Arnold Meyer walked down the hall to collect his newest subjects. Having been a trainer for the last ten years, first at Bierdorf prison, and recently at Horwath, he had a tremendous amount of experience turning the vilest female vermin into quality products. He had been given the worst of the bunch, the ones that were labeled as incorrigible. His reputation for breaking intractable female flesh to his will was well known. As such he was often given the most difficult cases.
The Horwath Center had been in operation for nearly five years before Meyer had arrived. In that time they had processed many women, turning them into beasts of burden as well as pets. The process of collection changed when Meyer arrived though. His suggestions improved output so much that the Foreign Ministry actually began exporting stock to neighboring countries. Wetting the appetite of the wealthy aristocrats across the border caused a surge in demand. As the word spread, more and more of the wealthy aristocrats demanded Horwath’s services. As such, production had to be increased dramatically.
Meyer was an expert in his field. He knew what made a woman tick. His skills were so great that he was often filmed, his techniques being shown to prospective trainers. He was awarded a Masters Degree for his thesis on the female psyche, which gave a multi-path roadmap to the conversion process.
It was Meyer’s idea to create a separate section for the most difficult cases. Instead of a simple training facility, he actually enlisted surveillance teams. Their job was to comb the streets for female lowlife. Young females who resided in the slums were their primary targets. They would monitor their speech, their posture, and their activities. The more aggressive the individual, the more likely they would need special training.
Meyer entered the main office at the RAAC at 5 a.m. His six foot, ten inch frame towered above the secretary’s desk. His white pants and black shirt made him look all that much more handsome. And, of course, like all trainers in the RAAC, he wore an expensive Stetson.
Kerry Meyer, his slightly plump sister, managed his schedule. She beamed when he walked into the room. “You’re early,” she said.
“I wanted to get an early start. We just shipped out the last two girls yesterday. Did you arrange for another group yet?” he asked.
“I have two blondes coming in this morning.”
“I’ll take them myself. What did the team find out?”
“Subject 1, Cleo Palmer, tall, stubborn as a mule. Psych profile says she’ll require max care.
“Subject 2, Dina Lohan, short girl, only five feet tall. Psych profile says she’s stubborn but will break easily with isolation treatment.”
“Put them in the black rooms. We’ll start the stewing process right away so they’ll be more amenable in a day or two. I’ll handle the training personally.”
“I’ll take care of the details,” Kerry said.
Cleo Palmer:
“Let me go, you assholes!” I screamed as they pulled me into the van in handcuffs and leg irons. “You can’t do this. I didn’t do anything to deserve this!” I cried.
But my efforts were futile. Two goons put me into a waiting seat in the back of the van and strapped me in. I got a little satisfaction though, kicking one of them in the balls and sending him to the ground. I expected retaliation but none came. They just finished their work and hauled me away.
A half hour later another girl, who looked even more frightened than me, was put into the opposite seat. The men said not one word. They just left us bound and hauled us away.
“What’s going on?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“I don’t know. They just told me I was under arrest for treason. Before I knew it I was handcuffed and hobbled.”
“They did the same thing with me. What’s going to happen to us?”
“I don’t know but I won’t go down without a fight. Nobody screws with Cleo Palmer!” I said boldly.
“Is that your name? Mine’s Dina, Dina Lohan.”
“Can you think of anything you’ve done to deserve this?”
“No, you?”
“Well, I protested the war last year. It was a three day rally so I decided to run down to the capitol and see what the fuss was about. I never really got involved though. Too many nuts complaining about the “Secret Police”. I should have listened to them!”
“You don’t think they saw you in the crowd and decided to target you, do you?”
“The rally was over eight months ago. If the state didn’t like what I was doing, why would they wait? No, this is something else.”
“I’m scared!”
“You have to be tough. Stand up to these bastards. Otherwise you’ll lose yourself to them. Don’t let them break you!”
“You’re right,” Dina said boldly. “But I’m still scared.
The drive lasted six hours. During that time we endured endless bumps and turns. Our butts bounced on the hard seats and we groaned and grunted more as the daylight faded. A small skylight was our only source of light. When day faded to night we were essentially in complete darkness. That’s when Dina got really scared.
“Are you still there?” she cried from across the container.
“You’re not afraid of the dark?” I joked, knowing full well I was just as frightened as her.
“I don’t like this!”
“Me neither. I don’t think anything bad will happen to us. They’re probably just taking us to a remote location for questioning. Anyway, we can’t do anything about it while were bound in these cuffs.”
“Yea, I guess you’re right. I don’t think they’ll bother us until the truck stops,” Dina said, her fear obvious in her voice.
“Just relax. Just do what they say but don’t let them turn you into a lump of flesh.”
“OK,” she replied.
As we were talking, the truck stopped. I heard men and women conversing. We backed up and hit something, probably a dock. The light from the opening door blinded us. In the entrance stood a plump woman dressed in jeans and a white tee-shirt. She even wore a black cowboy hat! With her hands on her hips her silhouette looked like something out of a Western movie. For a second I almost believed the cavalry had arrived. But she wasn’t here to rescue us. Unfortunately she had something else in mind.
Two teams of three males attended each of us. The men were tall and muscular. They said not one word as they released us from the seats. As we exited the van I noticed that we were being taken down a cement walled corridor. On each side were heavy iron doors. We walked for nearly fifty yards before coming to our rooms where we were separated and put in rooms across from each other. Dina called out my name as she was pushed through the door. I turned my head and watched the door close behind her. Two goons prodded me through my own door and closed it behind me.
“Look you idiots,” I said. “This is all a mistake!”
“Don’t call my men idiots,” the woman said.
“The bitch speaks!” I mocked.
“Perhaps a little attitude adjustment might be in order,” she said.
“You could use it!”
“I’m going to enjoy this immensely,” she replied smiling.
“Do your worst!” I yelled at her.
“I surely will. I always do. Now, I’ll leave you to my faithful attendants. Try not to hurt them too much,” she said sardonically.
I had only met her a few minutes ago and already I was thinking of ways to kill her slowly. Slow roasting over hot coals seemed like a good idea. Then I thought, “If I can think of it, so can they. Maybe I’d better play along.”
The tallest one spoke. “I’m going to remove your bonds. If you fight us you’ll only get hurt. The door is locked and the room is only six feet square. You can’t get away. Understand?”
“Yes,” I replied. “I’m getting tired of this jewelry. Have anything in gold or platinum?” I joked.
The bonds were removed and I was shoved into the next room. Its door was made of six inches of iron. Huge rivets lined the rim of the door and there was no handle on the inside. “You don’t expect me to go in there?” I asked.
“In,” he said sternly. His tone frightened me so much that I was completely cowed. I walked into the dark room and watched the thin sliver of light on the wall disappear. “Hey, someone forgot to turn on the light,” I yelled. But no one answered. “Come on, guys!” I yelled. “I can’t see where I’m going!”
I knew the size of the room was roughly twenty feet square. I had seen a glimpse of the room before the door closed. I also knew that there was a small pad of carpet somewhere in front of me. I slowly inched my way toward it. I misjudged the distance and tripped on the edge. “Well, I found it.” I said out loud.
“Is someone going to tell me why I’m here? Hey, you idiots! Say something!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. But there was nothing. Not a sound was heard. Not a photon of light was visible. I was completely in the dark.
Dina:
I was so scared! They took off the bonds and shoved me into the room. When the door closed I just froze. I wrapped my arms around myself and shook like a leaf, crying. “Please,” I whimpered.
Meyer:
“Profile on this one was way off,” I said to my sister. “She’s not the tough type at all, is she?”
“Maybe they thought she’d resist if she were sent through the standard training. The psych team is pretty good about these things.”
“I suppose. They did warn me about that pony last year. What was her name?”
“The tall redhead?”
“Yea,” I replied.
“Doris, or something like that. You sent her to the other side and she stepped out of bounds three times before they sent her back here. She spent three months total on her knees as a puppy. If I remember correctly that’s the third time you tried to second guess them. You’re too soft.”
“You’re a good sister,” I said. “I should listen to you more.”
Kerry patted me on the shoulder as she peered at the monitor. The low light camera showed the new girl crawling toward the carpet.
“Do you want me to handle her? You can take care of little Miss Bigmouth. I got emotional with her.”
“Sure,” I said. “I like challenges.”
“Don’t we all!”
Kerry:
“Honey, can you hear me?” I asked softly.
“Who’s there?” she said. “I can’t see anything.”
“Let me put on the light,” I said. I flipped a switch and a small red light came on in the middle of the carpet. “Stay on the carpet unless I tell you otherwise. OK?”
“OK,” she replied. I had done this many times before and she was responding very well. I usually had to let them stew for a couple hours before they’d be cooperative. This one would train quickly.
“Do you need to use the bathroom?” I asked.
“Yes, please.”
I flipped another switch and a light in the corner came on. “See the toilet? It’s in the cage. Climb in the cage and close the door. You can’t lift the lid of the toilet unless the door is closed. When you’re done, close the lid to unlock the cage. Understand?”
“Yes. Why did you put the toilet in a cage?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “The room was built before I started working here. You better hurry. We don’t have all day.”
The girl crawled over to the cage and climbed in. “Watch your head,” I warned. The roof of the wire cage was only 4 feet high. “You’ll have to slam the door shut with authority.”
The seat of the toilet was intentionally low to force her to spread her knees when she sat. Even though she was in the dark, the cameras showed her body as if it were daylight. She was quite small and very pretty. She’d make a very nice pet for someone.
She finished her business and closed the lid. “Sit on the lid to lock it,” I told her. When she did so the door sprung open. “Head back to the carpet.”
Meyer:
The light over the cage was out now and the only light in the room glowed through the small lens in the center of the carpet. “Feel better?” I asked.
“Go to Hell!”
“Yes ma’am, I’m on my way. Want to share the ride?”
“That’s all I need, a comedian torturer! So what do you want me to do now?”
“Nothing.”
“Huh?”
“What I want isn’t important now. It’s what you want that is important.”
“Are you trying to play some sort of game?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.”
“Well, I’m not playing,” she said as she plopped herself on the carpet right in front of the red bulb. “I think I’ll just sit here and contemplate my navel.”
“Suit yourself. Just yell if you need anything.” And suddenly she found herself in complete darkness again.
Cleo:
It could have been ten minutes or ten hours. I had no way to tell in the inky blackness of the room. He was trying to break me. I knew it. I knew psychology. I had studied the subject in high school. I saw the ancient study at Stanford in the U.S. I even looked up the Stockholm syndrome on the internet. I swore to myself that I wouldn’t break. But somehow I knew I would.
Anyway, after several moments I became fidgety. I missed the dim glow of the red light. I could feel around the carpet. I could feel the center where the lens was. It was on fast. I felt small holes where the screws were. I didn’t think I could do anything with it anyway so I left it alone. I didn’t have any tools to get at the screws anyway.
After a while I started yelling at them. “Can I have some water?” I asked. My voice betrayed my fear. “Please?”
There was no answer for a number of minutes. Then I noticed a red glow in the room. The light was coming from the wall behind me. There was an open panel under the light. The back side of it was rounded and it rotated under my touch. I walked over to it pushed it around a few times. “It’s empty!”
“Then fill it,” the man’s voice came from the darkness.
“With what?”
“Anything.”
“I don’t have anything! What do you expect me to put in it?”
But he didn’t answer. The light suddenly went out. I crawled back to the carpet. “Dammit!” I yelled.
Dina:
She told me that I should call her when I needed anything. She put me in darkness again and I started crying. I just sat on the carpet and cried. “Why are you doing this to me?” I cried. But nobody ever answered that question. They didn’t want me to know.
I was suddenly hungry and thirsty. I hadn’t eaten in six hours by my best estimate. “Can I have something to eat?” I asked loudly.
A few minutes later a red light came on. “See the turntable, Honey?” the woman asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Put something in there and we’ll give you some food.”
“I don’t have anything. You took it all away from me.”
“Think of something. When you do, just call out. We’ll turn the light on again when you’re ready.”
“But I don’t have anything!” I cried.
I sat down on the carpet and kicked off my shoes. That’s when the brainstorm hit me. I’ll give you my shoes!” I yelled. “Will that work?”
The red light over the niche came on. “Well,” I said to myself.
I walked over and inserted my shoes into the turntable. “Turn the unit clockwise until it won’t turn any further,” the woman said. Once I had done so another light came on next to the first. A sliding door opened and revealed a paper plate with a cheese sandwich and a cup of water. I practically swallowed the sandwich whole. The water was not nearly enough to satisfy me though. “Can I have more water?” I asked.
At that point the red light came on over the turntable and I saw it had rotated back, revealing a now empty shelf. Now I knew the game. “So you want me to strip.”
A pair of earrings earned me another glass of water. I was satisfied for the moment and went back to the carpet to sit and wait. “What happens when I run out of clothes?” I wondered. Well, at least they left the little light on this time. It was little comfort but it was something. I just couldn’t figure out what they wanted from me.
Hours passed. I assumed hours passed but I had no way of telling. I crawled over to the area where the toilet was but the door wouldn’t lock. “It’s broke,” I yelled. “I need to use the can!”
“You need to ask first,” the woman said. “Next time ask before trying.”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry. May I please use the bathroom?”
“Certainly,” she replied.
The light came on over the cage and I repeated my little animal act.
Meyer:
We had her down to her underwear now. She kept asking for food. I kept sending foods that wouldn’t fill her up but would be tempting. I sent her low fiber, high fat, items such as cheese cake, éclairs, and doughnuts. She thought it was great. But the empty feeling in her belly returned quickly because the food wasn’t filling. The high sugar content made her thirsty. So she wanted water. No problem, one more piece of clothing ended up in the coffer. Now she only had her panties and her bra.
The sugar gave her a high and kept her active and awake. That played on her mind too. She wanted to do something but she couldn’t. She became anxious, especially when I put her in total darkness.
It had been only thirty minutes since her last request, a glass of water. “I can’t keep doing this,” she said.
“Then don’t. Just sit there. You’ve eaten quite a bit over the past hour.”
“OK. Why are you doing this?” she asked.
“I honestly don’t know! It’s an addiction I suppose.”
“Getting women to strip for you with these kinky games?”
“Do you think it’s kinky? Interesting. If I were in your shoes I wouldn’t have used that adjective. I’d call it sick or possibly depraved. I’d never use the work kinky. It almost sounds as if you enjoy this little game.”
“Go to Hell!”
“We’ve had that discussion before.”
The light went out as I flipped the switch. She needed to stew a while longer. The last two pieces were always the toughest to remove.
Kerry:
She was naked. “Finally,” I said to myself as I watched her lick her fingers. She had traded her bra for two éclairs. Her bra went in the bin for a large glass of water. I guess she figured she was going to eventually be naked anyway so she should enjoy the experience. “May I use the bathroom?” she asked.
I turned the light over the cage on and let her do her thing. When she came out she suddenly realized that she didn’t have anything more to trade. “OK, now I’m naked. How do I get food? Is the game over?”
“Hardly dear. Get some sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”
I turned out the light and observed her sleeping on the carpet. She slept on her side, or at least tried to. Most girls had problems sleeping on a flat carpet. There wasn’t much padding under the rug either. It made for a very hard sleeping surface. I’m sure she hated it.
I left a technician to monitor her activities through the night while I walked over to my brother’s control station and compared notes. His girl had finally stripped as well and was lying in the dark trying to get some rest. I was surprised of his account of her session. She had some rough edges but he had handled them expertly. He had her under perfect control. He’d have her prepared for pony duty in no time at all.
Meyer:
The following morning I compared notes with Kerry. Both girls were at roughly the same stage of their training. My subject needed a little time to adjust her attitude. I had detected a lot of rage in her tone of voice. Two days in darkness usually quelled this behavior. I’d let one of my assistants keep her company and make sure her needs were met.
Kerry’s girl seemed to be quite docile. She was actually ready to move on to her dressed stage. I hadn’t done a puppy in three months so I convinced my sister to step aside and let me handle things for the day. She’d have fun later with her, I was sure.
“Dina? Are you awake yet?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied. “Who are you?”
“I’m just another trainer. Are you hungry? Do you need a drink?”
“I don’t have anything left to trade,” she said.
“That’s OK. This meal is on the house. Go to the cubicle. There’s two egg sandwiches and a cup of orange juice. Take your time. There’s no need to rush,” I said in a calm and relaxed voice.
I allowed her to eat her meal. She ate quickly but I didn’t protest. She finished the meal quickly then returned to the carpet as if it were her security blanket. Her walk was awkward due to the darkness but she was no longer covering herself. She must be getting used to the nudity for she surely knew we were watching her.
I turned on the light over the cage and let her use the toilet. She obviously was used to the routine by now. When she was done she expertly plopped her butt on the lid and slammed it closed. Automatically the door opened. She again returned to the center of the room.
“How do you feel?” I asked.
“I’m really scared,” she replied with a trembling voice. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“Dina, understand that there will be some things we’ll do to you that are going to hurt a little. But we’re not going to do anything to you that cause you to scream or suffer for long periods of time. Most of your discomfort will be due to confinement.”
“What do you mean by that? What sort of confinement?”
“We’ll cross that bridge in a little while.”
“So what happens now?”
“Would you like to get out of that room?”
“Yes, Sir. I really don’t like the dark.”
“I can understand that. Being in a dark room for as long as you have must be horrible. I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll send in some clothes. Once you’re fully dressed I’ll let you out. Sound like a deal?”
“OK.”
“There’s one catch though. You have to put on everything I send in to you.”
“What’s so horrible about that? Are you going to make me dress like a hooker or something like that?”
“No, but some of the items I’m going to make you wear will frighten you.”
“How?” she asked with anxiety plainly showing in her voice.
“I’m going to make you wear a collar and a leather mask. Do you think you could wear them?”
“You mean like a bandit’s mask? Like the Lone Ranger?”
“No. This is a full hood that will enclose your head.”
“Why do you want me to wear that?”
“We make all our girls wear them. It makes training go faster.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You will in time, Dear. If you want to be taken out of the room you’ll have to wear it.”
She stared at the ceiling for a moment trying to decide if it were better to have her head enclosed in leather or stay naked in the darkness. “OK. I’ll do whatever you say.”
I pressed a button on the console and brought up the lights. I kept the illumination low because she had been in darkness for at least sixteen hours. I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable. Another button allowed a bench to extend from the wall. “Look at the wall to the right of the bench,” I directed her. There’s a niche there with some items for you to wear. Take everything out and lay it on the floor near the bench. OK?”
“Yes sir,” she replied.
I watched as she took each item out of the recess in the wall. There was quite an assortment. The items included boots, a leather bodice, gloves, a collar, a leather hood, and a rubber ball. She looked strangely at the rubber ball, not knowing what it was for.
Once everything was out of the cubicle I told her to put on the bodice. It was essentially a front-buckle corset with shoulder straps. She didn’t have much problem wrapping it around her waist and settling it on her abdomen. She was obviously disturbed that her nipples would not slip under the cups. I was impressed how well her breasts sat up though. The item fit reasonably well. It wasn’t a custom corset though. We’d have to wait a few weeks for that to arrive.
“OK, very nice. Now put on the collar. The buckle goes in the back. Be careful with your hair. Don’t get it caught.”
She must have become a little more comfortable since she put on the corset because she didn’t have any problem with the collar. It fit tight against her throat, just like it was supposed to. The red leather against her pale skin was amazing to look at.
“Use the bench to put the boots on. The zippers go on the inseam. Watch your step when you put them on. They have pointed toes and eight inch heels. If you want to try and stand in them, please be careful.”
“How am I supposed to walk in these?” she said loudly.
“You aren’t. You’re expected to crawl.”
Her eyes opened wide for a moment. Then she shrugged her shoulders and put the kinky footwear on. She did stand up. “My God!” she said before nearly losing her balance. She decided it was better to get on her knees. “I’ve never worn heels like this.”
“Few women have. OK. The only things left are the hood and the gloves. The hood is next. Whenever you’re ready…”
She looked at the supple leather. It looked small for her head. I thought she was going to protest but instead she put it on her head and adjusted it so she could see out the eye holes. “Pull the zipper down all the way. The back edges are elastic so it will fit nice and tight to your skin.”
As I watched her face seemed to to emerge from the black leather. First her nose and then her cheeks formed. Finally her chin and jaw formed out of the black patent leather. “That wasn’t so bad. Was it?” I offered.
“I don’t’ like it,” she said. “Can I please take it off?”
“I’m afraid not. But you’re almost done. Let me help you with the gloves. I’ll be right in.”
I brought the lights up full and unlocked the iron door. I found her kneeling next to the remaining items. She silently faced me, the zipper across her lips shining in the florescent lights. “Are you OK?” I asked as I dropped to one knee.
She nodded silently. “I’m OK. What happens now?”
“I need to put these gloves on you.”
“I can put them on,” she said as she grabbed one and looked at the leather tube carefully. “These don’t have any fingers,” she said suddenly. “They’re mittens!”
“I know. Let’s get them on.”
“Whatever,” she said resignedly as she held out her right arm.
The glove went well past her elbow. The fingers slipped into padded slots inside the mitten. This allowed her some movement in her fingers but prevented them from being used otherwise. She just sat on her heels as I pulled the zipper up to her shoulder. She didn’t resist as I put the other glove on her. Now she was helpless.
“Put your hands on the floor in front of you,” I ordered.
When she did as I asked she looked like a sitting dog. “Good girl,” I said. “Now hold still. Let me check everything.”
I slid over to her right and grabbed the red ball. The hood’s zipper wasn’t all the way down. I gave it a little tug and the last bit of slack was pulled out of the hood. She grunted. The boots and the corset looked good. She had buckled the corset tight and the zippers on both boots were at their limits.
“Are you OK?” I asked.
“Please don’t hurt me,” she cried.
“I’m not going to hurt you. OK? I just need to do one more thing,” I said as I grabbed the zipper running across her mouth. With the zipper open I brought the red ball to her lips.
“What’s that for?” she asked.
“It goes in your mouth.”
“What?”
“I can’t let you speak to the other girls. It’s not allowed. I have to put this in your mouth. Now open wide.”
“No, please!” she cried.
“You want to leave the room, right?”
“Yes. But you don’t need to do that. I’ll be quiet. I won’t say a word. I promise.”
“I know you won’t. But I don’t have any choice. You have to hold the ball in your mouth. I’m sorry. Now come on. You promised to do as you were told.”
“Oh,” she whimpered as she opened her mouth wide.
The ball slipped between her teeth with some difficulty. It was shiny but somewhat soft. It would fill her mouth cavity but compress with a fair amount of pressure. She wouldn’t have any problem closing her mouth. I ordered her to close her mouth firmly and bite down. When she did I closed the zipper. The hood held her jaw almost fully closed at that point. She was incapable of speech.
I next took out a leash. This wasn’t your ordinary leash. It had an electrical cable attached to it. Once I clipped it to the back of her collar I had an effective shocking device which I was certain she would need. The incentive of the shock collar was needed for the most difficult girls. I thought that while she was cooperative at this time that later she’d freeze due to gross fear. The collar would get her moving again.
I demonstrated the collar on her. “Mmmmpphhh!” she screamed through her gag.
“I want you to obey me now. If you don’t that will be your reward. Now, get on all fours and follow me behind my left foot. When we stop, sit on your butt and keep your hands on the floor.” I jabbed the shock button again and heard her moan once more.
“Heel!” I commanded of our newest puppy. I think she suddenly realized her new role because I heard her whimpering as we started to walk out of the room. It was all part of the process so I let her cry. As long as she learned to obey it didn’t matter whether she cried, laughed, or barked like a dog. As long as she followed my orders she would progress as expected.
I ran into Kerry in the hall. “She’s adorable. Are you taking her down to the kennel right away or did you get lucky with the prep room guys?”
“I couldn’t get an appointment till this afternoon. She’ll have to sit in her cage till then. Shouldn’t be a problem,” I said as I noticed her still on all fours. I punched the button to give her a quick jolt. “Sit!” I said sternly. She immediately dropped to her haunches.
“The crew’s been busy. I heard that the B-team brought in four bitches yesterday too. C, D, and E teams brought in six each. The staff is getting overwhelmed.”
“I know. We’re getting ten new trainers tomorrow. The export business is booming from what I heard. I’m glad they’re giving us the personnel. We’ve been asking for them for months. Anyway, I want to check on the pony. Would you get her checked in?”
“Sure,” Kerry said as she took the leash. “Heel!” she commanded. I watched them walk away. She would make an excellent puppy for someone.
Dina:
What were they going to do with me? They were treating me like a dog! My God! Now that woman had my leash. I have a leash. I trusted that guy. He said he wasn’t going to hurt me. Instead he connected the leash to my collar and sent a horrible shock into my neck. It hurt! Please, why did this happen to me?
“Heel,” she said, jabbing me with a short shock. She really was going to treat me like a dog. I had no alternative except to obey. I got off my butt and got behind her left foot. She led me down the hall until we reached a glass partition. As I watched from below the woman showed an ID card and was allowed to pass, dragging me along.
“You have to learn to sit when we stop,” she said without looking at me. I had no ability to reply with my mouth stuffed with this rubber ball. I was grateful that the ball wasn’t firm. It squashed easily in my mouth. But it was big and filled the entire cavity. I had absolutely no ability to make legible sounds. All I could do was grunt.
We walked down another corridor and finally came to one last security station. When we stopped, I sat like a dog. I hated it. “Good girl,” she said as she presented her security pass to the guard. When the door opened we found ourselves outside in a grassy area. “This way,” she said.
The sight I beheld in front of me was something I could never imagine in my wildest nightmares. For as far as the eye could see there were women marching along concrete paths. Each girl had her arms bound behind her. They all wore high heeled boots and kinky outfit. They all looked like horses. They even had tails and bridles.
I watched the girls trot slowly around the paths. They lifted their knees high. What stunned me was the fact that there wasn’t anyone around them. It was as if they were doing it of their own volition. But I knew that wasn’t the case. Something just told me that they were not doing this voluntarily.
We eventually made it to the other side of the compound. We began running into other crawling girls. They too crawled behind their trainer. Some girls crawled without a leash attached, obediently following the person in obvious control of them. It made me wonder why they would do so willingly. I guessed they were so cowed from being tortured that they had given up hope. The outfits didn’t lend themselves to moving very quickly either.
It suddenly realized that the crawling girls were all wearing tails. It dawned on me that since they had me in a similar outfit that they’d make me wear one soon too. I figured they had some sort of ass plug with hair on it. But then I noticed something strange about their tails. Some were actually wagging them. No, it wasn’t from the motion of their asses. The movement was independent of the rest of their body. They actually had grown tails! And soon I’d have one just like it. I was going to become a dog!
Kerry:
Our newest pony had been stewing for two days now. We gave her simple cheese sandwiches, some bread pudding, and water. After two days in complete darkness and total nudity she was softening. I’m sure she was tiring of our game.
I supervised her training during the next two days. Andy had some business at the Capitol so he left me in charge. He’d be back today.
I kept him up to date by phone while he was away. Our new pet was safely in her cage. The original visit had to be cancelled due to the large influx of bitches. The backlog at the vet’s office was exceptionally long. It was very tough to get her an appointment but I did get her scheduled for early tomorrow. In the meantime she was going to be fed and put in a dog run to let her stretch her legs and get used to the idea of crawling around. She was pretty scared but I had seen many girls pass through the same process before. She wasn’t exhibiting any behavior that we’d consider unusual.
She was a very cute puppy. I had worked the kennel for two years before moving to the HAAC. I had a good friend there who happened to be a supervisor. Joan Alder gave me permission to take on some of her training personally. I was looking forward to it.
I took a more careful look at the puppy’s records, her pedigree as we called it. She had lived in the poorest section of town working various small shops and restaurants. She never had a job making very much money. She had no children. She had a boyfriend. The surveillance reports indicated that they argued a lot. According to the reports she often initiated the arguments. That could indicate trouble down the road once she became accustomed to her new role. That attitude problem might emerge then. Well, it’s not like I haven’t see that before.
Checking in on our pony she was sitting on the carpet this morning waiting for her next meal. We had the little carpet light on. She seemed to be getting comfortable with the darkness. Well, I didn’t want her to be comfortable. So I dropped the temperature to 68 degrees. In an hour or two she’d be complaining about the cold. It would give her incentive to put on our special outfit.
It didn’t take long before she started complaining. “Hey, it’s cold. Did someone turn off the heat?” she asked as she curled up into a fetal position. “Please! I’m naked. It’s cold!” she yelled.
I let her sit without an answer. “Let her shiver a while,” I thought. She would be better prepared when my brother took over. He’d be the one to get her into her outfit. I liked to watch him work. He had this wonderful voice that seemed to cajole the most resistant minds to do as he pleased.
I went out for lunch leaving a technician to watch her vital signs. I left specific orders not to respond to her needs. She was not allowed to do anything other than go to the bathroom. I also ordered him to taint the water with a fast acting but tasteless laxative. Once that was consumed he was to provide her with full access to the toilet. We didn’t want our carpet soiled!
An hour later I returned to find our pony sitting on the toilet shivering. She had made four trips to the toilet. In addition she had consumed four untainted glasses of water. The laxative was formulated in such a way to enhance her desire for water. This was needed to flush out the remaining material and keep her from becoming dehydrated. She was past the worst of it. In another hour she’d be ready for dressing.
But I wanted to give her a little something to think about. “Honey, how are you doing?” I asked as she emerged from the dimly lit toilet cage.
“About fucking time!” she yelled. “It’s cold!”
“I’m sorry. We had a problem with the heat. I’ll tell you what. I ordered some nice clothes for you. They should be here in a little while. Maybe we can get you out of that room. Would you like that?”
“You’re going to let me out? I’ll do anything. Please!”
“OK. Now there’s a catch,” I said.
“I’m listening,” she said as if expecting it.
“The clothes were going to have you wear are a little restrictive.”
“How restrictive?”
“If I told you now I’d spoil the surprise. I’ll see if I can do anything about the heat. I’ll see you in a little while,” I said before turning off the sound and dropping the temperature to 55 degrees Fahrenheit. I watched the monitor as she began screaming in the dark expletives I’d best not describe.
I called Arnold and told him that she’d be reading in half an hour. With the temperature so low I didn’t think we should wait much longer than that before we got her dressed. We wanted her just strong enough to comply. Balancing our objectives was a difficult operation. But I had years of practice in the area.
My brother appeared promptly a half hour later. “How’s she doing?” he asked.
“Soft and pliable,” I replied. “I think she’d wear a suit of barbed wire to get out of that room.”
Arnold ignored me and went immediately to the console. He checked the monitor and found her huddled in the fetal position shivering silently. Checking the thermal imaging camera he found her skin temperature was near the critical stage. “Warm her up. You better turn on the blowers too. She’s a little colder than I’m comfortable with.”
“Consider it done. I didn’t take into account that she was quite so susceptible.”
“Cleo? Can you hear me?” he asked.
“Yes,” the girl replied through chattering teeth.
“We’re going to pump some warm air into there. Just stay on the carpet. We just got the heater fixed.”
“Can’t you just let me out?”
“Not yet. We’ll do that after you’re dressed.”
“OK,” she replied. She was indeed softened.
As the warm air blew down on her body she became more responsive. She sat upright and tried to garner some heat out of the small red light at the center of the carpet. That was fruitless since the light was an LED.
“Cleo,” he then asked. “My sister says you agreed to dress in the clothes we have. Is that true?”
“Yes, Sir. Anything to get out of this room. I don’t care anymore. I’m tired and scared. Please, just tell me what you want.”
“It’s not going to be that bad, Honey. Shade your eyes. We’re going to turn the lights on.”
As she covered her eyes I increased the lighting to 75%. The room was fairly bright but she would adapt to the intensity quickly. “Is that OK?” he asked.
“It’s a little bright,” she said.
“Give yourself some time to get used to it. The lights will help warm the room.”
She blinked a little for a minute or two then pulled her hands away from her face. “OK?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she responded.
“I’m turning on the toilet light. Go over and empty yourself as best as you can. You won’t have an opportunity to go to the bathroom for the next four hours.”
She went to the toilet and locked herself in as she had done several times before over the past few days. She only needed to empty her bladder. Her other issues were taken care of by the laxative. When she emerged she stood and stared at the ceiling, noticing the darkened globes that held the low light cameras.
I pressed a button and a large door opened in the wall. Her complete outfit was in there. Arnold gave her instructions: “Go to the cubicle and pull everything out. Put it all on the floor. Don’t be afraid of the items. Nothing you’ll wear will hurt you.”
She immediately noticed that everything was made of red leather. All the gear looked kinky. It was obvious to her that she wouldn’t be wearing normal street clothes. This was going to be a very unusual dressing session.
She began by grabbing the long boots, looking at them curiously. She noted the six inch heels, staring at them with open mouth. “Lay them on the floor,” he reminded her.
She took out some leather gloves, a thick collar, a corset, a belt, several sealed black plastic bags of differing sizes, and a leather mask. She didn’t waste time staring at them. She just did as she was told. We knew from previous studies that she knew she was in for some frightening bondage but she felt that being in bondage was better than the isolation treatment she had been going through.
“Cleo, we’re going to start with the toughest part of the ordeal. After you get past that you’ll be able to handle the rest of the apparel much easier. OK?” he asked.
“OK.”
“Do you see the small plastic bag? Open it. You’ll find a thick black rubber band. Use it to form your hair into a ponytail. Make sure the ponytail goes high on your head.”
I watched as she complied. This part wasn’t difficult. It was the next part that was going to cause her problems.
“OK,” she said as she finished.
“Very good, Cleo. Now comes the difficult part. You have to put the mask on your head. Have you ever worn a leather mask before?”
“No.” she replied.
“It’s not that bad, really. Just make sure your hair goes through the hole in the top. Then just pull the zipper down. Go ahead. It’s not that bad.”
She took the mask in her hand, holding it like it was radioactive. “Why do I have to wear this?” she asked.
“It will make it easier to control you,” he explained.
“Control me?” she said, struggling to get the words out.
“Yes,” he replied. “You agreed to wear whatever we give you.”
Her face turned into a frown. She was obviously on the verge of tears. She turned the mask over and looked at the inside. She brought it up to her face and froze for a second. I could see tears run down her cheeks just before she pressed the mask to her face. I saw her pull her hair through the top hole. “Good girl,” he praised. “Now, just pull down the zipper.”
Her exercise in self bondage seemed to be an initial success. Her head was now encased in leather; I could see her sad eyes from a close-up from one of the cameras. Her mouth was free for the moment as there was no zipper in the mouth of hood. We kept the opening clear to accommodate the bit.
“Are you OK?” he asked.
“I guess so. It’s tight.”
“It’s supposed to be. There’s an elastic strip along the back of the hood. If it were loose it would be uncomfortable. Is it lined up with your eyes OK?”
“Yes.”
“Can you breathe through your nose?”
She sniffed a bit. “Yes,” she responded.
“It’s not really that bad, is it?” he asked.
“I guess not.”
“OK. Put the corset on next. It buckles in front.”
We watched her struggle with the outfit. It was a temporary rig. Once we had her subdued we’d dress her properly with a true leather corset with back lacing. This outfit was designed to be put on without assistance. It was adequate and looked pretty good. As she finished buckling the last of the six straps I was immediately impressed by the lay of her breasts. The corset’s cups lifted them proudly. I watched her try to tuck her nipples under the fabric. I knew that a few bounces would pop them right out so we didn’t bother with it.
“The bra is too small. I’ll pop out,” she said.
“We know,” he replied.
“Somehow I knew that you did. OK, what’s next?” Her confidence level was rising. She no longer seemed to fear the outfit. That was both good and bad. We wanted to keep a certain level of fear in her to maintain control. But cooperation was needed too. I thought things were going quite well.
“Put on the boots,” he said. I pressed a button that extended a small bench for her to sit on. “Use the bench. Be careful when you stand up. The heels take a little getting used to.”
As we watched she slipped the boots on. They extended to the top of her inseam. As with the leather hood the zipper was lined with elastic fabric to pull the leather tight. There were open eyelets along the front of each boot.
“Take the blue bag,” he said. “Tear it open and put on the laces.”
It was hard to kneel in the boots. The leather was new and stiff. But she manages to get to her knees and retrieve the blue bag. Inside was a pair of gold nylon laces. She toppled over as she tried to stand up and instead crawled over to the bench and used it to help herself back to her seat. The laces didn’t give her any trouble.
“You’re doing great,” he said. “Almost done. Put the belt on. Then take the collar and the gloves over to the carpet. Go ahead and put the collar on. Make sure it sits correctly and is comfortable. The edges are all coped so it shouldn’t bite.”
We watched she put the belt on first. It buckled over the corset. We then watched her struggle somewhat as she wrapped the collar around her own neck. There were three buckles. With all the restrictive clothing, especially the collar, it was hard to reach the tangs on the buckles. The first one was the hardest. When the leather slipped into the hasp I knew she would not have much trouble finishing.
“The last step for you is the gloves. Go ahead and put them on. Be careful of the Velcro,” he warned her.
Unlike the other items the gloves were made of heavy nylon. On each palm was Velcro. Arnold ordered her to kneel facing away from the door. “Put your hands behind your back and press your palms together.”
Once she had done that we had her. We opened the door and as we had done countless times before retrieved the last two bags. One bag was quite large. Arnold ripped it open to reveal a red leather armbinder. “You did very well,” he said to her as she knelt with her back to him. She didn’t even resist as he slipped it on her. Once it was slid all the way up her arms, he crossed the straps in front of her. Now she was truly helpless.
I held the last accoutrement. “Open your mouth,” I said as I easily slid the bit in place. She didn’t put up even the slightest fuss when I began buckling the bridle about her head. She was ready for the stables.
“Don’t worry, Honey,” I said to her. “Just go along with it. It’s just a costume.”
She couldn’t talk but I heard her whimpering behind the bit. I knew it was rough for her. I also knew that her psychological profile told us that she adapted well to situations and she’d eventually be troublesome. I had already briefed the stable crew. Of course, she wore a red outfit to designate her as a HAAC resident. So that in itself was a clue to her attitude.
Arnold helped her to her feet and attached a leash to her collar. “Just follow us,” he said. “Kerry will help you get used to the heels. Try and keep your weight on the soles. The boots are designed that way. Stay off your heels or you’ll fall.” I watched her nod as I put my arm around her and helped Arnie lead her toward the door.
“Take her to Charlie,” I told him. “I got the prep guys to squeeze her in.”
“Now?”
“Yes. I called him and asked if there was anything available. Told me that one of his appointments caused some problems and couldn’t make it.”
“No need to look a gift horse in the mouth.”
“You trying to be funny?” I said with a smile on my face. It was a dumb joke!