The Real Thing, Part 4

- by Ronsa (as found in a newsgroup)

CHAPTER4...

     It was time to check on how Mahda was coming along. Tina and Paula had left her alone but secure in her chair whilst she was quiet to join me in watching John completing the sealing of Gita's mouth. It was left to Maria to get Gita ready for her first night in our care. There was still Mahda to deal with, tonight she too would remain strapped to her chair. Tomorrow she would be moved to other quarters in the building. I had decided that before the move it would do no harm, and perhaps some good, to let Mahda see her younger sister whilst no visible harm had come to her. The labial and breast piercings would be hidden from view, for when Maria had finished her ministrations Gita's torso would be covered by a sheet and blanket for the night.

     Mahda was still calm and obviously deep in thought when I approached her. "OK Mahda you have behaved for us and so I am going to let you reassure yourself that Gita is unharmed before we bed you down for the night." I waited for some reaction but there was none. It was as though she had not heard me speak. "In the morning you will be moving out of this room and it may be some time before you see your sister again. The length of that time may well depend upon your future behaviour. Is that understood?" A slow but steady nod followed by tears was my reply. From the corner of my eye I had been watching Maria and saw that she had now covered Gita. I slowly spun Mahda's chair so that she faced her sister. There were more tears for a moment and then she turned her head and looked up at me. Whatever request her silent mouth wanted to voice I would go no further than this short glimpse. I walked from the room leaving Tina to return Mahda's chair to its starting position.

     During the evening meal that night we discussed the next day's plan. I quizzed Maria on what would be the result, medically, of maintaining Gita in an unconscious state for a prolonged period. Maria said that it was not really on. Although she might be easier to for us to handle in such a condition, Maria did not recommend it. With the right intensive care equipment to handle anything that went wrong it might not be dangerous, but we did not have such expensive kit. It had only been an idea and I was not prepared to take any chances with our expensive raw material.

     Tina said that she would take the first night watch over the girls. Mahda's move tomorrow meant that she would from then on be quartered without any watch over her. Because of what Gita was to undergo I wanted the 24 hour cover to remain for her for the near future. Tina would in any case get some sleep during the night. So long as the girls did not come to grief she would have little to do. When I retired that night I was happy that all was so far going to plan. In the morning I would assist Paula in Mahda's move and help in preparing the girl for training for her new life. Paula would then begin the training regime, one on one. Maria, John and I would all play a part in Gita's day. I pondered for a while upon whether I should have made an attempt to place Mahda with her sister, in Mr Lau's care. The more I thought of her lithe young body so well suited to Sheikh Ben Akran's uses, the more content I was that my decision on her future had been the right one.

     The next day dawned misty but promised some spring weather for later on. When I got down to breakfast John and Maria had already eaten and gone off to the workshop. Tina was eating with Paula and talking over Mahda's move. "I thought you would be in bed by now Tina." I queried.

     "Well I had a quiet night. Mahda sobbed for an hour or two off and on but Gita slept right through until about a half hour ago." (Tina certainly seemed fresh enough). "I got Maria down to see her as she was thrashing about a lot and even screaming behind that thing John fixed in her mouth".

     "Any trouble in sedating her?" I asked. I expected that if there had been a problem Maria would most likely have woken me.

     "No, but she is quite a strong one, that. She managed to break one of her straps before Maria quieted her some." Tina obviously had some respect for the girl, judging by the way she had stressed her words. By the time I appeared in the workshop, Maria was busy feeding Gita a prepared meal of rolled oats and vegetable pieces that had been boiled up and then liquidised. This bland but wholesome diet now filled an inverted bottle hanging from a medical drip stand and attached by tube to the steel union protruding from Gita's mouth. Maria was controlling the flow rate via finger and thumb and watching that there were no complications. Gita did not even need to swallow as the food was passed directly into her stomach via the tube. She hardly seemed to notice my arrival on the scene. I noted that her eyes were red but so also were her cheeks. "Had to do a bit of face slapping." Maria said, noting my interest in her face. "Until the sedative took effect she was quite hysterical."

     "You could have woken me, you know that Maria." I replied.

     "Not really necessary." she added. "A couple of quick slaps usually shocks enough to do the trick. She knew all about her predicament by the time I arrived. Strong girl our Gita. Broke this wrist strap and almost get her other hand free before Tina regained the initiative. She had already let her fingers do some exploring but I don't think she could figure out why her mouth wouldn't open." Maria touched one of the studs in Gita's nose. "Managed to get this out, though, before she was stopped."

     Whatever, Gita now seemed calm enough and the stud had obviously been easily replaced. John had been busy in a cupboard and now returned with a tray containing an assortment of stainless steel rings. "These all check out." he said. "They are all sized properly." Maria had finished feeding Gita and deftly removed the tube coupling from between her lips. Maria cleaned her face with a wet towel and then swabbed all the piercings she had made yesterday. She applied a cream liberally upon all the studs and then one by one removed them and replaced each with one of the steel rings from the tray. These rings were one sixteenth of an inch diameter, purposely double the diameter of the studs they replaced. They appeared to cause no new discomfort to Gita, but the sedative she had received also had a slight numbing effect.

     John placed something new onto the tray alongside the studs. It was an egg shaped ring with a flat profile. It filled Maria's palm when she picked it up. When she turned it over twelve evenly spaced short posts could be seen projecting from that side. Maria spread the girl's pierced labia and laid the ring within them, against her inner sex. The ring was formed to a slight curve so that its flat side followed the contour of Gita's body. Its narrower end positioned lowest and towards her rear. In this position each of the posts lay adjacent to one of the twelve rings that pierced the labia. But these posts were not there to carry the rings. Eventually they would occupy that pierced flesh. Each morning the diameter of the rings would be increased until the piercings were of a size able to accept the ovoid's pins, and this would just be a beginning. Maria replaced the large ring on the tray and it was returned to the cupboard by John.

    From the corner of my eye I had watched Paula remove Mahda's gag after warning her that she would not be fed if she uttered even one sound. Her diet was a spoon fed copy of Gita's. It would change as her training progressed, as would the method of intake. After her breakfast she would be freed from her chair and walked from the workshop, across the courtyard and into her new quarters. With Tina's decision not the take some sleep time, I would not be required to be part of the move. I turned to Maria. "Is Gita up to being moved into the frame now?" I asked, "I would like to get it sorted before I see Mahda set up for training."

     "I don't see any problem," Maria replied, "It will be easier with three of us anyway." I motioned John to come and assist me in wheeling what we called the frame, close to Gita's current location. It was a device made by ourselves from hollow steel tubing and fittings similar to those used for scaffolding. A rectangular base some ten feet long supported two uprights which were topped with lockable swivel joints. These joints joined the uprights to a further rectangular construction seven feet high and five feet wide. Mounted within this rectangle was another such frame which had its swivel joints joining the two frames at the top centre and bottom centre. A harness made up of variety of leather straps hung within this last frame.

     After locking the frame in an upright position, John and I freed Gita from the chair straps and carried her to the harness. We supported her, whilst Maria fitted the harness around her torso with a wide strap between her legs and at her waist, and a series of narrower straps around her upper body and shoulders. The shoulder straps were linked to two tethers that were fixed to the top of the frame. As we lifted the girl, Maria adjusted these tethers until Gita was clear of the ground. John the fixed leather cuffs around her ankles and tethered these to the base of the rectangle, whilst Maria used similar bindings to attach her wrists to the uprights. More straps were used to connect the torso harness to various points around the frame. When we were satisfied that all these straps had been properly tensioned, I loosened the swivel joints and moved the frame to a roughly horizontal position. Whilst doing so I had seen the twins departing with Mahda. I left Maria and John to check that all was well with Gita and made my way by another route to join the trio.

     Mahda's new home was about the same size as our workshop. It was however more spacious, as there was only one small workbench and cupboard in the room. Along one wall three stalls had been built. And in the centre of the room was a wooden beam that ran from floor to ceiling. Tina stopped Mahda at the first stall they came to. Paula had followed the pair in, carrying the hamper she had filled the day before in the workshop. The stall was empty save for a straw covering on the stone floor. Paula put down her load and went to the cupboard whilst Tina opened the half door of the stall and steered Mahda inside.

    "Today is the day your rudimentary training begins Mahda." I started. "When you finish here you will be shipped off to your new master. By then you should be ready to begin training in earnest with him to become the newest member of his pseudo-equine stock." I watched her brain working on my words. "To put it another way Mahda, you are going to become a ponygirl." With that she swooned away to a dead faint, onto the straw of the stall. It was to be expected, but I had thought that Mahda though shocked would have stood transfixed, and remain erect at the news. The twins decided that this was probably the best moment for their charge to be fitted with her first set of training accoutrements.

     From the basket Paula drew a pair of boots made from coarse leather. The boots had neither sole nor heel but instead the toes disappeared inside a pair of wooden hooves. These mock hooves measured about six inches in length and width and were some three inches deep. In under a minute the cuffs had been removed from Mahda's ankles and her feet roughly forced into the boots. Built into the back of these boots was a steel plate which was formed to follow the contour of what was the sole of the boot, the ankle and lower calf. The boots reached almost to the knee and when fully laced up they forced Mahda's feet down and back so that the front of her leg and the top of her foot formed a straight line down to the fitted hoof.

    The oversized hooves would serve to help her keep her balance as she learned to walk in the confines of these appendages. They were a fixed to the boots with just three screws and as Mahda mastered the art of walking on them, they would be changed for others of smaller footprint size until she was able to walk around nimbly on just a three and a half inch base.

    These boots were followed by a set of much smaller hooves mounted in long leather gloves. Again the cuffs were removed and Mahda's fists were balled and pushed into the gloves and against the hooves. Lacing secured these, in a similar fashion to the boots, up to Mahda's elbows. Fitted on the inside edge of each of the wrists was a small steel ring. To these was now attached a bar some fourteen inches long. The twins lifted Mahda from the floor and set her upright on her new footwear. The hooves and shaped boots added just under a foot to Mahda's already adequate height, so that she now towered over her two minders. With the end of her short faint, the realisation of her predicament flooded back, as did her tears. I nodded to the twins and left them to their work.

    
    Author: Ronsa
    Date: 1998/06/11