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Warning: This is a story intended for an adult audience. If you are offended by
sexual situations, or non-consensual sex, do not continue. If you are under 21
years of age, do not continue.



The Training, Part 1

by
Thndrshark







It took Lauren a few minutes to wake up. The room she was in was dark, save for
a slice of light that crept under the dark shape of a door. As she sat up, she
could hear the jingle of something and a tug at her neck. She tried to reach up
to find out what the resistance was, but found she could not move her arms.
Like a cut that only hurts when you notice it, she could now feel the dull ache
in her shoulders. The straps that encircled her wrists and her upper arms
forced her elbows to touch and immobilized her arms behind her. As her eyes
adjusted to the dim light, she could see that she was naked, a heavy chain
leading from a strong ring set in the stone floor to her neck. Lauren didn’t
have to touch to know that a steel collar encircled her throat, the chain
dragging heavily on it. 
Lauren quickly thought back to her last memories. She had been picked up at a
bar by a handsome stranger. She was lonely, being new to the town and with no
job yet, and she needed the company. She had always had trouble finding men to
date. Not due to her looks. She was only 22 and her five foot nine frame and
125 pounds seemed to be a package that men liked. Topped off with large breasts
and a thin waist, Lauren was most men’s dream. Unfortunately, she was shy and
her fear of a let down usually overrode everything else. But Mike was nice,
friendly though a bit on the edge, something that Lauren liked about him. A
late night out then a drink at his place. She remembered feeling strange as she
sipped the wine he had given her. He had started asking some odd questions that
she answered without realizing what she was saying. Then she passed out and
woke up here. As she craned around to see the room, nothing that she saw gave
her comfort. Though the room was small, she could see it had occupied others
like her in the past. Remnants of women’s underwear lay in tattered heaps
around the room. Other chains dangled from the walls, steel cuffs open at the
end. Sliding her body up fully, she could now see the ankle cuffs that were
locked onto her, a short piece of chain connecting them. If the ankle cuffs
were anything like the collar, she knew she wouldn’t escape easily. It was only
then that the gag in her mouth became evident. A large leather ball was forced
between her jaws, a strap holding it in place. She felt helpless and alone,
terrified of what might come next.
After what seemed like hours, the door creaked open, blinding Lauren with the
light from the hall. A dark shape with Mike’s voice spoke. "I’m glad to see you
awake, Lauren." He stepped into the room, unlocked her chain from the floor and
gave a cruel yank, "It’s time for your training to begin." 
     Lauren tried to struggle but she was weak and Mike gave no ground as he
pulled her behind him. "Before we start, I thought you might like a tour. You
see, Lauren, you are in a very unique place. We use these facilities to train
young women for a life of bondage, torture and sex." Lauren’s heart stopped at
those words, freezing in fear, in disbelief. But Mike continued to walk and
Lauren was forced to stumble along behind. "You see, we find young girls like
you, with no background or connections, and we teach them to pleasure men and
women, then we sell you. The last girls we sold went to a wealthy land owner in
South America. I believe he needed some pack horses!" Mike laughed at Lauren’s
reaction then yanked at her chain leash and continued on.
     The first room they pushed into was a high ceiling, stone room with a
skylight in the middle. As Mike grasped Lauren and pushed her into the room,
she could see the object of the room’s attention. A young girl was stretched in
the air. Her arms and legs spread wide by chains, her toes unable to reach the
floor. The cranks that pulled her wide were still turning, though her body
seemed to be at its limit. She began screaming as the slack was completely
removed from the chains, her body stretched. Lauren tried to turn away, but
Mike grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her forcefully to the floor,
forcing her to kneel at his feet. Grasping her chin, he forced her to watch the
torture. Two men positioned themselves in front and behind the woman and began
to whip her with long, viscous bull whips. Instantly, the girl found additional
slack in her chains as she tried to avoid the lashes. "This woman was unruly to
her master. After today she will do anything to please." Though she struggled,
the men were accurate and soon her body was covered with bloody welts. "It’s
unfortunate we had to mark her body this way. Those scars will take awhile to
heal." Though she seemed unconscious, the men continued as Mike pulled Lauren
out of the room by her hair. 
     "This next room is where we teach the younger girls about sex." Lauren
gasped again as she saw a row of 10 girls, maybe 18 years old, stretched on
their backs on small table like contraptions. Straps held their bodies and arms
on the tables while their heads and asses hung off. Straps circled their
foreheads and lashed their heads back, providing their mouths as targets. Their
legs where shackled  and stretched wide to provide the best access to their ass
and pussies. All had machines attached to them, large dildos penetrated their
pussies, asses and mouths while motors pumped the dildoes in and out.
Caretakers watched to make sure that lubrication was provided, or to replace a
smaller dildo with a larger size. Every once in a while a caretaker would
replace a machine, pumping, for example, a young girl’s mouth until they came,
only to have the machine replaced.
     The next few rooms both shocked and revolted Lauren. Images of young girls
being pierced, whipped, branded and bound filled her mind. Finally, Mike
brought her to a small viewing room, looking into a mirrored wall. After she
was seated and chained in place, Mike dimmed the lights and the mirror became a
window into another room. The room was medium in size but with high ceilings.
The walls were covered with all manner of bondage and torture equipment. From
whips to needles, the tools only heightened the tension in the room. Again a
skylight in the center of the ceiling highlighted a young girl. She had long
blond hair, tied into a ponytail, and a soft complexion marred only by the
stain of tears. She was on her knees, a short chain reaching from her steel
collar to a ring in front of her. Another length of chain stretched from the
distant ceiling and connected to her nose ring. The chain was pulled taught,
forcing the girl into a semi-kneeling, semi-upright position. Her arms had been
bound severely behind her back. Her wrists were locked directly to the back of
the collar while a metal band of steel was winched tight over her elbows,
forcing them together. She was naked, except for the viscous rings that
decorated her nipples and clit. She had been trained to keep her legs apart,
regardless of the tension this created on her nose ring, and Lauren could see
her pussy was shaven clean. Her feet were covered with stringent ballet boots,
laced and locked onto her calves. Rather than the typical snub nose, these
shoes forced her toes into a sharp point, equal to the heel. Lauren could only
imagine the pain walking in these shoes could cause. As if reading her mind,
Mike leaned in close, "This is the first time she has been able to sit since
wearing those shoes. I think after two months in them she’s probably use to
them." Mike chuckled, "I think we’ll fit you with them next." 
     Tears began rolling down Lauren’s cheeks as she thought of her fate. Her
thoughts were disturbed by a door in the room opening. The young girl tried to
crane her head to see who entered, but her septum would not flex. Lauren could
see the two people as they walked around their victim. The man was dressed in a
leather harness with his huge penis sticking out. The woman, a tall, beautiful
redhead wore six inch heels and a leather bikini, and trailed a long cat-o-nine
tails whip behind her. The man stepped to the young girl and pressed his penis
against her lips. As she tried to take him in, the woman stepped to the winch
that controlled the chain to her nose ring. The girl could hear the winch turn
as the chain was pulled into the air, yanking cruelly on her nose ring. The
result was to pull open the girl’s mouth even more. The man waited until her
mouth was wide enough then let lose a stream of urine. The girl gasped but knew
the punishment she was faced with, and quickly swallowed every drop. Once the
man was through, the woman hit the quick release on the winch and dropped the
girl to the ground. 
     After a quick reset, the girl was forced to her feet, teetering on the
torturous shoes, while the ceiling chain was connected to the steel band around
her elbows. A wide spreader bar held the girl’s legs far apart while her ankles
were connected to the floor by short pieces of chain. As the winch started
pulling, the girl was forced to bend over. Once again a chain was connected to
her collar, pulling her torso into a horizontal position with the floor. The
winch continued, however, and soon the girl was screaming in pain as her arms
were pulled away from her body. Just stopping short of dislocating her
shoulders, the woman admired the girl’s arms as they nearly pointed at the
ceiling. Even from the viewing room, Lauren could see that every muscle in the
girl’s body was taught and in pain. Mike leaned in, "This is our pleasure
chamber, in case you’re wondering. Even you will end up here soon." 
     Lauren continued to watch as the girl was whipped mercilessly, then fucked
in all her holes. As the man was coming in her mouth, the woman took thin wire
and wrapped the girl’s breasts until they were purple. She hung weights from
the nipple rings then produced a set of long, skewer-like, needles. The girl
lost consciousness as the last of six needles penetrated her breasts. 
     The man and woman collected their clothing and left the room as the young
girl dangled from her tortured arms. After a few minutes, two men entered and
changed the girl’s position once again. Her arms were lowered and the ceiling
chain disconnected, then reconnected to her nose ring. The winch reversed its
direction and hauled the girl upright. She tried to stand quickly to alleviate
the pain to her nose, but the winch was fast and she had difficulty maintaining
balance on her ballet shoes. Once her body was taught again, the men removed
the needles and wire from her breasts, slapping and rubbing them as they
regained shape. One man slipped a thick nozzle into her ass and connected it to
a large pump. The forced enema filled the girl quickly and the hose was
replaced with a large, black butt plug. A hose washed down her body and her
mouth was examined for any damage. There was some discussion if the girl had
eaten. Once notes were checked, it was noted that she had both drank urine and
cum during the last session. There was some argument if this was enough but
this was quickly remedied. The butt plug was removed and the girl’s enema
poured into a waiting bucket. Pouring the fluid into another canister, a hose
was fixed to one end, then hoisted over the girl’s head. The other end of the
hose was fed into her mouth and the spigot turned. The girl was shocked as her
own enema fluids poured into her mouth, but she was well trained and swallowed
it quickly. Once finished, the men lowered her to the floor, removed the
spreader bar, connected the floor chain to her collar and re-attached the
ceiling chain to the girl’s nose ring. Cranking the winch, they returned her to
her original position. As the men left, Lauren focused on the girl’s face. New
tears rolled down her face as she awaited her next customer.
     "You see, Lauren. She’s been in this room for four months. That’s all she
does." Mike grabbed Lauren’s chin, "The only rule is no damage that won’t heal
in less than three months. Those new holes in her breasts will be gone in a
week. Trust me." Lauren began to struggle, tears rolling down her cheeks as she
watched the window return to a mirror. Mike laughed and unchained her from the
chair, yanking her to her feet and out the door.


End of part one. Any comments or coorespondence is welcome at
Thndrshark@aol.com


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