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TTT Archive (Treasure Trove of the Titmouse)
Celeste listed several stories as "lost" in her Cumulative Monthly List posted
in late July. I'm posting those I have to ASS/M and hope those who have
others will do the same. My reposting will include:
Bushido {Sachi Mizuno} Excerpt only. Anyone got the rest?
Cleave it to Beaver 1 {MrNatural} Is there more?
Dispensation of Grace 3 {Horangi} Anyone got parts 1-2?
Face of Betrayal {Morpheus' Twin}
Hands On {Deidre Ng}
Meeting Shirley {The Observer}
Open Big {Thomas A Long}
Silent Intruder {Annette}
Tammy's Game {Tammy Ng}
Terri's Dilemma {The Observer}
Tonya Harding, Slave Girl {Your Friendly Author}
These stories have been minimally cleaned up. If I have it,
the text includes original headers and footers.
Still missing, as far as I'm concerned:
"Let Your Fingers Do the Riding" by Solo Polyphony
"Under the Table" by DOLFAN353
"Shower Buddies" by Stone Wolf
"'D' Is for Driving" by Dulcinea
"So Shy" by Scott Sanders (young love)
"Stuffing the Old Gobbler" by MrSpraycan
Best,
Titmouse
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Chapter 19
Tonya drifted back into consciousness; she slowly became aware
that she was back in her bed, once again bound, spread-eagled. She
wondered how long she'd been asleep.
She noticed that her breasts felt uncomfortable, like they were
swelling up; she tried to raise her head, and noticed that she now
had a considerably larger pair of mammaries. Tonya gasped, and her
head fell back to the pillow!
"HOLY SHIT!!!", Tonya exclaimed, remembering the hormone shot
the Doctor had given her, "I didn't think they'd wind up being THAT
big!!"
At that moment, the Doctor walked in, along with Nancy; they
untied Tonya's restraints, and helped her get out of bed. Tonya's
legs were unsteady for a few moments, but soon, she was able to move
freely.
"Time for you to take a shower, Tonya," the Doctor said, "Your
body needs to be shaved as well."
Tonya reached down and caressed her leg; she hadn't had an
opportunity to shave for several days, so her legs were covered with
stubble, as were her armpits and pubic area. She caressed her pussy,
then gently stroked her armpit. She readily agreed that she needed
to be shaved.
The Doctor opened the door, and the trio walked down the hall to
a bathroom. They entered, and he motioned to a large rack in the
middle of the shower room. Tonya went to it, looking curiously.
"You're going to be restrained for this, Tonya..."
Tonya looked at the rack for a moment, then stepped into the
center, where she saw two ankle cuffs. She let the Doctor restrain
her feet, then raised her hands. He quickly fastened her hands to
the rack, then backed away; Tonya stood there, spread-eagled once
again, and totally helpless!
Nancy was wearing a white lab coat; she took it off to reveal a
bikini underneath. She picked up a hose, attached a shower head to
it, and motioned to the Doctor, who turned a handle, starting the
water flowing. Tonya closed her eyes as the water shot out of the
hose. Nancy quickly drenched the helpless Harding's body, moving the
spray to cover every inch of the tightly bound Tonya!
The water was nice and warm, and Tonya actually felt herself
relaxing in the spray. She decided that THIS kind of treatment was
OK with her as she luxuriated in the warmth...
After a couple of minutes, the water stopped; Tonya opened her
eyes, and Nancy was putting the hose down.
"Are you going to shave me, Nancy?"
"Well...", Nancy said, picking up an epilator, "I wouldn't
exactly call it shaving..."; she turned the switch on, and the unit
started whirring as the coil moved around.
Tonya looked at Nancy, horrified! She'd never used an epilator
on herself, and she didn't want to start now! She looked at the
Doctor, who walked out of the room, leaving the two women alone.
Nancy had a wicked smile on her face as she moved the epilator
close to Tonya's helplessly bound left leg! Tonya struggled against
her restraints, but couldn't move!
"Please don't, Nancy!!! PLEASE!!!", Tonya pleaded.
Nancy said nothing, but set the epilator on Tonya's ankle; a
moment later, the captive ex-skater felt like a thousand needles
were being jabbed into her leg!
"OOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!"
Nancy moved the epilator up Tonya's leg, slowly, deliberately,
making sure that every hair was being ripped out! Up and down the
front, back, and sides of the muscular legs, past Tonya's knees, up
her thighs, and teasingly close to her pussy!
Tonya was petrified, white with fear as the epilator made its
leisurely trip along her leg! When Nancy was done, she moved over to
Tonya's right leg, repeating the process as Tonya whined and pleaded
for mercy!
When Nancy was done with the right leg, she stood up, turned the
epilator off, and gently caressed Tonya's armpits, first the left,
and then the right. The stubble felt bristly, but Nancy knew it
wouldn't be that way for long...
She turned the epilator back on, and set it on Tonya's torso,
just above her waist. Nancy slowly moved it toward Tonya's armpits,
which were sweating from fear, along with the rest of her body! The
epilator inched closer and closer, as Tonya gritted her teeth in
preparation for the imminent agony!
Tonya glanced down at her armpit, her eyes wide with horror as
she saw the epilator just about ready to start ripping the hair from
her underarms! She lifted her head back up, and prepared herself for
the worst!
Again, Tonya felt white-hot needles jabbing into her as the
epilator did its work! Tonya jerked her head back and screamed!!
"OOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!! NO MORE!!! PLEEEEEESE, NO MORE!!!!"
After a few moments, the epilator had ripped all the hairs from
Tonya's tender underarm; Nancy pulled it away, and Tonya heaved a
sigh of relief, relaxing briefly, until she realized that Nancy was
going to repeat the painful process on the OTHER underarm!!!
Tonya begged and screamed again, pleading in vain for Nancy to
stop the excruciating torment! She writhed in agony, vainly trying
to escape the inevitable pain!
More needles, more pain, more screaming! Tonya was sobbing her
pleas for Nancy to stop, but the silver medalist kept going...
Nancy pulled the epilator away again, but this time, Tonya
couldn't relax, knowing that her most sensitive area would soon feel
the same unfathomable agony! She started shaking in her restraints,
and looked at her tormentor.
"Please don't, Nancy! I'm begging you, don't use that thing on
my pussy!" Tonya's tears were flowing heavily, and she was nearly
hysterical as she pleaded with the cruel Mistress Kerrigan!
Nancy calmly held the epilator up to Tonya's face and turned it
on; the captive Harding's eyes bulged with fear! Slowly, Nancy moved
the device down to Tonya's belly, gently setting it on her skin.
Nancy took her time, savoring Tonya's cries for mercy!
Closer, closer it moved to the pubic stubble! Tonya was now
shaking uncontrollably, the sensations intensified by her fear! The
epilator inched its way down, held steady by Nancy's firm hand; only
about an inch to go...
"No! Please! NoooOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!" Tonya's pleading turned
to a piercing scream as the epilator made contact with her uppermost
hairs, ripping them out by the roots! For an eternity, Tonya's mons
veneris felt the burning fire of pain from the hairs being brutally
ripped from their follicles! Tonya's helpless body wrenched this way
and that from the torment, beyond any hope of her control!
Finally, it was over; Nancy pulled the epilator away from her
captive's punished pussy and turned it off. Tonya's body stopped its
dance of agony, slumping in the restraints. Nancy set the device
down, kneeling down to release Tonya's feet. She stood up, releasing
the restraint from Tonya's left wrist; her arm limply fell to her
side. The left restraint was unbound, and Nancy had to catch Tonya
to keep her from falling. Nancy reached down and picked the nearly
unconscious Harding up, taking her over to a whirlpool bath, gently
setting her in, and turning the water jets on.
Tonya was still sobbing, flinching as the water jets hit her
tormented body, but she was able to start relaxing before too long.
As the warm flow comforted her, the pain in her skin started to go
away, and she laid back, letting the water soothe her...
Nancy let Tonya sit in the whirlpool bath for quite a while; the
captive Harding was nearly asleep when she turned the whirlpool off.
She noticed that Tonya's breasts had grown from the injections that
the Doctor had given her, and smiled; she knew what Tonya's next
ordeal would be...
Chapter 20
In her daze, Tonya hadn't noticed the whirlpool jets being
turned off; when she felt Nancy's hand on her shoulder, she tensed
up, her awareness suddenly returning. She looked up at her captor,
who motioned her to get out of the tub.
Tonya tried to stand up, but her legs were shaky; Nancy held her
steady, then handed her a towel. Tonya took it, and started to dry
herself off. Still shaky, she moved slowly. She moved the towel up
and down her small body, letting it absorb all the dampness.
When she was done drying herself off, Tonya handed the towel
back to Nancy. Nancy took it, setting it down, and turned toward the
door, gently guiding her captive rival out of the room. They walked
down the hall to a room marked "Endurance Training". Nancy opened
the door, and the two walked in.
In the center of the room was a device that looked like a set of
stocks with an erector set of numerous extensions added on. Nancy
guided Tonya over to the device, and looked at her.
"Wait here, and don't move."
Nancy turned and walked out of the room. Tonya just stood and
stared at the device; it was obvious that soon, she'd be imprisoned
in it, bound and helpless.
But what would happen to her while she was in it?
She looked around the room; it was fairly small, but various
nasty-looking equipment was everywhere. She was exhausted, nearly
delirious, from her previous ordeal, but as she viewed the plethora
of evil instruments, her fear brought her a new awareness. She
gulped.
Nancy and the Doctor were standing in another room, watching
Tonya's every move on a TV monitor; she looked at him, quizzically.
"Aren't we going in there?"
"No," he replied, "She needs a little time to think about what's
going to happen when we start the endurance test."
"Why?"
"The anticipation has to be frightening for her; otherwise, she
won't have as much of a sense of accomplishment when the test is
done.", he explained.
Nancy understood. She watched as Tonya went from half-asleep to
nervous; the ex-skater's movements were now more abrupt, almost
jerky. Nancy noticed that Tonya's augmented chest was now moving
rapidly from heavy breathing, and almost thought she heard Tonya's
heart beating wildly. She realized that her own pulse had quickened,
and looked at the Doctor, puzzled.
"Getting excited, are you?", he asked, grinning.
"Yeah...," Nancy answered, almost embarrassed that he'd noticed
her situation, "Why am I feeling that way?"
"Why?", he responded, "It's kind of like seeing a movie of a
roller coaster; when it goes down a hill fast, you feel like you're
IN it, even though you know it's a movie, right?"
"Yeah..."
"It's a conditioned response," he continued, "Subconsciously,
your mind places you IN that situation, and you respond as though it
was actually happening."
On the monitor, Tonya's expression was growing increasingly
pained, and she was almost twitching now. 'What's taking her so long
to get back?', she thought to herself.
When the door finally opened, Tonya jumped back, startled; she
gasped for breath as she saw Nancy and the Doctor walk in the room.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Tonya," he said, apologetically,
"This is the 24-hour Endurance Test; you're going to be hooked up to
the 'test bench' for a full day."
"WHY???" Tonya was almost hysterical!
"Remember, this is INTENSE therapy, Tonya; think of this as the
WORST that you'll have to go through, and when you get done, it'll
be all downhill from there!"
"O... OK...," Tonya replied, hesitantly, "B... but... but can I
get some sleep first? I... I'm REALLY tired..."
"Tonya, in order for this to work correctly, you HAVE to be
exhausted before the test starts", the Doctor explained.
"But... but what IS it???"
"The best way to explain it," he continued, "Is that it's like a
'purification ritual', the way that 'holy men' in tribal cultures
undergo. They deprive themselves of sleep, food, even water, for
days, and at the end, they go through the intense ritual for hours
and even days, sometimes even WEEKS."
"But... but I'm not... 'holy'... or anything..." Tonya replied.
'You can say THAT again!', Nancy thought to herself.
"During the ritual, they'll go into a trance state," he went on,
"They'll see spiritual 'visions' that act as guides for the rest of
their lives. When the ordeal is over, it's almost like they're a
totally new person, very much at peace with themselves, and that's
the kind of result that the endurance test is supposed to have."
"O...OK...," Tonya said, not fully understanding.
"Climb up on the test bench now, Tonya..."
She walked up to the test bench, turned around, and looked at
the Doctor, confusedly.
"How do I get up there?"
"Kneel down on these boards, and we'll go from there."
The Doctor pointed to two padded boards that came out from
behind the stocks. Tonya climbed onto them.
"Now take your weight off your left leg, Tonya."
She shifted her weight onto her right leg; the Doctor took hold
of her left leg, pulling it into position and securing it with a
strap around her ankle, then another below her knee.
"Other leg now, Tonya."
She shifted to her now-immobilized left leg, and the Doctor
bound her right one the same way, binding her ankle, and then below
her knee.
"Up straight, Tonya."
Tonya straightened up her body, standing as tall as she could
with her lower legs bound. The Doctor looked at her hips, felt them,
and adjusted two small pads in front of her just below waist level.
He then moved forward and opened up the stocks.
"Bend yourself down slowly, Tonya."
Tonya complied, bending over; the Doctor put his hand onto her
sternum to help ease her down. Gently, he lowered her down until she
reached the level of the stocks, and a small pad was cushioning the
space between her breasts. Each of her shoulders was supported by a
pad, as well. She laid her head down in the stocks, noticing that
the channel for her neck was very softly padded. She relaxed her
head, and it met a forehead rest, also softly padded.
"Relax your left arm, Tonya."
The Doctor took her arm, maneuvering it into the wrist hole of
the stocks, and curling her fingers around a padded bar. He slipped
something that felt like a mitten over her hand, and hooked a small
tube to a nozzle on the stocks, flipping a lever. Instantly, Tonya
felt her hand being pressed, and realized that it was an inflatable
cuff. After a couple seconds, her hand wouldn't even budge!
After the cuff was secure, he adjusted a small pad that her
elbow was resting on, making sure it was comfortable for her, then
binding her elbow to it with a padded strap; her entire left arm was
totally immobilized! Tonya realized that there was no possible way
of freeing herself, and that she was at the mercy of whatever the
Doctor was planning for her...
"Now relax your right arm, Tonya"
The Doctor repeated his actions, immobilizing her right arm with
the same cuff-and-strap combination he'd used on her left. He felt
her shoulder and adjusted the pad supporting it, then fastened still
another strap to bind it in place. He returned to her left side, and
did the same, then passed a large strap over her shoulder blades,
securing them further.
Tonya's hips were each resting on a pad at the end of a "T"-
shaped bar; the Doctor felt each hip, then pressed down on the small
of her back. He thought for a moment, then adjusted the upright of
the T-bar slightly. He pressed down on her back again, and decided
he was satisfied. He took a large padded strap, connecting it to the
sides of the hip pads; Tonya's torso was now solidly bound to the
test bench!
The Doctor moved around behind her, adjusting pads that rested
against the middle of her thighs, and connected a strap around each.
He went around to her front, lifted the top bar of the stocks, and
held Tonya's head still as he eased the bar down, letting it drop
the last 6 inches. Tonya winced as the bar hit its base with a loud
"CLANG!!!"; the Doctor knew it was a powerful sign of helplessness,
and had planned it that way for that very reason.
He picked up a headband with a wire connected to it. He held
Tonya's head up, slipping the band on, positioning it, then letting
her head drop back onto the forehead rest. He fastened a final strap
to the forehead rest, and stepped back to look at his work; Tonya's
body was totally immobilized, head to toe!
Tonya struggled at her bonds, but quickly realized that she was
unable to move a muscle! She started panting, and tried to look at
the Doctor.
"What are you going to do to me?", she said, frightened.
"Now that you're properly connected to the test bench," the
Doctor intoned, "I'll explain what'll be happening to you during the
endurance test, Tonya..."
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