Author's Note:

 

This book began as a sequel to SUMMER SCHOOL, but the new reader can easily slip into this plot without worrying about knowing who did what to whom before. Since there were some loose ends at the end of the previous book, it seemed useful to provide a continuation. However, to get the whole story, reading SUMMER SCHOOL first might be helpful.

Preface

 

Being denied the affections of a loved one can bring about the strongest human emotions. The young woman in this story saw nothing wrong with taking and using all of the material things that her wealthy boyfriend offered, but constantly resisted any intimacy, which, of course, he sought. I heard parts of this story several years ago from German law enforcement associates and then, quite accidentally, got the rest of the story while dining with an old friend in a Prague restaurant not long ago.

Lucy von Holt is a fictitious character, but the story is not far from what actually happened. Anyone who doubts that these things do take place is either very naive or blissfully ignorant of how things work in today's BDSM world.

 

Jurgen von Stuka

Prague, Czech Republic, July 2011

Chapter One

Searches

 

Excerpt translation from Frankfurter Allegemeine, a major German daily newspaper:

 

VON HOLT DAUGHTER

SEARCH ABANDONED

 

Frankfurt, 3July -- Authorities indicated today that they have called off the extended search for missing socialite / heiress, Lucy von Holt, who disappeared last month while traveling from Munich to Amsterdam.

Frankfurt police say that the young celebrity heiress and part time fashion model vanished without any clues when she was supposed to have boarded a train in Rosenheim and changed trains in Munich.

"All efforts to locate the missing girl have been exhausted," said Bavarian state police Director, Helmut Kimmell at a short press meeting yesterday in Munich.

"We have no leads and no information about her at this time," Kimmell said. "The case will remain open, but until we have something concrete to go on, we have called off the search."

Attorney Markus v.j. Lubach, representing the girl's father, Ernst von Holt, told the press today that although there were some indications of foul play, law enforcement officials throughout Europe have found no evidence that a crime was committed, since the woman was twenty years old and no longer considered a minor. The von Holt family has continued to refuse interviews or make any public comments about the case.

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Lucy von Holt's parents, when they finally discovered that their number one daughter had somehow managed to disappear and thus avoid their control of her somewhat less than perfect young life, launched a major search and recovery operation throughout Europe, sparing no expense. In the end, after several months, their efforts resulted in next to nothing. Their erstwhile and footloose daughter had simply disappeared when she boarded the regional train from Rosenheim, Germany to Munich. Although they did not rule out foul play, they could not have possibly imagined that Lucy had been aggressively and forcibly abducted from the train under orders from her frustrated and sexually deprived Dutch boyfriend.

They could also not have begun to imagine that Lucy was transported from The Continent to the United States, first to a distribution facility in New York state and then to the prestigious Vermont Riding School. There she expanded her already significant knowledge of the Kink World and became the subject of somewhat unpleasant and esoteric instruction and training in the equestrian arts, with the typically measurable discomfort and emotional distress at being forced to learn new things. Systematically tormented and abused as a part of her curriculum, she was subjected to a wide variety of S&M activities and used for the pleasure of the men and women on the faculty. For a girl who some thought had effectively defended her virginity until she was nearly twenty, this sudden reversal of her sexual fortunes was both mentally and physically challenging.

What no one knew was that much earlier in her life, before the young Dutchman entered the picture, Lucy, thanks to her sister, gained considerable insight into this same world. Her grieving parents never imagined the trials she experienced at the Vermont Riding School and they certainly didn't even consider that after that long and painful education in things equine, she would be once again transported across the Atlantic to attend a special finishing school for young women of the pony persuasion. The trip was made under some duress, as she traveled in something less than first class fashion, consigned to a trans-Atlantic airfreight company that specialized in transporting valuable four legged animals. Her traveling companions were zoo animals, high-end personal pets of royalty and a family of orangutans. Strapped and hooded inside the freight crate, Lucy silently wondered what would become of her. Off-loaded at a less than modern airfreight terminal in Sofia, Bulgaria, she then got a private ride in a delivery truck to her new home.

Chapter Two

Valania

 

The Valania School for Young Women was nearly the antithesis of the Vermont Riding School where Lucy learned a few things about bondage, sex, submission and the art of being a ponygirl. Where the Vermont Institution was well known for its riding instruction and combined training of horse and rider, Valania totally focused on training and adapting the pony. The school's charter contained nothing that even recognized the rider or riding skills. Therefore, Lucy's transition from riding school to a pony school was more or less the perfect compliment, or so at least that's what some people thought.

The Cloister at Valania had been operating for centuries as a retreat for an obscure, closely sequestered order of sisters devoted not only to modest restraint, chastity and silence, but also to a diet of unusual vegetables and fruits. The sole source of income for the order, known as The Valanian Sisters of Restraint, (VSR), was supposedly from the sale of a potent liquor made from the crops the nuns grew on the adjacent hillside and processed in an ancient distillery inside the triple-walled keep.

Over the centuries, priests, bishops, cardinals and more than one Pope, supposedly concerned about the alcoholic preoccupations of the order, conducted secret reviews of the Valanians after hearing hushed complaints from several influential quarters. The complaints always seemed to turn out to be unsubstantiated and the church's blessed resources devoted to such esoteric matters moved on to other topics.

Not surprisingly, no records ever mention that a significant portion of the church's clergy still seemed to frequent the cloister, partaking of the sacred liquor and of other more earthly distractions. Oddly enough, no one complained about the non-sectarian sporting events held inside the cloister's ancient fortress and vast, walled compounds. It was said, (only in hushed whispers), in the nearest village that naked women had been seen pulling carts and running foot races while the members of the order and visitors looked on; in silence, of course.

It was also rumored that dreadful punishments were frequently meted out to the nuns and their subjects. The details were for some reason always sketchy, but more than once, a village maiden suddenly disappeared from the fields or from her home and later was found to have been "acquired" by the order in the cloister. The usual answer as to why these unsuspecting young women suddenly and at times unwillingly found themselves locked away in cells and cages in the old castle was that they were suspected of harboring unhealthy thoughts. The beauty of this system was that even if the young women harbored no unclean thoughts before they were taken, their experiences in the cloistered enclave soon changed that. They quickly gained firsthand knowledge and experience in all manner of human perversions. They also learned that to gain acceptance into the holy order, they had to learn and accept concepts that were initially foreign to them. The nuns were helpful in this regard and usually convinced even the most reluctant women that if they suffered enough, they would find not only salvation, but also acceptance among their peers and their betters. What was needed was education and training and the nuns excelled at both.

While hanging nearly nude in heavy chains, suspended by their thin wrists, usually with leather and iron devices locked to their heads and sex, the novice women absorbed a broad range of knowledge about things which most of them had never even dreamed about. Those who were overweight soon discovered that the diets they suddenly experienced drastically reduced their perhaps too well rounded figure to a far more attractive and seductive level. Those who were too thin were slowly rounded out to present a more appealing figure as well. The cloister's vegetarian diet and hard work, coupled with daily and nightly sessions in the dark and frightening "Question Rooms" of the ancient fortress were the church's solution to such heresy. There was nothing really new or unusual about any of this. For centuries, the church encouraged and supported what some might consider to be radical practices as it solidified the faith and understanding of its millions of followers. The Inquisition and similar fact-finding procedures carried out at local levels were nothing more than bumps in the highway for true believers and similar undertakings were still condoned and accepted.

Few citizens or officials challenged this divine work. Those who did so often met with unfortunate changes in their lives. Some simply disappeared. Others, if they were young and attractive females, were absorbed either into the order or, after a short visit and intensive "cleansing" interrogations and interviews with the Mother Superior, returned home somewhat dazed, assuring everyone that all was well and that God was watching over the order and its deeds. History indicated that some who disappeared were later discovered in distant cities as missionaries or prostitutes or wandering, deranged creatures bearing terrible scars on their bodies and a total loss of all mental faculties. Given this reputation, the order was usually left to its holy work and few outsiders interfered.

Mother Superior Bolia Sadisi, the VSR's top official and head of the convent, worked feverishly, year after year, to keep the school up to what she believed to be the highest standards of female education; seeking young women, who were often from troubled homes, to join the student body and eventually merge into the order. The church considered Mother Bolia a bit of an eccentric, but no one challenged her dedication and skill at reforming the bodies and minds of the students. Her methods were somewhat dated, at times cruel, crude and anachronistic, but given the overall direction of the order and its refusal to adopt modern technology in any of its activities, church authorities tended to look the other way.

Nevertheless, at times the local villagers, who swore they heard horrible screams emanating from behind the high walls, picked up pitchforks, brooms and shovels and marched by torchlight to the main gate, demanding to see the Mother Superior. Although this sort of event might have seemed to strangers as a stereotypical scene from some old horror film, it was real enough to the villagers who lived under shadow of the cloister. They wanted answers and Bolia was the one in charge. Given her talents and former occupation, she was always successful in placating them. Complainants who became too vocal were either paid off or suddenly vanished, leaving notes indicating their spontaneous desire for immediate missionary work in some distant, primitive country. One local politician, asked about the reputedly horrid goings-on at the cloister, replied in typically Bulgarian fashion that he didn't see any reason for concern and that the nunnery was essential to the economy and one of the historic treasures of the region.

"It's like the distillery your grandfather runs up in the mountains," he said to the local tavern owner whose attractive daughter had quietly vanished one night, leaving behind a scribbled note that said that she was answering God's call. "All that goes on there may not be legal, but who in their right mind would put a group of dedicated nuns out of business?"

When Lucy von Holt arrived at the cloister, she was escorted to a small room where she was told to sign several documents, none of which she would understand or read, but which, the sisters assured her, were essential to her forthcoming extended education. Bewildered, Lucy signed page after page, noting words and phrases that implied, and in some cases, clearly indicated that she agreed to the training and supervision that was to come and that she made no claims of virginity, purity or acceptance of any other gods. Then, the sisters provided her with a cold shower in one of the stone washing cubicles and put her into the uniform of the students, who the nuns usually referred to as inmates. Once she was fitted with the once again all too familiar collar, bridle, bit/gag and full body harness, they silently placed Lucy in a holding stall in one of the underground dormitories situated below the old fortress that was the order's sequestered home. The harness was a cleverly designed combination physical and psychological controller. It was carefully fitted to the figure of the wearer and seldom removed. The waist belt, which was really a short and heavily boned leather corset, was the basic anchor for the rest of the harness. Two additional, thinner belts encircled the torso above and below the breasts and connected to shoulder straps linked to the collar. Two thick leather bands fit at the top of each thigh. This was the core of the system to which additional elements were added or removed for specific functions. The most used and common accessory was the onerous crotch strap that began at the waist just below the navel and passed through the sex, up the anal divide and locked securely to the waist at the base of the spine. All of the straps were adjustable and well padded to permit suspension and other restraints. Lucy's harness wasn't new, but it fit her as if it was custom tailored for her. After nearly twenty-four hours of travel, she collapsed on the stone floor of the stall and slept for nearly a day. No one bothered her, but every hour or so, the patrolling duty sister looked in through the barred window of the stall door. She did this just to make sure that the new inmate was not getting into any mischief or trying to remove the tail plug that was well up her ass or the equally onerous black metal dildoe filling her cunt, both held there by the locked body harness. They strapped Lucy's arms behind her, wrist to elbow and mated to the harness. Her ankles were bound with leather hobbles. Another, larger set of these cuffs held her legs above the knee. Exhausted from the trip, Lucy seemed to disregard these restraints and simply wanted to rest.

Sister Angel Fabrizzi, herself a relatively new member of the cloister, seemed to immediately identify with Lucy. When it was her shift to patrol the ramshackle stables, she spent more time observing and training Lucy than the other duty sisters did. The first night of Lucy's stay, Sister Angel, feeling that the new guest wasn't getting the most from her restrictive, but not especially uncomfortable bondage, unlocked the stall door with her massive set of duty keys and entered the cramped enclosure with its straw-covered floor. Using equipment hanging on the wall, she added a full hog tie to Lucy's bound configuration.

"This will help you learn faster," Sister Angel said as she shortened up on the chains.