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Collected by Djian
updated sep 26 2008

WARNING:

This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is
for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit
sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read
any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.



Fighting Fiona

CHAPTER 1

A FLAT TYRE

Coincidences, timing, bad luck, call it what you will, either way I should never have had the fight with my boyfriend and gone off on my own. It all started when a girlfriend of mine invited me to come and stay with her. I told my boyfriend I would like to go to see Sharyn for 2 weeks, he asked when and then said that would be fine. The problems started when I told him I wanted to ride my bike there. You see, we are a motorbike household, and we both own bikes, that is how we met. He has nothing against me riding, it was just that I had to cross 2 states to get to see Sharyn. He said that there was something about a girl alone on a bike, especially if she looked like me, that may make her fair game to any madman out there. I disagreed. He pleaded with me, saying, 'come on babe, look at yourself will you, you're a slim 5'6 long legged babe, tiny waist, beautiful breasts and with sex appeal to die for, trust me on this, please don't ride'. I told him I was going anyway and he would have to live with it. If only I knew what the trip was going to hold for me.

I was about halfway to Sharyn's when I stopped to help a lady with a flat tire some 20 miles from a hick country town. I tried to help her but the wheel nuts wouldn't budge. She told me that she had to get to her family's place as her mother had taken ill, and was in hospital. It was nearly half an hour before help came along, or should I say, what I thought was help came along. Some redneck type of guy pulled over in his pick-up and asked what the problem was. I pointed to the tire and he just stared at it, and me, then stroked his beard and said, 'you look ladies like you need a hand, and I ain't cheap, got any cash'? Before I thought about it, I replied. 'what makes you so sure you got what it takes to help us'? He thought about it for a while, like the question took a lot of thinking about, then replied, 'next town with service is about 40 miles, the one back is about 20 miles, cost you $50, otherwise youse' just stay here and take your chances, but I figures as I'm the last one heading out this way, youse' ain't got much of a choice, now what'll it be'? I took about as long as he did to think of the last question, before answering him, 'Ok mister, you have got yourself a deal, now get to work and change that tire and let the lady get on her way. He gave me a leer as if to say, 'suck shit bitch', then put his back into it as if to show off the fact he had Brains, not Brawn. I was watching him when the chemical soaked cloth covered my nose and mouth. It took only seconds for the chemical to work. My last thoughts were, 'what the fuck is happening'? After I went down, he changed the tire, then picked my bike up and loaded it into the back of the pick-up. Once it was tied down, he threw my gear in the back with my bike.

I came to in the back of his pick-up, on my stomach, just in time to feel my hands touching my feet. I started to struggle and heard him say, 'welcome back, my little pretty, just in time for the fun'. I heard the woman say, 'if you've got it under control, I''ll see you later'. I screamed at them, saying, 'let me go'. I felt a rag or something get shoved into my mouth. I tried to bite him and was rewarded with a slap to the face. Next I felt tape being wrapped around my head, closing off my protests and sealing my mouth. He didn't stop there. He continued to wrap my face in tape and then changed directions, wrapping the tape from under my chin, over the top of my head and repeating this over and over until my jaws were clenched around the cloth in my mouth. I was silenced. At this point I knew I was in deep shit, as I had already been stripped down to my bra and panties, which were even now doing nothing to provide coverage of my assets. The panties were g's, and the bra was flimsy, both perfect for riding, not being tied up in the middle of nowhere, by some 300lb redneck. Although I was tied hand and foot, it was not enough for this prick. I was soon introduced to the intricacies of an elbows together hogtie. Luckily for me I am quite fit and flexible, because he roped my elbows, then pulled them tightly together until I winced at the strict position I was in. Next he effortlessly lifted my bound legs free from the back of the pick-up, slipped some rope under them and then wrapped it around my legs about the mid thigh. He then pulled this tightly, making my heels touch my ass. Again and again he wrapped the rope tighter, until my legs were totally immobile and doubled over. Satisfied with the progress so far, but not yet finished, he then picked up and leant me against the side of the tray, over the wheel arch. He then looped more rope around my body, just below my half uncovered breasts. This he continued around my back, locking my painfully bound elbows to my body. He tied me more, above and below my tits. Then somehow made it tighter. I found out later in my experience this was called 'cinching'. He did the same around my waist. When this was done, I felt his hands roughly prying between my thighs. Somehow he managed to get the ends of the rope from back to front, then he put this rope under the rope around my waist in front of my belly, and took up the slack. I felt the rope snake its way into the slit of my pussy. Next he manhandled me onto my back. Then he put his foot on my stomach and pulled the rope at my pussy with hundreds of pounds of pressure. I screamed into my gag and shook my head. He didn't care. He pulled it until I felt it right into my slit, pulling panties and all, right inside of me. I cursed him from behind the gag, he just leered at me and smiled. As he tied it off, I thought of the words still ringing in my head, when my boyfriend said, 'I don't want you going, anything could happen'. My reply in the heat of the moment was, 'you don't own me, and if that's the way you feel, we are over. I need my freedom and I'm a big girl now, so goodbye'. Those words meant that he was not going to be checking up on me, I was on my own. To finish off my bondage, the redneck prick rolled me over onto my stomach again, then tied my big toes together with thin twine, which made me truly immobile. He tied more string into my hair, and then tied it to my toes, pulling it tight so my head was arched backwards. Next he threw my leather jacket over me and then said to me, 'hope you enjoy the trip, because I know I will, and I am sure me and the folks can have some real good fun with a pretty little bitch like you'. Then I was alone in the back, and we drove off to meet the folks.
Lying on my tits, bound like I was, it seemed to take forever to get to wherever I was being taken. Every bump on the road hurt me in some way, and the track to the farm was sheer torture. It was only 20 or 30 minutes before we arrived to meet the rest of the clan. The cold night and the trip tied tightly in the back of pick-up had me quite stiff and sore. I was almost glad when the clan came to get me out of the truck, until I ended up hanging from the rafters of the barn in a suspended in the hogtie. For some reason, they were all quite pleased to be in the possession of a kidnapped girl. I was left to hang there while they retrieved my bike from the truck and disposed of it in some hideaway part of the barn. Then they turned their attention to me. I had the gag taken from my mouth, which hurt like hell as the tape was pulled from my head and face. What really worried me was I was the prisoner of both men and women. To my way of thinking, us girls should stick together, and the presence of women really worried me. I was soon to find out that the women folk out here, were every bit as bad as the men folk. One of the bitches said to the guys, 'We'll do her tits while you can all fill her mouth. I pleaded with them, saying, 'why are you doing this, please let me go, take my money, take anything, just untie me, pleeease'! They replied by saying, 'we'll take whatever we want, take you in any way we want, we'll even kill you if we want, understand that you pretty little slut'. I felt my beautiful underwire bra being torn from my tits, and some sort of a ring being shoved into my mouth. It had straps attached which they buckled behind my head and immediately I knew something of what I was in for. One of the rednecks pulled his pants down and exposed his prick for me to see. He said to me, 'you know what to do with it, so get to it bitch'. Now I have been around the block just like most girls, but never have I had to try to give head whilst bound in a hogtie, suspended in a barn with a big ring in my mouth. He shoved it into my mouth and started pumping in and out. I could hardly believe what was happening to me! Then I felt something thin being tied around my left breast, followed by the same with my right. Then they pulled the slip knots tight, and my breasts felt as if cut from my body. I screamed into the penis in my mouth, and I heard him say, 'whatever you did, do it again 'cause it feels real good on my prick when she screams'. So they tied my tits very tightly. I heard them make comments about my tits. About how they were just perfect. A good size 12B cup, not sagging, but just enough size to be able to tie 'em real tightly. One of the guys chipped in and said, 'you reckon we could hang her up by them'? Another said, 'we'll never know unless we try'? I couldn't imagine how anyone could talk about things like this, let alone consider doing it to someone, especially if the someone was me!

This hell I was in kept up until all the men folk had come in my wide spread mouth. Then it was the girls turn to get off. This required a change of position. I was lowered to the dirt floor, still hogtied with my tits bound tightly with thin twine. When I touched the floor, breasts first, I was at first glad to be free from hanging, until all my weight was on my tits. Then it hurt like hell and I started howling from my open mouth. Someone grabbed a handful of dirt from the floor and showed it to me, saying, 'shut up or I'll fill your mouth full of this'. I quickly did as I was told. Next they started to untie me from my hogtie. They simply cut the rope from my hair to my toes, then started to undo the rest of the ropes binding me, except for the tit bindings. When they untied the rope through my pussy, they made rude comments and said to me, 'bet you'll miss this one won't you baby'. That comment hurt as much as anything they had done to me so far. They had no worries with me running away, because when they finished undoing me, I was so sore from the position, I couldn't move at all. It was no trouble at all for them to pick me up and take me over to a sawhorse, on which I was placed on, face up. I was positioned with my hips hanging over the end of it, and tied in place. They roped me at the waist, above and below my bound breasts, and around my neck. My ankles were roped and the ropes pulled back to the legs of the sawhorse under my head. Then my knees were roped to the legs of the saw horse. My arms were roped to the legs of the sawhorse at the wrist and elbow, putting pressure on my shoulders, drawing them downwards painfully. They told me to close my eyes and then wrapped cloth sticking plaster around my head and the horse, blinding me and binding my head to the hard timber without any mercy. Towards the end of this, I started pleading with them again. It was a big mistake. One of them said to me, 'we are now going to teach you what happens when you speak to us, you are no longer permitted to speak and you will soon receive a lesson in why you should do as you are told'. I was then left there with my tears while they prepared to teach me my lesson.

I heard them moving around and heard them talking about bringing the stuff out, so they could teach me about doing as I was told. I heard a noise and my bound right breast exploded in pain. I howled out loud and seconds later my left breast felt the same fierce pain. I was told this was what a riding crop felt like on a painfully bound tit, and if I wanted more, all I had to do was to disobey. I was still crying when I heard them tell me to stick my tongue out as far as I could. This I did and was rewarded with having it clamped between the jaws of something like a pair of pliers. Until they squeezed and pierced my tongue! As I howled and my tongue went back into my mouth, I felt something extra in my mouth. They had pierced my tongue and something was right through my tongue, with a balled stud on either side of my tongue. I felt the sting of the riding crop on the inside of my thighs, both left and right, at which point I ceased screaming and simply cried. When I felt the jaws of the pliers at my nipple, I howled loudly and pleaded for them to stop. My left nipple was pierced, then the right. By now I was almost delirious. I heard one of the girls say to the guys, 'I know ya' all enjoy fishing, but I bet ya' ain't seen bait like this before'. At which point she tied some fishing line around each of the small barbell like pins through my nipples. I was told to stick out my tongue, or they would whip me for real. Still crying, I stuck my tongue out, and it had the fishing line tied around it as well. Next I felt the line from my tongue being tied to the lines from my nipples, forming a neat triangle. Then I felt hands on my tightly wound tits, pushing them towards my mouth. The slack in the lines was taken up and tied, then given a last tug for good measure, then knotted tightly. When the hands left my breasts, my nipples were now linked to my tongue, which had been pulled out of my mouth as far as it could go, and still there was a strain on my nipples. With all having been freshly pierced, I was in a huge amount of pain, but couldn't even cry successfully.

What happened next defies imagination, or explanation. I had my wide open pussy struck with the riding crop. As I screamed, my tongue tried to go back into my mouth, but couldn't move far because it was tied to my nipples and tightly wound and bound tits. A stupid, horrible sound escaped my throat. My tightly bound tits then copped a whipping, one lash on each, with a thin, single stranded whip, made of leather. Again I jerked and tried to scream. I was then given instructions. Each of the three girls would climb onto my face, and I would have to lick them to orgasm. While this was happening, I would be fucked by all the guys. The girls would be facing the guys, their assholes over my nose. If they felt that I was not doing a good enough job, they would whip my tits. After every guy had finished with me, I would get one slash of the crop on my open pussy for every minute it took him to come, so I had better concentrate on using my pussy as well as my tongue. I was about to protest when I copped a nose full of female ass and a tongue full of clit. I tried to lick, but every time I tried to retract my tongue to get a good go, it pulled on my already stretched nipples and made it both impossible and painful. With very small and delicate strokes of my tongue, I tried my best, but I was soon feeling the whip on my tormented tits. Then a cock filled my pussy. The only way I could tell time was by how many times my pussy was whipped after each guy had finished raping my pussy. By the time I had been fucked by all, and had licked the three pussies to orgasm, I couldn't even cry, just lay there bound as I was, with my tired and saw tongue, being dragged towards my nipples. I had come dripping from my pussy, which they scooped up and deposited in my open mouth, just to degrade me further. When they had finished with me, I had my sawhorse stood up so I was vertical, which caused my breasts to drop a bit, pulling my tongue even further from my mouth, causing me to gag a bit. I was then hosed clean, inside and out. They then directed the water at my open mouth, almost choking me and causing me to try to swallow, which really hurt my tongue and nipples. Then they released me from all of my bonds, except the piercings, which stayed in place.

I had a ball gag with harness strapped onto me, plus a wide collar which they locked in place around my neck. Next they twisted my arms up behind my back, until they were crossed over in between my shoulder blades. Ropes went around my wrists and were cinched tight. Another rope was tied to this one, and fed up through a ring in the back of the collar, then tied to a chain hanging from the rafters of the barn. The slack was taken up until I was standing upright, but flat footed. Next came a long bar, which they placed at me feet. They then tied a rope to one ankle, and that leg first, was tied to the bar. Next came the other leg, which required me to balance while they spread me wide and tied my other ankle to the bar. Being the kind rednecks that they were, they ensured I would be exactly as they wanted me to be. This meant they lifted me up and then made sure my weight was equal on each of my wide spread feet. Then they lifted me up a few inches clear of the ground and took up the slack in the rope from my bound wrists. Before they let me down, they placed an adjustable pole under my pussy. Perched atop this pole was a dildo. Not your normal dildo however. This one must have been thicker than a mans wrist, and a foot long! They put the dildo at the lips of my pussy, and adjusted the height of the pole until at least ten inches of it would be inside of me when they let me down. I made some silly kind of protest from behind my gag, which earned me the comment of, ' you will pay for that later you slutty little bitch. Then they lowered me onto the monster dildo, impaling me while the strain was taken up by my bound arms, in the center of my back. When my toes were on the ground, I was filled like never before, sure my pussy would never recover. To make things worse, they then started to caress my tits, this time with a gentleness and a single goal in mind, to get me off whilst bound and impaled on this horrid arm sized thing in my pussy. More hands started touching me, squeezing my inner thighs, my ass, and gently caressing my lower belly down to my pussy lips. My sides were stroked, my calves gently raked with fingernails. The women folk put their mouths to my tits and chest. My nipples, saw from their recent piercing, were given very gentle treatment. I was being brought to orgasm by six or seven people at once. In the end it was all too much. I came whilst impaled on the monster in my pussy, my weight taken by my twisted arms. I wanted more of the giant inside of me. I tried lowering myself an inch or two to get more, but it hurt too much. I ended up collapsing, my weight held by the ropes on my arms. Then they left me there for what was left of the night.

CHAPTER TWO

Morning brought new horrors of it's own. I was freed from the torment of the night, then, with a chain affixed to my collar, taken outside and told to go to the toilet, and be finished in two minutes, or else. How humiliating. Somehow I managed. After this, I was taken back inside the barn and led to a post. It was about five inches in diameter and went from floor to the roof of the barn. I was backed up against the pole, and then tied to it. Starting with my arms, which were placed behind the pole, and tied palms together, cinched off very tightly. Next they tied my elbows together, which was difficult being behind the pole. About now, the girls turned up. I was told to spread my legs, which I did. Wider they said, so I did. Then they tied a round pole to my legs, right across my knees, in front of them. I was told that I was to learn a lesson in choices. What this meant was that when I thought I could not stand one form of punishment, I could request a change to another, and they would oblige me. I was also told that always, the replacement would be worse than what I was suffering at that time, and to keep that in mind. I didn't like the sound of this, but could do nothing about it anyway, so I just nodded my head. Then they once again placed their hands on me around the waist, and told me to lift my feet and bend my legs backwards. This I did. They lowered me until all my weight was on my knees, which were bound to the thin pole. My entire weight was centered on the two contact points and it hurt like hell. I took some of the weight on my feet behind me, until they tied ropes to my ankles and doubled my legs up, tying ankles to thighs. So that I couldn't cheat by dropping to my shins, thus spreading the load, a simple remedy was to tie the pole across my knees to the vertical one, so I was stuck. I was about to say something when I remembered the warning, 'every punishment will get worse', and held my tongue. Within minutes, I was screaming. The way the pain just builds and builds, it became unbearable. I screamed and pleaded for the replacement punishment. They obliged. Firstly, they brought out my new restraints, rope and a strange looking leather bag. The bag turned out to be a discipline hood, which they proceeded to lace onto me with a practiced precision and speed. In no time I was deaf, dumb and blind. Then they set to with the ropes. My tits were the object of their attention this time. They wound them tightly with the ropes. Making them stand out, bulging out of their captured windings. Next they decided to tie them to each other, making them close to each other. As I said, they are what both I and everyone else considers a very nice pair of breasts. Not too small, and definitely not too big. They look great in an under wire B cup, filling it fully and proudly. So, they made perfect targets for the ropes and what they had in mind.

I was shaking my head inside the hood. When they said each lesson would be worse, I now knew what they meant. For here I was, being hooded, having my tits bound and still resting on the horrible pole at my knees. I was hoping for a change of punishment position when I asked for the next, not just to have more added. They must have heard my thoughts, because I felt them doing something with the ropes at my tits, then I felt a pull on the very same rope. It was then it hit me.. They were going to carry out their threat, they were going to suspend me by my tits! They couldn't, could they? They did. They kept up the pull until the weight came off my knees and then I felt the crushing off the breast windings get immeasurably worse, and I was hoisted by my tits, into the air. I felt them untie the rope holding my spreader pole to the post, and then I was hoisted higher. I was shaking my head, screaming inside my hood. I couldn't believe it, I was now hanging in mid air, arms behind the post, hanging by my tits! Then someone started playing with my tits from behind the pole, reaching around and squeezing the tormented flesh. Then they fucked me, while I was hanging in mid air, arms behind a pole, hooded and screaming in pain. They all fucked me. Sometime during all this, my body in all it's pain and torment betrayed me, and an orgasm approached. One of the girls sensed this as my body was starting to go into a spasm, reached around and closed off the breathing tubes from my nose. Right at the moment of orgasm, my air was stopped, my body went wild, adrenaline pumped through me and I passed out in a mind blowing orgasm of pleasure and pain.

When I came to, I was still tied to the pole, but not hanging by my tits, or kneeling on the pole. I was just tied to the pole at every possible joint. Knees, ankles, waist, above, below my breasts, around the shoulders in a crisscross manner, plus at wrist and elbows. These of course were roped to my body. Of course there was the crotch rope cutting me in two as well. Nothing but the best for their new plaything. It wasn't long before the lady from last night (with the faked flat tire), came to me and offered me a drink of water, plus some food, which was spoon fed to me. Believe it or not, I was grateful for this kind act. I even managed to say thank you. After my feeding, she looked me up and down, then commented on my body. She said that I had a truly magnificent body, and that it was a shame for me that my titties were so perfect for tormenting, because they were sure to receive a great deal more attention from everyone. Some would be jealous; others would just enjoy doing things to them. As sweetly as I could, I asked her why they were doing these things to me. She shot me an evil glance, and then said, 'I suppose you can know a little bit, so, all I'll tell you is this. Someone has paid for a girl, and you seem to be her'. I was about to make some comments, but seeing the look she gave me, I held my tongue. She saw the look I gave her, and said to me, 'I don't like the look in your eyes, and anyway, you have to be punished for asking questions, so, stick out your tongue'. I was going to refuse, but I was totally vulnerable, so I did as I was told. Soon, my tongue had fishing line tied around the thick double ended stud through it. My tongue had two pieces of fishing line hanging from it. It didn't take much imagination to figure out what was going to happen next. She gave me a quick drink of water, and tied my tongue to my nipples. Left nipple first, she held my breast in her hand and pushed it upwards as far as she could. When she pulled it the line tight, my head tilted forward as far as it would go, my tongue was out of my mouth, only inches from my nipple. She tied it off and then did the same with my right titty. I was bound to the pole, bolt upright, except for my head, which was chin on chest. My tongue was painfully extended and formed a little triangle of twine to my nipples. I couldn't move, speak or complain. I started to dribble, it ran down the line to my nipples, then over my breasts, onto my bound chest. She kissed my forehead, and then left me there, to stare at my tied nipples and dribble onto myself.

CHAPTER 3

The rest of the day went very slowly, until I was crying and almost wishing I could pass out or die. Neither of these things were options, as just after dark, they came for me again. By this time, my neck ached something fierce, and when I had my tongue released from its stretched captivity, I could finally cry as I had been so desperately wanting to for the previous hours. As the rest of the ropes came off, I ended up collapsing onto the ground, unable to move. I was picked up, taken outside, had ropes put on my wrists, which were then tied together in front of me. My hands disappeared above me, until I was standing on my toes. I was then washed clean with a hose, and had my hair washed as well. I was left there for twenty minutes or so to dry off and then three of them came for me and I was taken inside to begin my next ordeal at the hands of these cruel people.
Taking no chances with me, they walked me to the center of the barn, where they had placed a set of stocks on the ground. They had me put my feet in the stocks, then closed them around my ankles and once again I was immobile. Next they untied my hands from in front of me, and immediately pulled my arms behind me and retied them palms together with thin ropes. Next my elbows were tied together and cinched tightly until they heard me wince at the strain being placed on my shoulders. By this time, I was almost wishing I could die, just to escape and be free of this new form of hell I had found myself in. I had no fighting spirit left in me. My options had been taken from me. There was no chance at all to escape, at the end of each torture session, I had no strength left to fight my way free, nor were they taking any chances, witness the stocks on the ground I was locked into while they tied me tightly again. So I just stood there while they further restrained me in any manner they pleased. Next up came a harness gag, with a ball which fitted just behind my teeth and was pushed in hard and strapped in place so it held my mouth open, but tightly closed around the ball. Then came a special posture collar, which closed around my neck and held my head up high and ensured I could only look straight ahead and upwards. A rope hanging from an overhead beam was tied to a ring on the front of the collar, and when the slack was taken up, I was held in an upright position to await further torment. With a squeeze of my breasts, and a slap on my butt, my tormentors left me alone in the barn to consider my fate.

It wasn't long before two of the women entered the barn, and the way I was restrained, I could not look down enough to see their faces properly. They walked around me and told me about what was in store for me, and how I was to behave during all this, as well as letting me know how much pain they could inflict on me if I was to disobey, or not behave as desired. By this time I was silently crying, and could not even get a question out, due to the tightly strapped in harness gag. Some of the things which made me lose hope were the way in which they described my new life, which was to be a slut slave, for both men and women. I was going to be tied, chained or otherwise restrained every hour of my life from this day forward. On top of that, I was going to be trained by them until I was ready to be delivered to my new owners. My training was to begin immediately and I was going to learn many new skills, and if my progress was unsatisfactory, I would suffer many exquisite torments for my failures. With that said, they informed me I was to be the waitress at a special party they had organized and began to complete my preparations for the party. I felt something being attached to the front of the collar. I was about to have my first encounter with a breast press, hinged in the center between my breasts, to accommodate my slender frame, and with slightly serrated timber jaws to inflict the pain a bit better. At this time, all I felt was the pieces of timber resting over and under my tits, then the straps went around the side of my chest, and were tightened at my back, under my bound together elbows. I started to get a taste of what was to come, when the height of the press was adjusted and one of the girls grabbed my breasts and pulled them outwards while the other one started to tighten the press to capture my already saw breasts. As the pain grew, I made some weak protest noises from behind the gag, which only resulted in more vigorous tightening of the wing nuts of the press. I soon learned to shut up and suffer in silence.

When they were happy with this part of my preparation, they began on the next stage of my torment. This was the addition of a very tight, custom made corset which was laced onto me with vigor, over and over until my already slim waist was reduced to truly tiny proportions. Next up came some new shoes. One foot at a time was released from the floor stocks, then had a stocking placed on and pulled up my leg, then my foot was laced into a tight ballet boot and replaced into the floor stock. The next item I was made to wear, was a single glove, but this one was a bit different, in that it left my hands uncovered. I was to find out later that this was so I could service people with my hands. But that was the only thing different than standard. The rest of it was just like any other and it was laced up tightly, further immobilizing my already tightly tied arms. To further humiliate me, I had my pussy and ass filled by huge vibrating dildos. These were attached to, and held in place, by a strap which went from front to back and buckled onto the corset. They lubricated the plugs with a cold jelly and then inserted them into me with some difficulty. The lube was definitely needed. The plug in my rear was very large and I knew it would make any movement very uncomfortable. The last of my clothes to be added was a short skirt and apron, sort of a French maids outfit, except that my crushed tits were still on view for all to see. My stockings were then attached to the garters hanging from the corset. For some strange reason, the thought as to how I was to be a waitress for them, while trussed up like this, had not entered my mind. It was only when one of them held up a serving tray, and showed it to me saying, 'your reason to exist tonight, so don't spill anything', that I remembered the part about being a waitress. I had a small thought in my head that I may have my arms released to serve them, until the tray was buckled around my waist, and then clamps were screwed onto my nipples, behind the barbell like jewelry which remained in my pierced nipples. Chains linked the clamps to the outer edge of the tray, meaning that the tray was attached to my nipples, and any weight on the tray would pull harder at my tortured nipples. Another turn of the screws to tighten my breast press, then I was released from the stocks, and had the rope removed from my posture collar. A chain was clipped to my collar, and I was told to follow them to my first night of training.

By the time I had made it to the main farmhouse, I was sure I could not put up with much more of this. My legs ached from the posture of the ballet boots, the act of walking in any way made the plugs inside me feel twice as big, and with every step, the tray put pressure on my crushed and clamped titties. Not being able to see the floor in front of me, only made things worse. If that wasn't bad enough, I could hear lots of voices in the room just up the hall. When the door was opened in front of me, I was led into a room with about twenty or more people, which immediately went silent when I was led into the room. It was announced to all that I was the new slut-slave, and this was my first night of party training, and that by the end of the night, I was expected to be competent at my work, or else I would be severely punished. Without giving me any real instructions, I had the chain removed from my collar, and was ordered to get to work. Not knowing what was really expected of me didn't make things easier. My job was simplified when someone raised their hand so I could see it, and beckoned me over. On the way there, a couple of guests placed their empty glasses on my serving tray, and helped the pain by putting a bit of extra weight on the tray with their hands. The pain made me bend forward, the glasses crashed to the floor and I knew I was in the shit. The renewed silence was broken, and I was ordered to stand still. I heard one of the redneck assholes say, 'I think the slut needs some posture training', to which someone else agreed. Hell, as if I wasn't in bloody posture training now! Next thing I know, I feel a steel bar being slid down the center of my back, under the single glove, it kept going forever, until it was padlocked to the back of my collar. Next I felt it being locked to my corset in back of me. Then, I felt something locking around each of my ankles. A long pole had been attached to the back of me, from neck to ankle, with cuffs to allow only small steps. This would stop me from leaning forward, now, all the pressure from the tray, would be on my pierced and clamped nipples. A voice said to me, 'be sure and take only small steps, or else you will surely fall over and really hurt yourself'. I tried taking a small step, and less than a foot later, my ankle was stopped. This was surely going to be a hell of a night. Once again, empty glasses were piled onto my tray, I struggled to walk slowly, yet as directly as I could to the bar, so I would have less of a load to carry, then waited for the glasses to be removed. I actually managed to get a drink for the person who had beckoned me, then made my way back over to him. One down, how many to go? I must have been some sight to watch, head held high, arms pinned behind me, tits crushed and clamped, a pole behind me, wearing ballet boots and trying to navigate my way around the room with only tiny steps, but to me it was an effort of total concentration, and suffering.
It was about an hour later, when the host announced to all, 'now for the next level of discipline for the slut-slave, come here slut'. With some effort, and a great deal of fear, I made my way over to him. When I arrived in front of him, I was told to turn sideways, which I did. He then reached down to the chastity belt, turned the knobs on the vibrating plugs, and they started to hum away inside of me. At first I jumped a bit, then I almost fell as I tried to concentrate on something other than the buzzing down between my legs. Next, he moved behind me and then I felt something being squeezed into the fingers of my bound hands, it was lubricant. He said for all to hear, 'make me come slut, and make it good, slave', then I felt his penis at my bound hands. I did my best, and the way I was bound and restrained, I had no choice. When finished, he said to everyone, 'not bad, the slut is available for all whilst on her rounds, feel free to use her, and pile them glasses on so she feels a bit of pain while she is being pleasured by her vibrators'. Somehow I made it around the room, being vibrated from the inside, having more glasses pulling on my nipples, whilst giving limited movement hand jobs to nearly every man in the house. Sometimes during the servicing, I would reach orgasm myself, knowing that I couldn't fall over, or pass out because of what would happen to me if I did. By the time I got back to the bar, I was in tears. Tears of pleasure and pain. Once again I was called to the host's side at the front of the room. To my relief, he turned off the vibrators inside of me, and announced that he felt I was ready for the next level of competency training, this brought a few cheers and whistles. Then I heard him say, 'I will take bids on who will be the slut-slave controller for the next level of training, and for the use of the slave for the rest of the night, the bids start at $200'. Bidding ceased at $585, and I was to be the property of a mean looking woman who I was sure was going to get every bit of her moneys worth from my body.

I knew things were grim when I felt the discipline hood being put on my head. It was brutally tightened over my gagged face, then locked in place over the posture collar. Without my eyesight, it was even harder to stay oriented and stand upright, but I knew I must. Then I felt a pull on my nipples as the serving tray became heavier. I felt more pain at my nipples as something else was attached to the clamps on my nipples, and then something else was done to the vibrators inside of me. I didn't know it when they were first put inside of me, but these were different vibrators in that they also had metal strips on them, which would conduct the electricity I was about to experience. Through my hood, I heard the host address the gathering, saying, 'the slut-slave has passed level one, let's see if it passes the level two competency test'. With that said, I felt a sharp electric shock in my pussy, which almost made me jump, even in the boots I was wearing. I heard him say, 'that means forwards'. A sharp electric shock in my ass and he informed me that that meant backwards. I already guessed what was to happen by the time my left and right nipples lit up in pain. Then when both nipples received a shock at once, I was told that meant stop, while both the pussy and ass plugs together meant go. I almost thought I could handle this until he said aloud, that is on setting one, the highest setting is five, like this. My body stretched upwards in agony. While the shock only lasted for a moment, I would have fallen over if he didn't hold me up. I was sure I could not stand that sort of pain for long. But I also knew I wouldn't die from it, just suffer immensely at the hands of these cruel people. With that over, the controller was handed over to the bitch who had purchased me for the night, and my level 2 competency test began. My lower two plugs shocked me and I moved off forwards, blind and almost deaf inside my hooded world of torment, then I was instructed by pain to go left, then forwards, then to stop, where some glasses added to the world of pain I was feeling in my nipples. On an on it went, as from somewhere in the room my movements were being directed, and unless I wanted to suffer much worse than this, I had no choice but to obey. I was instructed to stop, then once again I felt the lubricant being squeezed into my hands, while I was made to give hand service to another male customer. I felt him adjust the controls on the vibrators and then I too, was feeling some pleasure in my loins. Then the bitch turned up the controls and shocked me on all four contacts. Not as serious as before, probably 3 out of the number 5 setting, but enough that without the guy holding me up, I probably would have fallen down. I felt my orgasm building, and just at the moment when I was about to experience my own intense orgasm, I felt the full bite of the electricity and I went flying over the edge.

CHAPTER FOUR

When I came out of my semi-consciousness, I was in a bathroom, sitting on the floor and was free from all of my bonds, but had some metal cuffs on my ankles. My toes also had some sort of restraint which was of course, toe cuffs. This made it impossible for me to walk, so I was essentially an easy prisoner to handle. In the room with me was my temporary owner. I was told to eat, drink, go to the toilet and to shower myself and wash my sweaty hair and body. I was to make myself presentable for her and I had to do it quickly. I knew enough by now, not to talk or ask questions, for fear of what they could do to me, so I did as I was told. Truth be known, it was good to eat and drink as by this time I was very hungry indeed. I had to sit on the floor to move around because the toe cuffs prevented me walking. It didn't take me long to do all this and when completed, I was told to put my hands behind my back, and once again some cuffs were locked onto my wrists. Thumb cuffs and another pair of handcuffs above my elbows had me subdued, then the toe cuffs were removed and I was told to do as instructed, or I would be heavily disciplined. To which I replied, yes mistress, without even thinking about it. Mistress then produced some bright red twine, with small lassoes of string at one end and slipped them onto my nipples, behind the barbell like studs, still piercing my tender teats. These were tightened and then once again, I was very much on a short leash. I was told to sit on the edge of the bath, which I did. My mistress asked me if I was going to try to kick her if she loosened the ankle cuffs a bit. I said, 'no mistress'. She said 'Good'. I sat there while my mistress loosened the cuffs, then put some very tall ballet boots onto my feet once again. Standing as directed, I was almost Six feet tall. I had a new set of cuffs put onto my ankles, ones which gave me some more movement, but still only let me take small steps. Next up, mistress once again laced me into my corset, just tight as before. My mistress then asked me a question, she said, 'do you think you are ready for level 3 of your training?'. I looked at my mistress and quietly replied, 'I do not know what level 3 of my training is Mistress'. She looked at me, then reached out and lifted my chin with her hand, and said, 'it means do I have to hurt you, or will you follow me and do as I say without me having to hurt you to make you do it'. I didn't really want to have any training, but the thought of no more pain for a while appealed to me, so I replied, 'I am ready for level 3 training mistress'. She smiled at me and then said, 'that's a good slave, we may just get on fine'. Just before we left the room, she made a knot in the twine which was lassoed around my nipples, tying the two pieces of twine together about level with my navel. Then, she asked me to spread my legs as far as I could (which wasn't very far because my ankles were chained), and she pulled the twine through under my legs. Next she made sure that the twine went in the lips of my pussy, one either side of my clit. When this was to her satisfaction, she looped the twine around through the thumb cuffs, then back through my legs, this time on either side of my pussy lips. The whole thing was then tightened and tied to the front of my corset. This had the effect of pulling my nipples downwards, but because it was tied through the thumb cuffs behind me, I had to stand up straight. The twine went through my pussy lips once, capturing my clit, and outside, making my lips protrude slightly, highlighting my bound sex. Just before we left the room, my mistress showed me five, one pound weights, which were cylindrical in shape, and had snap locks attached to the top of each of them. She told me carefully, 'Every time you misbehave, one of these will be attached to the front of you tit bondage, to add to the pull on your nipples, do you understand'. With a great deal of fear, I replied, 'yes mistress, I understand'. Then she went behind me and attached them all to the cuffs on my elbows. The five pounds of extra weight was bad enough behind me, so I was sure I was going to do exactly as I was told, because there was no way I wanted that weight to be pulling on my already stretched nipples. So, free, but not free, she instructed me to, 'follow me back to the party, and make sure you keep your eyes downcast, and only speak if spoken to'. Then I hobbled out of the room and back to the party for level 3 training.

When we went through the door and into the party room, I could finally get a good look at my tormentors, and though I wanted to curse them for what they had done to me, I feared the wrath I might incur, and stayed silent. Many of them commented on how beautiful I looked, and what a great slave I would make, and also at the way I was tied and how nice it would be to play with me. It was strange to be here, like the slave that I so obviously was, when only a day ago I had been a free woman. It was also strange in that these people seemed to be quite normal, in every way except that they thought nothing of the fact I was a kidnapped prisoner, being tormented and trained. One or two of them even offered to get me a drink, which made me feel almost normal, like I was one of them. But of course I wasn't, I was a bound slave, just being given a courteous drink to loosen me up for whatever else they had in mind. I was following my mistress when the slip-up occurred, one of the guests asked me my name, and I replied, 'Fiona'. That was it.. The room went almost silent, and my mistress whirled around, grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head close to her and hissed at me, 'Wrong, you don't have a name, except slut-slave, is that clear'! 'Yes mistress, my name is slut-slave', I replied in fear, hoping that what happened next wouldn't happen. But it did. Mistress said allowed for all to hear, 'slut-slave made a grave error, she called herself by her old, but incorrect name, for which she must be punished'. With that said, she reached around behind me, unclipped a one pound weight and was about to attach it to the front of me, to punish my tits, when I cried out, 'I'm sorry mistress, please don't punish me'! She looked at me and said, 'what did I say about not speaking unless you were spoken to'? I looked at her in horror, and weakly replied, 'I am not to speak unless spoken to, or else I will be punished, was what you said to me mistress'. With that said, she announced to all, 'the slut-slave has decided it needs to have two, one pound weights attached to it's titties, to punish it's nipples, who will do the honors'? One of the redneck bitches said, 'I would love to help the slut-salve learn it's lesson, may I do the honors'? And so it was. I almost screamed when the first of the weights was attached at the join in the red twine, when the second was added, I almost fainted. Movement now would be very painful indeed, and I hoped my mistress would not walk around too much, so I could try to stand still. But as if she could read my mind, my mistress circulated the room, making me follow, and showing my suffering to everyone she could. Of course, having the twine also tormenting my pussy and clit didn't make life any easier. It was a lesson I would not forget, and it can be a very effective way to make a slave learn it's new name.

A little while later, my mistress decided that I was getting too much attention from the guests, so she decided that if it was obvious I couldn't respond to questions, I would be more slave-like. So she set about rendering me speechless. I was soon to learn how devious, and cruel, these people can be. The methods they use to achieve their goals are aimed at making the slave a party to their own ever increasing levels of torment and pain. What I mean by this is they don't just tie you up, or punish you, but they make every natural movement or action, increase the level of pain or torment. Witness the method I will describe to you now, of how I was silenced. The first part was very simple. The group was called to gather around, which they did. Next they fitted a full harness ring gag to my face, as if a normal ring gag isn't enough. Next I was told to stick out my tongue, which I did, expecting to have some string tied to the bar-bell like stud still piercing it, but I was wrong. Instead, a pair of chopsticks were placed on either side of my tongue, behind the piercing. Simple rubber bands were used to turn the chopsticks into vicious clamps, which bit into my flesh. But this was only the beginning. Next the bitch tied twine to the chopsticks. The ends of this were then tied to my already tied and weighted nipples. When tightened, my tongue was pulled further through the hole of the ring gag, and my face was lowered until my chin was almost touching my chest. I was then in an awkward enough position, but they were not yet finished. To complete the torment, rope was tied to the top of the gag harness atop my head, and this was pulled down and tied at my handcuffed elbows. It was tightened until my tongue was really stretched from my mouth, and the string from the chopstick tongue clamp was pulling my nipples upwards, with opposite force to the weights pulling them downwards. I ended up with my face almost level, but with the effect of having no neck because I was trying to keep my head as close to my shoulders as possible. Also, with the rope from the harness being tied to the elbow cuffs, if I tried to lift my elbows up higher, it pulled on the red twine which was tied to the thumb cuffs and was capturing my titties and pussy from the front. I was in an awful predicament. Every movement I made would pull on my nipples, upwards and downwards at the same time! Plus, if I failed in anyway again, there were still 3 pounds of weights to be used which were hanging from my elbows behind me. Until it happens to you, you would never believe how painful it is, to be tied by your sensitive parts like nipples, tongue and clit. Every time my neck got saw, I couldn't stretch it, because my tongue and nipples relied on staying in the exact same posture. No looking sideways, or up or down to see where I was being led. Nothing except the hell of standing, in ballet boots, handcuffed and tied with twine, tongue and nipples stretched to their limits, it was like hell, and then they whipped me with riding crops. When I felt the first of the blows strike my butt, I jumped, and nearly ripped my nipples and tongue from my body, or that it what it felt like anyway. Then, as they cropped me some more, I learned to take it without moving around too much. It didn't mean it hurt any less, just that my reactions were smaller. Once I stumbled, and they caught me, and then it stopped. I was sobbing, but no sound came out, just silent tears of pain. They stood me still, held me and then carefully placed a vibrator just above my pubic mound, and placed it under the red twine to hold it there, and then turned it on. With the twine going over it, then running through my slit to my captured clit, everything started to go hazy. They held me there, in total torment while they watched an orgasm I didn't need start to build. When I came, I was in so much pain that I was trying to yell and scream, but with my tongue stretched out the way it was, all that came out were these guttural sounds of despair. They then turned off the vibrator and started to untie the twine that had me contorted in every direction. In the end, I was once again as I was when I was in the bathroom, before the twine was tied to me. Just handcuffs, thumbcuffs, corset, ballet boots and ankle cuffs. They left me there, instructed to stand still and stay silent while they partied on a bit more. Some time later, my mistress instructed me to follow, as we were going off to bed.

CHAPTER FIVE

Bedtime brought with it the threat of renewed suffering. My mistress simply told me that my duty tonight was to pleasure her with my tongue, whilst I was hogtied between her legs. This could be done in three stages. The first was just in metal cuffs as I was now, but with my hands and feet linked. But, if I failed in any way to properly please her, I would be re-tied with ropes, ankles to my elbows. Finally, if I really displeased her, the nipple ties would be tied onto me again, but this time they would go through my pussy, up my back to be tied to my hair, thus, making it impossible to lower my head for the rest of the night. I opted for the way I was now, just in metal cuffs. This turned out to be fine, until she linked my thumb cuffs to my ankles, which made me squeal in pain. Immediately, the mistress rang a bell by her bedside, and two of the rednecks raced into the room and then, when informed of my mistake, gladly set to work unchaining me and re-doing me with ropes. They made sure I was going to have an unpleasant night. They tied me at the wrists, above and below the elbows, looping the rope up around my shoulders to ensure I was very well tied, and uncomfortable. Then, they set to work on my legs. Firstly though, just so I could be easily punished if I failed to please, they once again fitted the horrible chastity belt and electric plugs. Then it was time for the legs. They tied me at my ankles, above and below my knees, even mid-thigh! Then they rolled me onto my side, to make sure I was bending into a painful arch as they linked my elbows to my ankles,. To make life easier for my mistress, they even reconnected the viscous red twine to my nipples, feeding it through my legs, over the chastity belt and plugs, to emerge at my rear. It was then loosely tied at the back of the corset, in case it was needed for later. Next up the wires for the battery pack were clamped to my nipples, to compliment those already fixed to the plugs filling my pussy and rear. I was then rolled over onto my stomach to further enhance the pain in my body. Then the battery for the punishment plugs was placed up between my shoulderblades, wired up and tied in place. I was almost in tears when the mistress climbed onto the bed, spread her legs and positioned herself so my tongue could pleasure her pussy, then she said, 'get to work slut-slave, as the pain level on your electrodes is set at four out of five'.
I went to work as a slut-slave, licking her slit as best I could. She said she loved the way the stud through my tongue felt on her clit, and that she may have this done for all her slaves as well. Some time later, maybe twenty or thirty minutes, I could lick her no more, and I slowed my pace, hoping she wouldn't notice, but she did. She pressed a button on her controller, and my pussy, tits and ass exploded into pain as the electrical current flowed through me. I screamed out for her to stop, and she did. But then she said that I had made too much noise and may have woken the others, for which I would have to be punished. I knew what was coming, but for the life of me, I couldn't do anything about it. She asked me if I had stopped because my tongue was too tired to continue, I said, 'yes mistress, I am sorry but my tongue is too weak to continue, please forgive me'. She took pity on me, or so I thought, until she said, 'don't worry, I have something else in mind'. The something else was a harness gag, with a penis-like dildo on the inside, and a vibrating one on the outside! So, I ended up with her tightly tying some twine to the top ring of the harness gag, then linking that to the twine tied to my tortured nipples. This went from my front to back, and up to my hair, to ensure that my head would not droop, and I would have to spend the night with my mouth at her pussy, with a dildo inside her and the other end inside my mouth. She said this was the best solution, because the whole thing was set on a timer. She told me that every 45 minutes, the battery would shock me, the penis gag would silence me, and the vibrator would come on for fifteen minutes. If I hadn't made her come by the time the fifteen minutes were up, she would shock me again and tighten the pull on my nipple ropes. She added that, 'she knew it was a demanding thing to endure, but she had to make the most of her time with me, didn't I agree'? All I could do was to make a small sound, and try to say yes with my eyes. She seemed happy with that, and then layback down turned out the main light, leaving a small bedside light on and guided her pussy onto the vibrator protruding from my mouth. Then, the electricity ran through my body, I screamed into the gag, and the vibrator started and I knew I had fifteen minutes to make her come, or the ties linking my tormented nipples, down under my pussy, up my back to my harness gag would be tightened even further.

Sometime during the morning, she decided she had had enough and removed herself from the vibrator, put on a gown and went out of the room. When she returned, she had one of the other women with her. She showed her how to shock me and turn on the vibrator, and left me at the mercy of this new bitch. This one brutally shocked me, made me wriggle the vibrator around in her, and generally made me suffer. When she was finished, she called for her friend, which turned out to be the woman from the side of the road whom I had stopped to help. This one leered at me and then said, 'that's right slut, it's me, and I am here to get my pound of flesh for you talking down to my man on the first night'. The new bitch decided to make things much worse for me, and I was sure she could, and she did.

Firstly, she tightened the twine which was tormenting my nipples by almost an inch! Then, she used twine to tightly tie the toes of my ballet boots together. Then she produced a new torment device for me to see, and waved it in front of my eyes. It is hard to describe, but its purpose is simple, it was a 'nose hook'. She placed it in front of me, put the ends up my nose, then attached the twine from my ballet boots to it. The twine went up from the nose hook, over my head, then back to my tightly encased toes and feet. Then she pulled it tight! I screamed from behind the penis gag filling my mouth. When she looked at me again, I had tears streaming from my eyes. But she was not finished with my preparation yet. Next she grabbed me by the shoulders, lifted the front of me until she could shove a pillow just in front of my breasts, and almost under my chin, then she let me down onto it, which left me slightly elevated from the bed. Then she put a pillow in front of me, and lay down on the bed in front of me, on her stomach. She then moved herself back until she had the vibrator at the entrance to her slit, and then moved back until it was fully inside of her, and my nose was up against her anus. Then she turned the electricity setting to Five, its highest, and gave me a long shock of it. I screamed into the gag, which started vibrating and I knew that no matter how good a job I did, I was going to suffer at the hands of this bitch. Again she shocked me, about every thirty seconds my tormented body would be spasmed violently by the electricity as it almost cooked my nipples, pussy and anus. After she had orgasmed while I myself was in agony, she gave me a brief respite while she changed positions. She removed the pillows from under me, and then lay back down on the bed in front of me, this time on her back. All this time, I was tightly tied and immobilized that I couldn't move at all, and the nose hook and nipple ties were wracking me with pain. She told me that she was not always this cruel, and to prove it she would let me have an orgasm myself. With that said, she pressed another button and the vibrating plugs inside of me started buzzing away. Then, she moved forward until once again she was impaled on the vibrator attached to my mouth, and then the process started all over again, with one small exception. This time, the electricity was flowing through my body continuously, albeit at a lower setting. The effect it had was to make me want to pee, but I knew if I did, things would get much worse. Then the vibrator on my gag started buzzing, inside and out, and my world exploded into pain as she hit the electrical shock button on full for a second or two. My teeth buzzed, my tits hurt, my nose was painfully stretched back to my bound toes, and I had no idea when it would end. After some time of this, my pussy was starting to get really wet from the incessant vibrating, which made the electrical shocks worse. Even though I knew I shouldn't, I was fast approaching an orgasm. So was the bitch who was tormenting me. In the end, she grabbed my head, and started thrusting herself on and off the vibrator attached to my face. This movement made all my interconnected bonds bite at my flesh all the more. In a violent frenzy, she turned the electricity to three, left it running and shocking me at that level, and we both orgasmed about the same time. She in ecstasy, me in agony. Then the electricity stopped, and I lay there, unable to move, with my tears streaming down my face, into her vagina.

CHAPTER SIX

The next few minutes seemed to take forever, as they carefully set me free of all my bindings. In the end, I was naked except for metal cuffs on my ankles, and handcuffs on my wrists behind my back. I was too drained to even speak, let alone stand. I was given a liquid food to drink, and then carried to the bathroom to relieve myself and to have a shower. My hands were released for this, and then once washed and dried, my hands were once again linked behind me, and another pair of cuffs put on me above my elbows. A collar was put on me and with little resistance, I was led away to another room, where there was a bed, shower toilet and basic vanity unit. I lay down and was asleep almost immediately, even before they locked a chain to my collar. I was woken sometime later, to be told that it was time for dinner, and that if I could behave myself, I could join everyone in the dining room for the evening meal. I was told that this was more of my level 3 training and that if I behaved, I could avoid treatment like I received last night. I said, 'yes master, I will behave and I would like to join everyone for dinner'. My hands were then released and then cuffed in front of me, I was told to relieve myself and clean up before dinner. He then pointed to a camera in the corner and said, 'don't do anything silly, because level three means we give you a bit of freedom, don't abuse it, or we will abuse you, OK'. 'Yes master', I said, and got to preparing myself for dinner. Fifteen minutes later, the door opened and I was led away to enjoy dinner. Strange as it seems, but the fact that I was naked, didn't bother me much, as I was just glad to be relatively free from painful restraints.

The room was not what I expected from these redneck farmers, but was a very nice formal dining room, with only a few differences, one of which was my chair. I knew it was my chair, because it was the only one which was made of steel, and had many straps for securing me. I tried not to show my disappointment, and must have succeeded for I didn't receive any immediate punishment. I was at present the only guest in the room, and without being bid, I made my way to the bondage chair. It was a high backed chair, and made to hold someone absolutely still. I sat down and awaited further restraint. The first thing I noticed was the large hole in the seat under my private regions. The handcuffs were removed and my arms were fastened to the armrests of the chair with straps at the wrist, upper forearm, and biceps. Next my legs were strapped to the chair at ankle, knees and thighs. Then restraints were added at my hips, waist, plus above and below my breasts. More straps went from under my arms, up over my shoulders so I was very well held in place. A thick collar was buckled around my throat, holding my head to the head rest. Then, a final strap was tightened around my forehead, and I was totally stuck. Next up, came some things to make me aware that I was truly still a slave. I was told to open wide, and a gag was added to my mouth. This was a truly diabolical device, an inflatable gag with straps around my cheeks, plus from under my chin, to over my head. When strapped onto me, it held my mouth closed, yet left totally packed. This was before it was fully inflated. Next thing, he inflated it fully and I almost choked. My eyes went wide as the gag filled my mouth and also got longer, till it touched the back of my throat and I had to really concentrate to not choke. To my horror, similar inflatable devices were put in my pussy and anus. These were held in place with a tight, wide strap which buckled from front to back. When these were inflated, I thought I would burst! My hands and feet started flapping wildly, silly gagging sounds came from my throat, and my eyes were pleading for mercy. I wasn't in very much pain, just incredible surprise and a definite feeling I would explode. The plug in my pussy felt like it was a foot long, and thicker than an arm. The one up my rear felt like a large cucumber! There was no relief either. Just before he left me alone there, I had one last thing to endure. He fitted me with a bikini top, first he tied the strings around under my breasts, then he sprinkled some itching powder into the bra cups, then he made sure they fitted my perky breasts perfectly as he tied the strings around the back of my neck. With a quick squeeze and feel up, he left me there to endure as the itching powder went to work.

By the time the guests arrived, I was a right mess. Writhing around in my bonds, itching so bad, I would have been glad to have my titties attacked with sandpaper. The guests sat down and cast their eyes over my writhing form. It was terrible, every movement made it worse due to the pumped up plugs filling my three orifices. Even though I couldn't move, my muscles were going crazy. I wondered if they even knew of my plight. If only they would take my bikini top off, anything that might ease my predicament. But nothing was done. It was not long until one of the guests, a new one who wasn't at the last nights gathering, came over to give me a better inspection. I was silently waving my hands around in protestation, trying to get him to notice my plight. He came over to me, and I was desperately trying to get him to understand me, to take my gag off so I could tell him of my plight. He looked me over for a while, then bent over me and gave my titties a bit of a squeeze, which only made the itching worse. I just moaned into my inflated gag.

Soon after this, dinner was served, and I was made an offer. I would have the mouth gag removed, one hand freed, and be allowed to eat dinner with the others, on the condition that I did not scratch my itching titties. If I complained about the itching, or scratched the itch, I would be made to suffer a much worse fate than my current predicament. If I chose not to take up this offer, I would be left in my current position, and no food until the next day. I would blink once to be freed and eat, twice to stay as I was at present. Foolishly thinking I could resist the urge to scratch, I blinked once and opted for dinner and no scratching. They hadn't even removed my gag, which was about 30 seconds with my hand freed, before I gave in and scratched my itching titties for all I was worth. Seconds later I was restrained again, with the promise of a much greater torment awaiting me. To top it off, the bit of scratching I did manage, only made me itch all the more!

My torment was to begin immediately, and started with all of my restraints being tightened even further. Next up, came more itching powder, this time on my inner thighs and the areas around my pussy and ass. It didn't take long for this newest torment to make things worse for me. All the way through dinner I was silently flapping my hands, trying to make them realize how bad things were. I received one warning, they said to me, 'remember that things are going to get much worse later, if you want it to get very painful as well, keep flapping them hands'. That warning was enough to make me still my frantically waving hands and just suffer in stillness. By the time dinner was over, I thought I would go crazy if they didn't stop the itching soon. As it was, this was only the beginning of my torment.

Everyone was told to gather round for the next part of my training. The first thing they did was to attach chains to the buckled straps around my wrists and ankles. This was to ensure I was well controlled when they released me from my bonds and to make sure I couldn't scratch my itching body. Then they released all the straps holding me to the chair, including my bikini as well. They easily controlled me by stretching me in all directions as they pulled me up from the chair. Next up they roughly removed the inflated plugs from my three orifices. I was soon screaming for mercy, but instead just received laughter from the gathered tormentors. To make things easier for them, they pulled on my feet and spread my legs wider, but with my arms straight out from my shoulders. Then they brought out the next object I was to be bound to. It was a metal frame shaped like an H. They turned it sideways and started to bind me into submission once again.

The top horizontal bar went across the front of me, in line with my shoulders. They attacked me with ropes, binding me to the frame. They turned my arms so that when I was tied to the frame, my hands were facing palms backwards, and bound me tightly to the frame. While this was happening, more ropes went around my shoulders, crossing over between my breasts and then around and around my body, binding me tightly to the frame now tightly held to my front. More ropes went above and below my breasts, capturing them tightly, making them stand out proud. With this done, they forced me to the ground so I was lying on my back. Then they tied me in a most diabolical way. They pulled on the chains, grabbed my ankles and spread me wide into a painful forced version of the splits. They spread me wide so that my legs were horizontal out to my sides, ready to be tied to the lower half of the H frame that lay across my hips. In due course my legs were tied, with the frame touching the insides of my thighs, legs spread straight out. Before long my protests were real, and I thought I would pass out. Of course they succeeded in their quest. I was soon tied very securely to the H shaped frame, arms and legs straight out from my sides. It was now time for them to enjoy themselves and put me to use as the slut slave I was supposed to become. Firstly they attached chains to the outsides of the frame at both arms and legs. These chains were hanging from the ceiling and with ease they lifted me to the desired height, still on my back, then they locked everything in place. In this position I was horizontal on my back, with pussy, ass, mouth and hands at the right height to service them, or for me to be serviced as they saw fit.

I was spoken to and instructed that this was my chance to impress them, and that as a bonus, I was going to be trusted to service them without the need for a gag. I was warned that if I were tempted to injure them in any way, with my mouth, or hands or anything, I would most certainly pay for it in ways I could not even imagine. Ways which would make me suffer so severely, that I would be wishing I were dead, every minute of every day, for weeks to come. I was asked if I understood this clearly enough, to which I replied I did. Next up, everyone was allowed to select a whip, crop or similar weapon, with which to punish me if I didn't perform well enough. Then they were told to gather around, and take a position in line, near whatever portion of me they wanted to use, or have me use to serve their wishes. This done, I was instructed that I was to use my hands, mouth, pussy and ass to serve as I was instructed. They moved in close, then lubricated every hole, plus my hands, then it all started. I had a prick inserted into my pussy, one into my left hand, a pussy was placed at my right hand, testicles went into my mouth and I was expected to service them all. With my hands facing to the floor, it was very difficult to do a good job of handling pussies and pricks, but I knew I must, or else I would suffer. The balls in my mouth were swapped to his penis, my pussy was being rammed and someone pushed a dildo hard into my anus, then my titties were whipped. I couldn't see anything as my head was hanging upside down and my mouth was being worked over by a huge prick. People were coming with increasing frequency. I was doing my best and although I was painfully tied, my own orgasm was building. The prick in my mouth exploded and filled my mouth with come, I was told to swallow and this was difficult as my head was still upside down. As soon as this was over, a pussy replaced the prick. Same with my hands, pussies, pricks and dildos were raping my every orifice. This went on for some time, interspersed with occasional torment from a whip or crop. I felt my orgasm approaching and just as I was about to come myself, they tipped me over the edge by whipping my body and even worse, plus whipping the bared soles of feet. The pain and pleasure sent me into a wild frenzy, as I screamed and then cried in my immobile torment.

After a brief respite while everyone amused themselves and basically engaged in an all out orgy, they decided that I should be tormented in a manner befitting their ingenuity. This process should begin immediately, and so it did. A chain was attached to the H frame, in the center of the H frame near my pussy, between my wide spread legs. This chain raised so that before long, I was being hauled skywards, but hanging upside down. The other chains were removed and then I was raised higher with my pussy and ass totally exposed. Next up they decided to make things more stringent for what was to come. Although I was already immobilized, they decided I needed to be truly tormented in a way that they could all appreciate. This took some heated debate before they came up with their final agreed upon means of torment.

First up, they tied some of that horrible twine into my hair, leaving two long strands to work with. Next up came a diabolical extra large ring gag with full harness. By this time I was crying without any thought of what else they might do to me, because I knew they would hurt me more than I could cope with no matter what I said or did. Next up I had two large objects inserted into my pussy and anus. I was to find out soon enough that they were big fat candles. Next up the twine was pulled tight, bending my head backwards so my face was looking straight down at the floor. The string was passed through my wide open legs, down over my stomach, then tied tightly behind my pierced nipples. This formed a triangle starting at my pussy, widening as it made its way to my nipples. To make things worse, they grabbed a weight with a hook on it, and pulled the string together near my pussy, and put the hook of the weight around the gathered together string. As they let the weight take up the slack, it had the effect of pulling the string tighter together as it came closer to my tied titties. This tightened everything up and I howled in protest. To silence me, they tied some string around my tongue, behind the barbell shaped stud through my tongue. To this they attached another weight. This pulled my tongue out through the hole in the gag, stretching it towards the floor. I was now ready for more of the games. They all got a drink and then told me what was in store for me. I was to be left hanging upside down in my torment, while they partied on. To ensure they knew I was suffering, I should feel free to scream, but only when it really hurt. They would leave me there while they partied, and at irregular intervals, they may whip me for their entertainment. I just moaned my displeasure at this knowledge. Then they lit the candles, and gave me a small push, which sent me twirling in my torment. The weight attached to my tongue caused me to almost gag as it pulled my tongue further from my mouth. Then, before long the candles started to fill with the hot wax, which before long spilled over the edge and down to my pussy and ass. Up to this point, I had not known what was filling my pussy and anus. But the sensation of hot wax is one most women know, and dread. It is all the worse when it is spilling into your spread wide cavities. I howled at this first burning sensation. They laughed and told me these candles are special ones with very big, wide wicks, so I was sure to get lots of hot wax before they burned down to my pussy and asshole. I tried to remain as still as I could, but to make sure I suffered the worst, they whipped the exposed soles of my feet, plus the inside of my thighs, making the wax spill out all over me. To make sure I was totally humiliated, they fetched a couple of powerful vibrators, then with heavy tape, taped them to my wide spread thighs, facing together as they met just touching the huge candles in my cavities. This had the effect of causing spasms in my muscles, making the wax spill all the more, but also making the huge fast burning candles turn into vibrators at the same time. Minutes later, I was screaming out in my own orgasm, brought on by both extreme pleasure, but also excruciating pain. They left me there through the same process all over again, until I was about to pass out from the blood rushing to my head. When I had almost passed out, they whipped me all over, then let me down and removed all my restraints.

CHAPTER SEVEN

When I awoke the following morning, I was once again in my little room, with only a wide leather collar buckled and locked around my neck. I stretched my limbs, glad for the relative freedom I was experiencing for the first time in days. As could be expected, one of the women arrived not long after, to greet me with news of the morning training I would suffer today. She told me that so far I had passed their qualification tests, and so they had decided not to kill me, but that my training could progress to the next level. I was also informed that as the days went by, my training would become less painful, and offer me more freedom, unless I tried anything silly. If I tried to escape, or slackened off, there were plenty of ways to make me suffer for my errors. I didn't know it at the time, but this was of course a lie, just something to give me some hope, before they took it away once again. She asked me if I would behave if I was given some breakfast in my cell, to which I replied I would. She said that breakfast would be delivered soon, and that I should eat up fast, then go to the toilet and bathe as they would be calling for me in one hour. When she left, breakfast arrived and I did as instructed and was ready by the time my hour was up.
I was told to come to the door of the cell, which I did. Some leg irons were handed to me and I was told to put them on. Next came some hinged handcuffs, to be put on with my hands behind my back, this I did as well. I was told to back up to the cell door, where I was then fitted with more cuffs at my elbows, plus a pair of thumb cuffs. I didn't know it at the time, but what I was to experience in the next few hours, was going to do more to break my spirit than anything they had done to me in the past few days. I was led from my cell, out towards the barn where I suffered so much when I arrived. I hoped that this was not going to happen to me again this time. When I arrived in the barn, I was shown my next form of torment. It would be simple, yet painful to endure. I was to have my wrists lashed to a long pole, so my arms would be wide spread both up and out. This pole was to be raised so I would be hanging in mid air. In due course, this was done. To make things more difficult for me, my ankles were tied together as well, and a rope from these was tied to a belt they tightened around my waist. I ended up hanging by my wide spread arms, with my legs doubled up behind me. I was then warned that if I was to cry out at any time during the next stage of my training, they would make sure I would suffer a very serious form of punishment, which would leave me struggling to survive the experience.

They wheeled my precious motorbike into the center of the barn. They then systematically started to dismantle it into smaller parts. The seat and tank came off, then the rest of the body work, followed by the chrome and wheels, then every single piece was pulled apart and stacked in a heap right in front of my eyes. Fearing the torture I might receive, I silently cried tears of anguish, which wracked my body as I sobbed. My breasts exploded in pain as the bitch whipped me with a crop. Yelling at me to open my eyes and watch. I opened my eyes and cried to myself as my pride and joy became pieces of spare parts. The bitch just laughed at me and told me not to worry, as I was going to be transported along with my bike, to the next step of my journey. I watched as my bike was packed for the journey. The bitch told me this was done so that there would be no trace of me or my bike for anyone to track down. They wouldn't even bury it on the land, all traces of my presence had to go. Before my eyes I watched the way my bike was going to disappear. They simply put it into a machine, along with piles of hay, it all ended up coming out of the machine as bales of hay, with no sign of my precious bike. I was left to hang there while they readied a television and video for my benefit. A video was started and I was told that this was an example of what my training was for. It was imperative I took notice of this video, as when I arrived at my next training home, I would be put through my paces, and if I was not up to scratch, I would suffer for my lack of knowledge. The video showed me people doing things to women that I just couldn't imagine. There were images of girls dressed up in outfits of chains, straps and many other devices, all acting like Ponies! They were wearing harnesses and other things which enabled there owners to hook them up to buggies and other carriages, there to be controlled with whip while they acted for all the world like any normal horse should, except they were human ponies! The video then showed how to behave when being prepared for duty, and how to stand while all the restraints were put on, including the internal devices for pacifying wayward ponies. It showed the housing stables where the ponies lived, and how they ate their food, went to the toilet and were groomed before and after work duties. When this video finished, another one was put on. This one showed some of the treatments used to correct the behavior of ponies that misbehaved. Hanging there in mid air, two things became clear to me, one was that I didn't want to have any of those punishments inflicted on me, the other was that the manner of restraint meant there would be no real chance of escape. Then it was time for me to be readied for the trip to my new home, along with my bike.

I was given something to drink before my preparation began in earnest. I was firstly fitted with a discipline hood with a breathing tube. This was fitted to me while I was still hanging from the rafters of the barn. Then I was let down, and my bondage began for real. By this time I was past fighting. I just let them do what they wanted. I ended up being bound into a tight Ball Tie. Ropes and leather straps held me prisoner. I was totally immobilized. I was bound into a ball with my arms up in between my shoulder blades, tied to a ring at the back of a wide collar. My body was scrunched up, my legs bound at all possible places, then my feet were bound back to my thighs. Even my toes were tied together. I couldn't even move my head, as the hood had rings on it which they used to immobilize that as well. I was picked up and carried a few feet, then they put me into something like a box. Although I didn't know it, it was just that. A box designed for the transport of captive females, which was disguised as a hay bale. I was totally invisible to anyone from the outside world. In due course, I was loaded onto the truck along with my disguised motorbike, and of we went to my new home.

CHAPTER EIGHT

I had no idea how long I was trussed up in the fake hay bale, but when I was finally unloaded from the truck and taken to my new home, I was glad to be free from my contorted position. They untied me from my transport position and hosed me clean, then left me in what I guessed to be a stable. I still had the discipline hood on my head, and they had placed a chain around my ankle. Apart from that I was free. I tried to undo the hood, but found it to be locked onto my head. With nothing else to do, I luxuriated by stretching my pain wracked limbs. It wasn't long before I heard some activity in my stable. I was instructed to stand up, which I did. Next I had a chain locked around my neck. When this was done, the chain on my ankle was removed. One of my feet was lifted from the floor, and a shoe was pulled onto it. I realized it was a boot, as I could feel it up my calf. Next the same process was repeated with the other foot. I had one foot lifted and placed on a box or something and I was instructed to lace the boot up as tight as I could. I did this and then had to do the same with the other foot. I realized the boots were like the ones I had seen on the video. Very tall heels but shaped like a horses hoof. When this was done, a harness of some sort was slung over my shoulders. Straps hung down all over my body and I shuddered at the thought of being bound into all this rigging. Either way it didn't matter, as that is what happened and I did nothing to stop it. Before long the straps were holding me prisoner. My arms were gathered together behind me, wrists and elbows together. Straps captured them to my body, wrapping around my body above and below my breasts. More straps around my waist and hips, further restricting my movements. Plus the horrible strap through my pussy, holding an enormous plug into my rear. I was sure it was like the ones I had seen on the video, with a horse like tail trailing behind. Next a hobble was fitted between my knees, restricting my steps. Throughout all this I was still a prisoner of the hood, which was now to be removed. First the chain around my neck was removed, then the hood unlocked. As it was removed I caught my first glimpse of my new owners and environment. The light hurt my eyes and my skin and hair were soaked in sweat. Drool had gathered in the hood and to clean me up, they simply dumped a bucket of water over me. I restrained myself very well by not reacting visibly. The man in front of me then asked me if I wanted a drink, to which I replied, 'yes master'. Water was given, water was drank, then it was back to my preparations. Next came a stiff full collar, which limited my movement. A bit gag was presented in front of me, as if I was supposed to know what to do. I opened my mouth and got the first taste of the gag which would define my life as a ponygirl. The gag was quite vicious and the harness went all over and around my head. The straps from the gag also attached to the collar, along with a set of blinkers to restrict my vision. The final part of my preparations involved a pair of weighted nipple clamps with bells on them. When these went on, I winced at the pressure, as well as the final indignation these made me feel. A pair of reigns were clipped to the bit, and I was led outside for further initiations and training.
When he led me outside, I suddenly discovered I was not alone, for there were others dressed just like me. I was astounded, and whatever hope I had left for a normal future, or some form of escape seemed to fade away. I couldn't stop myself from crying. The pull on the reigns compelled me to follow, accompanied by the jingle of my nipple bells. I was led to another group of ponygirls, all outfitted the same as myself. We were led to the front of an open coach, where we were fixed into place for work as horses. I was positioned at the back, nearest the coach. We were fixed in three pairs, the six of us to suffer this indignity. Once the harnesses were fixed, the hobbles were removed and I was given my instructions in very simple terms. I was to do what the others did, and told not to fall over or else I would pay for it very dearly. I felt the reigns snap, followed by a whip ripping into my flanks, and we were off. I struggled to keep in step with the others, and somehow managed to keep up. It was very hard to jog along with my arms pinned to my back, but before long I was doing OK. The hardest part was coping with the pressure exerted by the big plug filling my rear. The bit gag made every moment horrible, and before long the drool was flowing from my mouth. The bells on my nipples kept me aware of my servitude and in general I was miserable. It was not a trip you could call memorable, this because of the effort required to concentrate and keep pace with the other more experienced ponygirls. The blinkers and wide collar kept me focussed, and the view from where I was consisted mainly of the girls in front of me. I could see things in the distance and realized we were on some form of dirt road. After about 20 minutes, we crested a rise and came to a collection of buildings resembling a small country township like something out a goldrush movie. The brakes on the coach stopped us in the center of the town. People came out to greet us and the hobbles were once again strapped about my knees. Before being freed from the train of ponygirls, a leather strap was fitted around my head. This caused the blinkers to become a blindfold. I felt myself being freed and then the reigns were used to lead me away from my place of rest. I was led around for a while and heard comments and whistles from some of the people in this town. I was told that I was to climb some steps which were in front of me, which I managed to do without falling over. I was led a few feet further and told to stop. A chain was fixed to my collar and was tightened up. It led upwards to something above, and held me in one place. Next the hobbles were removed and I was instructed to spread my legs. I did this as best as I could, and then a spreader bar was locked to my ankles, holding me spread for all to see. Under my blacked out vision, I cried silent tears of despair. I heard a voice calling out for all to gather round for the auction of the newest arrival, which I guessed was me.
The gathering was told that I would be available for inspection by all for the next 10 minutes, by which time the bids would begin. They were told the initial period of ownership would be six months, after which I was to be returned for auction to the next owner. The training program would be the standard one, with a major in breast control due to the perfect nature of my perfect full nippled pair. The next few minutes consisted of many hands feeling me up, squeezing my tits, jingling my nipple bells and basically abusing my flesh. The auction started with some basic information about my capture and experiences so far, which earned some laughs and hoots from those gathered around. Next came the very unpleasant part, which was explained to all as the skin threshold tests. This basically meant a lashing with the crop and various whips to gauge my responses, both emotionally, verbally, and the amount my skin marked up. I struggled and screamed but could not do anything about the flogging that followed. With this test over, they started the bidding in earnest. For this part of the proceedings, they kept me in the dark, as all bids were signaled, not giving away the actual amount of the bid. This continued for some time, my eventual owner being loudly applauded by all.

The person who purchased me came up to me on the platform, and gave me a good feel up, as well as a tight squeeze on my sensitive titties. I was set free from my spreader bar and then had the hobbles locked onto me again. The chain on my neck was loosened, and the reigns were grasped as I was led away. Back down the steps and heading of to my next place of torment, I was handed off to someone else. Various people came up to feel me up further, telling my handler that my mistress had purchased well, and that they were looking forward to watching me in training. I discovered by listening that it was a woman who owned me, and that her name was Francine. Any other details escaped me. Soon I was instructed to stop, and then to back up a step or two. This done, I felt myself being fitted into a more thorough harness, which buckled to my existing one. It was designed for use with a single pony, and as such it was heavier around the waist, so that the poles of a buggy could be attached at the sides. In order to fit me into it, my arms were freed from my body momentarily, to buckle it around my middle. Next my arms were redone, but this time they were crossed over up between my shoulder blades. The person who was restraining me did this mercilessly, and I ended up very tightly strapped, and in some deal of discomfort. A final strap went around my body and my arms, holding them tightly to my back made me wince in pain. For a second I thought he was finished, but there was still more restraining to be done. A small single glove was bundled over my hands, this was then laced up tightly, causing me to assume a prayer like position with my hands, taking away even that small amount of freedom. But the most evil part of my bondage was yet to be attached.
I felt him loosen the strap holding my butt plug in place and tormenting my pussy. Then he instructed me to open my legs as far as they would go. He then filled my pussy with a huge rough dildo, and removed the plug from my rear. I hoped he wouldn't try to put a larger one in my ass, because the one that was in there hurt bad enough. But it was to something much worse that filled my rear only seconds later. It still had the long tail to make me imitate a horse, but the thing he shoved up my rear was quite diabolical. Shaped like a large fishing hook, it went into my anus with some effort, but what made this so bad was still for me to discover. The eye of the hook went up my ass crack and finished just below my waist. It had a rope attached to the end of it and it was this that was soon to cause me so much pain. Then he made it worse. He came around to the front of me and undid my weighted nipple bells. Then he tied thin twine to my nipples, behind the barbell shaped piercings. Then he clamped the weighted bells onto my nipples once more. He was almost laughing when he told me that this next bit was his favorite and that he wished he could see my eyes when he did the next bit of restraint. As soon as I felt the fingers at my bit gag I pleaded with him from behind my gag to stop. But all he did was laugh, and tie the twine from my nipples to my bit gag. Both sides, left and right got equal treatment. He pulled them tight until my head was as far forward as the stiff collar would allow. But still the pain in my nipples was terrible. My nipples were now being pulled upwards to the bit gag, and were still weighted by the bells. I knew this would be very bad as soon as I had to jog in front of the buggy, with any movement causing me further harm my already tormented titties. But then things got much worse. He went back around me and picked up the rope attached to the hook shaped butt plug, and I felt him tying it to the ring at the top of the bit gag harness. I squealed at him and was pleading, 'No, Nnoooo', but it made no difference. As he tightened the rope, the hook shaped butt plug went further up my already stretched rear, and caused my head to tilt backwards to ease the pain, immediately increasing the pull on my nipples at the front. When he pulled it tighter, I screamed in agony and at that point he tied it off and then set to work affixing the buggy poles to my harness.

CHAPTER NINE

By the time my mistress arrived to see how things were progressing, I was crying constant tears of despair. Not a word was said as she unbuckled the hobble between my knees, walked around me to do an inspection of my restraints, then gave my strings and ropes a twang with her fingers to see how much distress I was really in. She soon found out when I howled at the torment this did to my nipples and anus. Next she clipped something to the rope at the back of me, and gave it a test. It was a third reign. When she pulled on this, it pulled the rope between my hook plugged rear and the top of the harness gag away from my body, causing my head to bend backwards. This in turn vastly increased the pull on my nipples caused by the twine from the bit gag linked to my titiies. I howled even louder. Next she went behind me, undid the leather strap holding the blinkers over my eyes, hopped into the single buggy and even before my eyes adjusted to the bright light, whipped my exposed rear and flicked my reigns to make me move off forwards. I winced with every step. My proud titties bounced as I went, every step seemed to tear at my nipples. When I tried to ease this pain by tilting my head forwards, the hook in my rear filled me even more painfully. This is without even considering what the giant dildo filling my pussy was causing me to feel. I knew that even through all the pain, the dildo in my pussy was causing my juices to flow. I knew that within minutes my body would want release, even if the rest of me was suffering so much. Every step I took was sheer torture. I couldn't imagine life like this, and all I could think of was getting to where we were going and then maybe being released from this hell, even if it was into another. In the end my pussy betrayed me. I came with a controlled rush. I managed to stay on my feet and keep going. These bastards knew how to control the female body all to well.
We finally arrived at my new prison. With tears filling my eyes, I felt fingers closing the blinkers over my eyes once again, and the strap tightening to change the blinkers into a blindfold. The harness hobble went back on my knees, and without a word the mistress was gone. She had owned me for over an hour by now, and still she had not said a word to me. It was as if I did not exist. I felt lower than even a real horse, for at least their owners spoke to them. Some minutes later, a handler came for me, and released me from the buggy. I was led away to another area where finally the cruel twine binding my nipples to my bit gag were untied. Slowly the rest of my pony tack and bindings were removed. Before my arms were freed, my hoof like boots were removed and my feet were locked into stocks. My arms were then freed and handcuffs were put on instead. Even though they were behind me, it was good to be this free. Next up it was time for a wash, and once again it was no simple procedure. A chain was snapped onto the handcuffs and I was bent forward at the waist, to find that I was bent over a bar. My hands continued to be raised until they were pulled up almost vertical. The chain was pulling them further forward until my body was horizontal over the bar, and my arms were straight up behind me. I then received a rough was with cold water and stiff brushes. Finally my gag and blinkers came off, and my hair was washed as well. I was toweled down and then left there to contemplate my fate.

After an hour or so like this, my arms and shoulders ached and I could not get comfortable in any position. Not long after, two handlers came for me and I was once again not looking forward to my next form of torment. My arms were released and I was stood up straight. Another pair of cuffs went onto my elbows, and a pair of thumb cuffs went next. A pair of ankle chains followed before my feet were released from the floor stocks, and a chain was clipped to the thumb cuffs. This chain they pulled through under my legs and it was by this that I was led to my next level of training. I was taken to a large bedroom in the house, where I saw the item I was to be bound to. It was a T shaped pole, which ended about waist height. Instead of being bent over it, I was told to kneel in front of it. I ended up with my arms over the back of the pole, supported by the T shaped top of it. The cuffs came off, the ropes went on, and the pain once again wracked my shoulders. As the elbows came together, I winced in pain. Next a spreader bar went between my knees, but not until they were pulled back so the spreader bar was behind the upright pole! I was hanging over the bar, with my body arched out forwards and all the weight taken by the pole behind my back, everything weighing on my arms. Even as I was, there was to be no escape. To ensure I couldn't move, ropes were added to ensure this was so. The ankle chains were removed and a further spreader bar went onto my ankles. My legs were bent double and a rope was tied from my bound elbows to the center of the bar on my ankles. They lifter me higher, so the T bar was carrying all my weight, high up my back, crushing my biceps. When the ropes were tightened, I was in a very painful position. The last bit of torturous binding to be added went around my waist. When my waist was pulled back towards the pole, I cried out slightly, which resulted in the rope being pulled even tighter. Somehow I managed to keep silent this time. The pull on my thighs from being stretched like this was enormous. I was told to close my eyes, which I did. Almost immediately I had stiff masking tape wound around my head at eye level, sealing my eyes shut and rendering me temporarily blind. To extend my period of suffering, they warned me to remain silent, then wound some rubber bands tightly onto my nipples, causing them to painfully protrude from my tits. I moaned in agony as they did this, my titties feeling like their tips were on fire. Lastly, they played with my pussy, spreading my lips and playing with my sensitive clit. When I became aroused, they clamped a large spring loaded clip to my clit, then attached a weight to it, increasing the pull on my most sensitive private part. I knew this would become unbearable before too long, and just silently cried at my current predicament. With this done, they closed the door and left me there.

Minutes later, the mistress entered the room to find me still whimpering in pain. She came up behind me and I felt her fingers slowly tracing the shape of my shoulders. She touched her fingers to my lips, and I heard her say, ' sshhhhh', telling me to stay quiet. She continued to trace the outlines of different parts of my body, sending shivers down my spine. It was the first time in the last week or so that anyone had touched me with such loving care. It would have been very nice, if it weren't for the severe manner in which I was bound. As she touched my breasts, then my nipples, I couldn't stay quiet any longer, I cried out to her, telling her how much the bands hurt and pleading for her to take them off. Instead she just 'sshhhhd' me again. Next up, I felt her fingers at my face, then at my lips. As her fingers explored my mouth, I opened it slightly for her. As her fingers found their way into my mouth, I opened it further for her, only to have a ball gag placed their for me to accept. Knowing it would make no difference to fight it, I opened wider and had the gag inserted into place. The rest of the gag was buckled onto me, it was a full harness gag of course. Next up her fingers once again found my tightly wound nipples, this time giving them a flick with her nails. I yelped from behind the gag, which only earned me a more viscous attack. What happened next defied reason. My new owner fitted me with another bikini top, but this time one which was a couple of sizes larger than was needed. That is because she then proceeded to fill it up with ice cubes and then leave me there to suffer.
When she returned, I was sobbing without care for what anyone thought of the act. I was now in severe distress at the effect of ice on my tightly banded nipples. Next up came the fingers once again exploring my person, but this time it was near my pussy lips. The clamp was removed, and was replaced by a large vibrator that was inserted and then strapped into place. When it was turned on, I once again experienced the now familiar torment of suffering much pleasure, whilst still feeling much pain. It was such a relief when the bikini top was removed, that I just continued sobbing, this time in relief.

It was the next stage of torture that defies the ability to describe it accurately. It felt like nails were being driven into my breasts and immediately screamed and tried to jump around to be free. Then it happened again! Then it somehow got worse. I later discovered it was hot wax from a large candle with a thick wick. But at the time it felt like nails. Hot wax on cold tits is something I never again wish to suffer. Incredibly, after my tits were almost covered in wax, the pain had lessened to a level I could withstand. By this time the fire in my loins was growing and the vibrator was bringing me nearer an orgasm, despite the intensity of the pain in my breasts. That was when she flicked my tightly wound nipples with a riding crop, which redoubled the pain in my tits. I was almost ready to pass out when I felt her hands groping me in my crotch. It was all too much and I came in a massive wave of pain wracked ecstasy.

It was then that she removed the gag from my mouth and once again 'ssshhhhd' me, before she gave me a sip of water. I heard her moving things around, then before I know it, I feel her hands on my face once more, and then I smell her womanhood in front of me. She had brought a chair or something over in front of me and had sat herself down in front of me. She slid forward and her pussy was at my mouth. Knowing what was expected of me, I started to tongue her pussy with as much interest as I could muster. After a few minutes of this, I could feel her hands tightening up around my head and I knew that I was doing a good job. I tried my best to make sure that the stud through my tongue was touching her clit and that I would make her come for real. Once again my own pleasure was rising as the vibrator was still humming away inside of me. I kept up with my own passion and tongued her for all I was worth. Minutes later, with us both approaching orgasm, she let go of my head and reached down and as we approached the point of no return, she squeezed my tightly banded nipples, making me scream in pain as I orgasmed the same time as her. Me in agony, she in ecstasy.

Luckily she remembered that I still had the vibrator humming away in my nether regions. She switched this off, but didn't remove it. Then she put the gag back into my mouth, and tried her best to loosen the bands from my nipples. This caused me so much pain that I momentarily passed out. When I came to again, she was lovingly sucking on my tormented nipples. This continued for a couple of minutes, then she removed the gag from my mouth once more. She lovingly played with my pussy, and then she began to work my clit in earnest. During this, she used her free hand to start to unwrap the tape from around my head and over my eyes. Then she picked up the vibrator and used it to excite my pussy even more. Her free hand massaged my breasts, and I felt her breast at my mouth. I eagerly sucked and nibbled for all I was worth, as sort of a reward for her now nice treatment she was giving me. Her breast disappeared from my mouth, and her mouth then went after my free nipple. The vibrator was doing its job on me and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. A brief respite occurred when she used the strap to once again hold the vibrator inside of me, and then I felt her touching me on the breasts from behind me. My heart rate soared as I neared another orgasm, when all of a sudden from behind me she held my head still and then peeled the rest of the tape from my eyes. Because she was still behind me, I couldn't see what she was about to do next, but I immediately felt it and screamed as a plastic bag descended over my head. A large thick rubber band followed it and then closed around my neck, sealing my breath off from the world. Just as I was about to come, screaming in terror and knowing I was about to die, she whipped my upturned feet for all she was worth. Knowing that struggling and screaming would only make it end quicker, I tried to hold off to see the face of the bitch who was ending my life. Instead all I saw was the riding crop as it descended from over my shoulder and onto my wax covered, tormented breasts. I orgasmed like never before, just as she came around to face me and I saw the face of my tormentor.

My breath actually stopped as I exploded in my orgasm. It was Sharyn, my friend I was supposed to be on my way to visit. She used a knife or something and slit the plastic bag on my head, then just as I was struggling for air, she once again shoved the gag in my mouth and whipped the buckles up tight. As my breathing returned to normal, she turned off the vibrator, kissed me over the gag, smiled at me and told me it was time we had a bit of a talk. Just before we did, she put the rubber bands back on my nipples and told me it that from now on I was to call her Mistress Francine, and that it had to be this way, just so I remembered who was boss.

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