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 TRAINING Day 3: Toy

   She was sore.  She was tired.  She was in pain.  She was totally
humiliated and embarrassed.  She didn't know what was going to come next.
Previously, she had been on display, a slave, and then most recently, she
had had her humanity stricken from her, reducing her to nothing more than
an animal.  This was the third day, and she didn't know how much farther
down she could go.  The bars were making her side ache as she laid on them,
still in the fetal position that she acquired when she entered the small
cage.  Her jaw hurt from the ball gag, and her wrists and ankles were red
and raw from the ropes binding them.  It was cold and damp, and she was
feeling the worst that she had ever felt.  Whatever came, it couldn't be
any worse then what had already happened.  Suddenly, she realized that she
was not alone.  Glancing up, she noticed a large, burly guard standing over
her cage, wearing dark slacks and boots, with an executioner's hood
covering his face.  She could tell that he was grinning, smiling at
whatever perverse pleasure he had in store for her.  He opened the door to
the gate and reached in.  Getting a grip on her leash, he reached in again
and groped between her legs.  Feeling what he wanted, he dug his fingers
into her pubic mound and dragged her from the cage by her pubic hair.  A
muffled groan came from her exhausted throat as she was pulled, and she
whimpered and panted as she was thrown over his shoulder and carried into
another room.  She only saw his ass as he walked, and was caught by
surprise when she was thrown down upon a bed of straw in the corner.  She
stared daggers at her jailer, watching him as he wheeled a copy of the
wooden stocks that was in the courtyard.  Dragging her back up, he stuck
her head in and dogged the top piece into place, then, freeing her hands,
he roughly stuffed them into the holes on either side of her head before
retying them so they wouldn't come back out.  Finally, he cut her ankles
apart and dogged them, spread eagle, against the bottom part of the frame.
The large oaken door in front of her opened, and what could be described as
an old crone slowly made her way in.  She carried an old style wooden
bucket filled with a large stiff horse brush, a cake of soap, and other
cleansers.  She walked straight up to Kat and fingered her grimy, caked
hair.  Then, walking out of Kat's view, she roughly prodded Kat's body,
probing here and there, spreading her butt cheeks apart and clinically
fingering her pussy.  Kat was poked and touched, being appraised and looked
over.  Finally, after what seemed like ages, the prodding stopped.  A new
sound filled the room almost immediately.  A loud `SNAP-Hisss' came on,
continuing until Kat felt something cold and hard stab her left thigh.  Kat
jerked and whined, trying to get away from it, and suddenly, she realized
that it was a high-powered hose that was spraying against her.  The hard
water painfully ran over every inch of her body.  She could feel a pair of
hands spread her butt cheeks, and the hose was sprayed directly into her
ass, her pussy, all over.  It was moved around and she soon saw the old
woman showing the guard where to spray.  He went over Kat's hands, then her
hair, neck, and finally, straight onto her face.  She gagged on the water
running over her nose and mouth, making her choke and cough for a moment.
The hose stopped and the woman started to use the soap and the horse brush
over Kat's person.  It was rough as hell and she knew that her skin was
probably turning a bright red from the friction.  The cleaning mainly
concentrated below her waist, and she felt what she thought was a
toothbrush entering her pussy and her ass, cleaning her inside and out. 
Kat was in hell.  Finally, after another ice-cold rinse from the hose, the
woman completed her duty, collected her things, and exited the room without
a word.  Kat waited, panting, shaking from the cold water on her skin.  She
looked left and right, trying to figure out what the masked guard was
doing. She heard him moving around, but she couldn't identify where he was.
Her skin crawled as he started to untie her left ankle and brought it over
to the right.  She had to use her bound wrists and her own neck to help
balance her until he finished lashing her legs together and she was able to
center them.  He then untied and slipped her hands out of the stocks, tying
them behind her back.  She felt the top piece of the construction being
removed, and before she could react, her head was pulled back sharply by
her hair.  She felt his fetid breath on her skin as he unceremoniously
draped her over his shoulder and lugged her out of the room.  She wasn't
blindfolded this time, and watched the dungeon's stone walls as they passed
by.  Every time she struggled or whimpered, he answered her with a loud,
stinging slap to her ass that merely echoed the pain that she knew.  Her
body was so exhausted at this time that she finally gave up, resigning
herself to be taken wherever the guard chose.  They finally reached an
elevator that looked out of place.  The elegant interior of the enclosed
space clashed with the stone and wood walls of the surrounding environment.
Still remaining silent, the pair rode the elevator up for what seemed like
a long time.  When the doors finally opened, Kat couldn't tell where she
was.  It was almost regal.  A long white hallway, lined with paintings and
sculptures, stretched for a distance until it finally ended at a huge set
of double doors.  As they went through them, Kat could see a grand
ballroom, decked out and ready for a huge gala.  There was an orchestra
pit, tables made up for a huge feast, and a wide dance floor.  The guard
carried her like a sack of potatoes over to a lighted corner, and then
dumped her to the ground in a heap.  She watched him wearily as he walked
to a box in the corner.  From what she could see, this box was
approximately two feet in height, five in width, and three in depth, with
two holes on her side.  One hole was about three inches across and a foot
from the left side.  The other hole was oval shaped, about two feet
horizontally and a foot vertically.  The box rested on a podium so that it
was about waist high, and she saw that there were two lashes near the base,
directly under the large hole.  The guard picked up a small leather and
metal harness from on top of the box, and walked back to Kat.  As he
arrived, Kat struggled to move away, but she couldn't get far.  The guard
ended up laying her on her back and straddling her midsection.  He looked
down at her still struggling, and slapped her soundly across the face.  She
was stunned for a moment, and in that time, the guard reached around her
head and removed the ball gag from her mouth.  Before she could even utter
a word, he positioned the ring harness in its place.  The main strap held a
small circular mouthpiece in place that, in essence, kept her from closing
her jaws.  It hurt her and she could feel her mouth and ears ache and
tighten.  She could close her lips and swallow, barely, but this did almost
nothing to ease the pain.  Her captor then left her on the ground again,
returning to the box and flipping up a latch on the side.  The entire box
hinged upwards on its side like a footlocker, and, as the guard returned to
pick Kat up, she could see that there was something inside the box already.
There were matching holes on the other side of the box, with the small hole
on one side matching up to the large hole on the other.  What caught Kat's
attention was that it was the other woman in the box.  She hadn't seen her
legs because the base hid them, but she saw that the woman had her hands
like Kat's, bound behind her, and she lay down with half her body within
the box.  She was standing directly on the ground, but she was bent at a
ninety-degree angle at her waist.  The larger hole on her side held her
waist in position, and various straps inside of the box held her in place,
including her head.  Her face was lined up directly in front of the small
hole, with her mouth almost on it.  She wore a harness like Kat's, and Kat
could almost imagine what was going to happen.  Kat was forced to bend over
and adopt a position that was a mirror image of the woman beside her. 
Folding over, she was forced down, elbow to elbow next to the woman, facing
the opposite direction, and encased in straps to keep her still, then her
head was held into place and strapped also, lining her own mouth up with
the hole opposite her waist.  When she was secure, the lid slammed shut
with a loud bang, and she was enclosed in darkness.  Her ankles were soon
secured to the straps at the base, and she was completely entrapped.  She
tried to struggle, but she couldn't manage more then a couple of
centimeters.  She whimpered, but all she could do was an "Ahh ahh ahh"
sound through her open mouth.  The woman next to her moved slightly,
replying in an equally pitiful sound, and then both went silent.  The
sounds that came in from the outside were of a party getting ready to
start. Kat could hear the clinking of plates, glasses, and silverware being
set for the feast to come, while she also caught the notes of the orchestra
tuning up.  There she was, at the start of a formal gathering, complete
with music and food, and she was naked, strapped halfway in a box with a
strange unknown woman, her lower half hanging out and on display.  She was
trembling with fear.  Suddenly, there was a tapping sound.  The orchestra
started to play, and Kat heard voices.  The clank of forks and knives on
plates, idle conversation, the sound was muted as it entered through the
wood of the box.  She wondered how many people were out there, looking at
her backside.  She could feel the woman next to her as the stranger started
to breathe more heavily.  Apparently, she knew something that Kat didn't.
Without warning, Kat felt the box being lifted and carried.  She judged
that they were being placed in the middle of the dance floor.  A loud voice
being amplified over a speaker system started to talk.  "Welcome," the
voice said, happily.  "Ladies and Gentlemen, I welcome you all to this fine
day's gala event." There was a cheer from the crowd.  "I hope you enjoyed
the meal, and the evening's entertainment is about to commence.  Will the
gentlemen holding tickets forty-one, twelve, sixteen, and eight please step
forward?" There was a shuffling of chairs and the sound of footsteps coming
closer.  Kay felt the other woman shaking hard.  Finally, the Emcee
continued.  "Gentlemen, the first run is yours.  Choose your positions."
Kay felt a pair of hands grip her ass, and could almost feel a presence in
front of her face.  "Ok, now...LET THE PARTY COMMENCE!" The hands gripping
her ass pulled back as a huge dick thrust deeply and painfully inside of
her.  A sharp, almost burning feeling ripped up from her groin as the
strange cock continued to fuck her dryly and brutally.  Her body
reflectively screamed, but before she could, an equally hard and brutal
dick was forced into her mouth, thrusting in and out, fucking her face. 
She gagged and choked, but the man paid little attention.  They both
continued to plug away at her, and by the rocking of the box, she could
tell that her partner was getting the same treatment.  After a couple of
minutes, the man in the back came, helping to lubricate her a little bit,
but he pulled out almost immediately, and just as fast, was replaced by
another strange member.  The one in her mouth started to throb, and he came
in the back of her throat, forcing her to swallow.  He pulled out, and like
the other, was replaced just as quickly.  All around her, she could hear
people dancing and laughing, having a merry time, while right in the middle
of it, she was fucked from both ends, continuously by multiple strange men.
This went on for what seemed like hours, hard dicks pounding her in her
pussy, her ass, her mouth, everywhere.  Occasionally, she felt a mouth at
her pussy or her ass, and assumed that one of the women at the party was
getting her turn.  One time, she felt a pair of heels digging into the
cheeks of her ass, and from the moaning, she figured out that as she was
getting nailed in the ass, the man was eating the pussy of another woman
who was sitting on the box itself.  Hour after hour, she had to take them
all, forced to suck more dicks then she ever knew existed.  She sometimes
thought she tasted a woman on some of the cocks, slick with either her or
her partner's juices.  And she was helpless to control any of it.  When she
heard two of the men lazily talking about sports while they tried their
best to get their dicks to meet through her, she realized what levels she
had been forced down to.  She wasn't a woman here.  She wasn't even an
animal.  She had become a thing, a tool.  She was just a toy for people to
enjoy.  These men weren't fucking her.  They were masturbating.  That's
all. She was only a container for their cum.  They didn't care about her,
they didn't acknowledge her existence.  She was a receptacle, a piece of
tissue to be wadded up and thrown away.  As the day progressed, the
attendants slowly got drunker.  She felt drinks and crumbs as food was
spilled on her, and listened to the people slurring their words more and
more.  Kay heard a group of people standing behind her, waiting their turn,
when the guy that was fucking her ass finished.  As he pulled out, she
heard one of the group say, "Give me that." Kat heard a rattle and a woman
say, "Hey, those are mine." Almost immediately, she felt the guy's hands on
her body, and a cold cube of ice was unceremoniously shoved deep inside of
her, followed closely by another.  Finally, she was fucked again, now
almost numb from the ice, let alone the constant pounding she had been
forced to endure.  "Nothing like a frosty pussy," said the male voice. 
After he finished, the same voice that complained earlier started again. 
"What about my ice?" Kat then felt the slim fingers of a woman digging
around inside of her, groping for the deeply embedded cubes.  Finally
finding and retrieving them, Kat then heard a clinking sound and then a
sipping.  "Mmm, I've got to remember that recipe," said the woman,
giggling, her voice fading as the group moved away, but Kat sensed that one
of them stayed near.  "Come on, we're going swimming." The woman's voice
was almost gone.  "What am I gonna do with the champagne?  They don't allow
glass bottles in the pool?" said a strange man.  Kat didn't hear the reply,
but she was utterly shocked when she felt the neck of the bottle press up
against her asshole.  Slowly, and with a twisting motion, the unknown man
drove the glass container deep within her ass, stopping only when the
bottle became too wide to drive any more.  Slapping her butt, she heard him
walk away.  The cold of the bottle only increased her utter discomfort, not
to mention the fact that the bottle was now shaken and inverted, driving
the liquid deep within her bowels.  It stayed there for the remainder of
the party, shaken up more and more, being moved from side to side as more
and more people fucked her.  She would have screamed if she could, but her
mouth was full.  The party started to die out after that.  Less and less
people came to them, and soon the orchestra stopped playing.  Finally, the
physical assaults halted altogether, leaving her raw, sore, and exhausted.
The only sound from the outside was a vacuum cleaner, probably on the
carpet beyond the dance floor.  Kat was blinded as the box was opened, but
the woman next to her was removed first, and whoever had taken her closed
the box afterwards.  Strapped down, alone in the dark, she waited, her
mouth open and drying now that any movement or lubrication was gone.  The
bottle was jerked out of her ass and she felt the liquid splash against her
ankles on the floor as it poured out of her.  The lid of the box opened,
and the straps holding her down were removed.  She was lifted bodily out of
the box and hefted once again against the masked jailer's shoulder.  She
looked around, watching the cleanup staff as they went over the ballroom,
picking up trash and retrieving dishes, and the vacuum cleaner was still
running.  Traveling into the next room, she was laid on her back on a large
dining table.  The guard was careful to not hurt her hands underneath her,
then untied the strap on her face.  He then flipped her over and slid her
up until her head chin was hanging over the edge.  The guard walked around
and moved a stool around underneath her face, and placed a huge bowl of
oatmeal on top of it.  Kat buried her face into the food and started
devouring it madly, as the feeling of starvation struck her to the point of
pain.  She inhaled the bland sludge, feeling the moisture filling her mouth
with relief.  Considering the only thing she ingested today, she enjoyed it
more then the finest steak, better then the sweetest chocolate sundae. 
When the bowl was finally empty, Kat breathed hard, panting and sighing
with satisfaction.  The stool and bowl was taken away, and her hands were
untied.  Once again, she was flipped onto her back, and dragged off the
table.  She was too worn out to struggle.  Kat found herself on what felt
like a backboard used by paramedics, and she was strapped down firmly, arms
at her side, complete with neck brace, so she couldn't even move as much as
she could inside the box.  Her hair was carefully draped over the edge
above her head.  Staring at the ceiling, she couldn't help but wondering
what was going to happen next.  She wasn't anything any more.  She was
nothing but a literal toy, used as a masturbation aide, a coaster, even a
trash can.  What could possibly be worse.  The masked man positioned her so
that she was just out from under the table, feet jutting away from it.  He
then brought something that resembled a dining room chair, but there was a
large oval hole missing from the seat.  It was positioned over her so that,
although it didn't press down on her, her face was up through the hole. 
"Oh God," was all she thought.  Kat looked to the right as far as she could
with her eyes, and could barely make out a tall woman who had just entered
the room.  She was in her late forties, blond, with a blue business suit.
She walked with purpose towards the table as a butler took her jacket and
briefcase.  "Thank you, James," said the woman.  "What for dinner,
tonight?" "Spaghetti marinara with sausage, ma'am," said the butler,
motioning the woman to the chair.  The woman nodded and approached.  As she
positioned herself to sit, she hiked up the skirt of her business suit,
then sat directly over Kat's face.  Kat's nose was buried in the woman's
bush, while her mouth was stuffed around her clit and the start of her
vagina.  Barely able to breathe through the thick hair, she let out a
muffled scream.  The woman adjusted herself on Kat's face, settling down to
eat as the butler returned and placed the dinner setting, complete with
water glass, in front of the woman.  Kat's mind immediately pointed out
that there was no napkin.  "Thank God for small favors," she thought, "At
least I won't completely smother." The woman started to get excited, the
moisture building up between her thighs as Kat couldn't help but move
against the woman's pussy.  During the meal, the woman shifted and wiggled
against Kat's face, slowly getting more and more excited.  Kat felt a
pulling on her long hair.  Finally, Kat realized it.  The blond lady was
using a handful of Kat's hair as a napkin, bending over to wipe tomato
sauce off her mouth, occasionally cleaning her fork, even using it to clean
up the greasy garlic bread crumbs from her lap.  Kat was humiliated.  She
had always prided herself on maintaining her hair, and yes it had been
dirty, but this was beyond anything the dirt and grime could have done. 
This was a conscious act against it, not just a side affect of her
punishment.  Kat was upset.  Then it got worse.  The meal was finally over
and the woman stretched, arms up, back arched, grinding into Kat's face. 
Taking a deep breath, the woman relaxed in her chair, leaning back.  All of
a sudden, a bitter liquid filled Kat's mouth.  As it overflowed down her
cheeks, Kat knew that the woman was peeing in her mouth.  Kat gagged and
sputtered, but she had to swallow some or risk drowning.  It kept coming
and coming as the woman sighed deeply, then, finally, the stream trickled
to a stop.  The woman reached down, grabbed another handful of Kat's hair,
and wiped herself dry as she rose from the table.  Readjusting her skirt,
she started to walk away as a busboy started clearing the table.  The last
thing the woman said before her voice faded away was, "James, is my bath
ready?" This had been just another normal meal for the woman.  Kat
continued to gag, choking on the acrid smell and taste.  Before she had
finished, the guard returned, reattached the ball gag, and then replaced
the blindfold over her eyes and she was once again in the dark.  She had
felt herself lifted with the board and carried.  She felt her damp hair
hang heavily over the edge of the board and swing.  The movement of the
board paused, then resumed, the feeling of going down told Kat that she was
in an elevator.  Then, as the vertical movement stopped, she was carried
again in what she felt was the dungeon again.  The cold, wet atmosphere
cooled her body down, and she could almost feel the humidity.  The foot of
the board she was laying on was set down, and she felt herself tilted up so
that she was standing, leaning back only slightly.  The blindfold was
removed, and light shone in her eyes.  She blinked a few times before she
could make out what was in front of her.  Another masked guard stood before
her, but in his hands was a cotton ball and an evil looking syringe.  Kat
could barely let out a muffled `Hey' before he stepped forward and swabbed
her upper left arm, then injeced the contents of the syringe.  There was a
burning feeling traveling outward from the point of entry, and it traveled
to her hand and up through her shoulder.  The room started to spin and Kat
was getting dizzy.  The last thing she saw was the man putting the syringe
in a red plastic container attached to one wall.  Then she slept.