Chapter 1
"Hurry," said Betsy. "We don't want to miss the helicopter."
She jumped quickly off the train. Sandra climbed out after her, and frowned at the dowdy railroad station she found herself in.
"Is it really necessary for you to live so out of the way?" Her voice reflected her ill humor.
"Oh, isolation has its advantages," chuckled Betsy. "Don't worry, we're going to have the most wonderful week."
"Well, I certainly appreciate your inviting me," said Sandra. "Who else will be there?"
"My family's in Europe, except for my brother Val. You'll like him. He's really nice. And handsome, I. must say."
"Well, that will be something, anyway," chuckled Sandra. "And I must say, I don't mind a helicopter ride at all."
"Have you ever been in one before?" asked Betsy.
"Oh, a number of times, back and forth between my father's office and the heliport."
"Well, it will be a beautiful trip over the mountains," said Betsy. "Most people don't realize it, but Montana has some really beautiful scenery."
Sandra followed behind her as she walked around to the back of the rickety old station house. There was a vast stretch of empty land in back. A helicopter was parked some fifteen yards away.
Sandra frowned critically as she studied the helicopter. It was an older type, with a huge transparent globe as the only passenger compartment.
"That doesn't look quite comfortable," she said, "or safe."
"Comfortable, no," said Betsy. "Safe, yes. Come on now, he's due to leave in fifteen minutes."
Sandra looked behind her at a cart loaded with her suitcases.
"What about my luggage?" she asked.
"I'm afraid that will have to come along later," said Betsy. "The helicopter can only hold so much weight. I'll have plenty for you to wear, though."
Sandra shrugged.
"Well, I hope the stay will be better than the trip," she said.
She watched carefully as Betsy climbed into the cab of the helicopter. She pulled herself up, and squeezed her tall frame into one of the small, hard leather seats behind the pilot's seat.
She squirmed and wriggled, but couldn't make herself comfortable.
"Oh, damn it," she said. "If I could only stretch out my legs!"
"It's a fairly short ride," said Betsy. "Just concentrate on the scenery."
Sandra clapped her hands over her ears as the pilot gunned the engine. The helicopter left the ground with a sickening jerk, and proceeded noisily upwards.
"Why does it have to be so loud?" asked Sandra.
"What?" shouted Betsy.
"I SAID, WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE SO LOUD?"
Betsy answered with a shrug and a grin. Sandra squirmed around in her seat, then gazed at the ground below her. She had to admit that the scenery was beautiful. Tall, snow-peaked mountains ringed with clouds stretched out on all sides of the earth below. .
Betsy leaned over and patted Sandra on her shoulder. Sandra jerked her head sharply around. Betsy pointed over the pilot's shoulder to a patch of level ground set between the peaks of the tallest of the mountains.
Sandra turned a questioning look to her, and Betsy nodded yes.
Sandra's stomach fell as the helicopter slowly descended. It hit the ground hard, and Sandra felt her teeth clack together. The awful, roaring noise of the helicopter's rotor blades gradually diminished. Betsy climbed out, keeping her head down and out of the way of the still-spinning rotor blades.
She extended her arm and took Sandra's hand as she stepped out of the cab. Sandra jumped down and stepped quickly away from the helicopter.
"So we're here at last," she said, gazing around at the landscape.
"Come on in and we'll freshen up," said Betsy. "Then I'll show you around."
She followed behind Betsy as the smaller girl walked towards a large, modern, two-story house. Sandra was startled by the sound of the helicopter's engine. She looked behind her to see it taking off again. She watched it become smaller and smaller as it sped off info the clear, blue horizon.
She walked quickly up to Betsy.
"Is that the only way out of here?"
"Afraid so," chuckled Betsy. "Unless you're really good with ropes and climbing gear. But most climbers stay away from these peaks."
"I'll take the helicopter, thank you," replied Sandra.
She smiled as they approached the grounds surrounding the house. A narrow brick road stretched in front of the house and seemed to curve around to the rear.
Sandra followed Betsy as she walked across the stone slabs leading up to the house's front door. Betsy turned the doorknob, and ushered Sandra inside.
"Well, this is nice, after that miserable trip," said Sandra, gazing around at the modern, comfortably furnished living room.
"I'm glad you like the place," smiled Betsy. "Come on upstairs. I'll show you your room, then we can freshen up. Care for a swim?"
"Be glad to," said Sandra. "I'm all sweated up, like a horse or something. Say. You don't keep horses, do you?"
"We sure do," said Betsy emphatically. "A whole stable full. You ride?"
"Yes, I do," smiled Sandra.
Betsy pointed out the large bay window. "We have lots of bare ground, excellent for riding. And you can even go up into the foothills."
"I'm starting to like this trip more and more," said Sandra.
Betsy led her up a carpeted flight of stairs to the second floor of the house. Sandra nodded approvingly.
"I must say, you have excellent taste," she murmured.
"Thank you," said Betsy. "Val, my brother, is around here somewhere. You'll probably meet him when we go for our swim."
"Well, I'm always glad to meet a good-looking man," said Sandra. "Which room is mine?"
"Right here," said Betsy, clutching a polished doorknob.
She pushed open a plain wooden door and ushered Sandra inside. Sandra frowned as she gazed around the room.
"Rather small, isn't it?"
"Well, it's only for yourself," said Betsy. "You'll not be spending much time here."
Sandra walked over and sat down at the edge of the room's small bed. She frowned again.
"The mattress is kind of hard," she said, gently bouncing herself up and down on it.
"Oh, you'll get plenty of exercise," smiled Betsy. "You won't have any trouble sleeping, believe me. Bathroom's downstairs. For the bath, I mean. We have a small facility up here, but its only for-"
"Spare me the details," mumbled Sandra. "Rather odd to have to walk around the house undressed, I must say."
"Well, there's only us, and Val. Oh, and the servants. But they mind their own business, and-"
"Yes. The best way to deal with servants is to make believe they're not there, except when they're serving you," said Sandra.
Betsy walked over to a closet running the length of one wall of the room. Betsy pulled aside one of its sliding doors, and reached in.--
"I think this will fit you," she said, handing Sandra a blue silk robe.
Sandra took the garment from her, rubbing her fingertips along its silken fabric.
"I'm sure this will be fine," she said. "What about my luggage?"
"That depends on the helicopter," said Betsy. "If worst comes to worst, you can wear my things. Your bags will stay at the train station."
Sandra leaped angrily to her feet.
"That's a damnable nuisance, you know," she said.
"Well, I'm sorry," said Betsy, "but there really isn't anything we can do about it."
There was a loud knock on the door. Betsy smiled, and threw the door open.
It was Sandra's turn to smile, as brightly as she could. A tall, dark-complexioned young man walked in, a big, friendly smile spread across his face.
He nodded to Sandra, then turned to Betsy.
"Hello, Bess!" he said, and wrapped his arms tightly around her. Betsy murmured and pressed her lips tightly against his. They locked themselves in a long embrace.
Sandra thought there was something odd about that. But she decided that they were just very close.
Betsy turned to her. "Val, I'd like you to meet my friend, Sandra."
Sandra extended her hand. Val shot out his hand, and she curled her slender fingers around the rough, powerful skin of his hand.
"Well, I'm most pleased to meet you," said Val. His voice was deep, with a resonance that Sandra found quite pleasing.
"Yes, how do you do," she said demurely.
Val stepped back, his gaze roving up and down her lean, willowy form.
"So how do you like our place?" he smiled.
"It's wonderful, really," said Sandra. "But there's just one thing. Can't anything be done about my clothes?"
''I'm afraid not," said Val, sadly shaking his head. "The helicopter won't be back for at least a week, and-"
"At least! I packed my things for this trip, and now I can't have them. Can't you please send one of the servants? Do something!"
Her eyes flashed with anger as she spoke. Val kept smiling.
"I'm afraid that none of our staff knows anything about mountain climbing," he said.
"But isn't there something that can be done?" Sandra felt herself filling up with anger.
"I told you before, probably not," said Betsy softly. "Now it's confirmed. But don't worry. I have things for you to wear. And you will have the most wonderful time."
"Well, I hope so," said Sandra. "Now, how about that bath?"
"Coming right up," said Betsy. "We'll have a really good bath, and-"
"We?"
"Oh, there's plenty of room for two in our tub," laughed Betsy.
"And even more," chuckled Val.
Sandra forced herself to ignore the implications of his comment. She followed Betsy out of the room.
She looked around as they approached the top of the stairs.
"Do you have many servants?" she' asked.
"More than you could ever imagine," said Betsy. "They just sort of keep out of sight. You'll be seeing plenty of them, don't worry about that."
They walked quickly down the stairs and back into the living room. A tall, older-looking man walked silently past them, dressed in a butler's uniform.
Sandra smiled as she watched his square-shouldered form file through the room.
"Well. There's one," she said. "Grim-looking fellow, isn't he?"
Betsy laughed. "Oh, Sims is all right. A bit dour, though, I'll say that."
"And he's been with the family for ages, right?"
"You guessed it."
Betsy stepped quickly across the room and clutched the ornate doorknob of a large, carved door.
"This way to the bathroom," she smiled. She pushed the door open. Sandra went in after her, and found herself at the top of a flight of carpeted stairs.
"In the basement?" asked Sandra.
"Uh, huh. You haven't seen the bath, yet.
But believe me, it couldn't be anywhere else."
Betsy walked down the stairs and through another door. Sandra found herself in a large, tiled room. At one end of the room was an enormous, sunken square bathtub.
"Looks like a swimming pool," chuckled Sandra.
"You can undress over there," said Betsy, pointing to an upholstered bench stretched out beneath a row of hooks.
Sandra walked over and sat herself down on the bench. Betsy sat down beside her, and kicked off her shoes. Sandra did likewise. She started to unbutton her blouse, telling herself not to feel uncomfortable about undressing in front of Betsy.
Betsy turned around and reached up. A small metal panel was embedded in the wall, in which was set a red button. Betsy pushed the button. A few minutes later, a young woman walked into the room.
"She's one of our bath attendants," said Betsy.
Sandra studied the woman carefully. She was obviously Oriental, with a beautiful, olive-skinned face. She was wearing a short white robe, tied tightly around her slender waist. She was carrying a pile of thick bath towels.
"Are you ready now, miss," she smiled at
Betsy.
Betsy stood up without replying. She unbuttoned her blouse, and the woman pulled it off her shoulders. Betsy grinned sheepishly at Sandra.
"Oh, sorry," she said. She glanced at the young woman. "One moment, Mai," she said. She stepped back over to the wall and pressed the red button again.
"One for you, too," she smiled at Sandra.
"I must say, I'm quite impressed," said Sandra. "I expected something a lot more, well, rural. This is all quite chic."
Another young, Oriental woman walked in. She was dressed in the same white robe as the first. She seemed to Sandra to be an exact copy of the woman who was pulling Betsy's blouse off her shoulders.
Sandra leaned over and whispered in Betsy's ear.
"How do you tell them apart?"
Betsy grinned. "Don't know, exactly. You just have to get used to them."
Sandra unbuttoned her blouse. The second woman stepped up to her and removed the garment from her shoulders. Sandra reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, and the woman waved her wrists away with a smile.
"You might as well let the girl do her work," smiled Betsy.
Sandra spread her arms out wide. The girl stepped behind her, and expertly unhooked her bra. She pulled it off of Sandra's torso, and laid it carefully down on the bench.
Betsy stared hard at Sandra's naked breasts. Each cone-shaped mass of creamy flesh was tipped with a long, deep-red nipple.
"I must say, you have the most beautiful breasts," said Betsy.
"Thank you," said Sandra.
Betsy's servant unhooked her bra and laid it down next to Sandra's. Betsy pressed her hands to her bare stomach.
"My breasts are so much smaller," she said, peering down at the twin risings of pink-tipped flesh.
"Well, there's plenty more time for them to grow," said Sandra. There was the tiniest note of condescension in her voice. Betsy's comment made her feel more proud than she usually did about the size of her breasts.
Sandra looked down to see her servant kneeling before her. The girl undid the top of her slacks, and slid them down her thighs.
"Please to sit down, miss," said the girl.
"What's her name," asked Sandra, as she sat down on the bench. She stretched out her legs, and the girl pulled the slacks off her feet.
"Nia," said Betsy. "She's Mai's sister. They're both marvelous, really."
Sandra stood up, clad only in a pair of panties. Nia reached for the waistband but Sandra waved her off.
"That I'll do myself, thank you," she said. She quickly slid the undergarment down her legs.
She looked over at the naked form of Betsy.
She smiled, trying not to hide her distaste at the sight of the unusual amount of body hair covering Betsy's smaller frame. A huge black bush of wiry hairs completely covered her vagina. A narrow strip of hair ran straight up to her navel. Each of her long, thick nipples was ringed with a circle of black hair, identical to the hairs covering her puhis.
"Keeps me warm in winter," smiled Betsy. Her gaze was fixed on the tiny bunch of blond hairs at the top of Sandra's vagina.
The two servant girls stepped away from them and walked over to the tub. They turned on the golden faucets, and stepped back as steaming water cascaded into the tub.
The tub filled in minutes. Betsy cautiously touched a toe to the water, then stepped in.
"Come on," she said, "the water's perfect."
Sandra walked quickly into the pool, the clear water splashing around her ankles. She heard a soft splash behind her, and turned her head to see the two servant girls stepping naked into the tub. They had no body hair of any kind. Small, round breasts rose gracefully from the olive-green skin of their torsos.
"They're going to wash us?" asked Sandra.
"Sure," said Betsy. "Save yourself the work, no?"
Sandra felt uncomfortable as Nia rubbed soapy, wet hands over her body. She forced herself to act casual. Nia ran a soft washcloth under her crotch, then pushed the cloth into the lips of her vagina. Sandra stepped back with a gasp.
"No, not at all," she murmured. It seemed to her that the gesture was deliberate, but she couldn't be sure.
"Do tell her to be more careful, won't you?" she said to Betsy.
Betsy smiled. "Oh, she gets a bit over-anxious at times. Don't let it bother you."
Betsy turned to her girl.
"That will be all, thank you." she turned back to Sandra.
"They'd be at it all day if you let them," she said. They stepped out of the tub, and the girls wrapped thick bath towels around them.
When Sandra stepped back to the bench, she saw two bikini swim suits laid out.
"Time for a swim," said Betsy with a laugh.
Sandra frowned at the skimpy garment. "It's a bit much, isn't it?"
"Nobody here but. us chickens," laughed
Betsy.
Sandra chuckled at the quaint old expression. She stepped into the skimpy bottoms, and Nia tied the top firmly around her back. Mai tied on the top of Betsy's bikini. They took fresh towels, and went back up the stairs to the living room.
"Pool's out in back," said Betsy.
She led Sandra through a sliding glass door and out into the house's back yard.
"Well, I'm impressed again," said Sandra, staring at the large, oval swimming pool.
The pool's walk around was tiled. Several poolside chairs leaned lazily along the surface.
"Hello," called a deep male voice. Val picked himself up out of one of the chairs and waved at them.
Sandra gasped loudly, and swiftly turned her back on him.
"Will you please tell him to put on some clothes?" she asked. "I'm not at all used to this sort of thing."
Betsy nodded at Val and he darted away.
"Coast is clear," she said to Sandra.
Sandra turned around again, an angry look on her face.
"He could have had the decency," she began.
"Well, we almost always skinny dip," said Betsy. "You don't mind if I do, do you?"
"No. Not you. But a man-" She was about to ask why Betsy didn't feel uncomfortable being naked in front of her brother, but decided not" to.
Betsy quickly wriggled out of her swimsuit.
"So. Do we go right in, or do we have a glass of wine and a smoke first?"
"The latter," smiled Sandra. "But I don't smoke. Cigarettes, that is."
"That's not what I was referring to," said Betsy.
She stretched her naked form out on a pool chair. Val came running up to them, dressed in a pair of tight swimming briefs. He was clutching something in his large hand.
"Here's a make up, for flashing at you," he said. He dropped a fat marijuana cigarette on Sandra's bare stomach.
"Well. Thank you," she said, and immediately shoved it into her mouth.
Val handed a cigarette to Betsy, then lit one himself. A white-jacketed young man stepped out onto the walk around, holding a tray laden with glasses of wine.
Sandra studied him carefully as he handed them each a glass. He took no notice whatever of Betsy's nudity. She decided that the servants were quite used to them by now.
The wine was excellent. Sandra excused herself, and walked quickly away from the pool area. Val picked himself up and sat down at the edge of Betsy's chair. "Wow," he grinned.
"Oh, yeah," replied Betsy. "She does need the training. We going to start tomorrow, or what?"
"This is an extreme case," laughed Val. "I say we start this evening."
He saw Sandra approaching the pool area and gestured with his head. Betsy fell silent.
"Why does the bathroom have to be so far away," scowled Sandra as she stepped up to them.
"Good for the legs," chuckled Val. "Say. I hope you don't mind, but I'm awfully uncomfortable in this thing. I really have to take it off."
"Well, go ahead then," said Sandra.
She turned her gaze away from him. He swiftly pulled off the briefs, then dove into the pool.
"Is that really necessary?" she asked harshly.
"Oh, Val likes his comfort," said Betsy. She dove into the pool. Sandra dove in after her.
The swim was followed by a grueling horseback ride around the grounds of the ranch. Sandra was sweating when she handed the bridle of her horse to the stable hand. She pulled the robe she'd thrown on over her swimsuit shut, and followed Val and Betsy back into the house.
Betsy plunked herself down on a modern, low-slung couch and stretched out her bare legs. Val sat down next to her, and draped his arm over her shoulders.
He turned his head to the door.
"Sims," he called out.
The butler silently appeared a moment later. "We'd like some more wine and marijuana," said Val.
Sims vanished out of the room. Sandra leaned back in her easy chair.
"Would you mind having dinner by the pool? We're all in suits, anyway."
"Oh, that will be all right, I guess," said Sandra.
Sims returned, carrying a tray with glasses of wine and a huge hookah. He set the hookah down in the center of the carpeted floor. Val and Betsy slid off the couch and seized a hose. Sandra smiled and joined them.
"That will be all," said Val. Sims nodded and quickly left.
The hashish with which the hookah was loaded was quite powerful. Sandra felt a slight dizziness along with the relaxed, intoxicated state the drug had put her in. She sipped cautiously at her wine.
Betsy leaned back, propping herself up on her forearms. She reached out her arm and curled it tightly around Val's waist.
"Val and I like to play little games," she said. "And we'd like you to play, too."
"Sounds interesting," said Sandra.
They ate a short but excellent meal. Val wiped his lips with a cloth napkin, then pushed himself away from the table and stood up.
"Well. Now to the basement."
Betsy jumped up eagerly and followed after him. Sandra trailed behind, hoping they were going to do something that would make the long mountain night exciting. Val leaned over and whispered in Betsy's ear.
"You're hot for her, aren't you?"
"Yes," she said excitedly.
Sandra stepped up beside them.
"So what are we going to do?"
"Obedience games," said Val. "I tell you to do something, and you do it. If you refuse, I punish you."
"I don't know if I like the sound of that," said Sandra doubtfully.
"Oh, it's so much fun!" chirped Betsy.
Val led them down to the house's huge basement. Sandra shivered at the chill in the stone-walled corridor, and pulled her robe tightly closed.
Val ushered them into a small, bare room. The floor was carpeted like the rest of the house, but the room contained no furniture apart from a wooden chest of drawers leaned against the back wall.
Val closed the door tightly behind them.
"Now watch," he said. "I'm going to give Betsy a command, and she will obey."
He turned to Betsy.
"Take off my robe," he said.
Betsy nodded and stepped behind him. She deftly pulled his robe off his shoulders. Sandra was disturbed to find that he was naked underneath.
"See?" said Val to Sandra. "That's the idea. Now I'll give you a command."
Sandra looked at him puzzled.
"Take off your swimsuit," said Val.
A look of displeasure crossed Sandra's face.
"Come on," said Betsy. "I'll strip, too."
She threw off her robe, and stood naked before Sandra.
"Well, all right," grumbled Sandra. "Of all the silliest-"
She reached behind her back and untied the top of her bikini. She tried not to notice Val's lusting stare as she pulled the top away from her breasts. She quickly jerked off the bikini bottoms.
"All right," she said, standing before Val completely naked. "What's next?"
Val's member became erect. Sandra forced herself to keep her gaze on his face.
"Look at my penis," said Val. She glanced down at his unusually long member.
"Touch it. Wrap your fingers around the shaft," said Val.
Sandra stepped back, a shocked look crossing her face.
"I certainly will not," she said angrily.
"You refuse to obey?" said Betsy.
"Most certainly not. Of all the filthy things!"
"So you must be punished," said Val. Sandra looked at him with disdain.
Betsy darted over to the cabinet and pulled open a bottom drawer. She pulled out a long length of rope, studded with sharp steel barbs. Sandra shrank back.
"What, what are you going to do with that?" she said fearfully.
"This is your punishment," said Val.
"Oh, no you don't!".
She darted across the room. Val sprinted, and caught her around her bare waist. He pinned her arms tightly against her sides.
"Hey! Help! Let go of me," she cried. "The servants will-"
"Oh, don't worry about them," chuckled Betsy. She stepped over to Sandra and pulled her legs wide apart. Val lifted her easily off the ground. She began to tremble with fear.
"Please, please no," she said. "You're crazy, both of you!"
Betsy slid the rope between her thighs. Sandra instinctively jammed her legs closed, then screamed and jerked them open again. One of the metal barbs dug into the tender flesh of her thigh. She gasped in horror as she looked down to see a small stream of dark blood trickling down the creamy white flesh.
Betsy darted around and threw one end of the rope over Sandra's shoulder.
"Why-why are you doing this?" whimpered Sandra, afraid to move lest the barbs bite into her flesh again.
"You didn't obey," said Val.
The rope rested against the smooth skin of Sandra's back. Val gripped a free end and pulled it over Sandra's torso. He dragged the rope over her right breast.
Sandra screamed again as a barb bit into the tender flesh of her breast. A few drops of blood dripped down past her nipple. Val snaked the rope around so that it was just under her left breast. He pulled it tightly around her back again.
Sandra screamed loudly.
"Owwww, oh, God, owwww!" One of the barbs had cut into the sensitive skin of the lips of her vagina.
Val coiled the rope around her waist. He seized the free end dangling down between her legs and pulled on it roughly.
Sandra screamed again.
"Please, please don't hurt me any more!" She fell silent, tears running down her cheeks.
Val clutched the free end of the rope tightly. He carefully pulled the barb out of her breast, and turned it so that its wicked metal surface rested flat against the creamy-white skin.
"Don't want to damage the beauties, now, do we," he murmured.
He curled his arm around her shoulders and pressed her close against him.
"Are you going to obey?" he asked sternly.
"Leave me alone," wailed Sandra. She was terrified. She could "feel the cold steel of the barbs as they lay against her flesh. She knew that the slightest movement would plunge her into agony.
Then Val pulled hard on the rope.