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Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - B&D ACADEMY CHAPTER 1
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Hi,

I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't
really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to
repost the stuff I have.

There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who
have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were
originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them
first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever
increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups.

The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage
orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a
little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't
be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the
stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still
apply.

I hope you enjoy whatever I do post.

Bye for now. 

Anakha
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                        B&D ACADEMY
                        By  Snidely
                        CHAPTER 1

   The breakfast ordeal was over... Finally. Mariko sat at the
table trying to "will" the corn flake off the end of her nose and
wondered just how she gets herself into these things. She felt
doubly responsible this time because she had gotten not only
herself, but her roommate, Courtney Richmond, into this
predicament. Mariko looked across the beautifully appointed
breakfast table at her friend who was sitting strapped to a
high-back leather covered chair identical to Mariko's with a
dejected look on her face and oatmeal in her hair. At 22, the
blonde girl was two years younger then Mariko and about two inches
taller at 5'6''. She was the type of girl who seemed to turn men's
heads everywhere she went, but she never was never one to notice.
They had struck up an immediate friendship and decided to share an
apartment soon after they had first met at the job that was to get
them into this mess.

    Sitting smugly at the head of the table was their principal
tormentor, Allison Palmer, owner, president, chief-of-staff and
head bitch of B&D (Beauty and Definition) Cosmetics. She was a
tall, strong, attractive (in a hard sort of way) redhead with a
short flip hair style. She sat with one leg slung over her chair
arm, sipping coffee and smirking at the two helpless girls. She had
a devious twinkle in her eye, a twinkle Mariko had come to know all
to well over the last two weeks (or was it three?). Allison
finished her coffee with one final gulp and then rang the little
bell that was next to her place setting. When they first arrived at
the estate, Mariko had expected a butler in a tuxedo or at least a
French maid to respond but instead, the double doors of the huge
dining room opened up and as they had in the past, in marched six
oriental women, with three coming around behind Mariko and the
others taking a similar position behind Courtney. Mariko couldn't
decide just what nationality the women were although she had ruled
out the possibility that they could be Japanese like herself. They
were all squat, rugged farm type girls, probably from the mainland.
They just did not fit in these lavish surroundings. Not the Jet-set
type at all like Allison and her friends. Or the the sympathetic
type either.

   Both girls were becoming painfully used to this routine, They
knew that now was not the time to talk, even though it was one of
the few times during the day that they were physically able to, but
Courtney seemed determined to press her luck.  "And what's for
desert?" she asked Allison with her best sarcastic smile that
didn't begin to hide the contempt she obviously felt for Allison.
She barely got the statement out before one of the guards grabbed
a handful of Courtney's blond hair and yanked her head back, not
too hard, it was her one warning for the day. (and it was only six
A.M.)  "I was only asking!" Courtney blurted defensively, as the
guard twisted her hair a bit more. Allison smiled sweetly and said
"Why, I'm having some melon for desert and it's certain to be
delicious, But I think, for you two, some red rubber ball will do!"
With that, she nodded to the guards who pounced on both girls, and
almost effortlessly stuffed ball gags into their mouths. Mariko
couldn't help but notice that Courtney's gag was pulled about twice
as tight as her own, not that she had any prayer of extricating the
one in her mouth, but any small favor was welcome under their
circumstances. Sooner or later Courtney would figure that out and
keep her mouth shut.

   Allison sat back in her chair and began  "Y'know girls, I've
been thinking... ("Oh shit! Here we go again!" Mariko thought)
...You two have been with me all this time and we haven't even had
a chance to tour my stables. I'm really quite proud of them, so I
thought that it would be fun to have a nice ride and then a quiet
little picnic today... If that's okay with you." She said as she
looked quizzically at her guests who could do little more then
stare back at her.  "If you don't want to go, just say so!" she
blurted out before slapping her knee, and laughing merrily at her
own joke. (Nether Courtney or Mariko could appreciate the humor in
it!) "There then, its settled, the girls here will get you cleaned
up and help you get into some riding clothes and I'll meet you in
the stables at nine."

   She then nodded again to the guards, who efficiently unbuckled
all the leather straps holding our heroines in their chairs then
pushed their heads down on the table and pulled their hands up
behind their backs to be fastened there with plastic tie-wraps. The
chair was pulled away suddenly and Mariko was hustled up and
towards the door with one guard on each elbow and the corn flake
still plastered stubbornly on the end of her nose. Courtney brought
up the rear.  Allison's cheerful "Tah, Tah" rang in their ears as
they stumbled down the halls to their rooms.

                   ======  *  ======

    Both Mariko and Courtney had started work on the same day at
B&D Cosmetics although certainly with different motivations.
Courtney joined the firm as a student intern in the marketing
group, Her plan was to slug her way to the top of the business
world and be in the 6 figure salary range by the time she was 25.
Mariko was starting as a marketing liaison to the new Far East
division. It was her charm and wit, along with a hell of a snow job
that had convinced them in the interview that she had grown up in
Japan. It didn't really matter that coming to New York was the
first time she had left Southern California in her life. Her full
blooded Japanese roots, The smooth lines of her face, the gentle
slant to her brown eyes and her waist length, jet black hair had
done the major portion of the selling.

   This was actually her second job, but she didn't tell them that.
Her first had been with a rival cosmetics company based in
California. Ivan Rasovitz, the president of Rasovitz Industries,
had recognized her unique potential immediately and taken her under
his wing as his personal assistant. During one late night staff
strategy meeting he revealed his suspicion that B&D had been
stealing his formulas for several years. He hinted that what he
needed was a contact on the inside at B&D who could let him know
what was going on, maybe even send him back some of the stolen
formulas so he could track down the spy in his company.

                ======  *  ======

    Mariko sat patiently in the "Dressing Chair" while a
fashionably dressed woman applied her make-up (B&D brand of
course). The dressing chair was an interesting affair made up
entirely of adjustable, stainless steel tubes giving it an ultra
modern appearance. It's long legs were securely anchored in the
concrete floor of the dressing room making it the only permanent
highlight in an otherwise drab room. The chair was really little
more then a stool with arm rests as there was only a tiny,
uncomfortable seat made up of tubing that converged together to
form a small square with no back rest at all for a tired girl to
lean against, nor could she put her feet flat on the floor due to
the telescoping legs that had been adjusted before the guards had
even placed her in the chair. As it was she could barely strain
enough to rub the end of her big toes on the floor. The arms and
legs were constructed so that they could be twisted and turned this
way and that at the operators convenience and with the simple
tightening of strategic wing bolts, they could be locked in place
holding the unfortunate "Dressee" rigidly in any possible pose. The
steel cuffs that held her in the chair only attached to her limbs
at the wrist and ankles and could be detached and reattached easily
from the chair without ever unlocking them from her wrists and
ankles. The unhooking of the cuffs could be accomplished easily by
any operator who was standing beside the chair but Mariko could not
reach any of the catches from her position seated in the chair. For
obvious security reasons, there was no point during the entire
dressing procedure where more then one of her limbs was ever
released from the chair. In this way she could be completely
outfitted in anything from a cocktail dress to a leather cat suit
with little or no effort on the part of her hand maidens,
regardless of the amount of energy Mariko chose to expend resisting
them.

       The chair also had many interesting attachments like the one
she was enduring at that moment. While she was being made up, a
sturdy head rest arrangement was bolted to the back of the chair
making her lean forward and pushing her head forward slightly from
the back of her neck. A large tray with adjustable lights and all
sorts of cosmetics was snapped in place under her chin forcing her
head up and back painfully against the neck brace, ultimately
holding her head perfectly still while the woman plied her trade.
Mariko knew well enough not to complain. On the first day a mouth
packed with cosmetic cotton puffs put an unpleasant end to any
protests the fashion dummy had to raise. Mariko always prided
herself on never making the same mistake twice. So she sat calmly,
nude, obediently making faces as the make-up woman ordered. Another
taller woman stood behind Mariko and carefully braided her hair
into a long ponytail tied at the bottom with a red ribbon. Soon,
the two women finished their work and stood in front of her
commenting about what beautifully high cheekbones Japanese women
have. Mariko didn't know whether to thank them or kick them, (If
she ever got the chance!) so instead she just waited. She was
getting pretty used to waiting. Finally, after they were done with
their discussion on her chances of making it in the modeling
industry, they removed the tray and Mariko breathed a sigh or
relief as she was able to straighten up.

                  =======  *  =======

   Mariko had never hesitated, She would have done anything (well,
ALMOST anything!) to help this charismatic man who had gotten her
started in the business world, Anyway, it seemed a pretty good way
to make two paychecks while really working only one job. Besides,
all the cloak and dagger stuff was kind of thrilling, in fact, she
even made a point of wearing a cape to work her first day at B&D as
sort of a private joke. It turned out to be even easier then she
had ever imagined to get information on the B&D formulas, she had
access to all B&D's computers from the terminal she shared with
Courtney and all those computer courses in college had really paid
off. She had worked there only a month when she got her first look
at the new formulas that B&D was working on. After six months, she
was merrily funneling all the new formulas back west.
Coincidentally, Mariko had just dropped a package in the mail and
returned to the apartment that she and Courtney shared when this
all began. She noticed right off that there were some mail and some
groceries lying in the middle of the living room.  "That girl's
such a slob sometimes." she thought as she picked up the mess. She
then went into her bedroom to change out of her work clothes.
Mariko opened her closet door and screamed as she looked directly
into the gagged face of Courtney Richmond. Her scream was short
lived though, as a large hand clamped over her mouth from behind.

                   =======  *  =======

    The make-up women was busy arranging some clothes on a table
behind Mariko. All she could make out over her shoulder while one
of the women was showing the outfit to the other was a brown tweed
blazer. She could hear the make-up women commenting about how
clever the design was and how it should hold "This little one."
quite nicely, but she couldn't twist around enough to see. Mariko
didn't like the looks (or rather sound) of this so she decided it
was time to take a chance and speak up.  "Excuse me, I don't want
to interrupt your fun, but I think you should know that I really
look terrible in tweed." Mariko said. Both women stopped their
chatting and turned to Mariko.  "Did you say something, Dear?" the
make-up woman asked pleasantly.  "Why yes!" Mariko said somewhat
surprised to finally get some recognition around this place. "I
said that I think I look awful in tweed jackets." The tall woman
walked slowly around to face Mariko. She pleasantly brushed a stray
hair missed by the braiding out of her face and then leaned forward
until she was nose to nose with Mariko and hissed,  "Who cares what
YOU think, Doll?" Mariko couldn't mistake the innuendo as she sat
naked in front of these two women, about to be dressed just like a
toy.  "Will we be needing any cotton today Dear?" The make-up women
asked Mariko over her shoulder. She simply shook her head. She was
defeated for now. The dressing could begin.

   First came a crisp, white cotton shirt that was quickly slipped
over her unfastened hand which was immediately reconnected to the
chair arm. Then the unfastening process was repeated with the other
arm and Mariko had to shift her weight to accommodate the twisting
of her arm behind her to get it into the other sleeve. They then
buttoned the shirt up the front all except the top two buttons.
Mariko was unpleasantly surprised by the condition of the shirt,
two oblong holes had been cut and hemmed neatly in the front of the
shirt were there could have been pockets. Out of these
strategically placed openings pointed her firm little breasts.
Whoever had laundered the shirt had obviously had a fetish for
starch because both the collar and cuffs were a consistency
reminiscent only of cardboard. The two women were busy carefully
arranging the French cuffs of the shirt and tittered pleasantly as
they used tiny padlocks for cuff links. ("A little bondage chic."
thought Mariko) Next came a yellow wool, V-neck sweater-vest and
they, after quite a tussle, slipped it over Mariko's head. "I'm
sorry, this is not really traditional, its just in case its a
little chilly out there." Ma'am explained with subitle grins that
made Mariko even more un- comfotable then her new apparel. The
sweater was a little bit scratchy where it rubbed against Mariko's
nipples but it was bearable. Next came the blazer, Mariko calmly
cooperated as they threaded her arms into the stiff jacket. When
her hands were re-secured to the chair the tall women opened her
blazer up and began fishing around in the left armpit of the
blazer, and Mariko, who was  extremely ticklish, had to fight hard
to keep from squirming. Finally the woman produced a thin piece of
wire with a clasp on the end. This, she fed into the left arm hole
of the sweater, across Mariko's chest and then out the other arm
hole. She then fiddled in the opposite arm pit for a moment and
yanked the wire. Mariko then realized what was happening. Sewn into
the shoulders of the blazer was a horizontal figure "eight" of
leather with the cross of the "eight" in the center of her back.
Her arms fit through the holes in the "eight" before going into the
blazer's sleeves. The wire was attached at the top and bottom of
the "eight" and once it was connected Mariko would not be able to
remove the jacket without first undoing the wire. Had Mariko been
able to peek behind herself, she would have seen that there had
been a triangular section about four inches wide removed from the
jacket at about her shoulder blade level. This triangle was
reinforced with leather around the edge of the opening and had a
small metal clip hanging loosely out of it. The tall woman
continued to work, diligently trying to connect the wire when,
finally, there was a small "click" as the two ends of the wire
connected.

   The two women soon set their attentions on Mariko's next piece
of apparel, this turned out to be a set of black leather riding
gloves. Not normal gloves as you may expect, Mariko had no doubt
that they would be unique. Once they were worked onto her hands she
discovered that the skin tight gloves had no thumbs, rather, the
thumb was part of the side of the glove. Although she could wiggle
her fingers freely, her thumbs for all practical purposes were
gone! The two women used button hooks to close the tops of the
gloves around her wrist.

   They produced a pair of steel handcuffs and locked one on
Mariko's right wrist. Then they unlocked her left wrist from the
chair and twisted it to meet the other hand where it was locked up
in the loose handcuff. They removed the chair's bracelets from her
hands and replaced them on the chair arms ready for the next
dressing session. Mariko now sat with her wrists securely
handcuffed behind her back and her feet still locked to the chair.
When the tall women stepped quickly behind her and pulled her hands
up suddenly between her shoulder blades and clipped them to the
hook in the back of her jacket. Mariko found that any leverage she
could have hoped to have was gone.

   The make-up woman glanced at her watch and said to the other
woman "Its almost 7:30! We had better finish her up! Would you hand
me her tie?" The other woman grunted and handed her a strip of
bright red cloth and then took a firm grip on Mariko's ponytail. 
"We're gonna make sure your completely tied up, doll... Get it?
*TIED* up?" The make-up lady then buttoned up the top two buttons
of the shirt, and slipped the necktie under the collar and around
Mariko's neck. She then carefully knotted the tie, it took her
three tries to get it right, and slid it up tight to Mariko's neck
and tucked the necktie neatly into her sweater. She fumbled around
in her pockets for a moment and produced a little gold collar bar
which she clipped to both sides of her collar under the necktie
knot.  "What's that for?" asked the tall woman.  "Allison likes
them, she calls them tie locks. She had me put one on Sweetcakes
when she took her riding a couple of weeks ago, Sweetcakes rode all
day, then spent the night hogtied in bed and her tie wasn't even
crooked in the morning." replied the make-up woman.  "Pardon me,
but this doesn't fit right, it's awfully tight." Mariko gulped, (or
tried to, it wasn't easy because of the collar.) The make-up woman
tucked a bright red, lace hanky into Mariko's breast pocket and
pined a carnation to her blazer lapel.  "Your comfort doesn't
matter to us, My dear," She said as she worked. "The only thing
that is important is that you look presentable while you are with
your mistress." Using a small safety pin she pined the key to
Mariko's handcuffs to her necktie, just below the knot but
hopelessly out of reach of Mariko's wandering fingers.  "There,
finished," said the make-up woman as she stepped back to admire her
handiwork. "You look so cute!" she squealed to Mariko as she
pinched her cheek and gave her tie one last primp. "Allison's just
gonna eat you up!"  "More likely it'll be the other way 'bout!"
added the tall woman as she turned towards the door with the other
woman.  "Wait a minute, aren't you forgetting something?" asked
Mariko.  "Oh really! can't you be at all patient?.." said the
make-up woman with an exasperated tone "There'll be someone here
presently who'll gag you... Can't you wait until then?"  "No, No!"
Mariko stammered, "Pants, you forgot my PANTS!"  "Oh, you obviously
haven't seen them yet, have you?" said the tall woman with a smile
as she shut the door.

   Shortly, the door opened and in marched the three guards. They
walked around her and began to fumble with the riding britches.
Mariko tried to turn to see them but she found that this was not a
comfortable feat with the tight, starched collar and tie. First,
one girl took hold of Mariko's ponytail and pulled back on it
forcing her to lean back. The other two pulled short nylon
stockings on her feet then pushed her feet into the legs of the
britches. They had to remove the ankle cuffs one at a time to yank
the pants up to Mariko's knees. Even when the pants were at her
knees Mariko knew that they were going to be very tight, but soon
her mind was elsewhere. One of the girls came around where Mariko
could see her new riding boots. They were made of very shiny black
patent leather with heels that were about 5 inches high and no
thicker at the bottom then a pencil. The girl was examining the
heal more closely and pointed out a curious metal threading
something like a screw starting about one inch from the tip of the
heal and continuing about another inch up the heel. The three girls
(or four if you count Mariko) examined the heels for a moment then
shrugged it off and began trying to put the boots on poor Mariko.
Every stitch she wore until then had fit her like a glove but these
boots were a different story, they were much too small, at least
one size, maybe two. Mariko tried to explain this fact to the
guards, loudly! The guard holding her hair put a stop to that
nonsense with a hand pressed firmly over her mouth. The others
pulled, tugged, crammed and finally forced her feet into the boots.
They pulled the little straps up and around her calf and put small
padlocks at the top so the boots couldn't be removed without the
key which was added to the handcuff key pined to her tie.

   They stood Mariko up and then re-applied themselves to pulling
up the britches. When the pants were just below her crotch they
stopped and one of them went over to the table and returned with a
small velvet box. When she opened it, Mariko tried her best to bolt
for the door and would have made it except for the high heels and
the fact that a guard still had a firm grip on her hair. As it was
she made it a grand total of about 1 inch. Mariko begged and
pleaded with these girls but they paid no attention to her. As the
girl with the box removed three shiny steel ball bearings and came
towards Mariko with a slight hint of a smile on her face, the other
one bent down and grabbed her ankles and forced them as far apart
as the tight britches would allow. The first girl quickly and
efficiently inserted the Ben-Wa balls and then pressed the crotch
of the britches into place to insure that the balls wouldn't pop
out. The other two redoubled their efforts at pulling the pants
into place. Mariko suddenly realized that the crotch of the pants
had been lined with rubber and this, combined with the built in
tightness of the pants, was forcing the balls even deeper inside
her. They zipped up the britches and Mariko could already feel the
rubber doing its best to warm things up. She barely noticed the
"click" of the lock insuring that she would be wearing the riding
britches for some time to come. A wire hobble of about 18 inches
was added to small rings on the inside of the ankles of her boots.
The hobble was really unnecessary because there was no way Mariko
could possibly run in these boots, in fact she was surprised she
could even stand.

   Lastly came the riding hat, a derby. Mariko had no delusions
about this at all. They plunked the black velvet hat down on her
head and a whole bunch of matching leather straps fell around her
cheeks. The main strap, which one of the girls was trying to apply
to her mouth was connected to a steel bit type of arrangement which
popped easily into her startled mouth when she gasped as one of the
girls attempted to rearrange her Ben-Wa balls from the outside. The
steel bit passed between her teeth and drew her lips back at the
corners as the straps were tightened securely at the back of her
neck under her ponytail. In the center of the bit was a hard rubber
pad that extended forward under the bit, right up to the back of
her lower teeth. Right behind the bit the rubber was softer and
curled upwards squishing itself against the roof of her mouth. As
it worked out the gag was inserted perfectly the first time, the
lower pad crushed her tongue against the floor of her mouth and the
upper rubber had plenty of room to expand should she try to open
her mouth any further. Mariko was limited in that regard because of
the tightness of the bit in her mouth where it pulled her cheeks
back cruelly. Mariko heard the small click of the lock at the back
of her neck and the key to her gag was added to the growing
collection dangling from her necktie and our little equestrienne
was ready her canter.

   Mariko was shoved roughly out the door and into the hall. The
guards were content to let her stumble along at her own awkward
pace down the corridor. Suddenly a door to her right flew open and
Mariko found herself face to face with Courtney. Her heart sank as
she looked at her friend who was done up in exactly the same
fashion as Mariko except her color was blue, Navy for the blazer,
light blue for the sweater and her tie was blue plaid complete with
the keys pinned neatly in place. The two prisoners didn't even have
time to exchange sympathetic glances as they were marched awkwardly
down the hall. The only sound that followed them was the high
pitched click of their heels on the concrete floor and the merry
jingle of the dangling keys. They were then bundled into an
elevator and taken up to the main level of the estate and after
another seemingly endless stroll, they were taken to a door that
led outside, the first time they had been outside since they had
been brought here. Given a choice, Mariko would have hoped that
their exit would have been a little more dignified.

   They walked down a long stone walkway to where they saw the
make-up woman standing on the edge of the white stone driveway.
When they arrived the make-up lady made them stand for an
inspection, adjusting here and primping there. They then were
forced to march back and forth so she could "Get a good look at
you" and apparently satisfied, she dismissed the guards who
returned to the house. Mariko looked around herself in disbelief as
various maintenance people busied themselves around the grounds.
They paid no more attention to the two bound and gagged girls then
they would to a couple of secretaries out on their lunch hour.
Mariko wondered if this sight could be more commonplace around here
then she ever imagined. She shuddered at the possibilities.
Presently, a golf cart came bouncing up the dirt road and came to
a stop in front of the three women. A large man in filthy coveralls
smelling distinctly of manure stepped out of the cart and asked the
make-up woman,  "Are Deez Dem?"  "No," Mariko thought, "It's two of
the other sixteen girls standing around in ridiculous looking
riding outfits wearing handcuffs and gags." The make-up woman
assured the man that they were indeed the girls he was looking for
and then stepped back. He guided Mariko and Courtney to the back of
the golf cart then carefully seated them there, facing the rear.
Mariko was so relived to be off her already sore feet that she
barely noticed as he fiddled with their hobbles and yanked on one
end causing a slip knot device on the wire to tighten, pulling the
girl's ankles snugly together. The make-up lady bent down where the
girls could easily see her and said,  "You two have a nice day and
I'll see you this evening... bye-bye!" She turned and then without
looking back, walked into the house. The man spent a moment or two
talking about the weather with the gardener who was trimming a
nearby hedge, then, whistling a little off key tune, he jumped into
the drivers seat and turned the cart around and headed off towards
the distant stables with two very nervous, very uncomfortable,
passengers aboard.

   The ride seemed longer the it really was for the girls as they
were roughly bounced about by the bumpy dirt road they were being
shuttled down. Soon they were passing huge exercise pens bordered
with white stock yard fences surrounding bright green manicured
lawns. Most of the pens were occupied by varying numbers of
beautiful horses prancing about, some being attended by grooms
others free to run about. Mariko couldn't help but notice how
idyllic it all appeared, and what a distinct contrast it was to
their present situation.

   Mariko squirmed in her bonds for a moment... testing... hoping
the man driving wouldn't notice. (He didn't) But it didn't matter,
she wasn't going to get loose now, not a chance. She only prayed
that someone would make a mistake and give her an opening for
escape. Just a crack, That was all she would need! She could crawl
miles to escape, run through streams to throw off the sent of the
dogs that were sure to be sent after her. Duck the searchlights!
(Hey! this is getting pretty darn exciting!) Then she could climb
that last fence and make it to freedom! The golf cart came to a
sudden stop and Mariko's momentum made her bump against the back of
the seat, causing her handcuffs to click a notch tighter.  "Shit,
So much for fantasy. Back to reality..." She thought.

   There was certainly more interest here then back at the house.
Several trainers walked by slowly, really taking in our heroines
predicament.  "Hey babe, Goin' Riiiidin'?!" One called out
teasingly as he walked by. Mariko tried to meet their stares, but
almost immediately she found herself staring at the ground behind
the cart trying to make herself as small as possible. The driver
was writing something on a pad in the cart and when he was finished
he walked to the back of the cart and easily hoisted Mariko over
his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. With one hand on her rump for
balance, he walked towards the nearby barn. As he neared the door
he stopped a man who was passing by.  "Yo Karl! Ya got a butt?!" 
"Waddya Talkin' about, You already have one right there!" replied
Karl motioning to all he could see of Mariko. The big man fumbled
in his pockets for a moment.  "No I don't, I haven't got any
smokes." Replied Mariko's chauffeur.  "I don't believe this!"
Mariko couldn't help say out loud... All that came out was "Eh Dt
Bleh Tds!" though, and nobody paid any attention.  "Here take one
of mine Lou." Karl said as he lit the cigarette for Lou.  
"Palmer's going riding today, huh Lou?... Can I have a look?" 
"Sure..." Lou replied as he turned around and Mariko found herself
staring right into the face of Karl, another stable hand.  "Man,
what a waste, This ones a ten too, Just like the others!" This was
definitely the most bizarre compliment Mariko ever had, and
hopefully ever would, receive.  "You have a good time now Ya'ear"
Karl said as he walked away. Mariko just wished people would stop
telling her to have fun in this screwed up place.

   Lou carried her into the barn and walked over to a horse stall
in the corner. There he bent over and placed her on her feet in the
straw in the middle of the stall. He squatted down and loosened
Mariko's hobble out to about six inches, enough for her to shuffle
about in the stall and that was about it. He stepped out of the
stall and closed the gate, then turned to Mariko and said  "I
suggest dat ya don't try ta sit down, caus' ya might get dirty.
Unda stand?"  "Yes, I understand!" Mariko tried to reply, But all
she said was "Yth Eh Nudthd!".  "What?"  "Ydth! NI! Nudthsss!" (She
drooled a little).  "What?"  "FHth YYn Athhl!" (She drooled a lot). 
"Sorry Honey, can't understand what ya is saying." With that, he
turned around and walked out to get Courtney. Mariko shuffled over
to the gate and looked longingly at the latch. It was outside, she
was inside... No way.  "Shthh!" Almost immediately Lou returned
with Courtney under his arm and deposited her in next to Mariko.
Then he closed the gate and left. Escape, although it certainly
entered both girls minds was out of the question. They stood as
close as they could to each other trying to embrace the only
comfort they had in this crazy world. The comfort would not last
very long.

   Lou returned carrying two small English saddles and blankets and
dropped them in front of the stall. Then he called out to another
man who was walking by the doors,  "Hey, Joe! Do me a favor an get
Thunder an' Cyclone for me will ya!" Thunder!!!... Cyclone!!!!!...
Mariko and Courtney looked at each other in terror! Lou didn't seem
to notice though, as he brought out a large crate and put it on the
floor in front of the gate. Then he sat down on it and fiddled with
one of the saddles. Joe appeared suddenly pulling two gigantic
horses, one black, the other brown. He tied the brown one to a post
and led the black one over to the crate and helped Lou saddle it.
The horse snorted but didn't resist much. Mariko just couldn't get
over how big it was! Joe held the reins as Lou walked into the
stall. Courtney panicked and bolted as Lou approached her,
shuffling as fast as she could for the corner of the stall.
Unfortunately, her mincing steps of six inches was no match for
Lou's stride. He simply took hold of the back of her pants and spun
her around and steered her towards the gate. Mariko backed away
into the other corner. Lou picked Courtney up and stood her on the
crate next to the horse and removed the hobble connecting her
ankles. Then, with one motion, he stepped up on the crate, grabbed
Courtney by the back of the jacket and the seat of the pants and
deposited her in the saddle.  "Hey, there little lady," Joe
drawled, "Cyclone's a real good horse, why he ain't thrown nobody
for a couple of weeks now!" Courtney was whimpering audibly. Joe
continued,  "Just don't show him your afraid, an' whatever you do,
don't make any sudden movements to spook him!" Courtney's body went
absolutely ridged, not so much as a deep breath passed her lips as
the men finished up their work. They put her feet into the stirrups
and then Mariko saw what those curious screw things on their heels
were for. Lou carefully guided Courtney's heel into a hole on the
stirrup and pushed it down until the screw threads came out the
bottom. He produced a wing nut from his pocket and tightened the
nut on the threads, thus preventing Courtney from pulling her foot
out of the stirrup. He walked casually to the other side of the
horse an repeated the procedure. Joe took the reins and led Cyclone
to the side and tied the horse to another post. Courtney still
hadn't moved a muscle. While Joe was getting Thunder into position
beside the crate Lou turned to Mariko and said,  "Don't keep us
waitin' sweetie".

   It didn't take a kick in the head for Mariko to realize the
futility of resistance. She put her head down to watch where she
was going and shuffled forward. By the time she arrived at the
crate Thunder was saddled and waiting. The closer and closer she
got to her mount the more and more amazed she got at just how big
horses really get and just how much she didn't want to see how big
it was from the horse's back. Lou settled any doubts she might have
had by grabbing her and swiftly depositing her in the saddle. 
Momentarily, her feet were secured in the stirrups and Joe
cautioned,  "Remember, No sudden movements." The warning was
unnecessary as Mariko had been following Courtney's lead from the
moment she hit the saddle.  "Remember Girls, Don't spook them!" Joe
said as he walked away chuckling. Lou took both sets of reins and
led the reluctant equestriennes out of the barn.

   The sound of hoof beats thundered up from behind the girls.
Neither dared turn to look but their eyes flashed back and forth
desperately trying for a glimpse of anything  "Yo Ho, you two! I
see your right on time!" Allison called from behind. Both girls
stared straight ahead.  "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"
Allison loved bad puns... She slowly coaxed her mount around where
her new playmates could see her. Allison was dressed in a old red
flannel shirt with a white thermal T-shirt under it, Jeans, Cowboy
boots and a beat-up ten-gallon hat. She slowly rode her horse
around the girls, checking them out and teasing them a little, 
"I've got the lunch, The wine, Plenty of rope, I can't think of
anything else we could need for our picnic. Can you?" She reached
back into her saddle bag and removed an expensive looking camera
and took a dozen or so photos of the girls from various angles. 
"For my album." Allison explained. On the third time around she
noticed that the only time her little pets were looking at her was
when she was directly in front of them. She suddenly stopped short
in front of the two girls who sat rigidly in their saddles. Allison
leaned forward and examined her captives faces closely.   "They
told you the horses names, didn't they?" Both girls nodded ever so
slightly. A smile broke across her face and she burst into
laughter. Both horses were startled and both riders screamed into
their gags but neither horse moved. Allison slowly began to regain
control of herself.  "Their names are a joke you dummies! These are
two big marshmallows!... They wouldn't hurt a fly! They've done
this same thing hundreds of times. You can scream and struggle or
anything you want and they wont move, they're completely trained!" 
It took a moment, but then both girls realized that their captor
was really telling the truth. They both slumped in the saddles. 
"Look at me!" Allison ordered and both visibly relieved girls
complied.  "There are about a million and one things I am going to
do to you two. And I plan on doing each and every one to you at my
leisure... Alison then cerimoniously leaned over, and flicked the
button holding Mariko's blazer closed. The jacket then fell open
framing her sweatered breasts rather then supporting them. The wire
under her sweater unsured that the jacket was staying on. She
winked at Mariko then and then repeated the drill on Courtney. I
don't want to *TERRIFY* you... just terrorize you! And just
remember, I won't need to hurt you to accomplish that." With that,
Allison reached down and untied the reins from the post and tied
them to her pommel.  "Ready for some fun in the sun girls? What do
ya say to a gallop!" Allison shouted as she spun her horse about
and headed for the trail with Mariko and Courtney about to begin
the ride of their lives.

   ** END OF PART 1 **

Anakha.
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