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  When she went limp, Richard realised that she had passed out. He checked her over anyway. She seemed all right. He unclipped the bag and took it into the bathroom, where he emptied it into the toilet. Back in the front room, he reattached the bag to Ingrid’s catheter and paused to examine the arrangement. He had never seen a woman with a catheter.

  He spread her labia and saw the tube disappearing inside her, but he soon lost sight of it as it passed up the urethra. He tugged on it, feeling resistance. He let go of it. So long as Ingrid was locked into her restraints, it was best to leave the tube in place.

  In any case, Margaret would know all about it. That idea excited him too. How would a catheter feel? Margaret would no doubt enlighten Pamela if she only asked. There would no doubt be a practical demonstration as well. Pamela knew she was going to ask.

  In the meantime there was Ingrid. He sat beside her, studying the contrast between her smooth skin and the unyielding irons that held her prisoner. This was what bondage was all about. And why he liked it so much.

  Ingrid opened her eyes and looked contentedly at him. That’s what sex is all about, he thought – making a woman look at you like that. Helena did it too. Could Margaret be taught the trick? Would she want to learn?

  ‘I feel like a stranded turtle, Richard. I must look like one too. But a satisfied stranded turtle. It was wonderful, what you did to me. I thought I would go crazy from frustration. You know, before we met I could go for weeks without thinking about sex. Now I think about it – and you – all the time. Not bad for an older woman, is it?’

  ‘All right, I know when I’m being provoked. I promise to spank you as soon as I can get you out of these irons.’ He spoke lightly, but he was glad to know how Ingrid felt. Knowing that he was loved and appreciated by Helena and her foster-mother made him proud and happy. He bent to kiss Ingrid. She opened her mouth to him again as she had opened her body.

  They sat quietly for a time, Richard leaning back against the front of the sofa, Ingrid in her stranded-turtle position on the floor. It was Ingrid who spoke first.

  ‘You know, I was right about Margaret. She is definitely after you. And she is quite jealous of anyone who seems like a rival.’

  ‘Do you mean yourself?’

  ‘Yes. She knew about my visit to you and Helena. And she knew – or guessed – that we did not spend a great deal of time going around the village or the local attractions. She thinks that we spent most of the time in bed – or at least in some form of sexual play. Which is what we did.’ Ingrid smiled fondly in recollection.

  Richard smiled too. ‘When did Margaret do all this?’ he asked, gesturing at her irons.

  ‘Early this morning,’ Ingrid said. ‘I have been here all day.’

  ‘Until I came, and then you came.’

  ‘And then I came. Thank you again.’

  ‘Ingrid … do you think you could come again?’

  ‘Yes, if you will help me. Gladly.’ Her nipples were growing erect at the prospect.

  ‘I meant … the two of us,’ he said. ‘I want to come inside you.’ His voice was tense with excitement.

  ‘I cannot stop you,’ Ingrid said with a smile. ‘As you see, I am helpless. But, of course, I want you to enter me. There is only the small matter of the plug … and the catheter.’

  ‘I can get the plug out. I’m afraid the catheter will have to stay, but I’ll be careful not to hurt you.’ Richard grasped the base of Ingrid’s dildo and pulled the long, thick plug from her cunt. He laid it on the floor beside her supine body.

  ‘I cannot open my legs any further,’ Ingrid said apologetically. ‘The irons …’ With a small motion of her head, she indicated the rigid bar between her ankles.’

  Richard stood to remove his clothes. His cock sprang free of his shorts, and Ingrid gasped in anticipation.

  ‘I do that to you?’ she asked wonderingly.

  ‘Of course you do. You know that. As Margaret says, it’s the sincerest compliment a man can pay a woman. She always says that just before she refuses to accept it in the place where a woman is meant to.’

  He lay down on top of her pinioned body, guiding himself into her with one hand and supporting his upper body with the other. Ingrid, unable to move, nevertheless managed to welcome the penetration with a small squeeze of her vaginal muscles. When he was fully inside her, she sighed happily. The catheter was an unfamiliar pressure on his cock. He clamped down hard to keep himself from coming too soon.

  Ingrid sensed his excitement. ‘Dear Richard, come now if you want to.’

  ‘Not yet,’ he said through gritted teeth. ‘I want you to come too.’ He lay still on top of her as her vaginal muscles clamped his cock. He could feel her growing warmer and wetter as he lay on her. When she moaned he felt the first rippling spasm of her cunt as she had a small climax.

  ‘Oh!’ she sighed. ‘That feels so good.’

  Richard risked a small withdrawal and return, testing his control and her arousal. He was excited by Ingrid’s restraints. Making love to a beautiful woman who could not move was one of his favourite fantasies.

  Ingrid clenched her fists in the shackles as she came again. He felt the spasms as her body tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed. As Ingrid fought the unyielding restraints, he fought the desire to lose himself in a wild climax of his own. Her body was totally motionless below him, but her internal muscles, unrestrained, responded to his movements.

  Ingrid moaned again with her climax. She was panting and her cheeks were flushed – like Margaret’s when she was aroused, or angry. ‘Oh, Richard! Oh, yes!’ she moaned.

  He knew that if she were not locked into the rigid steel frame that her body would be moving against his own. As he imagined all that energy being restrained he lost control. Her helplessness and immobility were too much for him. He came in sharp spasms, spending himself in her while her muscles clamped his cock, milking him as she groaned with her own climax.

  He lay on top of her only briefly, even though he would have liked to remain longer. It must be terribly uncomfortable to be locked into those unyielding restraints. Lying beside her on the carpet, he listened as her breathing slowed. He reached to clasp one of her manacled hands, feeling her fingers close over his own and squeeze hard.

  ‘I would like to lie in your arms, if I could,’ Ingrid said.

  ‘Take the wish for the deed. We’ll do it soon enough. In the meantime, what shall we talk about?’ They exchanged news of everything that had happened since her visit, the banal conversation seeming bizarre in the circumstances.

  It was Ingrid who got them back to the main subject. ‘Richard, I am getting excited again,’ she admitted. ‘I have never worn such severe restraints as these. Do you think you could manage another … fuck?’

  He nodded. ‘Even if it kills me but, this time, you get on top.’

  ‘Oh, Richard, do not laugh at me. You know I cannot move.’

  ‘You can if I do the work.’ He bent over her rigidly confined body, raising her with his hands beneath her shoulders until she was nearly vertical. Then he rotated her and laid her down on the floor on her stomach. ‘Stranded turtle, back view,’ he commented.

  ‘Would you like to enter the stranded turtle by the back passage?’ Ingrid asked.

  ‘I know lady turtles prefer it that way, but they don’t usually wear chastity belts like yours. I’m afraid we’ll have to use the front entrance again. Try not to be bored, will you?’ He chuckled.

  Richard kneeled beside Ingrid to kiss the back of her neck. She tried to turn her face, her mouth, to him, but she could not. He kissed her hair and the lobe of her ear, inhaling her fragrance as he moved over her. His lips moved over her shoulders and down her back. He kissed the backs of her thighs and the hollows behind her knees, moving down to brush her ankle bones and the soles of her feet with kisses. She sighed with happiness.

  He lay beside her and reached across to pull Ingrid and her crucifix on top of his body. She could not assist in any way, so the
operation took time. Eventually she lay on top of him in her iron frame. He guided his cock into her, and found her ready.

  Ingrid lay looking down at him, her head held rigidly back against the steel bar by the collar around her neck, her hands raised to her shoulders as if in surrender, held by the steel bands around her wrists.

  Once again he felt the unaccustomed pressure of the catheter against his cock as he moved for both of them. It was more difficult this time with her weight and that of her restraints bearing down, but the look on Ingrid’s face was reward enough as he rocked his hips, moving his cock inside her in slow slidings and pressures. He raised his head and their lips met in a long kiss, Ingrid breathing out into his mouth in contented sighs as he moved within the tight sheath of her cunt.

  Her breasts were flattened against his chest, and since she could not move or lift her body he had to forgo the pleasure of teasing her nipples. Ingrid did not seem to mind.

  He felt her climax as a tightening of vaginal muscles around his cock. It was a ripple compared with the storms that had shaken her earlier, but her face showed pleasure as it passed through her.

  And so they rocked gently together, giving and taking pleasure in one another’s bodies despite Margaret’s attempt to make it impossible. Richard was still excited by the novelty of the catheter and of making love to a woman who was unable to move any part of her body except those supremely important internal muscles. Ingrid relished her helpless immobility as she was thoroughly fucked.

  She reached several smaller climaxes, gradually building in intensity to the point where her whole body stiffened and she cried out in release. He felt the catheter swell against his cock as Ingrid urinated at the moment of climax. He felt he could relax his own control after that, and so when he came a few moments later Ingrid was able to match him with a more sighing gentle climax.

  This time, with Richard taking her weight, they were able to lie joined for some considerable time. From time to time he raised his head to kiss her lips and eyes and cheeks while he stroked her back and bottom, touching the steel that imprisoned her. When he slid out from under her at last, he admired the back view of the woman he had just pleasured lying imprisoned in her steel frame.

  Finally he turned her over on to her back once more. More to admire that way, he thought as Ingrid smiled up at him. Her face was relaxed and more beautiful after the long pleasure of their multiple couplings. He remembered thinking the same thing about Margaret after she had finally stopped trying to dominate their coupling. He kneeled to kiss Ingrid once more.

  ‘Richard, would you please clamp the catheter and empty the bag once more? And thank you for the fucking. It was wonderful.’

  Pleased that she was pleased, he did as she asked, returned with the empty bag and reattached it to the tube that disappeared inside her.

  ‘OK, now what?’ he asked with a grin. ‘Shall we speak of science and art and the possibility of life on Mars? Make the beast with two backs again?’

  ‘Truthfully, I don’t think I can come again after what you did to me. So let’s talk now. You will have to leave me here, but I would like company for a while.’

  ‘I don’t mind talking to you, but I am not going to leave you here like this.’

  ‘What else can you do?’ she asked.

  ‘Either bring the keys here, or take you to the keys. I’ll have to call Helena to decide which course to take.’

  When he finally reached her at Margaret’s country estate, he described Ingrid’s predicament and told her about the loose stone in the fireplace where Margaret had once hidden her keys. ‘Go look,’ he suggested.

  She returned with the news that the hiding place was empty. Helena thought that her aunt would have taken the keys away with her. ‘What now?’ she asked. ‘We can’t leave her there like that.’

  He suggested that she choose the vehicle with the most luggage space and drive into the back entrance of Ingrid’s shop. There they would load Ingrid aboard and transport her to Margaret’s estate.

  Helena agreed that that was the best solution. She would leave immediately. ‘Expect me in about thirty minutes,’ she said.

  She hung up and Richard went to sit beside Ingrid once more. ‘We are going to transport you to Margaret’s estate, where we can look after you until Margaret gets back with the keys. Helena will be here shortly.’

  ‘But … but,’ spluttered Ingrid, ‘what if someone from the village sees me? It will be all over town in minutes. Please just leave me here.’

  He shook his head. ‘It’s nearly dark outside. By the time Helena gets here there will be no one about. Helena is going to back the car up through the gates at the back and it’s only a short distance from the door to the car. We will load you into the back, and away we’ll drive over hill and dale. You just relax and enjoy the ride.’

  Ingrid still objected, afraid of being seen.

  ‘Shut up. You’re coming with us. Leave everything to Helena and me. We’ll cover your face so no one will recognise you,’ he said, thinking of ostriches in sandy country. He smiled at her.

  Ingrid failed to see the joke. ‘And who will they think is being taken from my shop in irons if not me?’

  ‘Shut up,’ he said again. ‘Let’s talk about something else. Tell me what you would do if we left you here and some intruder did manage to get in and find you.’

  ‘I would lie back,’ Ingrid retorted, ‘and think of… Germany. Or I would pretend it was you.’

  ‘Flattery will only get you another fucking,’ he told her.

  When Helena arrived, they had both run out of things to say and were sitting in companionable silence. They both heard the back door open, and the sound of her feet on the stairs. She came into the room and went straight to her foster-mother.

  ‘Did Richard make you come, Mutti?’

  After a startled silence Ingrid smiled. ‘Yes, he did. Many times.’

  ‘Then you are luckier than me. I have been waiting for him to come back and fuck me for hours and hours,’ she said. ‘And all that time he has been here fucking you.’

  Turning to Richard, she demanded, ‘Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?’

  ‘No,’ he replied.

  ‘Good. I would have been ashamed of you if you had been ashamed of giving Mutti pleasure, shameless woman that she is.’ Practicality returned. ‘How are we going to move her, Richard?’

  Ingrid started to protest again.

  ‘You don’t get a vote in this. And you can’t stop us. So be quiet,’ Richard said again.

  To Helena he said, ‘You take her feet and I’ll take her shoulders. The stairs will be the tricky bit, but if we’re careful we’ll manage.’

  Helena laid the urinal bag on her foster-mother’s stomach and coiled the catheter so that it would not snag on anything. ‘Is it uncomfortable, Mutti?’ she asked.

  ‘Ask Richard,’ Ingrid replied. ‘It makes fucking more exciting on this end.’

  ‘On this end also,’ he said. ‘But let’s get you under way.’

  Helena grasped the spreader bar between Ingrid’s ankles while Richard lifted her by the spreader bar that held her wrists apart. On his signal they lifted the helpless woman in her iron frame and carried her towards the door.

  ‘Was there anyone about when you drove up?’ Richard asked Helena. ‘Ingrid is afraid of being seen by the neighbours. I told her we would cover her face so that she would not be recognised.’

  Helena too failed to see the joke. She replied seriously, ‘We will need to cover her with something when we get her into the car. It has grown cold outside. We may get snow later.’

  Together they carried the immobilised woman down the stairs. The big Land Rover was backed up to the rear door of the shop, its own rear doors propped open to receive their cargo. Ingrid in her iron frame just fitted into the rear space. Helena spread a car rug over her naked body and indicated that Richard should ride in the back.

  ‘I know the way best,’ she said. ‘You sit with Mutti whil
e I drive. And if you choose to keep her happy on the way, I won’t mind very much. You might try feeling her up. We all know how much she likes that. But whatever you do keep her quiet.’

  Ingrid gave a scandalised gasp which Helena ignored as she got into the driving seat.

  They drove through the silent streets of the town and out into the country, Ingrid fearful the whole time of being stopped by the police. ‘How will you explain me?’ she asked.

  Helena told her they would say she was a statue they had stolen from a church.

  ‘Be careful,’ Ingrid warned. ‘I don’t know what we would say if there were an accident.’

  ‘I do,’ Helena replied. ‘We will tell the police that you always travel this way. Your version of seat belts.’ To Richard she went on, ‘Can’t you do something to make her shut up? Try biting her clitoris or something.’

  ‘Helena!’ Ingrid protested.

  ‘Go on, you know you love that. I would bet you’ve never been had while driving through the countryside. Do you think you could do her now, Richard? I’ll drive slowly if you’d like to try.’

  Ingrid made more dissenting noises.

  The car turned into the gates of Margaret’s estate. Now that they were on a private road, Ingrid was less anxious, but still worried about ‘people’ seeing her.

  As they drew up outside the front entrance Helena hopped out and said she was going to fetch some of the slaves to help carry Ingrid.

  Ingrid was not in favour of that either.

  ‘Well, at least Heidi and Bruno,’ she said with a grin as she and Richard lifted Ingrid from the back of the car. ‘And we could use some more light out here.’

  ‘Stop teasing her, Helena,’ Richard finally said. ‘It’s cold out here. Let’s get her inside.’

  Helena used one hand to ring the door bell. Ingrid scolded and protested as they waited to be admitted, but they had to wait.

  The woman who opened the front door to the bizarre trio did not seem surprised. She looked over the burden they bore before stepping aside to admit them. ‘Hello, Frau Wagner,’ Heidi said. ‘Will you be staying with us tonight as well?’