Message-ID: <14725eli$9808281520@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: thndrshark@aol.com (Thndrshark) Subject: The Training (1/3) by TS (Mf, sm,bd,tor,pony,etc.) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998082405203700.BAA03240@ladder01.news.aol.com> Warning: This is a story intended for an adult audience. If you are offended by sexual situations, or non-consensual sex, do not continue. If you are under 21 years of age, do not continue. The Training, Part 1 by Thndrshark It took Lauren a few minutes to wake up. The room she was in was dark, save for a slice of light that crept under the dark shape of a door. As she sat up, she could hear the jingle of something and a tug at her neck. She tried to reach up to find out what the resistance was, but found she could not move her arms. Like a cut that only hurts when you notice it, she could now feel the dull ache in her shoulders. The straps that encircled her wrists and her upper arms forced her elbows to touch and immobilized her arms behind her. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she could see that she was naked, a heavy chain leading from a strong ring set in the stone floor to her neck. Lauren didn’t have to touch to know that a steel collar encircled her throat, the chain dragging heavily on it. Lauren quickly thought back to her last memories. She had been picked up at a bar by a handsome stranger. She was lonely, being new to the town and with no job yet, and she needed the company. She had always had trouble finding men to date. Not due to her looks. She was only 22 and her five foot nine frame and 125 pounds seemed to be a package that men liked. Topped off with large breasts and a thin waist, Lauren was most men’s dream. Unfortunately, she was shy and her fear of a let down usually overrode everything else. But Mike was nice, friendly though a bit on the edge, something that Lauren liked about him. A late night out then a drink at his place. She remembered feeling strange as she sipped the wine he had given her. He had started asking some odd questions that she answered without realizing what she was saying. Then she passed out and woke up here. As she craned around to see the room, nothing that she saw gave her comfort. Though the room was small, she could see it had occupied others like her in the past. Remnants of women’s underwear lay in tattered heaps around the room. Other chains dangled from the walls, steel cuffs open at the end. Sliding her body up fully, she could now see the ankle cuffs that were locked onto her, a short piece of chain connecting them. If the ankle cuffs were anything like the collar, she knew she wouldn’t escape easily. It was only then that the gag in her mouth became evident. A large leather ball was forced between her jaws, a strap holding it in place. She felt helpless and alone, terrified of what might come next. After what seemed like hours, the door creaked open, blinding Lauren with the light from the hall. A dark shape with Mike’s voice spoke. "I’m glad to see you awake, Lauren." He stepped into the room, unlocked her chain from the floor and gave a cruel yank, "It’s time for your training to begin." Lauren tried to struggle but she was weak and Mike gave no ground as he pulled her behind him. "Before we start, I thought you might like a tour. You see, Lauren, you are in a very unique place. We use these facilities to train young women for a life of bondage, torture and sex." Lauren’s heart stopped at those words, freezing in fear, in disbelief. But Mike continued to walk and Lauren was forced to stumble along behind. "You see, we find young girls like you, with no background or connections, and we teach them to pleasure men and women, then we sell you. The last girls we sold went to a wealthy land owner in South America. I believe he needed some pack horses!" Mike laughed at Lauren’s reaction then yanked at her chain leash and continued on. The first room they pushed into was a high ceiling, stone room with a skylight in the middle. As Mike grasped Lauren and pushed her into the room, she could see the object of the room’s attention. A young girl was stretched in the air. Her arms and legs spread wide by chains, her toes unable to reach the floor. The cranks that pulled her wide were still turning, though her body seemed to be at its limit. She began screaming as the slack was completely removed from the chains, her body stretched. Lauren tried to turn away, but Mike grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her forcefully to the floor, forcing her to kneel at his feet. Grasping her chin, he forced her to watch the torture. Two men positioned themselves in front and behind the woman and began to whip her with long, viscous bull whips. Instantly, the girl found additional slack in her chains as she tried to avoid the lashes. "This woman was unruly to her master. After today she will do anything to please." Though she struggled, the men were accurate and soon her body was covered with bloody welts. "It’s unfortunate we had to mark her body this way. Those scars will take awhile to heal." Though she seemed unconscious, the men continued as Mike pulled Lauren out of the room by her hair. "This next room is where we teach the younger girls about sex." Lauren gasped again as she saw a row of 10 girls, maybe 18 years old, stretched on their backs on small table like contraptions. Straps held their bodies and arms on the tables while their heads and asses hung off. Straps circled their foreheads and lashed their heads back, providing their mouths as targets. Their legs where shackled and stretched wide to provide the best access to their ass and pussies. All had machines attached to them, large dildos penetrated their pussies, asses and mouths while motors pumped the dildoes in and out. Caretakers watched to make sure that lubrication was provided, or to replace a smaller dildo with a larger size. Every once in a while a caretaker would replace a machine, pumping, for example, a young girl’s mouth until they came, only to have the machine replaced. The next few rooms both shocked and revolted Lauren. Images of young girls being pierced, whipped, branded and bound filled her mind. Finally, Mike brought her to a small viewing room, looking into a mirrored wall. After she was seated and chained in place, Mike dimmed the lights and the mirror became a window into another room. The room was medium in size but with high ceilings. The walls were covered with all manner of bondage and torture equipment. From whips to needles, the tools only heightened the tension in the room. Again a skylight in the center of the ceiling highlighted a young girl. She had long blond hair, tied into a ponytail, and a soft complexion marred only by the stain of tears. She was on her knees, a short chain reaching from her steel collar to a ring in front of her. Another length of chain stretched from the distant ceiling and connected to her nose ring. The chain was pulled taught, forcing the girl into a semi-kneeling, semi-upright position. Her arms had been bound severely behind her back. Her wrists were locked directly to the back of the collar while a metal band of steel was winched tight over her elbows, forcing them together. She was naked, except for the viscous rings that decorated her nipples and clit. She had been trained to keep her legs apart, regardless of the tension this created on her nose ring, and Lauren could see her pussy was shaven clean. Her feet were covered with stringent ballet boots, laced and locked onto her calves. Rather than the typical snub nose, these shoes forced her toes into a sharp point, equal to the heel. Lauren could only imagine the pain walking in these shoes could cause. As if reading her mind, Mike leaned in close, "This is the first time she has been able to sit since wearing those shoes. I think after two months in them she’s probably use to them." Mike chuckled, "I think we’ll fit you with them next." Tears began rolling down Lauren’s cheeks as she thought of her fate. Her thoughts were disturbed by a door in the room opening. The young girl tried to crane her head to see who entered, but her septum would not flex. Lauren could see the two people as they walked around their victim. The man was dressed in a leather harness with his huge penis sticking out. The woman, a tall, beautiful redhead wore six inch heels and a leather bikini, and trailed a long cat-o-nine tails whip behind her. The man stepped to the young girl and pressed his penis against her lips. As she tried to take him in, the woman stepped to the winch that controlled the chain to her nose ring. The girl could hear the winch turn as the chain was pulled into the air, yanking cruelly on her nose ring. The result was to pull open the girl’s mouth even more. The man waited until her mouth was wide enough then let lose a stream of urine. The girl gasped but knew the punishment she was faced with, and quickly swallowed every drop. Once the man was through, the woman hit the quick release on the winch and dropped the girl to the ground. After a quick reset, the girl was forced to her feet, teetering on the torturous shoes, while the ceiling chain was connected to the steel band around her elbows. A wide spreader bar held the girl’s legs far apart while her ankles were connected to the floor by short pieces of chain. As the winch started pulling, the girl was forced to bend over. Once again a chain was connected to her collar, pulling her torso into a horizontal position with the floor. The winch continued, however, and soon the girl was screaming in pain as her arms were pulled away from her body. Just stopping short of dislocating her shoulders, the woman admired the girl’s arms as they nearly pointed at the ceiling. Even from the viewing room, Lauren could see that every muscle in the girl’s body was taught and in pain. Mike leaned in, "This is our pleasure chamber, in case you’re wondering. Even you will end up here soon." Lauren continued to watch as the girl was whipped mercilessly, then fucked in all her holes. As the man was coming in her mouth, the woman took thin wire and wrapped the girl’s breasts until they were purple. She hung weights from the nipple rings then produced a set of long, skewer-like, needles. The girl lost consciousness as the last of six needles penetrated her breasts. The man and woman collected their clothing and left the room as the young girl dangled from her tortured arms. After a few minutes, two men entered and changed the girl’s position once again. Her arms were lowered and the ceiling chain disconnected, then reconnected to her nose ring. The winch reversed its direction and hauled the girl upright. She tried to stand quickly to alleviate the pain to her nose, but the winch was fast and she had difficulty maintaining balance on her ballet shoes. Once her body was taught again, the men removed the needles and wire from her breasts, slapping and rubbing them as they regained shape. One man slipped a thick nozzle into her ass and connected it to a large pump. The forced enema filled the girl quickly and the hose was replaced with a large, black butt plug. A hose washed down her body and her mouth was examined for any damage. There was some discussion if the girl had eaten. Once notes were checked, it was noted that she had both drank urine and cum during the last session. There was some argument if this was enough but this was quickly remedied. The butt plug was removed and the girl’s enema poured into a waiting bucket. Pouring the fluid into another canister, a hose was fixed to one end, then hoisted over the girl’s head. The other end of the hose was fed into her mouth and the spigot turned. The girl was shocked as her own enema fluids poured into her mouth, but she was well trained and swallowed it quickly. Once finished, the men lowered her to the floor, removed the spreader bar, connected the floor chain to her collar and re-attached the ceiling chain to the girl’s nose ring. Cranking the winch, they returned her to her original position. As the men left, Lauren focused on the girl’s face. New tears rolled down her face as she awaited her next customer. "You see, Lauren. She’s been in this room for four months. That’s all she does." Mike grabbed Lauren’s chin, "The only rule is no damage that won’t heal in less than three months. Those new holes in her breasts will be gone in a week. Trust me." Lauren began to struggle, tears rolling down her cheeks as she watched the window return to a mirror. Mike laughed and unchained her from the chair, yanking her to her feet and out the door. End of part one. Any comments or coorespondence is welcome at Thndrshark@aol.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----