Message-ID: <14832eli$9808290055@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: thndrshark@aol.com (Thndrshark) Subject: The Training by TS (3/3) (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: <1998082405290000.BAA16698@ladder03.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 3 by Thndrshark It took a month for Lauren to learn the skill of pulling a carriage. The harness time and the motivation of a bull whip against her back forced her to learn fast. Soon she was pulling large weights alone, scrambling on her toe shoes to find footing as her mistress or master sat with the reins and laid stripes of pain across her skin. She hadn’t been allowed to sit or lay down the entire time. Her nights existed of standing in a small stall, her nipple chains connected to a chain dangling from the ceiling. She had slipped into sleep once early on, until the fire in her nipples woke her with a scream. Her toes had been forced into the pointed end of the ballet shoes for months and she had become expert at walking on them. The corset had been replaced regularly until her waist looked like an actual hourglass. After a few months, when Lauren was listless and uncooperative, Mike would reappear to take Lauren for another visit into the training area. Rather than subjecting her to another punishment, she soon learned a much more valuable motivation. The mirrored wall stood before her as Mike attached her nipple rings to a chain dangling from the ceiling. Once again he dimmed the lights and Lauren gasped at the sight. The same young girl sat on the floor, her nose ring stretched taught to the ceiling. "We thought we might keep this one around for you, Lauren. She seemed such a good motivation the first time." The girl seemed unchanged except for the healing remnants of more punishment in the recent past. She could see the toe shoes still attached to her feet. With a glance at her own feet she now had a much deeper appreciation of the torture she was enduring. She could just catch sight of her own feet as she balanced on her punished toes. Mike could see the fear and pain in her eyes. His whisper simply increased her terror. "In two years, once you are through with pony training, we’ve reserved this room for you. We’ve decided to make you a permanent attraction." His laugh brought new tears from her eyes as she watched her future. The door inside the room opened, revealing a group of five large men, their hard cocks glistening in the light, brandishing their whips as they approached the young girl. Lauren could only watch as the torture began, and her future became clear. The End Any comments or coorespondence is welcome at Thndrshark@aol.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----