The oval shaped gadget slipped between my lips and my teeth. Now It held my mouth wide open because it was curved to the rough shape of my teeth.

�More light,� the doctor ordered as she looked into my mouth. She seemed to absentmindedly don a pair of rubber gloves. Sidney and Lea did the same. �Turn towards me a little, Honey.�

My gaping mouth turned toward her without my even thinking. �Forceps,� she ordered.

She grabbed my tongue and pulled it out of my mouth, lifting it and examining it carefully.

�Mask,� she said.

I felt a metal plate slip over my tongue. I saw from the corner of my eye the doctor grab a pliers-like device. �Push your tongue into the gadget,� the doctor ordered.

As I pressed my tongue home I felt a pin inserted into the center of my tongue. The gadget was now connected to my tongue and I couldn’t pull it out. �Ahhh,� I said.

�You’re doing fine,� Lindsay said as she petted my head. �Hold still while we do up your tongue properly.

The doctor spread some green paste on two spots in the back of my tongue and all along the tip. The front of the device was slotted, allowing the side of my tongue to be accessed. But that torture would wait.

My tongue felt numb and I tasted the banana flavor of the anesthetic. Lea used a suction wand and kept me from choking on my own saliva. The shield had a small handle on it, which the doctor used to hold my tongue steady. She pulled firmly, which elicited another moan from me, which she ignored. Suddenly I felt the first hole punched in my tongue in the back right. I heard a sizzle but felt no pain. Then I heard a small pop. A few seconds later the second hole was punched on the opposite side of my tongue.

�Those are grommets for attaching your gag. You’re going to be a pony or a dog for most of your stay so this will make sure you speak accordingly.�

Lindsay covered my eyes with a cloth. I suddenly felt pressure along the front of my tongue. It didn’t hurt much but I could feel something being inserted into the meat of it, horizontally. I heard a little buzz then felt some fiddling as a D-shaped ring was welded securely to the horizontal post. The tip of my tongue was ringed.

One more torment assaulted my nose as long fingers went into my nostrils and a grommet was punched through my septum. They hadn’t used any anesthetic so this hurt quite a bit. The shield was removed from my tongue and a leash was clipped to the ring on it. Finally they inserted a large gold ring into my nose and welded the ends shut.

While my mouth was still propped open by the oval shaped mouthpiece the doctor pulled my tongue out of my mouth once more to inspect the work. �Ahhh,� I grunted.

�Looks good,� she said. �Does it hurt much?�

�Ah hah,� I mumbled as she relaxed the pull on the chain and pulled the mouthpiece out.

�That will go away in an hour or two.�

�Ma tongue. Ya persced it. I can’t tak.�

�That’s right. You won’t need to talk when you get to the Academy.�

�Wha abou whan a go hom?�

�You have four weeks to get used to talking with the piercings in your mouth. You’ll be amazed how little you feel them. Any more questions?�

I shook my head, knowing that more horror was to come.

The nurses began massaging my nipples while the doctor fiddled with some needles and rings that were laid out on the tray. You can guess what happened next. Soon, after a fairly painful ordeal, my nipples were pierced by one inch gold rings. I thought that this was going to be the worst of it. I was wrong.

The nurses began strapping down my legs and my torso. Something horrible was going to happen. Cynthia pulled my hood back and eyed my clit. �Wha ah ya gaing ta da?� I asked anxiously.

�Just relax,� Cynthia said. �I’ll use anesthetic on your clit and your lips. It won’t hurt much.�

�No!� I screamed as she began smearing the green goo all over my sex. I couldn’t move regardless of how hard I struggled.

�Calm down,� Lea said. �We all get this treatment. We can’t let you go to the academy without your grommets and clit ring. The grommets are tiny, just like the ones in your tongue. They’re only an eighth inch in diameter. We’ll put little pearl studs in them. You’ll look fantastic.

I looked at Lea and Sidney with eyes as big as saucers. They petted my hair and begged me to calm down. �It’s not going to be that bad. You need this to move on. If you don’t get this done we can’t ship you out. If you’re not trained we can’t sign your graduation papers.

I looked at Sidney curiously. She seemed to read my mind.

�Shave her. That should give the anesthetic time to work.�

Lea grabbed a pair of electric shears and cleaned off my pubic hair. Then Lindsay ran over my sex with an Epilady that hurt like the dickens.

�You’re scheduled for the American Academy of O. Your owner requested that you be trained in the tradition of the famous story,� Cynthia told me as she grabbed a large needle and a little silver thimble.

�I neva herd of ait,� I said.

Lindsay explained as the doctor worked, �The Story of O was written many years ago by a French woman using the pseudonym Pauline Reage. She wrote this story of a woman who was turned into a submissive slave. Her training�.�

�Ahhhhh�.� I screamed as the thimble was placed over my clit and a needle was pushed through it. �Tha huut,� I yelled.

�Sorry,� Cynthia said. �The clit has internal nerves that can’t be numbed with a topical anesthetic. The rest of the work shouldn’t hurt much though.�

�Ah Kay,� I mumbled as she inserted a post and a ring through a small hole in the sides of the thimble. I saw her press a half ring onto the post then hit it with a little wand that suddenly sparked. She tested it by pulling on the ring and trying to twist it. Needless to say, I didn’t appreciate her ministrations.

�As I was saying, her training was extensive. It involved a lot of penetration and a lot of corporal punishment with whips and paddles. It also involved a lot of humiliation. Eventually she learned to be a man’s perfect idea of a slave. You’ll be given a copy when you arrive at the Academy. I think you’ll like it. Some of your training will mirror her story.�

Two small sutures were sewn into my sex in each lip. While Lindsay explained, the doctor pulled the hinged panel up to meet my clit. At the top of the panel was a small hole for the thimble. Using the large hole to access it, she pushed the end of the thimble into the small hole and secured it with an acorn nut. Lea reached through the large hole and pressed my left nether lip to a ridge on the inside of the plate, inverting it in the process. She pulled the sutures until the edge of my lip met the ridge firmly. �She’s getting wet,� Lea commented.

I saw a hint of a smile on Cynthia’s face. She took the pliers-like gadget and punched through, securing a small gold grommet in place. Lea shifted her grip slightly and the process was repeated five more times for a total of three grommets in each lip.

�This is a truly amazing tool,� Cynthia explained. It makes a tiny hole in your flesh and then forces a larger grommet through. That way when we pull out the grommet the hole will be small enough to heal quickly. That’s how we can use them and not worry about our slaves being maimed.�

I nodded.

�I’m glad you understand. Try to relax. The worst of the ordeal is almost over.�

Cynthia unbolted the clit thimble and swung down the plate.

A small horseshoe shaped bracket was put over my sex and tiny bolts were inserted from the underside. My sex lips were pulled over the studs, stretching my lips apart to reveal a gaping opening, ready for penetration. I saw Cynthia holding a short clear tube. Soon I felt the catheter invading my urethra. She attached the opposite end into a fitting on the right side of the outer plate. On the opposite side was a threaded drain that stuck out an inch or so. The plate was swung upward and my clit was reattached to the small hole on top. Six additional acorn nuts were screwed down to hold the upper plate to the lower. They pressed only on the grommets and not on my skin. But my sex was definitely secured.

I looked down at my sex. The hole in the bracket was two inches in diameter. When I saw the dildo that was destined for it my eyes nearly popped out of my skull. �No,� I screamed as the foot long prod was pressed between my legs. �No!� I screamed again and again as the shiny metal device sunk deeper inside me.

The dildo had a flange around the outside that mated to the plate. I felt the dildo being twisted until two pins slipped into waiting holes. Cynthia turned a key and locked the device in place. I could see a red glow coming from the end of the dildo.

�Wha’s that,� I asked.

�Your dildo is armed. It can now be triggered to give pleasure or pain remotely. Observe!�

Cynthia picked up a small remote and pressed it. I immediately felt a light vibration. �We can change that in an instant to something more unpleasant. That goes something like this.� I suddenly felt a horrible pain between my legs. �Ahhh,� I screamed. �Oh kay,� I yelled. �Ah geht it.�

�We use micro-pulses which can stimulate the nerves inside your tunnel without draining the batteries. You can go up to a week without recharging. And the best thing about the device is that it does absolutely no damage to the tissues. When we turn it off the pain or the pleasure goes away instantly. It’s the perfect control device.�

�Cynthia,� Lea said. �The next girl is due in an hour.�

�Yes,� she replied. �We’d better get this finished. Release her from the chair and get the belt, harness and mitts on her.�

They released me from the chair and capped the catheter with a small gold cap. It matched the false cap on the other side of my sex. They first applied a leather corset with half cups. There were many straps and steel loops on it. The girls pulled firmly on the stays for several minutes until they were satisfied with the fit. The stays were tied and a flap was zippered shut to hide the loose ends.

Next came the bondage mittens. My hands were formed into fists and wrapped in leather. There was roughly an inch of padding around them but the center was fairly stiff. They resembled thumbless boxing gloves.

A steel band was wrapped around my waist and locked in place. On each side was a short length of chain. They ended in a snap link. My wrists were clipped to these links. With my hands wrapped in leather, there was no way to remove them.

Finally they wrapped a series of straps around my body. Several straps were wrapped horizontally around my body with two loops encircling each breast. Short straps attached to each side of the harness were fastened around my arms, rendering my entire upper body completely motionless.

I was ready for the next step. They placed me on the table and pulled me towards the end. Cynthia released a catch and the top of the table swung away, forcing my head to fall backwards. �Stay like that, Dear,� Cynthia said. �I need to install your breathing and feeding tubes.�

Lindsay grabbed my tongue chain as Lea pulled my head downward. My mouth was held wide open while Cynthia began inserting a greased tube into my throat. At the same time she inserted an instrument into my mouth and watched carefully. She guided it into my esophagus. �Swallow, Honey.�

It hurt to swallow but I did as she asked. It was horrible. It was like getting spaghetti stuck in your throat. �Good girl,� she said as I continued to obey. I hated it. Without saying a word, Lea handed Cynthia a ribbed plastic tube that was roughly twelve inches long. I felt something pressing at the back of my throat and suddenly I could feel the tube entering my breathing tube. I gagged. �Hang in there. It’s almost in place,� the doctor said as I struggled. Finally she backed away and took a deep breath.

I could breathe but it was hard to do so. �Try and calm down. You’re fine,� Lea said. I wished I could believe her.

Lea handed the doctor a black rubber ball then handed the end of the chain to the doctor. I watched in horror as she slid the ball down the chain towards my mouth. As it got close she fastened both tubes to the back of the ball with a wrench. The front of the ball had a thin filtered metal vent that went around a flat hole. My tongue entered that hole and the ball was pressed into my mouth. The ball was soft around the edges and was easily squeezed and stuffed into my oral cavity. As a final act, an air hose was attached to a small fitting on the underside of the ball. I felt both tubes expand in my throat and the ball expand into my cheeks. I was in agony!

�Nod if you can breathe OK,� Cynthia said.

I nodded as tears welled in my eyes. The inner wall of the breathing tube had expanded the opening, giving me better air flow. The outer diameter sealed my throat. It hurt a little but I could manage. All the bondage was so horrible that I was in shock. I didn’t know what was going to happen to me next and I was absolutely helpless to resist. I felt like a piece of meat. As a final act, she pulled firmly on my tongue and turned a screw with an Allen key. I felt two pins grab the grommets in the back of my tongue. I couldn’t move my tongue at all now.

To the left of my tongue was a fitting for an air fitting. On the right was a fitting for a feeding tube. While I could breathe fairly easily through the vent around my tongue, they still supplemented my air supply using a vent hose that pumped air into a mixing chamber inside the ball. The airflow was very slight, just enough to allow me to breathe comfortably.

Lea pulled my hair into a ponytail and fastened it with a rubber band. I saw the hood drop over my face. My vision was now restricted since the eyes of the hood were tinted quite dark. Laces were pulled tight and my bondage was complete. I wondered why they left my legs free.

The hood muffled their voices but I could still hear them. �Let’s get her mounted. We only have one more,� I heard the doctor say.

I discovered the air supply was a portable air pump. I was lifted from the table and a leash was clipped to my tongue chain. I was led away, nearly blind and helpless. I couldn’t really see where I was going but we definitely headed back down the corridor. The pull on my tongue led the way. I hated it. Eventually I saw a door open and I stepped from the smooth Linoleum to the rough concrete floor of my cell.

In the room were two Plexiglas containers holding a pair of kneeling girls. They knelt on top of wooden pedestals that were roughly a foot high and three feet square. And they were encased in a heavy plastic box. Behind them was a metal brace that the girls were attached to.

When they took me to my waiting pedestal I could see more clearly what I was going to have to endure. There was a narrow padded saddle and a pair of padded sockets for my knees. The pushed me down onto the saddle. I offered little resistance. My knees were cradled by the open-top knee pads. They were a little tight around the sides but fairly comfortable. My feet slipped into waiting holes in the rear of the box. They raised the saddle until my weight was fully planted on it. Then they slipped out the rear plug and connected a short hose to it. The opposite end was connected to the box below.

The saddle had a slot for a bolt, which was threaded into the metal plate between my legs. With a single bolt they connected me to the saddle. While I could move back and forth, I couldn’t rise off of the seat. They also bolted down my calves with padded brackets that slipped over my legs just behind my knees.

The nurses attached the remaining hoses below. I heard some commotion behind me and felt them place an inverted �Y� shaped set of rods into the waiting leather loops on the back of my corset. The rods split at my shoulders and followed my spine. A single vertical pole extended behind my head. The device seated into waiting sockets in a bracket behind my waist. Chains were connected from the sides of my waist belt to the poles. Then a well padded collar was placed around my neck and also connected to the pole. Finally a chain was attached from the top of the brace to the top of my hood.

The only things left were the mouth attachments. One hose was connected from below to my air vent and the other connected to my feeding tube. Cynthia bent down and looked at the control panel mounted on the pedestal. She pressed a few buttons and closed the protective plastic cover. Soon I felt fluid going into my feeding tube and water pumping through my bowels.

�We’re going to cover you up now. We have one more girl to pack up before we can let you all rest for the night. You’re going to feel a need to void your bowels. The liquid we’re pumping into your stomach is laced with a mild laxative. We’re also going to flush your bowels every two hours. When you’re being flushed we’ll provide you with entertainment of course. Try and get used to the bonds. You’ll be in them for a day or two.�

Lea asked Sidney if the waste, water, and electric connections were in place. Lindsay seemed indignant that Lea would ask but she then smiled. �Of course. I always check them. I’m well aware that the holding tank can’t go for more than a day and a half.�

�Never hurts to be careful,� Cynthia said. �I heard of an incident last month from L.A. where a girl died because they didn’t check the charge light. The battery died and the girl suffocated.

�Relax. I checked the charge light. She’s fully charged and on maintenance charge.�

�Good. Let’s cover her up and get ready for our last lady. Boy this is getting to be a lot of work. Twelve girls in one day is just too much. Thank God we have two teams.�

�At least we get two months off until we have to do this again,� Lindsay said.

�Yea,� Lea replied as she operated the electric hoist and lifted the Plexiglas cover over my head. �I’m going to San Juan with Danny next week. The money will come in handy. We’re thinking of building on the island.�

�You’ll still help with the special projects, right?�

�Of course. The money is too good to turn down. Forty grand for four hours of work? I may be crazy but I’m not stupid.�

I heard air wrenches. My lid was being bolted firmly to the base. I was now isolated. I had a supply of laxative laced water, an air supply, and an automated enema device and I could do nothing to get out of this torment.

We faced each other in sort of a rough circle. We could all see each other. The collar was not tight and the chain on my head supported me only enough to prevent me from tilting it. I could still rotate my head to some degree. The other girls turned toward me and just stared. Their tongue leashes hung from their mouths as their chests bounced slightly. I realized that they were crying silently. I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t.

Two hours later the fourth girl was dragged in and mounted. She struggled a bit until Cynthia took out the remote control. I watched the girl stiffen and suddenly stand upright. After that she was very docile. Before long they had her fully boxed and ready for shipping.

While she was being mounted my cleaning cycle had started. I felt water pumping into my bowels and my vibrator began to pulse. It stimulated my pierced clit. It was both painful and extremely pleasing. I won’t admit to an orgasm but I did enjoy the activity. Well, to be truthful, I just ignored the unpleasant elements. I guess I did have an orgasm. But you didn’t hear it from me.

We weren’t synchronized. I watched the girls wiggle around when their cycles started. The first cycle for the new girl was interesting. She really struggled and bucked her hips hard. But the bonds held her in place. In my box I couldn’t hear a thing but if I could I bet she was panting like a bitch in heat.

Other than the constant drip of water down our throats and the periodic cleanings we had nothing to do. For hours we knelt and sat in our boxes. I got bored beyond comprehension. I became depressed and occasionally cried. I could feel tears drip between my mask and my cheeks. My tongue hurt too, it being stretched by the piercings they had installed.

But mostly I thought about Brandon. I was mad at him. He must have known I was going to go through this. I didn’t understand why. He always said he loved me. Why did he send me to a place where I’d be tortured like this? Was he mad at me? Did I do something to anger him? He never indicated it. He always showed me the utmost love and respect. I didn’t deserve this.

There were no windows in the room so I didn’t know what time it was. All I knew was that we had all been kneeling for many hours, watching each other struggle and squirm in our boxes. I was almost grateful when Cynthia led two large men into the room and began directing them to get us ready.

The attachments for the hoses and power connector were on the front of the pedestal. I watched one of the men drop to his knees and do something. I felt a brief change in the airflow and the water that was trickling into my feeding tube stopped. He stood and then pressed on a pedal. I felt my box lift in one corner. He walked around me and pressed down on three more pedals. I felt each corner rise an inch or two each time.

I watched him repeat the process on one of the boxes across from me as the other man did the same to the last girl. Soon we were all on casters, being rolled down the hallway to the waiting freight elevator. There was a huge line of plastic boxes being moved into the elevator. With the lift only so big we had to go up in two trips.

We found ourselves in the car wash. Its doors were closed and it was night. It must have been early Monday morning, perhaps two or three a.m. There was a specially equipped panel van. We were wheeled up the ramp and into the truck. The floor was bumpy and jarred my ass on the seat. They pushed me backwards against the wall. There must have been a hook there because the man reached under my pedestal and did something that secured me. Then he walked away and got another girl.

The process continued until all twelve of us were secured. Then the doors were closed. After a few minutes we were moving. Thus began the worst thirty days of my life!

Segment 2 Pony Hell

I can’t tell you how much I now hate those expansion joints that run across highways and bridges. I felt every bump along the way. I wished they had provided softer seats. My bottom was getting sore after the many hours in this truck.

The mouth bondage was horrendous. Not only did I have my mouth stretched wide, I also had tubes down my throat and pins in my tongue. How could they come up with such torture? And what did this have to do with loving someone and being their slave?

There wasn’t much to tell about the systems that were keeping us healthy. Water flowed into one tube while fresh air was pumped into the ball so I could breathe. I was no longer flushed. But the catheter and hollow dildos did drain away waste. I wasn’t willing to admit it but the vibrator did seem to take the edge of the trip. I really wished they had set it to go off more often.

The other girls were lined up along the opposite wall. I could see they were dressed identically to me. They knelt in their Plexiglas boxes and just stared straight ahead. An even dozen of us were headed to God knows where. In fact, I didn’t even know where we were headed. I wasn’t sure we really were going to a facility in Texas. I couldn’t trust Brandon. No, wait. I didn’t mean that. Did I?

Arrival time was approximately 7 p.m. Central. One by one we were wheeled out of the truck and onto the dock. Then, after a careful inspection a pair of lovely women whisked each of us away to a special room where we were to be released from our stands.

Our destination ended up being a very long, modern looking room. It was a wide corridor with a number of rooms on one side and a glass paneled wall on the other. On the opposite side of that wall was another corridor.

We were grouped in fours, with two of us on either side of a colored glass door. Each door was tinted a different color, I noticed as the wheeled us in. We passed a blue door, a red door, and ended up at a gold door. I was placed just to the left of it. The remaining girls were placed nearby.

Each of us had an attendee and they worked to release us from our bonds. After the covers were lifted by hooks, they started removing our headgear. They started by removing the collar and the hood. Then they started working on removing all the facial bondage. Finally they removed the tubes going into our throats. It was the most disgusting element of the operations.

�State your name, Dear,� one of the girls said.

�Ellae Kangsta,� I mumbled, waiting for the rest of the bonds to be removed.

�Thank you,� she said, punching some numbers on a handheld device. I’ll be right back.

I looked to the right and to the left. Most of the girls had their headgear removed by now and they were awaiting the next step while kneeling and sitting on these boxes. After they had gone to a central terminal to enter some information they returned to the area in front of their charges. The attendants all stood against the long window on the opposite side of the aisle. It looked like they were waiting for someone.

Before long a tall man with a beard walked down the aisle carrying a portable microphone in his left hand. As he turned toward me I saw that he was incredibly handsome. He wore an expensive Stetson and cowboy boots. He walked with confidence and smiled at all of us as he inspected the entire line. Eventually he lifted his microphone and spoke.

�How ya all doin?� he asked. His thick drawl was almost comical. �Glad ya all could come. Sorry for the inconvenience but we don’t allow bitches to roam free until we get you all suited up. We’ll get you all out of those bitch boxes in a little bit. Then we’ll get ya sorted out might quick. We have a lot to go over.

�Ya all probably wonderin why you’re lovers sent ya here. Frankly, I don’t care and neither do these other fine men and ladies. But I will tell ya this. Your lovers paid a might pretty penny. We’re paid to make you bitches into perfect slaves. And you’ll note that I keep calling you bitches. I ain’t tryin to insult ya’s. I’m just callin ya what ya are. Think of it as another way of callin ya a recruit. For this here operation bitch sounds better than recruit. Got it? Good!

�Now, I’m sure you all are wonderin what’s gonna happen to you. Well, in simple terms, we’re gonna treat ya like animals. We’re all gonna have a nice dog and pony show. And you all are gonna be the dogs and ponies.

I had expected no less.

�You all are gonna learn to be slave girls too. So that makes three stages ya gotta go through. You’re gonna spend a week in each phase. You’re gonna spend a week as ponies, a week as dogs, and a week as slave girls. After that you’ll spend a week in the role your owner wished you to be returned in. By the time you bitches all leave here you all should have a real good idea how to act nice and obedient like.

�Now, I know some of ya are back for yur second or third time. I want ya all to help the ones who are just getting acquainted with this here operation. We made sure at least one of ya veterans are in each group. Try and make these here rookies feel at home. After all, you know what it’s like to be sent here without knowin what’s gonna happen.

�Let’s bring in my friends to show ya what ya all are getting into. Chelsea, Send in my girls, would ya?�

From the far end I could just make out the procession. Four slave girls entered, each dressed in a blue skirt, a blue sheer blouse, and blue knee high boots. Their boots had five inch stilettos. Behind two of them, ponygirls were pulled along on their leashes, each dressed nearly the same as the way I had been when Brandon had dressed me. The ponies were dressed in gold. They wore gold corsets, gold pony boots, gold collars, blinders, bits, etc. They even had gold tails. Finally came the dogs. Two girls crawled behind their leaders as the slave girls dragged them by heavy leashes. The dogs wore pointed red boots, red corsets that didn’t cover the breasts, a short red tail, and a heavy red collar. Their faces were covered by a myriad of straps that were attached to a patent leather plate that fit from nose to chin. I noticed that their cheeks bulged which indicated to me that their mouths were quite stuffed.

�I’ll explain about the dogs first. These girls are doin time for runnin up a debt. Their husbands are good friends of mine. They just happened to run into a little money problem so they rented them out to me for a nice sum of money. They ain’t real happy about the deal but when they get back to their hubbys they’re gonna find out they’re gonna live like queens for a long time.

�These ponies are a gift to me from my wife. Just got em on my birthday. Impressive, aren’t they? They’re a matched pair and they’re over six feet ten in those eight inch heels. They been trainin for six months. They are my pride and joy.

�Finally I’ll mention the slave girls. These girls jobs is to do exactly as their told. They normally don’t wear no bonds except for that leather belt and that collar. Any time we need to do things to them though we put a chain or two on them to make em docile. We also tend to blindfold them a lot. Makes em look so much more sweeter.

�Anyway, for sex, we use the dogs to suck cock and we use the slave girls for anal sex. We don’t do no straight sex here. Don’t want to send our bitches back pregnant. We don’t take no for an answer by the way. Say no and get shocked. We don’t care if you’re scared. We don’t care about your religion or your upbringing. All we want is immediate obeyin. If you don’t learn that lesson quick, you’re gonna regret it.

�So, yur probably all wonderin why these girls got here and if they’re here against their will. Well, it’s a sort of yes and sort of no thing. All these girls signed a pre-nup with their lover that had a big payout if they stayed with them for five years. They’re all from fairly poor upbringins and they all married into big bucks. Well, their husbands didn just fall off the turnip truck and they were inta this lifestyle anyways. So they said fine, I’ll marry ya, if ya agrees to get some trainin. These here girls signed up ta be married for at least five years. Durin that time they can be rented out or held as collateral on a loan. In this case it’s a little of both.

�For the most part, any time you hear of a girl that’s here for a long time, it’s either because they volunteered or because they’re here as collateral. We offer something we call sub-principle loans. What that means is that we only ask for 90 of the loan back. There’s no interest. For that we borrow their pets and rent them out for profit. They don’t like it but they know that their husbands need the money to get started quickly in their business. They know that when they go home they’ll find themselves richer so they really can’t complain.

�The dogs are here because their husbands are starting a shipping company in Vegas and they needed some fast cash. The ponies have hubbies that are setting up a communication firm. And finally my slave girls are being paid by me to do this because they have a business that they want to start. So they’ll be here for three years and I’ll pay them a million dollars interest free. �OK, let’s get ya sorted. The girls in front of the red room will be dogs. The gold room girls get to be ponies. And the blue room girls are gonna be sex slaves. I ain’t gonna ask if you got any questions because frankly I don’t care. Do what you’re told. I’ll see ya all tomorra.

We were finally out of our bondage gear. The only things we now wore were the piercings in our tongue and the gadgets between our legs. A fresh dildo was inserted into the empty rear socket. We were going to have to sleep with that stuff inside us. Thankfully they also took the leashes off of our tongues. I was so grateful to be mobile again.

My three new friends were name Anne, Samantha, and Erin. Our four trainers were named Tina, Carrie, Natalie, and Beth. They were all from the south and had thick accents. I suspected they were from Alabama. They ignored me when I asked.

Tina and Natalie were the leaders apparently and they weren’t nice at all. Tina stepped up to me and pointed towards the door. �OK bitches, get in the room,� she said sternly. Considering her tone of voice, I knew we didn’t have a lot of options. We all piled into the long, wide room.

�The bathroom’s in the back. You,� she said point to Anne. �You’re bitch 11. This is your bed. Climb on the bed and get on all fours.� Anne hesitated for a moment. Carrie was standing next to her and, with a lightning move, grabbed a remote from her belt and pressed a button.

�Ahhh,� Anne said as she grabbed her crotch, dropping to her knees. �Get your ass over there and climb on the bed, NOW!� Carrie yelled.

Anne ran to the bed and knelt on all fours as directed. She was crying and shaking. When I looked at the other girls, I realized we were all shaking and crying. I guess they got their point across because none of us hesitated at all when we were ordered to do the same. I was bitch 12, Samantha was bitch 13, and Erin was bitch 14.

�Two of us will be on duty through the night. When we give an order, obey it or suffer.�

Natalie, a tall redhead, walked over to Erin’s bed. �Welcome back,� she said to her. �Third time here, isn’t it?�

�Yes, ma’am,� Erin said.