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 TRAINING Day 1: Pain Kat was in shock at what was happening to her.  She
struggled against her bonds as she was carried out of the office. 
Squirming like mad and whimpering against the ball gag, she tried her
hardest at breaking the grip of the ones who carried her.  They held on
firmly with iron hands, holding her still against any movement that she
tried.  She felt herself hauled into the elevator, and the car descended
below the lobby level.  Time passed and she spent every moment in
rebellion, squirming and screaming, unheeded the entire time.  Eventually,
the elevator stopped and she was carried out into a damp hallway.  The
bulbs hanging every ten feet, lightening and darkening her mask as they
carried her, illuminated the passageway with a loud buzzing sound.  They
passed, one by one, over her head, as she stared into the blackness. 
Finally, she was lugged through a steel door and slammed down upon a cheap
card table in the middle of the room.  The two pairs of hands that had
carried her untied her arms and let her legs down slowly.  She tried to
scratch them, but her slim arms were no match against the muscular limbs
that were holding them.  Finally, one hand reached up yanked the cloth from
her eyes.  They slid her off the table and into a folding chair next to it.
Attaching her arms to the sides, she faced a large screened television in
front of her.  As she looked at it, white light shone and old-fashioned
numbers started to flash by.  Ten...Nine...Eight...  After two, the screen
went blank, and a second later, a woman appeared.  She looked like a
sixties airline stewardess, complete with uniform, hair bun and pillbox
hat. She held her smile like a tour guide, and gave a wave like she was
Miss America.  "Hello," said the voice in an overly perky way.  Her smile
never wavered.  "Thank you for choosing to participate in our dominant
training course.  Over the next week, you will enjoy the process of
breaking your human spirit down through the food chain until you are
nothing.  Once again, we would like to tell you how grateful we are that
you would choose us.  Have fun.  Buh-bye," and the woman waved, still
smiling, then the screen went dark.  The two men that had been standing
behind her lifted Kat and her chair as one from the floor, and she was
leaned onto her back.  Being carried, she wondered what the hell she had
gotten herself into.  "What the hell have I gotten myself into?" she
wondered.  She was carried through a different door and into a room that
resembled the medieval torture chamber.  Inside was an assortment of
weapons on the walls, from ping-pong rackets to cat-o-nine-tails, to large
bull whips.  She stared in horror across the walls, frightened beyond
anything she had experienced before.  Around the room stood different
machinations of interrogation, from the rack and an iron maiden, to a
dunking mechanism and even a guillotine.  The chair was repositioned in the
center of the room, and the two men left.  Kat waited patiently, cruelly
imagining the usage of such weaponry upon her.  She started to shake, and
the chair squeaked in reply.  Finally, after what seemed like hours, a man
appeared dressed in hospital scrubs.  He was a short, skinny man, with
green eyes, and a surgical mask and hair net on.  She watched him
cautiously as he walked around her, eyeing her from every angle.  He
grinned, satisfied, as he returned to her front.  With a sudden movement,
he stepped forward and ripped her kimono off her shoulders and down her
arms.  Her beautiful breasts bounced out of the shroud, her nipples
immediately coming to attention against the cold air.  Kat gasped at the
rough treatment, staring daggers at the man.  What she saw started her
jerking at her bonds.  The man approached her with a long dagger.  There
was a mermaid carved into the pewter handle, hair draped over her ample
bosom, her arms upraised with a pearl between them.  It was a beautiful
piece of craftsmanship, if it hadn't been approaching her throat.  The
stranger reached for her neck with the empty hand, bringing the dagger up
with his right.  As he started on the downward stroke, Kat screamed through
her gag, echoing the walls with her fear.  The blade came down over her
left shoulder, striking the chair behind her as it ripped her robe to
shreds.  She was now topless, wearing only the bikini bottoms and the
sandals.  This was quickly remedied, though.  The sharp edge made quick
work of the flimsy materials, stripping her bare.  She sat there, half
shivering from the cold, half from utter terror.  The man's eyes conveyed a
hidden smile, and he returned to a tray in the corner.  After laying the
blade down, he reached out to the wall, grasping the ping-pong paddle.  He
turned back to her, advancing again, this time slowly, more cautiously. 
She stared at him.  "What is he gonna do," she thought.  "Paddle me?" Quick
as lightning, the man swung the paddle around, barely striking both nipples
with one blow.  Kat arched back, howling with pain behind the ball in her
mouth, but her movement only presented her breasts as a better target.  Her
scream intensified with each blow, the sandpaper-like texture to the paddle
sending excruciating waves of pain through her chest.  Again and again, the
swish of the air and the thwack of the paddle sent her reeling.  Finally,
as quick as it had begun, the punishing smacks ceased.  Kat was breathing
hard, panting against the harness.  She had never felt something that
terrible before.  She looked down at her breasts.  The areolas were red as
tomatoes, and the nipples throbbed so hard that Kat could count her
heartbeat without having to feel it.  The man watched her, studied her, as
she began to get a hold of herself once again.  Her eyes would have killed
him if they could, and she meant it.  This made him laugh.  It was more of
a guffaw, reminiscent of the old mad scientists of the movies.  He liked
her mad.  He walked back to the wall and pressed what looked like a
doorbell.  She felt the men return behind her, and herself being freed. 
They gripped her securely and reattached her arms to the wall, wrists about
three feet apart.  Kat was forced to stand there, facing the wall, unable
to move, for a long time.  She thought she had heard a noise from behind
her, and she didn't have long to wait before she realized that it was the
cat-o-nine-tails that had struck her buttocks.  They were probably striped
red, maybe bleeding, Kat didn't know, but the pain told her she was going
to feel it for a while.  Once again, the man resumed his frantic pace,
swinging left and right against her ass.  There was a pause, and Kat tried
to catch her breath.  There was a sound behind her, but she couldn't make
it out.  Something humming was scooted across the ground behind her, and
she started to worry.  Two metal things pricked against her lower calf,
about two inches apart, and all of a sudden, electricity shot between the
two points, send a bolt of pain into her leg.  She yelped, yanking against
the restraints, but the man just held the wires in place, no matter where
she moved her body.  Moving up her legs, he zapped her again and again, her
body sometimes jerking involuntarily from the voltage.  He got her across
both butt cheeks, around her ass and her pussy, over her back, on her
shoulders, and down both arms.  Her whole body was quaking against the pain
and jolt of the shock.  The man finally switched off the machine and Kat
sighed.  Before she could begin to relax, the man reached around and
roughly placed metal alligator clips on her nipples, the right one first,
then the left.  They made her howl with pain, which only made the stranger
start to giggle.  The teeth excruciatingly dug into her hard nubs,
aggravating the already sore breasts.  He then turned the machine back on,
and she arched back, sucking in a lungful of air with a jerk.  The entire
top of her body held stiff, all the muscles pulled tight as the electricity
flowed from one side to the other.  It ceased, and then started again.  On,
off, on, off, again and again she was shocked, and the man behind her
started to laugh out loud.  The bastard was enjoying this.  Kat had begun
to sag against the chains that held her against the wall.  She was about to
faint from the pain when, once again, the man stopped.  She sighed, unable
to stand on her two legs.  She had been worn out, unable to resist, but
still able to feel.  She was terrified, and the feeling only increased when
the two men came in, removed the clamps, and dislodged her hands.  They
grabbed Kat and dragged her, protesting, along the outside corridor, then
slammed her into the closed elevator doors that they had passed through
hours ago.  They held her against the cold metal, her nipples stinging
harder, as her hands were once again bound behind her back.  This time,
they held together with a plastic zip tie.  The sharp edges cut into her
wrists as it was pulled tight, and her arms were pressed into her back,
pinning her harder against the wall.  The elevator traveled only a few
floors deeper into the earth, and when they opened, Kat's hair was yanked
back, pulling her off her feet.  Her fall didn't faze the guards at all,
and they continued to drag her across the rough floor by her tresses.  Kat
attempted to scramble to her feet, but was continually tugged along, and
she barely could get a running crawl going without the use of her hands. 
They reached an underground monorail and entered it.  As the train sped up,
Kat lay on her side on the floor, gasping for breath and glancing around.
There was no one else on board except the guards, and the walls of the
cavern shot past, bare as she was.  The guards sat in the plush leather
seats, staring straight ahead.  One still had her hair firmly in his grasp,
and it obviously was going to stay there until he decided to release it. 
The train started to slow, and finally, it lurched to a halt.  Her hair
pulled her to her feet, but at least she was able to stand fully before she
was led down the dank hallway.  Ahead of her was another elevator, and like
before, she was pressed with her face and body against the wall and held
there.  It rose up quickly, giving her stomach a little drop to add to her
discomfort.  As the elevator came to rest, the doors opened on what
appeared to be a village from the middle ages, complete with castle.  Kat
had never heard about this particular area in the club, but someone,
somewhere must be interested in this time period, so the Club granted their
wish.  She was dragged between the thatched huts, being spit upon by old
crones and peasants.  Her guards took her straight to the drawbridge,
crossing a huge moat, complete with what appeared to be bones lining the
murky bottom.  Under the portcullis and through the front gates, she was
led straight to a courtyard at the center.  In the middle stood a set of
stocks on a wooden platform, surrounded by a crowd made from what looked
like the upper classes and royalty.  The stocks were made of a dark wood,
worn and weather beaten but still strong and functional.  The top half was
hinged open and her head was placed into the large curve of the lower part.
Her bonds were cut and her hands held in their own holes as the top piece
was lowered and locked into place.  One guard walked in front of her while
the other remained out of sight in the rear.  The one up front started to
call to the crowd.  "HOW MUCH DO I HEAR FOR THE FIRST CRACK AT THIS SLAVE."
One man in the middle of the crown raised a coin purse.  "TEN SHILLINGS."
"I HAVE TEN.  WOULD ANYONE LIKE TO BEST THAT?" "TWELVE," said another. 
"FIFTEEN." "EIGHTEEN." "TWENTY." Finally, after a little arguing, one man
came out the winner with seventy-two shillings.  He strode up to the stage
and handed over the bag of coins he carried.  In exchange, the large bull
whip from the torture room was given, and he grinned like a man looking at
a piece of meat.  He walked around, out of sight of Kat, and the next thing
she was aware of was a large `CRACK' and her ass stung like there was no
tomorrow.  The other man that had lost the bid ran up to Kat and received
the whip in turn.  Another `CRACK', another flash of pain.  A line started
to form and each member of the audience took their turn.  Kat passed out
from the pain after the first couple of dozen, but was awoken by a large
bucket of ice water thrown into her face, and she was conscious for the
rest, unfortunately.  The last man to approach was apparently either a
King, or a crowned Prince.  He strode up with a purple cloak, and whispered
into the guard's ear.  The guard's eyes opened wide, his mouth dropping in
a large look of astonishment, followed by an evil grin.  Kat struggled
harder against her bonds, screaming through the gag, not wanting to find
out what they had in mind.  The guard whispered to the other, and then
turned to face the crowd.  "Attention, fellow members of the gentry, it has
come to my attention that we have in our presence, A WITCH." With the final
two words, he swung around and pointed straight at Kat.  The crowd gasped
in a simultaneous intake of breath before screaming at her.  "WITCH," they
cried.  "MISTRESS OF THE DEVIL!" "EVIL!" "WHORE OF BABYLON!" Every time
someone yelled the word `Witch', some jerk in the back lifted up a large
duck, shaking it till it flapped it's wings, but the man never released it.
This caught Kat as somewhat surreal.  The guards reopened the stocks that
held her, but kept her in place as they retied her hands behind her back
with a rough piece of hemp rope.  Pulled upright by her hair, she stood
with her chin up to the sky, her head held back.  She was dragged off the
platform and into another area of the courtyard.  She couldn't see where
she was going, only the sky, but with every step, she was yelled at, spit
upon, and pelted with vegetables.  Finally, she was roughly sat on a wooden
stool.  Securely strapped to the stool, she finally was able to look
around. Beside her was a large tub of water, about ten feet across and four
feet deep.  She could barely see over the edge of the tub, but she thought
she could see small pieces of ice in it.  "WHOOF!" she mumbled into her gag
as she felt her stomach drop out of her.  She was quickly lifted up about
eight feet.  The chair was apparently attached to the end of a seesaw.  The
whole thing rotated, and before she could get ready, the stool was dropped
into the water.  The shock of the chilling liquid made her scream, and she
jerked at her bonds.  She started to shake, and her already sore nipples
stood out so hard that they seemed to be icicles of pain on her chest. 
Goosebumps shot out over her entire body, and she could almost keep her
teeth from cracking together.  She was lifted up and dunked, again and
again, until finally, she was closed to passing out.  The chair was moved
over to the side, and the guards rushed in and unstrapped her.  The picked
her up and carried her to a cage, about six feet tall, and less then two
feet square.  She was stood up inside of it and locked securely.  She
shivered and quaked, rubbing her arms and stamping her feet, trying to get
warm.  The cage was leaned over and picked up by a group from the audience,
and she was carried inside to a huge banquet room.  Mounted animal heads,
weapons, and tapestries lined the walls, and a huge table sat in a U shape
around three sides.  At the tip of the arc was a huge throne, obviously the
King's, and behind that was a roaring fire.  She was placed in front of it,
on her side, and warmed quickly from its radiance.  The rest of the crowd
entered behind her, and everyone took their seats around the table, the
King last of all.  A huge meal was served, and the wonderful odors wafted
to Kat, causing her stomach to growl.  She held it, barely able to move
around in the confines of the small cage, but as she watched, some of the
guests at the meal started to throw their trash and refuse behind them in a
careless manner.  Someone would gnaw on the t-bone of a pork chop, then
toss it over their shoulder to the floor.  A couple of dogs had appeared
out of the shadows, meeting and fighting over the scraps.  The king reached
his arm back and a large, half eaten turkey leg came flying towards Kat. 
She watched it land about a foot in front of her, and her hand shot out and
grabbed it just as a large black dog ran up.  It snatched the other end of
the bone, growling at Kat and trying to tug it out of her grasp.  Finally,
the dog opened its mouth to snatch a better grip on the bone, but before it
could, Kat yanked it inside of the cage and started to gnaw at it,
hungrily, as best as she could through the gag.  She tore off piece after
piece, slipping it through the edges of her mouth.  She had to make the
pieces small so that she could swallow them easily.  The dog sat in front
of her the entire time, growling at her and bearing its teeth, wanting the
bone.  When Kat had eaten all the left over meat from the leg, she turned
as far as she could and threw it into the fire behind her.  The dog watched
his meal burning to a crisp, and whimpered.  Looking back at Kat, it barked
once and trotted off towards another part of the room.  Kat smiled. 
Throughout the meal, Kat heard something happening in the middle of the
tables.  It was a show of some sort, and she heard music, songs, poems, and
something that was more physical.  She finally decided that is was some
part of a floor show that was entertaining the crowd, but she could not see
it.  As the evening progressed, two guards approached her cage and started
to carry her out.  The floor show halted and all eyes, guests, performers,
catering staff alike, all stared at her as she left.  Not a word was spoken
and not a sound was heard above the crackle of the fire.  Kat felt the
multitude of eyes boring through her naked body, and all she could think
about was that the guards should hurry up.  Going through the door, they
began to climb a winding staircase up.  Reaching the top, they arrived at
the pinnacle of a turret.  Kat scanned the horizon, and the sight made her
stomach drop.  She was over a hundred feet in the air and extremely afraid
of heights.  When she had visited the roof of the lodge, she always stayed
in the middle of the building, never traveling too far to the edges.  The
edges of the turret were about six feet in every direction, except for a
small jutting contraption on one side.  Her cage was stood up on end, and
Kat felt weird standing there instead of lying down.  One of the guards
went to the large machine on the side, which turned out to be one of the
old medieval winches with a slave walking around inside of a large hamster
wheel.  The guard pulled the chain from the arm of the winch and attached
it to the roof of her cage.  Kat screamed as the cage was lifted, and she
stared at the slave inside the contraption, pleading with her eyes as her
cage was swung out into the open air.  She smashed her eyelids shut and
grasped the bars like her life depended on it as the cage was lowered, inch
by inch, down to rest just below the lip of the turret, swinging free in
the breeze.  Her prison came to rest with a bump, gently shaking the cage
as it dangled high above the ground.  She opened one eye and looked down.
The village was still operating on the other side of the water, finishing
up the last duties as the day ended with the sun lowering in the west.  The
orange sky gave the horizon a beautiful coloration, but Kat barely noticed
it in her terror.  She was so scared that she even peed a little, and she
couldn't help but watch the spurt as is it fanned out below and fell for an
eternity before it sprinkled into the moat.  Kat didn't know how long she
hung there.  She squealed and held on for dear life when it shook from the
wind, but she slowly relaxed enough to open both eyes and look around.  It
really was a pretty countryside with sunset and the trees and birds.  Her
hands and feet were free and besides the cage, the only thing that she
didn't like was the gag.  She reached to the back of her head, but was
disappointed when she felt a small luggage padlock holding the restraint in
place.  There was no way she could take it off, and she would just have to
suffer.  She was just starting to doze when the cage was jerked upwards. 
She immediately became alert, and grasped the bars as she was slowly
retrieved and let back onto the turret.  Three guards, all dressed in the
executioner's uniform of the black hooded mask, pants, and boots, opened
the cage and held her.  One grabbed her chin, moving it left and right, as
if appraising her.  He then took two fingers and opened one of her eyes
wide.  He did the same with the other eye, then began to poke and prod her,
feeling under her chin, squeezing her arms, chest, waist, thighs, and both
legs.  It was apparent that he was making sure that no permanent physical
harm had been done, then with his ok, the other two men forced her back
down the stairs.  Upon reaching the ground floor, both men took her to a
back room.  This didn't quite fit in with the castle surroundings.  The
walls were painted, and it appeared like a shipping clerk's room.  There
were twine, brown wrapping paper, crates, bubble wrap, straw, and other
things all over the floor.  Kat looked around, wondering what the hell was
going on.  The two men held her as they strapped what looked like backpack
straps over her shoulders and down her body, where they attached to other
straps across her breasts, around her waist, and down up her back.  They
were cinched tight, and her wrists were locked into place against her
thighs.  Her feet were duct taped together, and she felt the glue stick to
her skin.  Her gag was removed, but as she began to scream, a bandanna was
stretched across her mouth.  She was able to open and close her jaws, but
they were still covered.  She exercised her exhausted mouth, but slowly,
feeling began to return.  Kat was bent over, being balanced by one man as
another started to smear something over her backside.  She felt the cold of
the goop on her skin, then gasped as something huge was slowly screwed into
her.  Deeper and deeper it went inside of her, and she could do nothing but
take it.  Finally, it apparently was deep enough, but this didn't comfort
her because as soon as the intruder halted, another, just as big, began to
gain entry into her ass.  Both items pressed against each other, straining
her insides.  She felt like she was about to burst but the man kept
pushing. Finally, when both were in far enough, she was straightened up. 
She stood stiffly, acutely aware of the items inside her.  She tried to
squirm a little to adjust the things, but they were too large to make
comfortable.  A strap was attached to the harness that she was wearing,
pulled down between her legs to press against the guests and holding them
in, then continued up her back and attached to the straps coming off her
shoulders.  She was totally stiff.  She couldn't bend because of the things
inside her, her hands and feet were bound, and her mouth was covered.  One
of the guards grabbed her shoulders from behind and leaned her back.  This
put more pressure against her groin, and she groaned involuntarily against
the discomfort.  The other guard picked up her feet, and she was carried
over to a long crate.  It was filled with straw, and she was slowly lowered
into it.  A fear was growing inside of her as a wooden lid was placed over
the top, and her ears ached as it was nailed into place.  She was a
package, waiting for delivery.  She felt the crate get lifted up, and she
was jumbled around in the darkness.  Finally, after what felt like an
earthquake, the box came to a stop, and she was left alone.  She waited,
patiently and anxiously, for something to happen, but nothing did.  No
sound, no light, just darkness.  Her bindings and accessories made her very
uncomfortable, but before too long, the emotional exhaustion took over her
body and she slept hard.