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Subject: The Training (2/3) by TS  (Mf, sm,bd,tor,pony,etc.)
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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 2

by
Thndrshark

Three months had passed since Lauren had met Mike in the bar. At first she
struggled against her captors, but soon realized they could cause far greater
pain than she could imagine. Lauren’s nipples, nose and clit had been pierced
quickly, and she knew how each of those rings could be used to cause her great
pain. Mysteriously, her tongue had been pierced in an unusual way, but had yet
to be put to use. She estimated that the ranch, as she thought of it, had 50 or
so girls at any one time. Auctions were held every two months which kept the
business brisk. Though Lauren had given in to her fate for now, she was still
spirited, as Mike had put it, which in the end had earned her the role she
trained for now. 
     She had trouble feeling her own skin anymore. The latex that covered her
entire body seemed almost permanent. She could have sworn that she could never
wear this rubber skin for long, but she quickly discovered that this latex was
different. Unlike typical rubber, this mixture could breath, meaning she might
be wearing this new, glossy skin forever. It took only a week to train her arms
to match the position she had seen the young, tortured girl in the room have.
She still knew she had arms from the pain she felt in her shoulders daily. But
she had not used them for nearly the entire three months. Her hair had been
shaven the second week at the ranch, a cool cream spread over her bare scalp
would prevent her hair regrowing for some time. First she had been forced to
put on long latex leggings that reached to her crotch. The rubber was so tight
and firm against her skin. This was followed by latex shoulder length gloves. A
rubber hood was stretched tightly over her head, leaving room, only barely, for
her eyes and mouth, with small holes matching her nostrils. A bonding agent was
used at these holes to bond the latex to her skin as well as extend the latex
to the absolute edge. The rubber around her eyes, for instance, had been
extended across her eyelids. Only her actual eye and her lashes were left
uncovered. Her mouth as well was sealed to the hood, extending to the edge of
her lips. The nose holes were turned in and bonded to the inside of her
nostrils. Finally a latex bodysuit was stretched over her, until it fit over
the remainder of her exposed skin. The only exposed area was her pussy and
asshole. Her nipple rings had been removed then re-pierced through the latex.
The arms and upper legs matched perfectly with the leggings and gloves, and
these were sealed to each other as well. Metal sheaths were fitted over her
hands; small steel bands holding her fingers rigid to the surface. Forcing her
hands together in the middle of her back, the two sheaths were bolted together,
removing any movement from her hands. Her neck was encircled by a custom
collar, fitting snuggly around the latex covering. A small cable extended
through a ring in the back of the neck and connected to the metal sheath. A
mini winch was used to tighten the cable, pulling Lauren’s hands high between
her shoulderblades. Though she cried at the new found pain, the winch continued
until her hands were touching the back of her collar, where the cable was
permanently tied off. A similar winch pulled a steel band around her elbows,
forcing her upper arms together as well. Lauren’s shoulders were forced back
and her breasts forward as the torturous band was pulled to meet. A bolt held
it in place.
     The latex between Lauren’s legs had been molded to slip into her vagina
and ass. Thick rings slipped just inside these openings, holding her asshole
and pussy open wide. She would find later that various implements could fill
her through these holes, but for starters large dildoes were forced into the
openings then clicked into place on the outer rings. Her clit ring was
repierced through the rubber, the latex around it molding perfectly to her
pussy lips. Mike produced a small rubber corset and began lacing it in place.
With some time and some help, he was able to make the back meet, crushing
Lauren’s waist into a wasplike look. She could barely breath and staggered from
the effort. 
     As her bit harness was attached, Lauren quickly found out the use for her
unique tongue piercings. Rather than rings, her tongue had been pierced with a
row of rivet like brads, small holes encircled by steel place holders. The bit
she now wore utilized these. A slender steel piece, much like a tongue
depressor, attached to the bit and extended deep into her mouth. Small rivets
were put through the holes in this piece and through her tongue. Once in place,
she was unable to use her tongue at all. As the small tool used to close the
rivets finished its job, Lauren began to panic. She was unable to speak or use
her tongue in any way, and she knew that the rivets were somewhat permanent.
Mike laughed as she struggled. "Don’t worry, Lauren. Those rivets will only
last for about three years." Tears rolled as the last straps were locked into
place and the bit became permanent.
     Assuming this was the worst, Lauren was shocked to see Mike walk up with a
pair of the severe ballet point shoes. She tried to step a way but was held by
two men. The shoes were forced on her feet and cinched into place. Lauren tried
to scream as she stepped on the needle thin toe for the first time. As she
tried to rest on the heel, she could feel a needle like protrusion sticking up
into her foot, pushing her immediately back on her toes. As she struggled to
find balance, she could not see that she now was prancing like a horse,
stepping back and forth on each foot, then tossing her head against the steel
now attached to her mouth. Mike laughed at Lauren’s predicament as the final
short chains were connected from her nipple rings to the steel bit. She quickly
learned that tossing her head could cause untold pain to her tortured nipples.
Mike grabbed her leash and led her off to the stables.


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

     
    



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