Message-ID: <14726eli$9808281522@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: thndrshark@aol.com (Thndrshark) Subject: The Training (2/3) 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: <1998082405250100.BAA03639@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 2 by Thndrshark Three months had passed since Lauren had met Mike in the bar. At first she struggled against her captors, but soon realized they could cause far greater pain than she could imagine. Lauren’s nipples, nose and clit had been pierced quickly, and she knew how each of those rings could be used to cause her great pain. Mysteriously, her tongue had been pierced in an unusual way, but had yet to be put to use. She estimated that the ranch, as she thought of it, had 50 or so girls at any one time. Auctions were held every two months which kept the business brisk. Though Lauren had given in to her fate for now, she was still spirited, as Mike had put it, which in the end had earned her the role she trained for now. She had trouble feeling her own skin anymore. The latex that covered her entire body seemed almost permanent. She could have sworn that she could never wear this rubber skin for long, but she quickly discovered that this latex was different. Unlike typical rubber, this mixture could breath, meaning she might be wearing this new, glossy skin forever. It took only a week to train her arms to match the position she had seen the young, tortured girl in the room have. She still knew she had arms from the pain she felt in her shoulders daily. But she had not used them for nearly the entire three months. Her hair had been shaven the second week at the ranch, a cool cream spread over her bare scalp would prevent her hair regrowing for some time. First she had been forced to put on long latex leggings that reached to her crotch. The rubber was so tight and firm against her skin. This was followed by latex shoulder length gloves. A rubber hood was stretched tightly over her head, leaving room, only barely, for her eyes and mouth, with small holes matching her nostrils. A bonding agent was used at these holes to bond the latex to her skin as well as extend the latex to the absolute edge. The rubber around her eyes, for instance, had been extended across her eyelids. Only her actual eye and her lashes were left uncovered. Her mouth as well was sealed to the hood, extending to the edge of her lips. The nose holes were turned in and bonded to the inside of her nostrils. Finally a latex bodysuit was stretched over her, until it fit over the remainder of her exposed skin. The only exposed area was her pussy and asshole. Her nipple rings had been removed then re-pierced through the latex. The arms and upper legs matched perfectly with the leggings and gloves, and these were sealed to each other as well. Metal sheaths were fitted over her hands; small steel bands holding her fingers rigid to the surface. Forcing her hands together in the middle of her back, the two sheaths were bolted together, removing any movement from her hands. Her neck was encircled by a custom collar, fitting snuggly around the latex covering. A small cable extended through a ring in the back of the neck and connected to the metal sheath. A mini winch was used to tighten the cable, pulling Lauren’s hands high between her shoulderblades. Though she cried at the new found pain, the winch continued until her hands were touching the back of her collar, where the cable was permanently tied off. A similar winch pulled a steel band around her elbows, forcing her upper arms together as well. Lauren’s shoulders were forced back and her breasts forward as the torturous band was pulled to meet. A bolt held it in place. The latex between Lauren’s legs had been molded to slip into her vagina and ass. Thick rings slipped just inside these openings, holding her asshole and pussy open wide. She would find later that various implements could fill her through these holes, but for starters large dildoes were forced into the openings then clicked into place on the outer rings. Her clit ring was repierced through the rubber, the latex around it molding perfectly to her pussy lips. Mike produced a small rubber corset and began lacing it in place. With some time and some help, he was able to make the back meet, crushing Lauren’s waist into a wasplike look. She could barely breath and staggered from the effort. As her bit harness was attached, Lauren quickly found out the use for her unique tongue piercings. Rather than rings, her tongue had been pierced with a row of rivet like brads, small holes encircled by steel place holders. The bit she now wore utilized these. A slender steel piece, much like a tongue depressor, attached to the bit and extended deep into her mouth. Small rivets were put through the holes in this piece and through her tongue. Once in place, she was unable to use her tongue at all. As the small tool used to close the rivets finished its job, Lauren began to panic. She was unable to speak or use her tongue in any way, and she knew that the rivets were somewhat permanent. Mike laughed as she struggled. "Don’t worry, Lauren. Those rivets will only last for about three years." Tears rolled as the last straps were locked into place and the bit became permanent. Assuming this was the worst, Lauren was shocked to see Mike walk up with a pair of the severe ballet point shoes. She tried to step a way but was held by two men. The shoes were forced on her feet and cinched into place. Lauren tried to scream as she stepped on the needle thin toe for the first time. As she tried to rest on the heel, she could feel a needle like protrusion sticking up into her foot, pushing her immediately back on her toes. As she struggled to find balance, she could not see that she now was prancing like a horse, stepping back and forth on each foot, then tossing her head against the steel now attached to her mouth. Mike laughed at Lauren’s predicament as the final short chains were connected from her nipple rings to the steel bit. She quickly learned that tossing her head could cause untold pain to her tortured nipples. Mike grabbed her leash and led her off to the stables. End of part two. Any comments or coorespondence is welcome at Thndrshark@aol.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----