstairs to get a cup of coffee and let her sleep.

Klaus arrived about five looking spiffy in a two thousand dollar suit. Kathy was elegant in an evening gown of pale blue. "Why the fancy duds?" I asked.

"We were at a formal presentation from the solar company and decided to just come on up here rather than change. We really have that company all excited; their field engineering team will be here in the morning. We need to put out a notice that all play must be private until they leave."

"Sure, no problem. I have some news also; the three sections we wanted to buy are readily available and Paul is finalizing the paper work. He discovered that all of the surrounding sections are eager to sell. I told him to buy all ten of them. Now we will have a real safety perimeter a mile wide."

Klaus just stared at me, "That is going to run me a little short on operating funds."

"I’ll handle this part, you have done enough."

"Are you serious?"

"Sure, why not? I have the funds and I am living here also."

"Then we must redraw the corporate papers and make this a partnership." Well, if that was what he wanted to do it was fine with me. As it was everyone thought I owned most of it anyway so authority had never been an issue.

I explained the situation with Sandy and her hubby. I also mentioned we now had a member of the local court system as a part of our group. This was very good news to Klaus as it brought with it a degree of legal protection, at least at the local level.

We chatted about various things until it was time to wake Sandy and get ready for our dinner engagement with Connie and Brenda and, of course, their subs.

Sandy was well rested and actually seemed to be looking forward to the dinner and play. I had her do her cleaning as I got her equipment ready. She was even cheerful about that. When she returned to the bedroom I put her ankle and wrist cuffs on for her. I slipped behind her reaching around to cup her breasts; she leaned against me putting her hands over mine and pressing them to her chest.

I asked her to bend over the side of the bed as I slowly worked her two-inch butt plug into place. She squealed and wiggled some, as she hadn’t worn it for several days. As she stood and took a few steps to adjust it she smiled, "Feels good."

I buckled her waist belt in place and installed her crotch strap with the little teaser chain. Her clit poked through the hole as if tempting the chain to get busy. She took a couple steps and sighed, "That thing is just as effective as ever, I was hoping I would be used to it by now." With my evil grin fully in place I added a small weight to the chain.

"That is almost too much; ten steps and I will be ready to explode."

It took several minutes for her to get down the stairs without an explosion. Klaus and Kathy watched the show. Klaus had strapped Kathy in her corset and put her arms in a single sleeve. She also wore a crotch strap with a very short chain ending in what appeared to be a fluffy cotton ball that sat against her clit as it peaked through the opening in the strap. She stood very still to keep the ball from moving. Her butt plug was evident under the strap. He had also put the rubber "O" rings on her nipples, which were standing out proudly.

How could I have missed that? I ran back to the bedroom and got Sandy’s "O" rings also. I quickly installed them and fastened her wrist cuffs together behind her back.

We were ready to go to dinner.

It was a little cool outside so I warmed up the van to keep the girls from getting chilled. They tried to hurry to get in but the little chains were working very well and both of them had to stop and wait for the sensations to die down before continuing. They were shivering which also caused the chains to move a little, there were a lot of moans and gasps before they warmed up.

Of course I took the roughest road I could find which added to the stimulation. At Connie’s house they managed to get to the front steps without a mishap but getting up the front steps was another matter. A pause on each step was needed to prevent complete collapse.

Finally they made it to the front door. Michael answered the door and invited us in. The girls were shivering again and fighting to avoid a climax. Connie met us in the living room and exclaimed, "Oh I like those little chains."

Klaus and I smiled, as Michael stood with his mouth open. Bob entered the room and exclaimed his approval also. The introductions were made and the girls’ hands were freed to help in the kitchen. As the girls headed for the kitchen Connie commented over her shoulder, "Time to dress for dinner boys." The two male subs immediately left the room to return a few minutes later.

Michael had a heavy chain swinging between his large nipple rings and had the same body fitting aluminum plate over his crotch. It seemed to run between his legs and stay in position with only light chains holding it to his waist belt. His balls hung through an opening in the plate and were stretched by several heavy rings around his sack. The rings constricted the sack so that his balls could not pass through and had to bear the weight of the rings. In addition two weights were attached to the rings to add addition stress.

His cock was protruding through a second opening. There was a tight clamp around it just behind the head with a chain attached, which pulled it up toward the belt. There seemed to be considerable tension on that chain. In additions there were three small bungee cords pulled tightly across the shaft of his cock and secured to the edge of the aluminum plate. The plate seemed to terminate between his ass cheeks without any straps or ties. After considering this for a moment it became clear that it was held in place by his ass hole. The end of the plate was a large butt plug. Naturally he walked very carefully.

At first glance Bob seemed to have much less restriction. His nipples were not pierced but there were small suction cups attached to each nipple. They were pulled deeply into the cups and bright red. His cock was fastened to the center of a round wooden rod two inches in diameter and a foot long. There were four clamps crushing his cock to the rod and holding it in a tightly curved position around the rod. Each end of the rod had a weight that had to be at least three pounds on each end. Should the rod become unbalanced it would twist his cock hard.

My opinion of less restriction disappeared quickly. His balls were not in sight from the front but when he turned around they could be clearly seen. There were two dowel rods clamping his ball sac above the balls. The rods extended to the sides below his ass cheeks and rested against the back of his thighs. The pressure on his balls was obvious. A large butt plug was also evident. As he walked each step twisted his cock from side to side and his balls were pulled, hard.

Neither of the subs gave any indication of discomfort; I still don’t know how they managed that. They brought Klaus and me coffee as we waited for dinner to be served. I was surprised that they could walk at all.

Connie announced dinner and we moved to the kitchen. The girls were already seated and the male subs began to serve. Brenda ‘accidentally’ bumped Bob’s cock rod as he had his hands full of plates. It spun almost 180 degrees before returning to a balanced position. He groaned but didn’t drop anything.

Michael was not fairing much better; Connie managed to tug on his ball weights each time he came in range.

The meal was wonderful and well served. While we ate the male subs stood at the counter to eat. Connie explained that the ball stretching was not nearly as effective if they sat down.

We took our after dinner coffee with us to the basement play area leaving the male subs to clean up. It was nicely equipped for many different activities. Connie immediately removed her clothes to display her hidden jewelry. She had gold figurines holding her nipples erect but not crushed. She had a vertical hood piercing that looked as though it continued to also become a clit piercing. There were several, at least three, labia piercings on each lip. She also had a beautiful set of tattoos that started at the outer side of each breast and continued downward to join at the top of her hood piercing. It was an aquamarine color in the form of lightning bolts.

Brenda was not to be outdone; her nipple rings were connected with the gold chain I had seen before but she had added heavy nipple shields of flashing colors. Her naval was pierced with a series of short curved barbells that gave the impression of encircling it. Her labia were pierced with a flesh tunnel, normally used in ears, in each side. They had an opening of at least a quarter of an inch. She had attached a small shiny clevis in each opening. She also had a deep triangle piercing and a horizontal clit piercing, both of them at least eight gauge.

I had no idea those two girls were that well decorated but the general appearance was fantastic.

Connie turned toward Klaus and I motioning for us to get undressed also. With all their pretties showing I felt absolutely naked with one little horseshoe to show. I took heart; at least I was one horseshoe ahead of Klaus.

It don’t take long to get out of a shirt and a pair of pants so I was naked first as Klaus seemed to be fumbling with his fancy suit. Clothes off, I sat down with my coffee. Connie walked over to inspect my horseshoe; she looked closely, "Do you mind if I touch?"

"Of course not." She lifted it looking at the actual piercing then slid it back and forth a couple times. By that time the little man was beginning to come to life and lifted the horseshoe away from my leg. She stepped back a little with her gaze still fastened to the horseshoe. Finally she said, "I have seen pictures of this type piercing but never a real one. I like it, I like it a lot. How much pull will it take?"

"Some but it is not designed for that. There are other piercings better suited for tugging."

She reached out and flipped the ring to watch it swing. She giggled as the little man came to full attention and pointed at her. She bent over and kissed the head gentle, "I really do like it."

Sandy was looking embarrassed as Connie asked her how she liked it. "It’s wonderful" was all she would say about it.

Mike and Bob came down the stairs slowly as they reached the floor Connie grabbed Mike’s nipple chain. "Come here, I have something to show you," as she led him in my direction much faster than he wanted to go. His ball weights were swinging wildly. "See this," as she pointed at my one little doodad. I think you need at least four of them, one for each direction."

"But Mistress, that would fill the hole and I wouldn’t be able to pee."

"Quit whining, they are round so they wouldn’t fit together that well. You would still be able to dribble."

Brenda was now inspecting me also. Being the center of attention does have an advantage when the girls all want to touch. The little man was still standing, as Brenda looked it over. She flipped the horseshoe also and it moved back and forth, big surprise. She slid it through the opening from ball to ball. She gave it a gentle tap and said, "We need something like that but much bigger and stronger." Mike and Bob both groaned.

I explained, "The piercing I have can be continued up through the head. There is a name for it but I can’t pronounce it let alone spell it. There is also a piercing that goes through the head horizontally with another weird name. Between the two of them they could stand a lot of tugging but they will be out of commission for several weeks at least."

The girls looked at each other before Connie said, "We can do them one at a time. That would still leave room for some play." Brenda agreed.

"Now that we have settled that, "Connie asked, "Where is a good place to get it done?" 

I told them about the place in the city. Brenda scampered to find a pen and paper to write it down.

The girls were feeling left out with all the talk about piercings so I suggested we get started.  Connie volunteered to get things moving. As she led Mike to the other side of the room I led Sandy to a treadmill. In fact there were two of them side by side and even equipped with the harness. Klaus saw where I was going and decided to follow suit.

Sandy and Kathy both were soon harnessed and ready to go. We fastened their hands behind them and turned the machines on at dead slow. I knew they wouldn’t last long but it should get them in the mood.

I used a light flogger on Sandy’s ass cheeks to let her know I was still there. Each stroke caused her to jump a little adding to the sensations she was receiving. The meter on the machine indicated she had walked less than fifty feet when she began to stumble. I shut the machine off and lightly flogged her breasts until she was stable again.

Klaus was tapping Kathy on the ass with a light cane. She was holding up a little better than Sandy but that soon ended as she lost her footing completely and hung in the harness, too weak to move. A few light strokes with the cane on her breasts seemed to clear her head.

We both started the machines at the same time to see who could last the longest. I was flogging Sandy’s tits and Klaus was attacking Kathy’s ass. The girls were yipping and yelling and trying not to move any more than necessary. With in a few minutes they were both unable to walk. We shut the machines off and decided to give them a break.

We walked over to a table with chairs around it and sat down just as Mike let out a scream. We looked across the room to see him on a table with his wrists and ankles fasted to the corners. The aluminum plate was still in place. An overhead rope had replaced the weights on his ball rings and was being pulled tighter and tighter by Connie. Mike was arching up as far as possible and still she tugged on the rope. Finally she tied it off.

She began slapping the inside of his thighs with a small crop. She worked her way down both legs to his knees and then back up again. His legs were trembling from the strain of holding the position as she leaned over and tickled the head of his cock with her tongue. Despite the clamps and straps on his cock it began to inflate. As soon as he began to moan from the pressure of the straps and clamps holding his cock she hit the head of his cock with the crop. He screamed and momentarily let his ass drop only to quickly force it back up to relieve the strain on his balls.

Connie repeated the routine time after time until Mike was no longer able to hold himself away from the table. His balls were stretched beyond belief and he was moaning constantly. She released the rope and began to unfasten the clamps and straps on his cock. To my surprise he began to moan again, perhaps it was the blood rushing in but I wasn’t sure of that; the blood was getting through to create the erection, right?

She tied a different rope to the ball rings and ran it to the foot of the table, through a pulley and tied some weights to it. From the size of them I think it was about fifty pounds. Mike’s moans became loaded as Connie kissed the head of his cock and then took most of it in her mouth. I could see her biting it, not enough to draw blood but certainly enough to make him think it was cut in two.

When she withdrew he was at full erection. She used the crop to slap that cock back and forth at least twenty times before the erection was lost. She repeated the treatment at least ten times before stopping. She turned her attention to his balls. Pop, pop, pop, as fast as possible for a good two minutes. Mike was screaming and pulling on his wrist cuffs to no avail. She sucked his cock back to attention to once more beat it into submission.

We had been neglecting the girls again but this time they were not complaining. They had seen some of the action and felt it was a little too heavy. Klaus and I turned the treadmills back on and they began to moan. We began to play with the switch, turn it on for one step, turn it off for a few seconds then back on. We were able to keep them very near the peak for almost half an hour. With a nod of the head we both turned the machines up to a jogging speed.  Three fast steps and they were both hanging limp in the harnesses.

Connie was still tormenting Mike with the crop but changed tactics as we returned to watch. She again clamped his cock to the plate but with only on clamp near the base, she then picked up a rod about six inches long. It was small, about a quarter of an inch in diameter at one end and at least twice that size at the other. She inserted it in his pee hole and worked it in as far as it would go which was about halfway. She attached the big end to the aluminum plate after compressing his cock as much as possible. As soon as it was secured she began licking the head; he was soon moaning. I didn’t get it right away and asked Connie what was the big deal about that.

"The urethra is only about a quarter of an inch, with this rod the further in it goes the bigger it gets. He is past the limit it will take without severe pain. Over time it will stretch further but right now it is torture for him but he knows that I am going to stretch it until I can stick my finger it in up to the second knuckle." She bent and continued to arouse him as he screamed. She finally pulled away and began to slap his cock with the crop as he continued to scream. He soon lost the erection and she began to bring it back by kissing the head of his cock. Again she repeated all the steps several times.

Brenda however was over in a corner with Bob and being very quiet. I ambled over that way to see that she had Bob in a standing spread eagle with his feet on a low table. His cock was at eye level to her.  She had removed his cock from the large bar it had been fastened to and had installed a very tight cock ring at the base in an effort to keep it erect. She was busily whipping his balls with a small flogger as he moaned into the large gag in his mouth.

The two dowel rods were still in place but had been relocated to the front of his legs with heavy weights attached. Even with the cock ring the erection was fading. She leaned forward and sucked it back to its full potential then whipped it ten times before returning to his balls.

She removed the cock ring and it shrunk to a couple of inches immediately. She moved behind him and began working the plug out of his ass. He was shaking his head and moaning but she continued to pull until the three inch monster came out. She then removed the dowel rods from his stretched balls. She pulled his balls back between his legs as he continued to shake his head and attempted to scream; the gag reduced it to a whimper. She lubed his balls and began pushing them in his ass; they were stretched just enough to reach. He continued to protest as they both disappeared in his hole. She retrieved the butt plug and with a mighty shove it also entered. Bob was going crazy, moaning, shaking his head and pulling on the restraints but to no avail. Brenda quickly ran a crotch strap over the plug to insure its retention. She returned to the front as he continued his protest of the treatment. She attached an extremely small cock cage to the crotch strap over the hole that permitted the cock to protrude. It squeezed the cock into the size of a golf ball with only the head visible. It then clamped tightly around the shaft just behind the head. Now all that was visible of his genitals was the head of his cock.

She began sucking on that head vigorously as his motions grew more extreme. The cock was trying to respond but had nowhere to go. She began to attack the head with a violet wand. After a couple minutes of this he passed out. She mumbled, "Sissy," and walked away.

I removed Sandy from the harness and led her to a table removing the crotch strap and securing her to the corners face up. I kissed each protruding nipple in turn and began to run a feather duster around them. She moaned and giggled as I continued to her belly button. When she was almost unable to breath I moved to her feet. Soon this was causing uncontrollable squirming as I smacked her pussy with a flogger. She arched up as far as possible and experienced a massive orgasm. I massaged her breasts as she slowly came back down.

Klaus had secured Kathy to a whipping bench and was using a strap to bring some color to her ass as he would strike each ass cheek in turn and then hit her butt plug. He continued this pattern unto she began a powerful orgasm. He then aimed all of the strokes at the plug and her orgasm continued to grow until she went limp.

Since Brenda was taking a break I borrowed the wand and worked it up and down Sandy’s thighs for a few minutes. Her reactions were very rewarding as she moaned and squirmed beautifully. As another orgasm approached I touched her clit with it; she screamed as another orgasm overcame her. I managed to keep it alive for several minute as I intermittently stimulated her clit. She was in total overload and went into subspace.

I removed her restraints and slid her toward the end of the table so that I could tickle her clit with my tongue. She continued to have multiple orgasms for almost half an hour before I let her rest.

Klaus had now removed Kathy’s butt plug and had his whole hand in her ass as she has one orgasm right after another also. As she went limp again he moved to the table and chairs and sat down. Connie was already there as was Brenda. I joined them as we all waited for the subs to revive.

My cock was standing straight up with the ring shining nicely in the dim light. Connie couldn’t take her eyes off of it. Poor Mike was in for a few punctures was my guess. She reached toward it and said, "May I?" very prettily. Being a real gentleman I agreed to permit it. See, I can be nice at times.

She gently touched the ring with one finger pushing it from side to side. "I love it," was all she said as she leaned over and kissed the head as she made eye contact. I just had to put my evil grin in place. She let her lips slid over the head and let the ring touch her teeth.

As she withdrew she stated, "I love it," again. "I have to try it, please?"

I could never refuse such a heartfelt plea. I slid my ass to the edge of the seat as she stood and straddled my cock. She slowly lowered herself until contact was made. She was trembling as she continued her penetration. Slowly she slid all the way over my cock. As maximum penetration was achieved she shivered and moaned holding onto my shoulders for support. She began to move up and down slowly and as she lowered herself for the third time she suddenly dropped her full weight on me as she screamed from her orgasm. She collapsed against my chest, as I slowly was able to get my cock to move just a little by contracting my muscles. She screamed again so I stopped that, I didn’t want to come so soon.