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slipped a rope under her arms and tied that to the legs on the other end. Then, to keep her from falling off the sofa, they tied her hands to a long rope that fastened to the sofa’s rear legs. Katy was well trussed up and not going anywhere for awhile, so the couple turned out the lights and went to bed. Katy was the first asleep and the last to awaken the next morning.
    “So much for hardships under bondage,” Ellen said as she worked in the kitchen making breakfast and the more or less freed Katy sat at the table with an old bathrobe of Frank’s wrapped around her. Her hands were tied behind her back and her ankles bound with 550 cord to the back legs of the chair. When it was time to eat, they removed the soggy penis gag that she had been wearing and let her lap up the clear soup and salad set out on plates before her. Katy enjoyed it all.
    “I’m done,” she chirped when the dishes were licked clean. “Can I go to my room now,” she politely asked.
    “As soon as we finish,” Ellen said, slightly peeved. “For a captive masochist, you sure are demanding,” she added.
    “Sorry, Ellen,” she said. “It’s just that you made the room sound so interesting that I want to see it and get hung up…or whatever Frank and you have planned for me. And by the way, where are we, exactly?”
    “Okay,” sighed Frank. “Come on. I’ll take you down and give you the short verbal tour on the way. I’ve got some other chores down there was well and they are not as much fun as tying you.”
    He untied Katy’s feet, locked a pair of leg shackles on instead and popped the fat rubber prick back into her waiting mouth. He tightened the band around her head more than necessary, pulling back the sides of her mouth and stretching her cheeks back towards her ears.
    “You get a blindfold too because there’s no reason why you should see the arrangement.”
    “Augh, geeee,” muttered Kay through the gag. Frank fitted a quick mask style blindfold with fleece lining over Katy’s eyes, took her by the arm and escorted her to the hydraulic elevator. They went down quickly and Frank guided the girl out the door and down the carpeted hallway, past several steel doors, each painted a different bright color.
    “Stop here,” Frank said. “Like the décor? Oh, sorry, you can’t see the handmade, welded steel doors that I got from an old prison in Kentucky. They are quite impressive. They slam shut with a sort of finality that makes you wonder if you will ever see the light of day again...if you know what I mean.”
    “Ummm,” said Katy through the gag.
    “Anyway, we’re under the main house, but also inside the mountain. This hallway extends about four hundred feet into Wakeneta Mountain. It’s actually on the map and is technically on the boundary of the National Forest, but I own the land and 17,000 acres around it. We built on to the original facility here where my parents tried for several decades to get a decent winery started, but the climate and terrain worked against them and they eventually gave it up. This was to be a wine aging cave, so the construction was done a long time ago and there are probably no records anywhere showing this tunnel and the additions we have made. On this floor, there are several guest rooms. Every private or double room has these great doors and is color coded, which is what you will be known as while you are here. We kind of switch the names around. Sometimes you are the color and sometimes you have your real name. Sort of depends on what situation you’re in. So, you are blue. This is the Blue Room. Wait a minute while I unlock the door.”
    “Ummm,” said Katy, standing perfectly still and sniffing the air like a dog or rabbit might on arrival at a new place.
    “Curious about your neighbors?” Frank asked.
    “Humm,” answered Katy, nodding as well.
    “Well, let’s see. Red is next door and bundled up in a very tight metal cage with pricks up her ass and cunt for the next few