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The Real Thing
By RonSa


INTRODUCTION...

Well I have surfed the net and I have looked at the pictures.
I have browsed the newsgroups and found this one. I have read all of
your offerings and a great deal of them are very very good. I mean by
this that I found that many of the stories have a fine content which I
did not expect. My only regret is that in most cases it can be seen that
they are fantasy. Now there is nothing wrong with fantasy but the real
thing is always better. Am I right or not?
My teenage years were filled with the bondage dreams that I
have seen played out in this newsgroup's offerings. I read the books and
marvelled at the bondage art from such as 'Bishop' and 'Dolcett' . The
great difference now is that at age forty two years I have had a 'hands
on' link with the very real business of Bondage.
After a night of deep thought I have decided that I will today
sit down and at least begin to try and narrate to you a factual bondage
tale. I have to begin by giving an outline of my Reason
d'être. Now my English teacher never gave me any merit marks for my work
so you will have to take my offering in the spirit it is given and gloss
over any glaring errors of language usage. I will tell it like it is.
I am Dan Durrell. I was born in Manchester, England, and
educated up to age fifteen. I think I was always a bondage freak and
can remember that my earliest encounter with the genre was at age ten,
watching a black and white movie called The Man in The Iron Mask. I
stayed and watched it three times. To get into the meat of my story I
will need to gloss over a great deal of my life and how I got to be what
I am. Suffice to say that I travelled the world with the help of
The Army and learnt a great deal of what makes our globe turn smoothly.
I learnt that to make money you had to know a way of taking it from
those who have it to spend. I never found a rich man or woman that
didn't want to buy something and I have never found anything that money
could not buy.
If you have not already worked it out, I am for all intent and
purpose a Slaver. Please remember that there are many forms of
slavery. I head a group of five and we spend our working time in
acquiring and preparing certain of our fellow humans to fulfil a role of
total subjugation to certain other fellow humans. Our product can be of
either sex but is mostly female, probably because the majority of those
who can afford our wares are male and sexual needs play a great part in
our business. It would be most unusual for us to acquire a subject and
pass her/him on to a buyer without first they stay with us some time.
Besides mental preparation for their new lives there is often a need for
us to physically prepare our charges.

CHAPTER 1...

In this chapter I will set the scene and introduce the
players. I will also try to carry you with me as I recall one of the
more interesting, to me, moments in our work. As you might expect the
scene is our base in Europe. Our workshop is a fortified castle which at
first glance might appear to have survived from the middle ages but is
in fact only some fifty years old and therefore it is internally quite
modern. The castle sits almost at the top of a quite steep rise and
lies five miles from the nearest village. It's security is maintained
by a very modern camera and computer controlled system.
Our group consists of myself, My second in command John, our
medico Maria, and the strength of the team are twin sisters Tina and
Paula. John is like me a bondage freak happy to let me handle the
business side of our arrangement. Maria was a medical student forced
to drop out of school after a clandestine affair with one of her
teachers. Tina and Paula joined us after I was able to get them out of a
rather dangerous predicament in the Middle East. A rich Arab had made a
pass at them during a holiday and they had responded by using their
professional wrestling skills to cause him very great discomfort. He had
paid to have them killed but a customer of ours had intervened and I was
able to smuggle them out of the country.
Nowadays all our business comes from our many previously
satisfied customers or by their recommending us to others. I will
relate you now the outcome of one such recommendation. The commission
came from a Chinese businessman Mr Lau, who owned and ran his own fifty
mile square island off the Malayan mainland. We were asked to acquire
and prepare to his _many_ specifications a sixteen year old Asian girl.
Mr Lau had met this girl in England and had a crush on her. She was the
daughter of a Doctor and is was to Him that Mr Lau first made his
feelings known. The girl's father had told the Chinaman that he did not
agree with arranged marriages and that Mr Lau must put his desires
directly to the girl. Now Mr Lau was fifty, fat and balding but he was
a millionaire and he thought he stood a chance. He offered himself to
the girl who instead of a politely turning her suitor down, laughed in
his face called him some nasty names. So it was that our group travelled
to England.
We maintain a house near Dover, England, which we use as base
for our English forays. We spent two months there planning the abduction
of the Girl called Gita. Maria, Tina, Paula and myself approached her
home at 4 a.m. on a night when we knew her parents would be absent. We
expected to be in and out of her bedroom in under two minutes, but for
the first time ever our plan was flawed. Instead of one sleeping
sixteen year old we opened the door on two sisters having a quiet
conversation on the bed. We could not risk leaving a witness to our
actions and so Maria gave two injections that night and our transport to
Dover carried one extra passenger.
Mahda was Gita's eighteen year old sister. As we stripped the
unconscious pair, for inspection prior to shipment I could not help but
notice how the two girl's differed. Gita was still a girl whose body
had yet to mature. In contrast her sister was a taller beautifully boned
young woman. Perhaps Mr Lau had made the wrong choice. Maria ran a
well honed hand and eye over both the girls and pronounced them fit to
travel. John went off to prepare a second travelling case for our
unexpected guest whilst Tina and Paula opened up Gita's packaging.
These cases were to my own design and consisted of a well constructed
wooden box into which was built a padded seat. Gita was placed still out
cold into her seat and secured in place rigidly at the waist, ankles,
wrists and neck by adjustable padded wooden bars which were slotted, and
then screwed into place. We now employed an idea of John's that would
ensure our cargo would have no contact with the outside world during her
travels. Maria fed a breathing tube through the girls nose and into her
airway. A polythene hood was placed over the girls head and the open end
of the tube was passed through it. I placed what resembled a spacemans
helmet over her head and attached it to the wooden structure securing
her neck. The breathing tube was passed through a hole in the front of
the helmet and another tube was fixed to a nozzle on the top. Through
this upper tube we pumped a fluid polymer resin which expanded to fill
the helmet. It set in seconds, sealing her head completely. The front
and top of the crate were screwed down and the whole process was
repeated on the sister. Our freight was ready for shipping. After we had
handed over our two pieces of cargo to our agent we five returned to our
base by the next ferry. We would spend just one evening relaxing
before our packages were delivered. After that we would need to have at
least one member of our group caring for our raw material 24 hours a
day. I spent some time on the phone to a valued customer Sheikh Ben
Akran in Saudi Arabia. Besides maintaining a thriving harem our friend
also ran a very special stable of ponies. As soon as I had laid eyes on
the lithe 18 year old Mahda I had thought of our Sheikh. "And you say
she has a dusky skin" he said after I had told him of our unexpected
prize. "You have always chosen well for me my friend Dan" he went on, "I
will of course trust to your judgement. Let me have her details when you
know them and I will send over what you need".

CHAPTER2...

The next day dawned on a cloudless April morning. We all
busied ourselves around the Castle getting things ready for our new
arrivals. At just after 11 a.m. our agents truck pulled up at the gates
and the driver announced his arrival on the phone link. By 1130 a.m.
both crates had been unloaded and manhandled to our main work area. We
removed the fronts of both crates first and found Gita still
unconscious. Mahda on the other hand showed that she was now fully
awake by the frantic movement of fingers and toes within her mobile
prison. We prefer to transfer our stock from transit container to
workshop without having to contend with their fearful struggles. To
this end both girls were given a second smaller shot of knock out juice
by Maria.
As Gita was still out cold she was an obvious starting point.
The helmet mould covering her head was removed in two sections to reveal
the spherical polystyrene ball. It was only a moments work using both
hands to break this ball apart and clear away the pieces. The inner
hood came of next, it's only purpose had been to protect Gita's hair and
skin from the polymer as it set. The breathing tube remained in place.
In the mean time Tina and Paula had unscrewed the wooden batons holding
Gita to her seat.
By now Mahda was again unconscious and Tina and Paula moved
across to uncrate her. John and I lifted Gita from the crate and carried
her to one of our specially adapted Dentists chairs. Leather straps had
been fitted to this chair and it took only moments to secure Gita by
wrist, ankle, and waist. John first busied himself at the top end of
the chair examining Gita's mouth. It was my task to clean as much area
of the girl's skin as was possible with wipes soaked in an antiseptic
solution. I started with her breasts and worked down to her Vagina as
this was to be Our starting point. Maria went to a drawer in one of the
many desks and cabinets lining the workshop walls. She returned carrying
a stainless steel dish covered by a white cloth. She drew a chair close
up to Gita's seat and put the dish onto a small stand fixed to it. The
cover of the dish was removed to reveal a modern piercing gun and a
collection of the special studs it used. I swabbed for Maria as she
made two rows of six piercings in the outer labial lips of our subject.
These were followed by single piercings to each nipple of her budding
young breasts.
John meanwhile had finished his examination and was busy at a
worktable. He returned carrying two rubber balloons, a small hand pump,
and a dish full of freshly mixed plaster. He filled the pump from the
dish and pumped a measured amount of plaster into one balloon. He then
inserted this balloon into Gita's mouth and deftly laid it onto her
lower palette. He then laid the girls tongue on top of the balloon and
pumped the remaining contents of the dish into the second balloon. He
inserted this one into her mouth and when he judged the position was as
wanted he gently closed the girl's jaw fully, forcing excess plaster
from the necks of the balloons. John held her jaw shut, checking his
watch as I cleaned the excess plaster from Gita's face. The plaster set
quite quickly and John was soon hurrying to a corner of the workshop
peeling the now unwanted balloons from his plaster casts. I left Maria
to continue her piercings whilst I followed John to watch him work.
Now Mr Lau, had not only been spurned by the girl he desired
so much, but also grievously insulted. He had decided that although he
still wanted her for his own he had no wish to hear her voice again, at
least not for the foreseeable future. We have used many methods of the
years to render our subjects silent. This was a new idea thought up by
John and agreed with Mr Lau. I was therefore leaving it to John to
complete for the first time. I watched as he used a small knife and a
further small mix of plaster to correct imperfections and reshape areas
of the casts. I left him as he began to coat both pieces with a
shellac varnish. I returned to Gita's side in time to see Maria put away
the piercing gun. I noted that both earlobes sported stainless steel
studs as did both sides of her nose and also its septum. I was unable
to see the two studs which I knew now pierced the girls tongue for she
now wore a leather strap circling her head from crown to chin holding
her jaw closed. Using dental tools Maria now drilled small holes through
the girls two upper and two lower front teeth. She was following a
drawing provided by John. Changing tool heads she also ground away a
portion of each of these four teeth where they met front and centre. I
left her to her task and crossed the workshop to see how the twins were
getting on with the older sister.
I found Mahda lying face up on a white topped work table. Tina
had just finished cleaning her off with antiseptic. Paula was busy
taking measurements of the girl and entering the resulting figures into
a book. I was again struck by the girls beauty. After completing the
measuring Paula opened a cupboard in the side of the workbench and
withdrew a box full of leather straps. I watched as the twins built
these various sized belts into a complex harness and fitted it to
Mahda's body. The started with a five inch wide padded collar and once
this was fixed around her neck a two inch wide strap was bucked to it
and passed down her front. An eight inch wide belt next encompassed her
waist and was attached to the longitudinal front strap. A similar strap
was attached to collar and belt at her back. A narrower strap was
passed from the belt at the front, between her legs and cinched up tight
to the rear of the belt. The twins next added a
head harness built up of six three quarter inch wide straps attached at
the crown to a metal ring. All six straps were fixed to a wider one
which passed around the girls head below her ears. Fixed to this strap
was a ball of hard leather which was forced into Mahda's mouth. The head
harness was then attached by four straps to the wide collar. Four cuffs
fitted to wrists and ankles completed the ensemble. The harness was
fitted at various places with metal clips, rings, and buckles. Tina used
a few of these to firstly join the ankle cuffs together and then fix the
wrists cuffs to the front of the waist belt Paula handed me the book of
measurements and then helped Tina to lift the unconscious girl from the
bench and carry her to one of the four small barred cells at one end of
the workshop. These cells are suitable only for short holding
purposes. They are only four foot square with a stone floor. They have
no furniture and the only respite from the cold floor is a small straw
mattress. We have better appointed accommodation for our charges in the
cellars of the building but these are rarely used. I watched Mahda
being secured for the time being and then went off to phone her vital
statistics to Ben Akran . It was by now time for us to have a belated
lunch break and the others joined me soon after, leaving only Tina to
watch over things in our absence.

CHAPTER 3...

Paula hurried her lunch and went back to the workshop to
relieve Tina so that she also could have a bite of food. By the time
that Tina had joined us John was excusing himself, eager to get back to
work. I suppose that we are all on a high at the beginning of a new
project and anxious to get on with our work. Nevertheless I was
determined to enjoy my lunch. I had no further real part to play in the
afternoons work except to be present when the girls woke from their
drugged sleep. It always fell to me to enlighten our guests as to their
future, both immediate and long term. Maria was always at my side at
these times, ready with a hypo full of sedative should it be required.
It invariably was.
Maria and I waited for Tina to finish her break before we
three joined the others. John was busy again at the workbench. Paula
was rummaging through cupboards and draws gathering together various
items into a wicker hamper at her feet. I joined Maria at Gita's side
as she
rechecked all her piercing and dental work of the morning. I hovered
for a moment until she nodded to me that all was well and then I crossed
to where we had secured Mahda. She was sleeping like a baby .
I left Paula to watch over her. I joined Tina who was helping
John at the workbench. She was holding steady one of two six inch cubes
of plaster which John was sawing into two halves. The second cube was
similarly bisected and all four pieces laid on the bench with cut sides
uppermost. These were John's female moulds of the casts he had made of
Gita's mouth. He had some difficulty in extracting one piece of the
original from within its section of mould but inversion, coupled with a
gentle tap from a wooden mallet did the trick. John next used various
blades and files to make adjustments to the mould sections including the
drilling of various holes. He next re-erected the cubes by fitting the
respective halves back together and binding with adhesive tape. I
would have stayed to watch the work progress but Paula called to me and
I noticed that Mahda was stirring.
Tina had finished her rummaging and was busy preparing a twin
of Gita's chair to accept the waking Mahda. Quick as a flash they had
released the cell door and before Mahda could focus her eyes the twins,
had carried her to the chair and strapped her in at the waist. They then
stood at either side of the chair holding her now struggling form. I
positioned myself in front watching the girls wide, wild eyes searching
her alien surroundings for some familiar sight. I stayed silent
watching her tackle the abject fear she must feel. She could not see
much of the harness she wore but I knew she could feel the tight wide
belt and the high collar. The chair was turned so that she could not see
her sister no matter how she twisted her head in frenzy
from side to side. She struggled to raise herself but she was no match
for the strong hands that held her shoulders down. She kicked violently
with her legs, the ankles joined as one. I was stood well clear so her
struggles came to nought.
Mahda thrashed about for fully five minutes, her gaze flashing
to and from the twins and myself. I watched her now sweat covered
breasts heaving with the exertion of her useless battle It was always
my practise to wait for this fighting to subside before communicating
with my subject. When she finally dropped back into the chair and
calmed down I began. "You are Mahda" I said softly, "You will of course
have noted that we have gagged you for the moment". My words were
immediately followed by more struggling but this time it subsided
quickly as I continued. "You will have to learn quickly my dear that
your struggling will avail you of nothing. The gag will not be removed
until we can be sure that you are calm enough not to yell and scream at
us." I paused and waited for what This time was only barely perceptible
movement. "Good", I continued , though I was ready for my next words to
be followed by a renewal of the fight. "before I remove the gag and let
you ask a few questions I have to tell you a few things. The only
persons who know where you are, are in this room. You are many many
miles from your home and your family and the chances of you ever seeing
then again are zero."
Now all of our previous guests on being hit with these cold
facts have straightway renewed the struggle for their freedom with
double their previous strength. Almost all needed to be sedated. This
dark skinned beauty threw me completely. Her eyes closed tightly and
the tears
welled up but made no struggle. She sank back into the chair and drew
her legs up as though trying to assume a foetal position. I waited for
a moment then shrugged my shoulders at Maria who was stood ready with
loaded hypo behind the chair. After a few moments Mahda opened her now
red eyes and looked straight at me. She seemed to be willing me to
reassure her. Perhaps tell her it was all a joke. That I could not do.
"OK Mahda we are going to remove your gag but be assured that any
outburst will ensure its swift replacement." Tina unfastened the buckles
holding the leather ball in place and drew it clear..
"Please, where is my sister ?- is she all right? - is she at
home?" I guessed that her first thoughts would be for her younger
sisters safety.
"Slowly now," I replied, "One question at a time. Little Gita
is here, not too far away from you now. She is unconscious but
otherwise unharmed. You may be able to see her later if you behave
yourself." This served to bring back Mahda's tears this time with her
loud sobbing quite audible. Maria went over to check that Gita was
indeed still unconscious. The sobbing receded as Mahda thought of more
questions.
"But why have you done this to us? We have done you no harm,
have we? Are you holding us to ransom? Is that it? Our family has very
little". I stopped her in mid sentence.
"I have already told you that you will never return to your
family." I watched as the tears welled up again. I toyed with telling
her that her sister had initially been our only prey but thought better
of it. "You must put all thoughts of your previous life from your mind.
From this day on you cease to have a life of your own. You will exist
only to fulfil the wishes of another. You will be owned by your master
who take your freedom and control everything you say and do." I watched
her jaw slowly drop at my words, yet still there seemed no fight in her.
"This cannot be", she said at last, "You must kill me. I
cannot live without my family. What have you done with Gita?" Her words
rose to a shout as she shook her head from side to side. "You cannot do
this to us, you cannot." I motioned the twins to replace the gag and for
Maria to administer the sedative. Mahda could easily be handled by the
twins but it would be a long time before she was resigned to her fate.
It would be better that she at least be artificially calmed for a
while. It was always my intention to replace the gag after this
session. It helps to keep our subjects peaceful if they believe that
their co-operation will relieve them of the gagging.
"Listen carefully Mahda" I said, "The injection you have been
given will not knock you out but I hope it will help calm you down. We
have a great deal of work to do to get you ready for your new life. You
cannot change these plans for your future. There is no going back and
you will find your stay with us much easier to bear when you eventually
accept that." I left her then, in the capable hands of Tina and Paula.
Gita was still dead to the world as I passed her chair but I
noticed that she had had an accident and urinated in her sleep. Maria
was cleaning her up and replacing the seat panel in the chair with a
sanitised spare. Before we bed these girls down for the night they
would be fed, toiletted and washed. I joined John just as he was
breaking open his two moulds once again. Within each now sat a smoothly
shaped solid object made of clear plastic resin. John wiped away traces
of plaster from these pieces and placed them one on top of the other so
that as one the formed roughly the shape (and size) of a pear. He still
had much work to do and I was eager to watch. One of these resin forms
was quite shallow and this was the piece that was moulded to lie on
Gita's lower palette. The indentation in the shape of her tongue was
clearly discernible. John pointed out that surface of that area now
consisted of rows of shallow points. He taped the two sections together
and then marked of four points on the lower piece. He drilled small
holes right through this lower and into the upper section. I passed him
four thin stainless steel pins from a tin open on the table as he again
separated the two parts. After dressing the drilled cavities in the
lower piece with a touch of epoxy adhesive he located the pins in the
holes and pushed them home so that about three quarters of an inch of
each remained to mate with the holes in the top section. One of these
pins was set through the area on which Gita's tongue would lie. This
pin and the serrated surface of the resin would suffice to keep her
tongue held firmly within the appliance. John checked the fit of the
two halves and then again separated them. His attentions now turned to
the upper section alone. I helped him to secure this into a vice using
pieces of wood to protect the resin finish from the metal jaws. He then
marked the block and drilled a half inch diameter hole straight through
it from its narrow end to the wider one. The diameter of the drilling
was then increased at this wide end to a depth of about three quarters
of an inch. I was watching so intently that I was startled when Maria
tapped my shoulder.
She tapped her wristwatch. "Time for tea Dan?" she asked. I
had lost track of time and was surprised to find that it was fast
approaching 5 p.m. I turned to see how Tina and Paula were doing with
Mahda. They were still busy.
"How about I bring us some coffee and we can have our meal
later after we have put the girls to bed?" The question was aimed at
Maria but all nodded an acceptance of the idea.
"OK, but I will get the coffee Dan," said Maria, "You know
your coffee is always too weak." I nodded and conceded with a smile. I
much preferred to stay and watch John work anyhow. Maria's coffee did
taste better.
John was nearing the end of his construction. He held up a
clear flexible tube just over a foot long. Attached to one end of which
was a hollow steel fitting. The tube was fed through the drilled hole
from the wide end. It was a tight fit by design. It passed through
much easier once I was able to help by pulling the end as it emerged at
the other side of the resin block. When the steel end of the tube
reached the block John coated the it with more of the epoxy and tapped
it home into the resin with a mallet. From his box I handed him a small
white ivory ring. He screwed it loosely into the steel tube ending and
then located another stainless steel tube piece The end of this was
pushed within the first and was locked home with an audible click. A
half twist freed it with a similar sound. John removed the ivory ring
and looked up at me with a smile. "All ready Dan". Maria returned with
the coffee as if on cue. Gita was still out cold and that was how we
wanted her until the next bit was complete. I pulled a table up beside
Gita's chair and placed on it the coffee and some biscuits Maria had
thoughtfully brought. We all five then gathered round to enjoy a short
break. Tina asked me when I expected Sheikh Ben Akran's courier to
arrive. "It usually only takes him a few days to get the stuff ready
and it is usually delivered within the first week. A lot can be done
before he even gets the measurements. I know he starts his people
working when I first give him notification of a new acquisition.
We all gathered round Gita with our drinks as John started
work on her. He first removed the stud that Maria had inserted in the
girl's tongue and after swabbing the tongue with antiseptic her laid the
slimmer half of the device onto her lower pallet. He gently drew her
tongue forward and without too much trouble located the piercing onto
the steel pin and eased the tongue down until the pin had penetrated it
fully. John had greater difficulty with the next task. He began by
feeding the open end of the tubing down into Gita's throat but the
unconscious girl gagged at his attempts and he was frightened of waking
or even choking her. Maria took over and the tube quickly began to
disappear from view. "You have to be quick John" Maria said. "feed the
tube down into the gullet quickly before your patient misses even one
breath." John made a mock bow with a deep smile on his face.
"Thanks Doc" he joked. Maria passed the resin block to John and
pulled open Gita's jaw as wide as she could to allow the insertion of
this last piece of the appliance. This too was not without its
difficulty, but patience paid off when at a third attempt the object and
the fingers of John's right hand slid into the open mouth. He deftly
located the drillings in the upper piece with the four pins in the
base. A little pressure below Gita's jaw with his left hand and the two
pieces mated as one. John withdrew his fingers and completed closing
the jaw until the upper and lower teeth met. Protruding through the gap
that Maria had cut away in Gita's teeth was just a few millimetres of
the steel fixture set into the resin. John now placed some adhesive on
the ivory ring and screwed it onto the steel fitting just finger tight.
Maria inserted a bit into the dental drill, started it up and
passed it to John. With Maria now holding Gita's jaw firmly closed John
located the drill in the holes bored previously through the four teeth
and drilled beyond them into the resin. From his tin he produced four
small ivory shafts. He coated these in the epoxy and pushed them home
thereby fixing upper and lower teeth to the top structure of resin. This
would keep Gita's jaw firmly closed, which in turn kept the two halves
of thing mated and completely filling her mouth. When the adhesive set,
which would be under and hour, Those pins would need to be drilled out
of their seating before any attempt could be made to free Gita from her
enforced silence. With her lips naturally closed there was no hint of
the restriction hidden within. John parted her lips and even from a
short distance the only thing out of place was the dark half inch
diameter gap in the girls teeth. The remaining piece of steelwork was
now inserted through this gap and into its female counterpart. Again
the audible click marked its joining to the whole device. A pull failed
to unseat this tube extension but the half twist did the trick again.
This tubing was of course the route by which Gita would receive
all future sustenance. It should cause her no real dietary problems but
it would of course deprive her of the means of tasting her food. That
might or might not be a disadvantage considering her new home. Anyway I
was pleased to see this first task in Gita's reassignment completed. We
had a long way yet to go before she would be physically ready for her
transfer to Mr Lau's care.

CHAPTER4...

It was time to check on how Mahda was coming along. Tina and
Paula had left her alone but secure in her chair whilst she was quiet to
join me in watching John completing the sealing of Gita's mouth. It was
left to Maria to get Gita ready for her first night in our care. There
was still Mahda to deal with, tonight she too would remain strapped to
her chair. Tomorrow she would be moved to other quarters in the
building. I had decided that before the move it would do no harm, and
perhaps some good, to let Mahda see her younger sister whilst no visible
harm had come to her. The labial and breast piercings would be hidden
from view, for when Maria had finished her ministrations Gita's torso
would be covered by a sheet and blanket for the night.
Mahda was still calm and obviously deep in thought when I
approached her. "OK Mahda you have behaved for us and so I am going to
let you reassure yourself that Gita is unharmed before we bed you down
for the night.". I waited for some reaction but there was none. It was
as though she had not heard me speak. "In the morning you will be
moving out of this room and it may be some time before you see your
sister again. The length of that time may well depend upon your future
behaviour. Is that understood?" A slow but steady nod followed by tears
was my reply. From the corner of my eye I had been watching Maria and
saw that she had now covered Gita. I slowly spun Mahda's chair so that
she faced Her sister. There were more tears for a moment and then she
turned her head and looked up at me. Whatever request her silent mouth
wanted to voice I would go no further than this short glimpse. I walked
from the room leaving Tina to return Mahda's chair to its starting
position.
During the evening meal that night we discussed the next days
plan. I quizzed Maria on what would be the result, medically, of
maintaining Gita in an unconscious state for a prolonged period. Maria
said that it was not really on. Although she might be easier to for us
to handle in such a condition Maria did not recommend it. With the right
intensive care equipment to handle
anything that went wrong might not be dangerous but we did not have such
expensive kit. It had only been an idea and I was not prepared to take
any chances with our expensive raw material.
Tina said that she would take the first night watch over the
girls. Mahda's move tomorrow meant that she would from then on be
quartered without any watch over her. Because of what Gita was to
undergo I wanted the 24 hour cover to remain for her for the near
future. Tina would in any case get some sleep during the night. So
long as the girl's did not come to grief she would have little to do.
When I retired that night I was happy that all was so far going to
plan. In the morning I would assist Paula in Mahda's move and help in
preparing the girl for training for her new life. Paula would then
begin the training regime, one on one. Maria, John and I would all play
a part in Gita's day. I pondered for a while upon whether I should have
made an attempt to place Mahda with her sister, in Mr Lau's care. The
more I thought of her lithe young body so well suited to Sheikh Ben
Akran's uses, the more content I was that my decision on her future had
been the right one.
The next day dawned misty but promised some spring weather for
later on. When I got down to breakfast John and Maria had already eaten
and gone off to the workshop. Tina was eating with Paula and talking
over Mahda's move. "I thought you would be in bed by now Tina" I
queried.
"Well I had a quiet night. Mahda sobbed for an hour or two off
and on but Gita slept right through until about a half hour ago." (Tina
certainly seemed fresh enough). "I got Maria down to see her as she was
thrashing about a lot and even screaming behind that thing John fixed in
her mouth".
"Any trouble in sedating her?" I asked. I expected that if
there had been a problem Maria would most likely have woken me.
"No, but she is quite a strong one that. She managed to break
one of her straps before Maria quieted her some". Tina obviously had
some respect for the girl judging by the way she had stressed her words.
By the time I appeared in the workshop Maria was busy feeding Gita a
prepared meal of rolled oats and vegetable pieces that had been boiled
up and then liquidised. This bland but wholesome diet now filled an
inverted bottle hanging from a medical drip stand and attached by tube
to the steel union protruding from Gita's mouth. Maria was controlling
the flow rate via finger and thumb and watching that there were no
complications. Gita did not even need to swallow as the food was passed
directly into her stomach via the tube. She hardly seemed to notice my
arrival on the scene. I noted that her eyes were red but so also were
her cheeks. "Had to do a bit of face slapping" Maria said, noting my
interest in her face, "until the sedative took effect she was quite
hysterical ".
"You could have woken me, you know that Maria" I replied.
"Not really necessary" she added, "A couple of quick slaps
usually shocks enough to do the trick. She knew all about her
predicament by the time I arrived. Strong girl our Gita. Broke this
wrist strap and almost get her other hand free before Tina regained the
initiative. She had already let her fingers do some exploring but I
don't think she could figure out why her mouth wouldn't open." Maria
touched one of the studs in Gita's nose. "Managed to get this out though
before she was stopped".
Whatever, Gita now seemed calm enough and the stud had
obviously been easily replaced. John had been busy in a cupboard and
now returned with a tray containing an assortment of stainless steel
rings. "These all check out" he said. "they are all sized properly".
Maria had finished feeding Gita and deftly removed the tube coupling
from between her lips. Maria cleaned her face with a wet towel and then
swabbed all the piercing she had made yesterday. She applied a cream
liberally upon all the studs and then one by one removed them and
replaced each with one of the steel rings from the tray. These rings
were one sixteenth of an inch diameter, purposely double the diameter of
the studs they replaced. They appeared to cause no new discomfort to
Gita but the sedative she had received also had a slight numbing
effect.
John placed something new onto the tray alongside the studs.
It was an egg shaped ring with a flat profile. It filled Maria's palm
when she picked it up. When she turned it over twelve evenly spaced
short posts could be seen projecting from that side. Maria spread the
girl's pierced labia and laid the ring within them, against her inner
sex. The ring was formed to a slight curve so that its flat side
followed the contour of Gita's body. It's narrower end positioned lowest
and towards her rear. In this position each of the posts lay adjacent to
one of the twelve rings that pierced the Labia. But these posts were
not there to carry the rings. Eventually they would occupy that pierced
flesh. Each morning the diameter of the rings would be increased until
the piercings were of a size able to accept the ovoid's pins, and this
would just be a beginning. Maria replaced the large ring on the tray
and it was returned to the cupboard by John. From the corner of my eye I
had watched Paula remove Mahda's gag after
warning her that she would not be fed if she uttered even one sound. Her
diet was a spoon fed copy of Gita's. It would change as her training
progressed, as would the method of intake. After her breakfast she
would be freed from her chair and walked from the workshop, across the
courtyard and into her new quarters. With Tina's decision not the take
some sleep time, I would not be required to be part of the move. I
turned to Maria. "Is Gita up to being moved into the frame Now?" I
asked, "I would like to get it sorted before I see Mahda set up for
training."
"I don't see any problem," Maria replied, "It will be easier
with three of us anyway." I motioned John to come and assist me in
wheeling what we called the frame, close to Gita's current location. It
was a device made by ourselves from hollow steel tubing and fittings
similar to those used for scaffolding. A rectangular base some ten foot
long supported two uprights which were topped with lockable swivel
joints. These joints joined the uprights to a further
rectangular construction seven foot high and five foot wide. mounted
within this rectangle was another such frame which had its swivel joints
joining the two frames at the top centre and bottom centre. A harness
made up of variety of leather straps hung within this last frame.
After locking the frame in an upright position John and I
freed Gita from the chair straps and carried her to the harness. We
supported her whilst Maria fitted the harness around her torso with a
wide strap between her legs and at her waist and a series of narrower
straps around her upper body and shoulders. The shoulders straps were
linked to two tethers that were fixed to the top of the frame. As We
lifted the girl Maria adjusted these tethers until Gita was clear of the
ground. John the fixed leather cuffs around her ankles and tethered
these to the base of the rectangle whilst Maria used similar bindings to
attach her wrists to the uprights. More straps were used to connect the
torso harness to various points around the frame. When we were
satisfied that all these straps had been properly tensioned I loosened
the swivel joints and moved the frame to a roughly horizontal position.
Whilst doing so I had seen the twins departing with Mahda. I left Maria
and John to check that all was well with Gita and made my way by another
route to join the trio.
Mahda's new home was about the same size as our workshop. It
was however more spacious as there was only one small workbench and
cupboard in the room. Along one wall three stalls had been built. And in
the centre of the room was a wooden beam that ran from floor to
ceiling. Tina stopped Mahda at the first stall they came to. Paula had
followed the pair in, carrying the hamper she had filled the day before
in the workshop. The stall was empty save for a straw covering on the
stone floor. Paula put down her load and went to the cupboard whilst
Tina opened the half door of the stall and steered Mahda inside "Today
is the day your rudimentary training begins Mahda". I started. "When you
finish here you will be shipped off to your new master. By then you
should be ready to begin training in earnest with him to become the
newest member of his pseudo equine stock" I watched her brain working
on my words. "To put it another way Mahda your are going to become a
ponygirl" With that she swooned away to a dead fate onto the straw of
the stall. It was to be expected, but I had thought that Mahda though
shocked would had stood transfixed, and remain erect at the news. The
twins decided that this was probably the best moment for their charge to
be fitted with her first set of training
accoutrements.
From the basket Paula drew a pair of boots made from coarse
leather. The boots had neither sole nor heel but instead the toes
disappeared inside a pair of wooden hooves. These mock hooves measured
about six inches in length and width and were some 3 inches deep. In
under a minute the cuffs had been removed from Mahda's ankles and her
feet roughly forced into the boots. Built into the back of these boots
was a steel plate which was formed to follow the contour of what was the
sole of the boot, the ankle and lower calf.. The boots reached almost
to the knee and when fully laced up they forced Mahda's feet down and
back so that the front of her leg and the top of her foot formed a
straight line down to the fitted hoof. The oversized hooves would serve
to help her keep her balance as she learned to walk in the confines of
these appendages. They were a fixed to the boots with just three
screws and as Mahda mastered the art of walking on them, they would be
changed for others of smaller footprint size until she was able to walk
around nimbly on just a three and a half inche base. These boots were
followed by a set of much smaller hooves mounted in long leather gloves.
Again the cuffs were removed and Mahda's fists
were balled and pushed into the gloves and against the hooves. Lacing
secured these, in a similar fashion to the boots, up to Mahda's elbows.
Fitted on the inside edge of each of the wrists of these
items was a small steel ring. To these was now attached a bar some
fourteen inches long. The twins lifted Mahda from the floor and set her
upright on her new footwear. The hooves and shaped boots added just
under a foot to Mahda's already adequate height so that she now towered
over her two minders. With the end of her short faint the realisation
of her predicament flooded back, as did her tears. I nodded to the
twins and left them to their work.

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