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Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - B&D ACADEMY Chapter 7
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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
   Chapter 7
   By SNIDLEY

   It wasn't as if things stopped for our heroines on the weekends,
but as Mariko fell into the routine of the Academy, those days
seemed somehow, more relaxed. There were no classes to attend and
Ma'am and Joan tended to go easy on their charges. They usually
just gave them some sort of mundane task to perform. Cutting
leather patterns, polishing shoes or chains, oiling leather items
or some other such nonsense. "Busy hands, Happy hands..." was
Allison's much quoted motto.

   The sun rose on the newest Saturday and found Mariko snuggled in
her bed. She had long come to enjoy the 6-7 hours of freedom and
respite that her bed provided. Goodness knows, she paid dearly for
it during the other eighteen hours of the day. Her dreams of lying
on a big, beautiful, white sand beach were rudely interrupted by a
jostling hand on her shoulder. 

   "Wake up! Wake up!..." whispered Ma'am as she gently rubbed
Mariko's shoulder. 

   "Humm... Ohhh... Just five more minutes..." Mumbled Mariko
without opening her eyes. (being a notoriously slow riser) And
unbelievably, the hand disappeared. Mariko's mind was not quite
clear and she momentarily wondered if she had dreamt about Ma'am.
After all, it was usually a buzzer that got her up in the morning.
Mariko dismissed the disruption as her imagination as she drifted
back to the beach. She was dozing back to sleep hearing only the
cries of the gulls and rumbling of the waves when a huge slosh of
cold water enveloped her head. Sputtering and shivering, she sat
bolt upright in her, now soaking wet bed. Ma'am was there, smiling
down at the stunned girl. 

   "Now was that really necessary!?!" stammered Mariko as she ran
her fingers through her hair attempting to strain out as much of
the icy water as was possible. 

   "Well, No, I suppose it wasn't... But I've just always wanted to
do that." giggled Ma'am as she put the pail down on the table. 

   "And anyway, today's Saturday, you're not supposed to be mean to
me today." Whined Mariko.

   "Gee, who made up that rule?" wondered Ma'am. "Because if that's
what you expected, your in for a big disappointment... You have 45
minutes to eat and get cleaned up. So you had better hustle." 

   "Oh, swell. Could you at least tell me what's going on?" 

   "Well, let's just say that you are in for a very interesting day
and leave it at that... Why spoil the surprise?" replied Ma'am as
she headed for the door. "You have 44 minutes..."

   Mariko hurried over to the table and peered despondently at her
breakfast. Boring old corn flakes. She had found through
experience, that it was better to eat what they provided rather
then to refuse it, whereas she would either go hungry or be
"Coaxed" by her captors.

   She was in the final stages of drying herself under the air
dryer when Ma'am appeared again and led Mariko back into the main
room. Two chairs were arranged facing each other and the standard
cosmetics were arranged on the table. With a despondent sigh,
Mariko assumed the position and Ma'am began applying her Make-up.
Glancing behind Ma'am as she was applying a pink lip-gloss to her
lips, Mariko spied a guard pushing a cart with several hangars of
clothes. The guard pushed the cart into the corner and then
departed. Undoubtedly Mariko would be dressing up for whatever they
had planed. Ma'am finished her work and told Mariko to stand up. 

   Mariko complied as Ma'am went to the cart and returned with a
white garter belt and stockings, and handed them to Mariko. As she
had on each and every day, she turned up her nose at her captors
choice of attire. 

   "Look," said Ma'am unemotionally "We can do this the easy way or
the hard way, It doesn't matter to me..." But it certainly did to
Mariko. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the stockings up
her leg. The stockings turned out to be much shorter then usual.
The reinforced area that usually was positioned high on her thigh,
was only an inch or so above her knee. Luckily, the garter straps
were long enough to reach. Next followed a pink shirt with a
starched white collar. If it was possible there seemed to be more
starch in this one then all of the others Mariko had endured before
put together. At least it had a full front to it this time. Mariko
reached behind her to smooth out the tail of her shirt.
Unfortunately, and not to her surprise, there was no back tail to
the blouse. Just an up-side down "U" 

   "Uh, Oh..." thought Mariko. "I don't think I like the looks of
this..."

   Ma'am stood watching Mariko button the blouse up and observed
Mariko's resigned glance at the black silk necktie Ma'am had hung
on her finger.

   "You know, I'm really getting sick of those." Mariko said as she
buttoned up the top button of her blouse. 

   "Yeah, I understand, I am too, but I get the feeling that
someone around here really likes them on you..." (The two girls
pause, look at each other, then turn and glare at SNIDLEY, Who
sheepishly grins and shrugs in return... :^) "...So, on it goes!"
continued Ma'am as she stepped forward and put the tie around
Mariko's neck.

   Mariko obediently held her chin up and stood still as Ma'am
pulled the knot tight and then clipped the gold collar bar in
place. Mariko tried to run her finger around the inside of her
collar but it was far too snug. It briefly crossed her mind that
she would trade this collar for a leather one any time. The leather
ones never seemed to be this constricting. Ma'am interrupted this
thought as she handed Mariko a pair of gold cuff-links. Each was in
the shape of a little horse's head. Mariko groaned.

   "Allison's not gonna make me go riding again, is She?" whined
Mariko. 

   "Nope, You won't be riding any horses today, that I can assure
you." Ma'am said with a smirk as she handed Mariko a black skirt.
This skirt was heavy and stiff and surprisingly long for once, with
two black satin stripes running down along the outside of her leg.
Mariko unzipped the side zipper and slipped the skirt up her legs.
With a roll of her eyes she shook her head at the construction of
the skirt. Although it ran all the way to the lower part of her
calf, It had no back. When she looked in the mirror she could see
her cheeks outlined by the elongated "Heart" shaped panel that had
been removed from the back of the skirt. The top of the heart
curved around the top of each cheek and the point at the bottom of
the heart ended just above the back of her knees. She couldn't see
the back of her blouse that she had tucked into her skirt. Both her
ass cheeks stuck prominently out of the heavy black garment. Ma'am
smiled and patted Mariko's bum as she handed her a vest.

   Mariko slipped the pink vest on and buttoned it up the front,
capturing her dangling necktie. It contrasted with her shirt by the
thin black piping that ran along it's edges. Mariko hadn't noticed
the laces in the back but Ma'am hadn't forgotten. When she was done
the vest was tight and formed around Mariko's waist and hugged her
tits in a restrictive way. Mariko could still move about but she
was conscious of her every breath in this outfit. Ma'am was
enjoying the sight of the petite Japanese girl as she squirmed in
her new getup. Mariko couldn't seem to decide what was more
uncomfortable, the collar and tie, the tight little vest, or the
skirt that exposed almost as much as it covered. The only thing
that she seemed to not be bothered by was her feet. (Heh!) Time for
her boots. 

   Ma'am plucked them off the shoe tree on the cart and handed them
to Mariko. Mariko sat down on her chair to put them on. She ignored
the feeling of her bare cheeks rubbing against the cool wood of the
chair as she pulled the boots on. The heels were very high, about
5 inches, but surprisingly, the boots were not all that
uncomfortable. Given a moment, Mariko discerned that although the
heels were high, the leather that surrounded her feet was a little
softer then what she was accustom to and also, instead of being
tight, the boots were just a little bit loose. (In other words,
they fit.) Mariko stood and walked about for a moment. Perhaps
things were getting better. Then again, perhaps not...

   Ma'am held both her hands out towards Mariko, A black leather
glove held open between them. Mariko held out her right hand and
pressed it into the glove with Ma'am's help. Her fingers found
their way into their allotted places and then her thumb slid into
it's billet, tucked securely and helplessly out of the way. Ma'am
buckled a small strap around her wrist and then held out the other
glove. Mariko realized that as soon as she put her other hand in
it's glove she was as good as bound. She would be almost completely
helpless to anything Ma'am would choose to do to her. Now was the
time to resist if she was going to... Mariko sighed and pressed her
hand into the glove. Ma'am tightened the glove's wrist strap around
Mariko's wrist and then smiled at the little slave.

   Without even letting go of Mariko's wrist, she easily spun the
Japanese girl around and yanked her hands behind her back. Mariko
felt the leather strap wrap around her wrists and press the smooth
cotton of her shirt into her wrist as Ma'am tightened the strap.
Ma'am followed that strap with the obligatory one around Mariko's
elbows. It was of no surprise to Mariko, in fact, she would have
been even more surprised if Ma'am hadn't. Ma'am tugged the strap
until Mariko's elbows touched and then tucked the strap end into
it's holder. With a light shove on the shoulder, Ma'am pushed
Mariko out into the center of the room.

   "Now, let's see, what have we forgotten?" Ma'am said as Mariko
squirmed against the straps. There was never a millimeter of give
but somehow it always made her feel better to struggle at first. 

   Mariko glanced at herself in the mirror. She couldn't help but
admire herself for a moment. It was funny, but although she would
never have selected an outfit like this for herself, she was
beginning to relish how conscious of her body she felt when they
did this to her. And how sexy. All her clothes were tight, so
compressing, that sometimes it was uncomfortable to breath, but
they never looked like they were too small. Her vest for example,
felt to her as if the buttons were about to pop, but to an outside
observer all the edges laid flat and the vest just looked very
tailored. Her skirt pressed against her thighs and tucked in
smoothly as she legs narrowed at the knee. It didn't buckle or
wrinkle along the front and hung loosely down to the middle of her
calf's where the kick pleat allowed her to walk easily. Even the
shirt and tie was becoming part of her. It no longer looked silly
or butch to her, the look had become rather coy and cute. Now if it
wasn't so damn uncomfortable. 

   Ma'am suddenly appeared in the mirror behind Mariko and knelt
down. Mariko watched as Ma'am began fiddling with the kick pleat in
her skirt. Buttoning buttons. When Ma'am stood again, Mariko
realized what she had done. Mariko was now as securely hobbled as
she had ever been, only there was no cord between her ankles. Her
steps were limited to about 10 inches before the skirt "popped" and
she would have to step again. Mariko tested this as she walked
about for a moment, swaying from side to side with each step. 

   "Well, I've got a bunch of other things to do..." Ma'am said,
interrupting the mood, "Allison will be here to get you in an hour
or so. Now, come here so I can put a gag on you..." 

   "Oh, come on Ma'am, I won't talk or anything. If you are just
going to leave me here, what difference does it make if I'm gagged
or not?" Mariko pleaded. Ma'am paused and thought for a moment,
then reached for the door. "Phew..." exclaimed Mariko, as she
turned back to look at herself in the mirror. Suddenly Ma'am was
behind her again.

   "Well, If it really doesn't matter, then you may as well be
gagged, eh?" said Ma'am as she roughly spun Mariko around to face
her and then forcefully pressed a leather wad into Mariko's mouth. 

   The thin strap was tightened at the back of her head under her
hair and then a second strap, about 2 1/2 inches wide crossed over
her mouth again covering up the cruel looking packing and making
the gag look very tidy. Ma'am spun Mariko back to face the mirror
again. This time to admire the suppressing gag in her mouth. 

   "Now don't you dare mess up your outfit!" Ma'am said as she
shook her fist at Mariko. Mariko wasn't particularly threatened by
the fist, although she was most certainly convinced that she would
be better off if she followed the advice.

   It was amazing to Mariko just how slowly time passed when she
was bound and gagged like this. Mariko did her best to pass the
time. She kicked a chair over in front of the mirror so she could
sit comfortably and really study herself. She tried to figure out
what was so appealing about her predicament. To no avail. After a
little while of this she decided to try to get some rest. She sat
down on the edge of the bed and carefully laid down onto her side,
so that her arms would not be compressed under her. She was careful
not to wrinkle her clothes as well. Better safe then sorry.

   Mariko awoke to a fumbling at the door. She sat up quickly and
glanced at her clothes. Still tidy. So far so good. The surprise
was that it was Allison at the door, She had on a black blazer and
khaki riding britches with a crisp white shirt with an open collar
and a paisley ascot. A black derby was cocked nattily on the side
of her head.

   "Up, Up, Up!..." Allison chattered as she entered. All business.
She grabbed a pink coat off the hangar and approached Mariko. She
spun Mariko around and held the coat open. Mariko, confused at
first, did nothing. She hadn't bothered to examine the coat while
it was on the rack. With her arms tied behind her, she would not be
able to slip her arms into the sleeves. Allison was insistent
though, as she held the coat out. What Mariko hadn't bargained on
was that she didn't have to worry about the sleeves, all she had to
do was stick both her arms down the sleeve. The jacket was
constructed with only one sleeve that ran down the center of her
back. Allison slid the jacket up Mariko's arms and onto her
shoulders. Mariko was somewhat surprised that the jacket fit so
well. It was as if it was tailor made for her, and her arms and
unfortunately... her bum. 

   The coat, although it hung to her knees, had the same
upside-down "U" as her skirt in the back. Mariko's buttocks stuck
right out. Allison buckled a little strap onto Mariko's gloves. It
was attached at the back of her hand and ended at the wrist strap.
When it was tightened Mariko's wrists turned upward pulling her
hands away from her buttocks, eliminating the possibility that she
would be able to cover herself with her hands. Allison turned her
around again (Mariko was beginning to get dizzy) and buttoned the
single button on the front of the jacket. With her arms tied behind
her as they were that single button was as insurmountable as a
padlock. This coat was not coming off. Allison went behind Mariko
again and pulled her hair back and tied it with a pink ribbon. She
then produced a derby for Mariko and plunked it down on her head
and brushed her hands with a satisfied sigh. 

   "There, just some final primping. We'll fix you tie, and smooth
your skirt and we'll be all set for the show." Allison said as she
did just that.

   "Show?" thought Mariko apprehensively. "She couldn't possibly
mean..."

   "Yep, We're having quite a competition today. I'm basing it on
a horse show. You and I are going to be a team." Allison said with
a smile. She opened the door to Mariko's suite and motioned for
Mariko to precede her. This didn't bode well at all. 

   The golf cart squeaked to a stop behind one of the particularly
large barns behind Allison's estate. Allison hopped out of the
passenger seat and came to the back of the cart to collect Mariko.
As soon as Mariko was on her feet the cart zoomed away and back
towards the house. Mariko waited as Allison opened the door and
then she was shoved inside. They walked down a short hallway and
then entered a small plain room. Allison went to a table in the
corner and returned with several small objects. 

   "Hold still!" Allison admonished as she removed the stud
earrings from Mariko's ears. Confused, Mariko waited as Allison
pressed an object against Mariko's ear lobe. It was a ring. Similar
to a small hoop earring, but of a much heavier gage wire. It took
some prodding, but Allison was finally successful in inserting it
through Mariko's pierce. As she began working on the second ear,
Allison began to explain about the competition.

   "The "Show" is going to be divided into two sections, The first
section is called the "Display" section. You are going to be judged
in three categories during Display: appearance, discipline, and
compliance." Allison explained as she worked on Mariko's ear rings.

   "The appearance part is simple. You are judged on how pleasing
you look, everything from your physical attractiveness, to your
attire, to your carriage." Allison continued as she finished
putting the other earring into Mariko's ear. "We start out with a
100 point score, and then points are deducted for any flaws the
judges may find on you. For instance, we will loose points on your
score if your outfit is sloppy or if you don't smile while you are
performing." Mariko did a bit of a double take on that one.
Smiling, under the circumstances was difficult, if not impossible.
Allison smiled at Mariko's astonished expression and then added,

   "Your attire is my responsibility, obviously. Things like
crooked ties, loose buttons, stuff like that all loose points. But
the smiling part is yours. You can smile with your eyes if you try
hard enough." Mariko nodded, she knew she would have to try. 

   "They will also judge your carriage. That is how you move and
stand. We'll go over that in a few minutes. 

   "Discipline is very simple for you. Simply put, when you are in
a pose, you will stay in that pose until you are given a verbal or
physical cue that you are to move.

   "Compliance is judged by how quickly and proficiently you
respond to orders. Some orders will be verbal, some physical, and
some simply implied, so you had better be on your toes!" Allison
glanced down at Mariko's five inch heels. "I mean alert..."

   "The "Compliance and Carriage" parts are what we will go over
now. One of the most important rule is that you will look straight
ahead. Keeping your shoulders square, your chin up and your head
straight. Unless you are given specific orders, you will not turn
your head!" Mariko groaned inwardly, this didn't look like it was
going to be a very fun afternoon. "Let's practice now, and I'll
show you what I mean." Allison said as Mariko scowled at her. "Hey,
I could have entered us in the girl-roping event..."

   "Lets try it... Head up! Eyes front! Shoulders back! Chest out!
Get that head up! Higher!!" Allison decreed, like a drill sergeant
barking orders. "Put you weight on your left foot! Slide your right
foot forward slightly! Not that far! There, that's good." Allison
walked slowly around her charge, inspecting her. Mariko held
perfectly still as she had been told. Allison slowly moved to face
Mariko. She reached out and fiddled with Mariko's necktie, wiggling
it a teeny bit tighter and smoothed it into her vest. "Smile
dear... I want us to win this show really bad, but it is going to
take both of us to pull it off. If it'll take any of the pressure
off you, you should know that no one else competing has ever done
anything like this before. I've just recently come up with the
idea." Allison said proudly. "So everyone that is competing really
has the same chance. But *I* won't settle for anything less then
the blue ribbon!" Allison stated firmly. "And winning is in your
best interests too... If we win, I'll see to it that you enjoy life
for a while, If we don't, you can rest assured that your existence
will become pretty miserable." Mariko gulped behind her gag and
turned to look at Allison with apprehension. "But don't worry, I'm
sure you will do your best... NOW EYES FRONT!!! and don't forget to
smile..." Allison said sweetly as she walked over to the table and
picked up a small object.

   "Now this," said Allison as she stepped behind Mariko "...is how
I'm going to direct you around the ring." Mariko could feel her
fussing with the back of her gag strap, tying something to it. As
she finished, she moved to Mariko's right ear, attending to the
stout ring she had already inserted there. After doing the same to
the left ring, Allison squatted and unbuttoned the hobble skirt so
Mariko could walk. Then she stepped into Mariko's line of sight. In
her hand was a hand-grip of sorts. It was in the shape of a half
circle approximately 8 inches in circumference. On closer
examination it resembled a "D" with the grip on the curved section.
On the flat section there were three holes. One in the center and
one on each end, where the flat part joined the curved parts. Going
into the center hole was a single line of stout fishing line. Clear
nylon thread. Out of the other two holes was a whisper thin
filament following the same path as the heavier line. The lines
passed from the hand-grip, around Mariko's side and behind her.
Mariko had a very bad feeling about this. There were two buttons on
the grip. Allison pushed one of them with her thumb and moved over
to the table with the three lines spilling out of the grip to
accommodate the distance between them. "It's all so clever, and
simple." Allison said "When you feel this..." Allison said as she
gently twisted the grip to the right. "You turn right." Mariko felt
a steady pull on her right earlobe drawing the lobe back. She
turned her head to accommodate the tugging on her ear, only to
arouse Allison anger. "Keep that head straight! Remember what I
told you!" Mariko complied, turning her head back straight. With
the pull remaining as steady as before Mariko was compelled to turn
her whole body to the right. "Very Good!" The tugging returned,
this time on her left ear. She turned to the left. "Excellent!
You're a quick learner. There's only one thing left..." Mariko
closed her eyes and contemplated her lot. Mariko silently rued the
day she ever took the job at B&D Cosmetics, She really couldn't
imagine anything being any worse then this. Then, there was an odd
sound in the room: 

   Vhoooiish... Vhoooiish... Vhoooiish... *THWICK*. It was worse.
A fiery slice across both her ass cheeks made her jump forward and
scream into her gag. Mariko turned, wide eyed towards Allison, who
held a long smooth stick, about 5 feet long in her hand. Depending
from stick was an equally long filament. Allison smiled,

   "Well?..., Giddyeup!" 

   At first Mariko tried to dodge the whip, but that turned out to
be hopeless. Allison was an expert. She had no choice but to run.
Run at any pace Allison chose. If Mariko moved too slowly, the whip
would kiss her cheeks, If she moved too fast, it would crack scant
inches in front of her face. The lines that ran from her gag and
ears determined the arc of the circle she followed and which way
she headed as she strutted around Allison. Mariko's blood boiled
with frustration as she marched to Allison's biddings, She didn't
dare waver as the whip would follow any lapses without hesitation.
Soon Allison was perfecting her performance. "Lift those knees!"
*Snap*! The whip just flicked against the back of her legs,
striking as a pinpoint, a bee sting, as opposed to the full length
slap that had come to denote speed. "Wiggle that butt!" *Snap*!
"Faster!" *THWICK*!

   This ordeal went on for hours in Mariko's mind, but in reality
it only lasted 15 or 20 minutes. Mariko was indeed a quick study.
Allison continued to brief Mariko about what she was to do. 

   "The second section of the competition is the more physical
part." Allison began. "You will have to move through a course under
my direction. There will be random obstacles throughout and your
performance will be timed. Whoever has the best total score on the
two sections will be..." Allison was interrupted by a knock on the
door. Allison opened it and was handed two cardboard ovals. "Five
Minute." said one of the guards. Mariko would recognize her voice
anywhere. Allison shut the door and returned to Mariko's side.

   "Look! My lucky number!" declared Allison as she held up the
card. A big black number 69 was stenciled on the white disk.

   "Figures..." Thought Mariko. Allison pinned the card onto the
back of Mariko's jacket, and then removed her own and pinned it on
her own as well before putting it back on. 

   "Well, here we go! Remember, *Big Smile*..." She said as she
flicked the whip across Mariko's rear.

   Mariko was forced to precede Allison down the hall with the
point of the whip-stick jabbing her at the top of the crack of her
ass. Allison prodded her along down the hall in this method.
Whenever they would come to a turn in the corridor, Mariko would
feel a tug on the appropriate earlobe. Right, then left, then
right. Mariko found herself heading down a long dark corridor, with
a brightly lit but somehow, menacing doorway at the end. From the
other end, two figures entered the corridor from the lighted area,
but because of the lighting, Mariko was unable to make out more
then their silhouettes. As they got closer, Mariko realized, none
to her surprise that one girl was being driven along in the same
manner as Allison was prodding her. As they grew even nearer,
Mariko's worst fears were confirmed. It was Courtney.

   Her outfit very similar to Mariko's, only a lovely pastel
lavender. Mariko tried to convey her sorrow for getting Courtney
into this, but simultaneous lashes on each girls bums discouraged
any such expressions and hurried the two girls in their opposite
directions. Mariko was surprised for an instant as Courtney's
handler passed by, The tall, auburn haired woman was a complete
stranger. She wore a outfit similar to Allison's only the jacket
was a deep purple velvet material. She grinned wickedly as she
prodded Courtney past. As the lighted doorway loomed more intensely
that ever, Allison decided to hurry the pace. Vhoooiish *THWICK*!
Vhoooiish *THWICK*! *THWICK*!! Mariko doubted she could move any
faster on the high heel boots, but Allison coaxed her on. With
unabashed gusto.

   Mariko broke out into the blinding light, She entered a large
ring, with high wooden walls and what appeared to be seats rising
up above the walls. The floor was covered with a thin coat of sand,
perhaps 1/2 an inch deep. under the sand, the floor seemed to be
hard wood or maybe concrete. An instant after Mariko entered the
ring, she was surprised when a loudspeaker blared:

   "NOW ENTERING THE RING... NUMBER 69... MaaAARRRRIKO!
    A TWENTY-FOUR YEAR OLD FILLY...
    HANDLER: OUR OWN... All*IS*ONNnnn...

   The announcement simply surprised Mariko, but what followed
appalled her. Applause, thundering applause. Coming from behind
her. Allison's coaxing whip kept Mariko scurrying forward, unable
to see where the sounds were coming from. As Mariko neared the far
wall she felt the slight pull on her left earlobe. She complied, as
much out of necessity then direction. If she didn't turn soon, she
was going to crash into the wall. As Mariko continued on the wide
arc, she slowly came to face the direction of the applause. There
were stands behind the entrance to the ring, and they were full of
people! Mariko's best estimate was that there were easily more then
100 people seated in the stands. Men and women, some old, some
young, some bound, some free, all that were able were applauding
enthusiastically. Allison had stopped at the center of the ring and
Mariko trotted in a circle around her. Allison kept the pressure on
her with the whip, and even reminded Mariko to high-step with
several bee-sting snaps to her bum. As Mariko reached the furthest
point in the room away from the crowd, she felt a hard pull on her
left ear again. It could only mean one thing. Mariko turned hard
left and ran to where Allison stood facing the audience. The lines
that controlled her were automatically spooled back into the hand
grip as she drew closer to Allison. Allison held out her arm as a
signal for Mariko to stop. Mariko had no choice. She stopped beside
Allison. Allison then proceeded to bow to the audience. At the low
point of the bow she whispered "Curtsy!" so that only Mariko could
hear. Mariko sighed and did as she was told... To more thundering
applause. Allison then began adjusting Mariko's stance. She tapped
Mariko's foot with the whip-stick, coaxing it forward. She flicked
under Mariko's chin to remind her about her posture. "Smile!" she
whispered as she turned her back to the audience. Mariko did her
best. Allison stepped back and with great pomp, Mariko was
presented to the judges. 

   Five strangers, four men and a woman stepped forward. Each had
a clipboard and scribbled notes on them as they approached. Each
had a different style of judging it seemed. On man stood back, just
looking. One man and the woman walked slowly around Mariko as she
stood at attention, but trying to act indifferent. The other two
men stood to Mariko's left and right, looking her up and down. They
looked, frowned, then scribbled. Mariko had never been the center
of such intense scrutiny before. The crowd in the stands was
hushed, so quiet in fact that Mariko only was aware of them because
she could almost feel their eyes bearing down on her. The Judge on
Mariko's right slowly moved across to the judge on the left, and
they studied the bound girl together for a moment. Then one Judge
whispered something to the other and they both laughed. Mariko
blushed, she couldn't help it. She was both thrilled and mortified
by the attention she was receiving. All these people, staring at
her. Her heart fluttered and her breaths came very short. Hot
flashes rolled down her spine as she began to perspire under the
scrutiny. One thing stayed in her mind though. Allison's words, she
couldn't move, no matter what, unless she was told. The judge that
had been a bit reticent suddenly came face to face with the bound
girl. Mariko's eyes widened in apprehension as this man examined
her face from mere inches. He didn't speak, he didn't touch her. He
just looked. Mariko's concentration faltered under the pressure.
Her head dropped and she looked down. Allison stepped up and tapped
under Mariko's chin with her finger restoring Mariko's posture. All
the judges jotted notes on their pads. Mariko groaned softly into
her gag. She prayed that she hadn't blown it. 

   "Turn around..." said the judge. Mariko complied instantly,
turning her back to the audience. There was a smattering of
applause, as well as some wolf whistles. The woman judge was
standing directly in Mariko's line of sight. She stood with her
hands on her hips, her eyes panned slowly down Mariko's body. Then
back up to her blushing face. The judge's face showed no emotion at
all, or at best the emotion of someone deciding the quality of
melons in a supermarket.

   "Turn around..." Mariko again wheeled on her heels to face the
audience again.

   "Separate your legs." said the judge. Mariko complied. Two of
the judges wrote something down.

   "More!" Again Mariko did as she was told. Her knees were as far
apart as the hobble skirt would allow. The cool air caressing her
pussy. Mariko had been too distracted to notice, but she was
becoming wet and the air reminded her with a chill. "It has to be
sweat, I can't believe I'm getting..." Mariko's thought was
disrupted by a goose, a *GOOSE*! The Judge behind her had almost
succeeded in impaling Mariko with both his thumb and forefinger at
the same instant. Mariko's eyes almost popped out of her head and
her shriek of surprise wallowed behind her gag, but she barely
moved, only raising her weight onto her toes. It really hadn't been
that much of a surprise under the circumstances and she quickly
regained her composure as the crowd thundered its approval.

   As the background noise diminished the judges withdrew to their
table and sat down to watch again. Allison stepped back into the
center of the ring. Mariko knew what was coming but she waited for
it. A sudden yank on her left ear, followed by Vhoooiish *THWICK*!
Mariko turned and trotted the circle once again. Several *SNAPS*
reminded her to keep those knees high as she tried to keep her
balance on her heels. Her skirt hampered her movement and basically
exhausted her as she worked her way around the circle. After 1 and
1/2 more revolutions Allison tugged hard on her left ear and Mariko
was obliged to join her at the center of the ring. Allison turned
and faced the audience and bowed as she had when they had entered.
Mariko didn't have to be told what she was supposed to do... Her
curtsy was elegant and impeccable. When Allison had straightened,
She turned and faced Mariko.

   "Face me." she whispered. No one could hear but Mariko.

   "Now, kneel." Mariko carefully bent and knelt at Allison's feet.
She tried to look as proud as she could. Allison slowly slid out
her foot towards the kneeling girl.

   "Kiss..." She whispered. Mariko closed her eyes. She had endured
many hardships here at the Academy, They had bound her, they had
gagged her, they had forced her to experience things she had never
dreamt of. She had endured every humiliation, every torment... but
she had never submitted.

   "Kiss!..." Mariko opened her eyes and looked up at Allison.
Allison's eyes focused across the room, aloof, indifferent.
Mariko's eyes welled up with tears that no one could see. She
buckled forward and pressed her gagged lips against Allison's boot,
and held them there. The ovation was deafening, whistles and
cheers, the stamping of feet, people standing.

   Allison stepped back as the thunder continued. Mariko didn't
rise, she couldn't. The snap of Allison's whip beside her ear
brought her back to reality. Allison tucked the end of the stick
under Mariko's chin and encouraged her to rise. Once Mariko was on
her feet, Allison reached down and brushed away the residue of sand
that clung to her skirt.

   Vhoooiish *THWICK*! Left ear... Mariko trotted towards the door.
Vhoooiish *THWICK*!, Right ear. Mariko turned down the corridor and
out of the ring. She was totally dependent on Allison's navigating
as her eyes were lost to the tears. Once they were well into the
corridor, Allison pulled back on the tether obliging Mariko to
stop. Allison spun Mariko around and threw her arms around her. 
   "Excellent! Superb job! I'm pleased..." Allison said as she
released Mariko and propelled her down the corridor to their room.
"We're halfway there!"

   Mariko soon found herself back in the holding room. Allison left
her there in quiet contemplation. There were no chairs in the room
and Mariko's feet were beginning to get tired so she minced over to
the table and awkwardly slid up onto it. It wasn't long before
Allison returned. She carried with her an odd looking leather
strap.

   "Good, you're sitting down." Said Allison as she approached and
took Mariko's hat off. In her hand was a complex leather mask of
sorts. Allison held the strap up to Mariko's face and buckled the
straps at the back of her head. The front of the mask was about 2
inches wide and fit tightly across her nose. Directly in front of
her eyes were two smallish squares of leather, extending out
perpendicular from her nose, somewhat similar to eyeglasses.
Mariko's forward sight was completely blocked. To see, Mariko had
to turn her head to the side and peer out of one eye. Sticking out
at right angles to her head were two more of these flaps. As Mariko
watched, Allison reached out and flicked the flap closed, so that
it laid flat against Mariko's head, closing off this angle of
sight. All that remained was a 1/8th of an inch vertical slit that
was approximately 1 inch high to provide Mariko with any visual
frame of reference. When Allison had shut the other side, Mariko's
entire view of the world was through the two of these slits.
unfortunately, these slits were positioned so that she could only
see through one at a time. If directly in front of Mariko was 12
o'clock, the two slits were positioned at 10 o'clock and 2 o'clock.
Mariko soon realized that these slits were good only as an aid to
her equilibrium. They were almost useless for actually seeing
anything.

   Allison took up her reins and whip and went to the center of the
room.

   "March Mariko!" she said, punctuating her order with a *THWICK*
across her ass. "When we get out in the ring you had better react
really carefully to my orders. There are going to be obstacles and
hazards for you to avoid. If you pay attention and trust me, then
you will be fine. If you don't, then the results may be very
unpleasant. Nod your head if up understand." Mariko nodded. They
practiced for a while. In an almost empty room Mariko had no
problems, but she was worried about being in the big ring. Allison
explained that each contestant would be timed as they made their
way through the course. She explained the different signals that
she would be using throughout. Mariko concentrated on her lessons
as her well-being depended on her response. Before long Allison was
satisfied with Mariko's performance and halted Mariko's marching.

   "Okay, that's enough for now. You hop up here and rest while I
go check out the competition." Allison said as she helped Mariko
sit up on the table. Then she left the room. Mariko slumped and
tried to relax. She had become very adept at falling asleep during
these lulls, but, for some reason this time she could not drift
off. Allison had not been gone more then 5 minutes when Mariko
thought she heard a rustling at the door. Since it was probably
Allison just coming to get her for her event, Mariko didn't look
up. It took a moment but Mariko began to feel uncomfortable.
Someone had definitely turned the door lock and entered the room,
but it couldn't have been Allison... She tended to make entrances. 


    Mariko opened her eyes and began to frantically scan the room 
through the slits in her blindfold. Then, she caught a glimpse of
a  purple velvet shoulder. Mariko stared up into the face of the
woman  who had driven Courtney past her in the hallway. Mariko's
confusion  turned into alarm as the woman stalked across the room
at her. Mariko  leapt up from the table and tried to run, but with
the blindfold  securely in place she could barely see where she was
going. She tried  to rush past the strange woman, to get to the
door. As she past, she  felt a hand brush her arm, and then seize
her necktie, swinging Mariko  around and thrusting her back up onto
the table. Mariko tried to kick  her feet, but the stranger pinned
them against the table. Mariko's  impotent struggling only seemed
to annoy her assailant. It didn't take  long for the woman to pin
Mariko on top of the table. With a free hand  the woman fished
around in her pocket to produce a paper cup. she used  her teeth to
open the top of the cup, and then pushed Mariko's skirt  up so that
the top of her boots was exposed. With deft skill she held  the cup
against the top of Mariko's boot and gently shook the cup.  Mariko
could feel the coarse sand slide out of the cup and down into  her
boot. The woman caught and filled Mariko's other boot with the 
sand. She then pulled Mariko up into a seated position and bound
her  her ankles together with a thin cord. The mystery woman shoved
the cup  back in her pocket and brushed her hands, before tackling
the job of  mending Mariko's outfit. When she was done, no one
would have been  able to guess that Mariko had just been in a
vigorous (if oh so brief)  fight.

   "There, that ought to slow you down a bit. Listen, Honey... and 
listen good!" The woman hissed "You won't be winning this race! If
you  do, I'll be sure to have you over to my own personal dungeon
for a  weekend. All by yourself. Understand?" Mariko nodded, she
was for the  first time, frightened. She had no idea who this woman
was, and  whether or not she was capable of following through with
her threat. 

   "Now, you just keep your mouth shut about this little visit..." 
the woman said as she tapped on Mariko's gag for emphasis. She
untied  Mariko's ankles and then, as quickly as she had appeared,
she was  gone.

   A while later, Allison arrived and coaxed Mariko off the table.
When  Mariko's feet hit the floor, the sand the mysterious woman
had poured  into Mariko's boots began to grind against the soles of
Mariko's feet,  especially where her high heels forced her to perch
on the balls of  her feet. This sensation was uncomfortable enough
so that  unconsciously Mariko lifted her knees high, to prolong the
relief of  having no weight pressing into the sand.

   "Excellent Mariko!" Allison exclaimed. "You're getting that
strut  down perfectly!" She had no idea...

   Allison guided Mariko out the door and down the same corridor
that  they had so recently passed. Mariko could hear the sound of
high heel  boots coming towards them from the opposite end of the
corridor. She  couldn't see what was coming, but could imagine. She
strained her  eyes, trying to see out through the slit on her
blinders and as the  sound grew closer she subtly turned her head
to the side a little so  that she could see more directly down the
corridor. Courtney was being  driven along by the woman who had
molested Mariko that short time  before. What Mariko saw chilled
her. Lavender, muddy brown, lavender.  Courtney was caked with mud
and grime. Her lavender riding outfit  rumpled and soaked. The
woman behind her glared at Mariko as she drove  the disheartened
Courtney away.

   The applause was as deafening as ever as Mariko was driven to
the  side of the ring. Allison came in front of her and pretended
to adjust  Mariko's blindfold. As she did she whispered.

   "Okay, here we go. Just do your best and go as fast as you can. 
Trust me... I won't let you hurt yourself..." She said
reassuringly. Mariko swallowed hard. She would try, even with the
extra handicaps  she was coping with.

   *THWICK*! Allison accuracy was as good as ever as the whip
slapped  across Mariko's buttocks. Mariko started off into a
awkward jog.  Responding to the pull on her earlobe Mariko turned
hard right and  picked up her pace as Allison smacked her across
the rear again. A  left pull on the ear and the blinded girl turned
left and kept up the  awkward pace. A sharp snap in front of her
nose and a steady firm pull  against both ears caused her to stop.
Allison tugged back on the rein  easily several times and Mariko
got the message quickly, she backed up  slowly and followed the
coaxing to her right. A hard *THWICK* sent her  on her way again.
To a smattering of applause. 

   The next obstacle hit Mariko at about mid thigh. Allison had
slowed  her so she didn't fall over the bar but she had walked her
into it  anyway. Several firm snaps by the whip on her ass cheeks
made Mariko  realize that she was supposed to hurdle this obstacle.
While hurdling  the bar was out of the question, Mariko was able to
scoot up so she  was sitting on the bar. She pulled her legs over
and straightened up.  The crowd applauded her effort and Mariko was
surprised as she glanced  through the slits on her blindfold. There
were two big strong men on  either side of her next to the
obstacle. They could only be there as  "Spotters" in case she was
to stumble going over the obstacle. 

   "Watch it!" Allison called as Mariko plowed onward. Allison 
stopped Mariko and let her get her bearings through the eye-slits 
before she coaxed Mariko into stepping onto a narrow beam that
crossed  over a shallow trough, filled with slippery mud. Obviously
this is  where Courtney had met her demise. Mariko moved carefully
onward.  Feeling cautiously with her toes before stepping forward,
she reached  the other end safely. Back on solid ground Mariko
forged ahead with a  reckless abandon that surprised even herself.
The coarse sand rubbing  against her feet reminded her of the
woman's threat but somehow, it  took on little importance as
Mariko's competitive spirit began to  rise. Mariko found herself
tugging against the reins, thrusting  forward as hard as she dared.
The crowd egged her on. The pitch of  their cheers growing louder
and louder with each step. Allison guided  Mariko through an
intricate maze of walls, fences and open runs. They  were becoming
a cohesive team.

   It didn't take all that long for fatigue to become a factor. 
Mariko's diminishing stamina becoming a problem. Allison encouraged 
her along relentlessly using both the whip and the reins. As the 
crowd's cheering reached a crescendo and Allison desperately
coerced  the last ounce of strength out of the bound girl, Mariko
saw a  checkerboard pylon pass by her eye-slit and Allison
mercifully  signaled for the exhausted girl to stop.

   Mariko stood and panted through her nose for a few moments as 
Allison acknowledged the applause from the audience. To a point it 
annoyed Mariko that she had done all the work and Allison was 
receiving all the accolades. Allison leaned to Mariko and whispered 
into her ear,

   "Great job Mari! We may win this thing after all!" Mariko looked 
up at the standing crowd through the eye slits. Perspiration
streamed  down her face and soaked her clothing but she was flushed
with  satisfaction at having successfully completed the obstacles
that had  been placed before her. Even if that cheating woman got
her hands on  her, this moment was worth it all. Allison guided
Mariko to the gate  as the crowd began to settle back down. Mariko
caught a glimpse of two  small carts pass by her eye-slits. For a
sobering moment she thought  that she imagined a naked woman
standing at the front of each of the  wire wheeled carts. 

   "Nahhh, I've got to be imaging things..." She briefly hoped, 
knowing full well that she probably was not. Allison's whip was 
unnecessary as Mariko hobbled down the corridor and back to the 
waiting room. Allison hugged the bound girl and kissed her gently
on  the cheek.

   "You did a great job out there Mariko. I'm so proud of you. I 
think we may have won the day with that exhibition. I'm going to go 
find out." She said as she kissed Mariko again and then left the
room.  Mariko sat down on the edge of the table to relieve the
soreness of  her feet and pondered the events of the day. It was
overwhelming to  think that this could be happening to her. How a
bizarre contest like  this could even occur, much less take on so
much importance. 

   Allison opened the door and re-entered. She smiled subtly as she 
removed Mariko's hat and the blindfold harness.

   "It's time for the awards presentation!" Allison said excitedly
as  she straightened Mariko's clothes and replacing her hat once
again.  She opened the door to the room and guided the bound girl
out and down  the now familiar path to the show ring. Mariko was
surprised to find  that there were already several other nattily
dressed girls standing  in the center of the ring shuffling their
feet nervously and to the  other side, 5 girls in bathing suits,
elbow and knee pads, also  securely gagged and bound stood quietly.
Girl-roping participants,  obviously. The contestant's handlers
were made up an even mixture of  the sexes and they stood beside
their charges. There were three other,  almost naked girls still
harnessed to their carts. Those three only  had tiny G-strings to
protect their modesty in direct contrast to  Mariko and the other
girl's elaborate costumes. The only other  contestants Mariko
recognized was Tina and Helen from the party. Tina  nodded to
Mariko as she entered. Commiserating sometimes made these  things
easier. Mariko nodded in return. Shortly, Courtney entered the 
ring. The auburn haired woman had cleaned her up as well as she
could  but it would have probably taken a fire hose and $1000
dollars worth  of dry-cleaning to have done the job properly. 

   With Courtney's entrance, the judges indicated that the
contestants  should line up to receive their awards. Allison
excitedly prodded  Mariko into the line and coaxed her into the now
familiar "Attention"  position. Mariko studied the audience for a
few moments. She saw Ma'am  and Joan standing together off to the
side. They both nodded subtly  and Mariko wasn't sure if they were
acknowledging her or Allison.  Mariko nodded in return, just to be
safe. 

   One of the judges stepped to the front. He carried a wireless 
microphone and when he spoke his voice boomed about the room.

   "...And now! The moment we have all been waiting for! The awards 
for the winners of our little extravaganza!" He said with great 
aplomb. "Competitor number 12!" He said, indicating a spot for the 
first girl to stand. The girl's male trainer patted her crimson
fanny  affectionately as they marched into position. Mariko gulped
nervously,  Two more spots to go. 

   "Competitor number 43!" Said the man. Mariko's eyes shut as she 
waited, one more to go! The team number 43 moved to their place in
the  front. Mariko thought she was going to faint. The tension was
so high  she could have cut it with a knife. They just had to call
her number!

   "Competitor number....... 69!!" The man shouted, as Allison 
squealed with delight and shoved Mariko out to the winners line-up. 
The judge returned to the table and came back with three round
ribbon  badges with long ribbon streamers. He walked up to the girl
in the  center of the three winners. 

   "Competitor Number 43... Third place!" he said as he stuck a
green  ribbon onto her right cheek, held there by an adhesive
backing. The  girl looked disappointed as she backed away behind
the line. Mariko  and the other girl were coaxed closer together in
front of him.  Allison's hand reached out and squeezed Mariko's
tush. As the tension  mounted, her nails dug deeper and deeper into
Mariko's flesh. The  Judge took out the red ribbon. He came and
stood in front of Mariko  and held it aloft. Mariko gulped dismally
and hoped Allison would be  satisfied. 

   "Second place, overall... Competitor Number....... 12!" He
turned  and slapped the ribbon onto the other girl's cheek!
Mariko's eyes  widened and Allison screamed with delight! The judge
stuck the blue  ribbon onto Mariko's cheek.

   "And the winners!... Competitor Number 69... Allison and
Mariko!!"  Allison hugged Mariko to her and slapped her on the
rear. The judge  retired to the table and returned to the
Competitors with three  trophies which he handed out to the winning
handlers. Mariko caught a  glimpse of the golden trophy. The
figurine at the top of the miniature  marble pedestal was that of
a bound and gagged girl. 

   "Typical..." thought Mariko briefly.

   Allison magnanimously congratulated the other competitors and 
wallowed in her success. After the awards for the cart races and
girl  roping all the competitors began to disperse. As they neared
the exit  to the show ring, Allison and Mariko came face to face
with the auburn  haired woman and Courtney. 

   "A splendid day, Allison!" the woman said as they met "I've had
a  wonderful time!"

   "I'm so glad you've come Charlotte, I just wish we could do this 
more often..." Allison grinned.

   "I don't..." Thought Mariko.

   "Thank you so much for the use of your slave." Charlotte said as 
she prodded Courtney towards Allison. "But it looks like you did
keep  the best for yourself." She said as she indicated Mariko. 

   "Well, I do prefer to win..." Allison said with a smirk.

   "Yes, I do remember... The woman said. Then, she turned to
Mariko.  "... And congratulations to you too dear, You performed
very well..."  She said, There wasn't any animosity in her voice at
all. Mariko  decided that she had probably been bluffing in her
threats. Mariko  nodded demurely to the compliment.

   With that, Mariko noticed the six oriental guards had appeared 
beside Allison.

   "Here, take these two away..." She said to the guards. "... You 
know what to do." She said as Courtney and Mariko were transferred 
into the guards custody. Allison and Charlotte then strode away
down  the hall, arm in arm.

   The guards took Mariko and Courtney back to their rooms were
they  were stripped unceremoniously and cleaned. As Mariko was
dragged back  into her room, she was depressed to spy her original
tweed riding  outfit spread out neatly on her bed. Undoubtedly the
day was not over.  As two of the guards dressed her, the third fed
her supper, careful  not to spill anything. Mariko cooperated as
they fussed. Primarily she  just wanted to eat more then anything,
and any resistance would have  prevented that. The guards dressed
Mariko and bound her completely,  leaving only her necktie and gag
off. The door to her room opened and  Ma'am entered briskly as
Mariko was finishing the last of her supper.  The Guards took the
bound girl into the bath and Ma'am brushed  Mariko's teeth for her.
They then went back into her room and Ma'am  applied Mariko's
make-up and knotted her necktie and tucked it into  her sweater.
The guards then put her hat on and tightly pulled the gag  into her
mouth. Mariko mused briefly about Allison's promise about the 
"Easy life" from that afternoon. It didn't look like it was going
to  be promise that would be kept. With a pleasant smile and a tap
on  Mariko's hat, Ma'am retired.

   The guards then dragged Mariko out of the room and to the
elevator.  A short ride later, Mariko was thrust out into the foyer
of the  mansion. Courtney was already there dressed in her riding
togs, along  with her escort. To Mariko's dismay she looked at what
was in store  for them. On either side of the foyer were two big
wooden rocking  horses. Each horse was about 4 feet high and was
gaily painted.  Courtney's guards were already pushing her up onto
the horse on the  right. Mariko gulped as she was lead to the horse
on the left. Mariko  reluctantly cooperated as the Stooges got her
up onto the wooden  saddle. To further complicate things, there was
a narrow raised ridge  that ran down the saddle from the front to
the back. Mariko shuddered  at the possibility of becoming
intimately acquainted with the ridge as  the guards drew her legs
back so her heels pressed into her rear end.  They used two long
leather straps to circle each ankle and upper  thigh. This pinned
her legs into position. All Mariko's weight was  centered on her
crotch which was cleaved by the saddle ridge. A small  seat belt
insured that Mariko could not fall off the horse. The Guards 
stepped back and inspected their work. After a moment, one of the 
guards reached down and pulled out the chock that was keeping the 
rocking horse stable. Mariko screamed as her platform teetered back 
and forth. She soon found that although the horse would roll
forward  and back to a disturbing and for her, uncomfortable angle,
the horse  could not tip over. Equally unfortunately, it was
virtually impossible  to keep the horse balanced. The best she
could do was to keep the sway  at about 8 to 9 inches either way.
Enough to rhythmically,  frustratingly stimulate her. She glanced
over at Courtney as the  guards withdrew, She looked as befuddled
as Mariko felt.

   It wasn't too long before guests began arriving. It appeared
that  almost everyone who had been at the show that afternoon was
also  invited to the dinner party. They all took a few moments to
admire  (and sometime annoy) the two decorations in the foyer
before going  into the living room. After everyone arrived, Mariko
and Courtney were  left pretty much alone. There were several
guests who made frequent  visits, each getting exceedingly fresh
with each return visit. At  about Midnight, Charlotte came weaving
out of the living room. She had  on a long white sequin gown. She
came over and tweaked Mariko's  nipples for a moment as the
helpless girl tried to retain her balance.  She smiled and raised
her glass pleasantly, and then meandered over to  Courtney. She
unbuckled the straps that held Courtney's legs bent and  undid the
safety strap. She then pulled Courtney down off the horse,  and
with a hand tightly gripping Courtney's necktie, she began to tow 
Courtney up the stairs. Courtney shot a pleading look back at
Mariko  as Charlotte dragged her up towards the bedrooms. Under the 
circumstances there wasn't a whole lot Mariko could do. 

    ****** END OF CHAPTER 7 ****** 

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