____________________________
| |
/)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\
/ )| DIRECTORIES |( \
__( (|____________________________|) )__
((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / )))
(\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///)
\ / \ /
\ _/ \_ /
/ / \ \
o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o
o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o
o betical directories. o
o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o
o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o
Hippos - Part 3 (MF, S&M, bond)
by Anonymous (c) 1994
*
The Mark of the Centaur
I wasn't sure how long I had been out. Hours? Days? The
trailer was pitch dark inside. I struggled in the restraints as
hard as I could. There must have been a motion detector of some
kind inside, for the sleeping gas was released and I was unconcious
again.
At one point during the trip, it seemed as if the driver had
stopped. Perhaps at a truck stop, or a rest area. I tried to make
some noise so that someone outside could hear me. But the gas was
released once again. A sensitive microphone must have also been
installed as well.
Since I couldn't do anything to free myself, and I couldn't
get help from the outside, I simply kept quiet for the remainder
of the trip.
Finally, after several hours had passed, the truck stopped for
the last time. Within minutes the back doors were unlocked and
opened. The light caused me to squint my eyes for a few seconds.
Then two pairs of hands began to undo the leather straps that held
me in place. I was turned around and taken to the back of the
trailer, and lead down the ramp.
The hands belonged to a man and woman. Both were quite
muscular as if they were both bodybuilders. They were dressed in
identical outfits: tight fitting riding pants, shirts, and boots.
From their belts hung formidable-looking whips. Much like the lunge
whip that was used on me on the farm, but shorter and much thicker.
I looked around as best as I could. There were several white
painted buildings of various sizes and shapes. Other horse trailers
were nearby. Some already empty, others having just arrived.
I was taken to a corral that was attached to one of the
buildings. The corral had a five foot fence with barbed wire on the
top of it. Once at the gate, my restraints were removed and I was
pushed inside.
I was not the only occupant. There were eight others already
there, male and female. Like myself, they were all nude. Some had
manes like myself, others had full heads of hair. One in particular
caught my eye. She was a strikingly beautiful redhead, with hair
that grew all the way to the small of her back. She had large,
well-formed breasts that accented her already perfect body
proportions. But as with the rest of us, the lines from the
harnesses could clearly be seen on her tanned skin. Otherwise she
was flawless.
When all of the occupants of the horse trailers were in the
corral, the man and woman entered with their whips drawn. CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! They flicked the whips towards their captives. A door
leading to the inside of the building was pulled open. In a few
minutes I was driven inside the building with the others.
I walked down a corridor of some kind. It was only a couple
of feet wide. The walls were about six to seven feet high. The man
and woman were walking alongside on a platform of the same height.
They would look down at us and if someone was too slow, or stopped
altogether, the whips would be used to drive them forward.
At the end of the corridor was another door. It opened and I
found myself and the others in a small ten by ten foot room. There
were nozzles of some type on all of the walls and on the ceiling.
A large fan duct was in the middle of the ceiling, and several
drains were in the floor.
Suddenly the door closed. Then I could hear the sounds of
machinery. From out of the nozzles came hot, soapy water! The water
was under quite a bit of pressure, which hurt somewhat. Since the
nozzles were all over the room, there was no relief.
We were rinsed in the same fashion. Then, something else came
out of the walls. There was a stinging sensation in my eyes. My
hands went to my face. My fingers touched my mane and suddenly I
was holding a clump of my hair! It was some kind of hair remover!
In minutes everyone was completely bald. Even our public hair was
going down the drains in the floor.
We were again washed and rinsed. A disinfecting spray was the
last thing to come out of the nozzles. The fan was activated, and
warm air was generated through the room, drying us off.
I could hear the sobs of some of the others. The redhead that
I had admired so much was crying the loudest. She must have been
quite proud of her tresses, and now she was even more naked than
before.
The door opened, and I knew that we were expected to come out
of the room. I was the first to leave. Again I saw the man and
woman perched above the narrow corridor. This time I was driven
towards a set of swinging doors.
I went through the doorway. I found myself standing in the
center of a circular room. There was a man standing by a control
panel about six feet from me. I heard the doors lock. The man and
woman appeared on either side of me. The woman was carrying a tape
measure while her companion brought along a box and something that
looked like a wide pair of pliers.
The woman then began to measure my head, neck, arms, waist
etc. There wasn't one part of me that was left out. Each size was
noted by the man at the console who wrote them down on a clipboard.
The woman moved in back, and placed her arms around me. Then
she put me in a half nelson hold. She was extremely strong. She
probably could snap my neck with relative ease. I decided not to
find out so I did not resist.
The man set the box on the floor and began pulling out some
sort of plastic strapping. He wrapped the inch-wide polyvinyl
around my ankles, and pulled them together. Once they were firmly
bound, he took the tool and "locked" the strapping in place with
a piece of metal. With the same tool, he then cut the plastic. The
same procedure was done around my calves, under and over my knees,
and then around my thighs. My legs were pinned tightly together.
The woman released me from her wrestler's hold. The strapping
was then wrapped around the rest of my body, pinning my arms to my
sides.
To see if I was indeed totally immobile, the woman stepped in
front of me and gave a gentle push. I tetered, then fell straight
back! Before I went too far, the man caught me and set me upright
again.
They walked over to the console and picked up some metal
plate-like contraptions. The devices had plastic hoses hooked to
them that were also connected to the console. Velcro straps were
attached to the plates.
One plate was placed over my right buttock. It was about four
inches in diameter. I could see that the plate had numerous holes
on the side that touched my skin. The straps were then secured,
holding the plate tightly.
Another, identical plate went in the area just below my waist,
and right above my genitalia.
Finally, the woman took my upper lip and stretched it onto a
small metal plate. Then she took a clamplike device and twisted a
knob until it held the plate tight.
With the plates now in place, the man at the counsel pressed
some buttons. He then spoke, as if he was reading off an invoice,
"Number A245C, point of origin, Badger State Farm." The woman
looked at a clipboard, and nodded her head. The man at the console
then pushed a large red button.
There was the sound of air hissing and liquid gurgling. I felt
the hoses vibrate.
Suddenly, dozens of tiny needles began going through the
plates, penetrating my skin! I felt like a pin cushion!
I saw a liquid going through the hoses, then I felt it
entering the places where the needles were.
The process took only a few seconds. The needles withdrew, and
the plates were removed.
The woman opened my mouth and pulled up on my upper lip.
"A245C", she said to the man at the console, "I can read it without
any problem at all."
The process had been quite painful. My eyes were blurry from
my tears, but I could see what had been done to me. I bent my head
down and looked at the area just below my waist.
There was a multicolored picture of a Centaur! I had been
tattooed! The one on my upper lip was a registration mark like
those done on thoroughbred horses!
END PART III