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Hippos - Part 2 (MF, S&M, bond)
by Anonymous (c) 1994
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Further Training
I was completely surprised! An interstate highway was just
over the hill. Freedom was only yards away! If I had known this
earlier, I would have made an attempt to escape. Then I realized
that that was the object of the earplugs and blindfold. I was to
learn obedience without the distraction of knowing that an escape
was possible.
We continued the drive along the hilly area. The trail went
up a small incline. I pulled the sulky up this incline with very
little effort.
But then, a steeper incline was ahead of me. My legs pushed
much harder. The reins snapped and the whip came down...CRACK! It
was the first time that I had actually heard the whip being used.
I was able to get the sulky up the incline, but I could see that
I had a lot of work in store for me. There were still more small
hills. They varied from the small inclines I first came upon, to
hills of different heights and steepness.
With each hill I had to drive my legs ever harder in order to
get up the incline. My trainer used the whip frequently.
CRACK!..CRACK!...CRACK! Sometimes I started to slide back, and my
trainer would expertly strike my back and the backs of my legs to
"encourage" me forward.
By the end of the ride, I had been driven along the entire
valley. Up hills and down. Faster, slower, with no nonsense being
tolerated by my trainer. I was totally exhausted and in a great
deal of pain not only from the whip, but from the strain on my body
from the efforts I had made.
When I arrived back at my stall, I noticed something new had
been added. A stainless steel shaft had been mounted to the floor.
A second, wider shaft was fitted over the first. It had a smooth,
rounded end and a screw-type knob was near its base. It was about
two and a half feet high altogether.
After I had finished with my food and water, I had expected
to be re-bitted, but instead I was lead over to the shaft. A
lubricant was applied to the stainless steel, and I was positioned
over the device. My trainer spread my legs slightly, then pulled
up on the knob. The rounded end then slipped up my asshole,
impaling me! The knob was then tightened, securing the shaft in its
position. I could not bend over, nor jump off the metal intruder!
Then my trainer for the first time, removed my harness and
other restraints. I slowly moved my arms which had been locked up
for days. They ached, but it felt so good to move them again!
I could not release myself from the shaft. The adjustment knob
was directly behind me, but out of the reach of my hands. It was
also very tightly turned so that I would have needed a great deal
of hand strength to undo it anyway. I was standing totally naked
and helpless.
Buckets of warm soapy water were brought in. Shampoo, sponges,
and towels were laid on a stool. A safety razor and shaving lather
were next. Then some sort of spray bottle was the last item brought
into the stall.
My trainer moved behind me. The shaving lather was applied to
the sides of my head. The razor was then used to shave away the
hair. The process took some time as my trainer did not want to cut
me. When I was finished, The sides of my head were completely
shaved, leaving only a three inch mane in the center!
Next, a sponge was plunged into one of the buckets and my
trainer applied it to my back. Previously, I was bathed while still
harnessed. It was also cold water, not warm. The warmth of the
water penetrated my back. It was wonderful!
First my back was washed, then the backs of my legs. I was
massaged as the washing took place. Slow, and sensual.
My trainer then shifted to my frontside. Again, a slow
wonderful rubbing of my skin and muscles was used. I closed my eyes
as my trainer began up my legs to the insides of my thighs.
Then, without thinking of the consequences, I touched my
trainer on the arm. Instantly the pleasurable feeling stopped and
in seconds, the whip was striking me. Again and again, the whip was
applied. I cried out in pain.
"My job is to train you, not fuck you!" my trainer yelled. The
last of the water buckets was poured over my head. I was roughly
towelled dry. The washing materials were then gathered up and my
trainer left the stall and bolted the door.
I was still impailed on the steel shaft! I stayed there the
rest of the night.
The next morning, I was once again harnessed, bitted, and
bridled. The control knob was loosened and the metal intruder was
lowered. From the spray bottle, an insecticide was applied to my
body so as to keep the flys and mosquitoes off of me.
The sulky training continued but with a slight difference.
Several lead weights were added to the frame. From what I could
tell, I would now be pulling at least thirty pounds more than
before.
The additional weight made it much more difficult to go up the
hills, but I had little choice in the matter. The whip made it
quite clear that I had better get used to working harder.
Each new day's training brought additional weight to be
pulled. I stopped trying to guess how much, and just concentrated
on my task instead. I did know that I definitely was much stronger
and had greater stamina than when I first arrived.
I also stopped trying to anticipate my trainer, and learned
to trust the commands being given to me. As long as I obeyed, the
use of the whip was minimal.
One day, I was directed towards a section of the trails that
I had never been on before. It was more like an access road for the
farm vehicles as it had several tire marks in it. As I proceeded
down the trail, I could hear the sound of the vehicles on the
highway. The farther I went, the louder they became.
Far up the trail I could see a place where the trail came to
a fork. It had only a left and right turn to choose from. Just
barely through the trees, I could also see the movement of cars on
the highway. The right turn would lead to that highway while the
left turn would take me back to the farm.
My heart was beating much faster than before. If I could get
to the highway surely someone would be able to rescue me! The
distance wasn't that great. I could probably endure a severe
whipping from my trainer if I made a break for it!
I came closer and closer to the fork. Each stride I took would
be a stride closer to freedom! My mind was buzzing from the
anticipation.
But I was also afraid of what would happen if I failed in my
attempt. If I tried to escape, the punishment would be severe. By
remaining obedient to my trainer, I would probably be treated
better.
The time had come. I felt the reins being pulled to the left.
I knew that I had only a second to make my decision. Left, and
choose the farm? Or right, and possible fredom?
I made my choice....I turned left.
I was taken back to the barn and given a hearty meal and fresh
water. There was a smile on my trainer's face as I heard the words:
"Congratulations! You passed the test!"
It was a test! It was to see just how obedient I had become.
If I had chosen the right fork, probably there would have been
something to stop me from going any further. I was glad I made the
choice that I did, even if it meant that I had to return here.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of a truck pulling up
to the barn. I looked out of the window and I saw my trainer
talking to the driver of the truck.
The door to the stall was opened and I was lead outside. There
was a horse trailer hitched to the truck. It was painted in a
glossy black. There were no markings on it of any kind. It also had
no windows. The only openings it had were the doors in the back.
A ramp was placed from this opening to the ground. I knew that I
was going to be put inside the trailer! I tried to struggle but
both my trainer and the driver took a firm hold of me, and lead me
up the ramp.
Several leather straps hung from the inside walls. I was
secured in these restaints to the point that I could not budge an
inch. I was facing towards the front of the trailer. I felt my
trainer's hands stoking my neck and shoulders. "I wish I could bid
on you myself. You were the best I've trained." With that, my head
was held while my bitted lips were kissed by those of my trainer.
The ramp was placed in the trailer and I heard the driver
talking to my trainer.
"You seem to get the best ones to train."
"It takes work. But this one was easy..a real natural."
The doors closed. As there were no windows, the inside of the
trailer was soon cut off from the light. I heard the doors being
locked. Then I heard the truck start.
I then started to detect a peculiar odor in the trailer. It
grew stronger. I began to get groggy.
It was sleeping gas! I was unconcious in seconds!
END PART II