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Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - B&D ACADEMY CHAPTER 1

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Hi,



I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't

really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to

repost the stuff I have.



There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who

have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were

originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them

first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever

increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups.



The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage

orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a

little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't

be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the

stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still

apply.



I hope you enjoy whatever I do post.



Bye for now. 



Anakha

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                        B&D ACADEMY

                        By  Snidely

                        CHAPTER 1



   The breakfast ordeal was over... Finally. Mariko sat at the

table trying to "will" the corn flake off the end of her nose and

wondered just how she gets herself into these things. She felt

doubly responsible this time because she had gotten not only

herself, but her roommate, Courtney Richmond, into this

predicament. Mariko looked across the beautifully appointed

breakfast table at her friend who was sitting strapped to a

high-back leather covered chair identical to Mariko's with a

dejected look on her face and oatmeal in her hair. At 22, the

blonde girl was two years younger then Mariko and about two inches

taller at 5'6''. She was the type of girl who seemed to turn men's

heads everywhere she went, but she never was never one to notice.

They had struck up an immediate friendship and decided to share an

apartment soon after they had first met at the job that was to get

them into this mess.



    Sitting smugly at the head of the table was their principal

tormentor, Allison Palmer, owner, president, chief-of-staff and

head bitch of B&D (Beauty and Definition) Cosmetics. She was a

tall, strong, attractive (in a hard sort of way) redhead with a

short flip hair style. She sat with one leg slung over her chair

arm, sipping coffee and smirking at the two helpless girls. She had

a devious twinkle in her eye, a twinkle Mariko had come to know all

to well over the last two weeks (or was it three?). Allison

finished her coffee with one final gulp and then rang the little

bell that was next to her place setting. When they first arrived at

the estate, Mariko had expected a butler in a tuxedo or at least a

French maid to respond but instead, the double doors of the huge

dining room opened up and as they had in the past, in marched six

oriental women, with three coming around behind Mariko and the

others taking a similar position behind Courtney. Mariko couldn't

decide just what nationality the women were although she had ruled

out the possibility that they could be Japanese like herself. They

were all squat, rugged farm type girls, probably from the mainland.

They just did not fit in these lavish surroundings. Not the Jet-set

type at all like Allison and her friends. Or the the sympathetic

type either.



   Both girls were becoming painfully used to this routine, They

knew that now was not the time to talk, even though it was one of

the few times during the day that they were physically able to, but

Courtney seemed determined to press her luck.  "And what's for

desert?" she asked Allison with her best sarcastic smile that

didn't begin to hide the contempt she obviously felt for Allison.

She barely got the statement out before one of the guards grabbed

a handful of Courtney's blond hair and yanked her head back, not

too hard, it was her one warning for the day. (and it was only six

A.M.)  "I was only asking!" Courtney blurted defensively, as the

guard twisted her hair a bit more. Allison smiled sweetly and said

"Why, I'm having some melon for desert and it's certain to be

delicious, But I think, for you two, some red rubber ball will do!"

With that, she nodded to the guards who pounced on both girls, and

almost effortlessly stuffed ball gags into their mouths. Mariko

couldn't help but notice that Courtney's gag was pulled about twice

as tight as her own, not that she had any prayer of extricating the

one in her mouth, but any small favor was welcome under their

circumstances. Sooner or later Courtney would figure that out and

keep her mouth shut.



   Allison sat back in her chair and began  "Y'know girls, I've

been thinking... ("Oh shit! Here we go again!" Mariko thought)

...You two have been with me all this time and we haven't even had

a chance to tour my stables. I'm really quite proud of them, so I

thought that it would be fun to have a nice ride and then a quiet

little picnic today... If that's okay with you." She said as she

looked quizzically at her guests who could do little more then

stare back at her.  "If you don't want to go, just say so!" she

blurted out before slapping her knee, and laughing merrily at her

own joke. (Nether Courtney or Mariko could appreciate the humor in

it!) "There then, its settled, the girls here will get you cleaned

up and help you get into some riding clothes and I'll meet you in

the stables at nine."



   She then nodded again to the guards, who efficiently unbuckled

all the leather straps holding our heroines in their chairs then

pushed their heads down on the table and pulled their hands up

behind their backs to be fastened there with plastic tie-wraps. The

chair was pulled away suddenly and Mariko was hustled up and

towards the door with one guard on each elbow and the corn flake

still plastered stubbornly on the end of her nose. Courtney brought

up the rear.  Allison's cheerful "Tah, Tah" rang in their ears as

they stumbled down the halls to their rooms.



                   ======  *  ======



    Both Mariko and Courtney had started work on the same day at

B&D Cosmetics although certainly with different motivations.

Courtney joined the firm as a student intern in the marketing

group, Her plan was to slug her way to the top of the business

world and be in the 6 figure salary range by the time she was 25.

Mariko was starting as a marketing liaison to the new Far East

division. It was her charm and wit, along with a hell of a snow job

that had convinced them in the interview that she had grown up in

Japan. It didn't really matter that coming to New York was the

first time she had left Southern California in her life. Her full

blooded Japanese roots, The smooth lines of her face, the gentle

slant to her brown eyes and her waist length, jet black hair had

done the major portion of the selling.



   This was actually her second job, but she didn't tell them that.

Her first had been with a rival cosmetics company based in

California. Ivan Rasovitz, the president of Rasovitz Industries,

had recognized her unique potential immediately and taken her under

his wing as his personal assistant. During one late night staff

strategy meeting he revealed his suspicion that B&D had been

stealing his formulas for several years. He hinted that what he

needed was a contact on the inside at B&D who could let him know

what was going on, maybe even send him back some of the stolen

formulas so he could track down the spy in his company.



                ======  *  ======



    Mariko sat patiently in the "Dressing Chair" while a

fashionably dressed woman applied her make-up (B&D brand of

course). The dressing chair was an interesting affair made up

entirely of adjustable, stainless steel tubes giving it an ultra

modern appearance. It's long legs were securely anchored in the

concrete floor of the dressing room making it the only permanent

highlight in an otherwise drab room. The chair was really little

more then a stool with arm rests as there was only a tiny,

uncomfortable seat made up of tubing that converged together to

form a small square with no back rest at all for a tired girl to

lean against, nor could she put her feet flat on the floor due to

the telescoping legs that had been adjusted before the guards had

even placed her in the chair. As it was she could barely strain

enough to rub the end of her big toes on the floor. The arms and

legs were constructed so that they could be twisted and turned this

way and that at the operators convenience and with the simple

tightening of strategic wing bolts, they could be locked in place

holding the unfortunate "Dressee" rigidly in any possible pose. The

steel cuffs that held her in the chair only attached to her limbs

at the wrist and ankles and could be detached and reattached easily

from the chair without ever unlocking them from her wrists and

ankles. The unhooking of the cuffs could be accomplished easily by

any operator who was standing beside the chair but Mariko could not

reach any of the catches from her position seated in the chair. For

obvious security reasons, there was no point during the entire

dressing procedure where more then one of her limbs was ever

released from the chair. In this way she could be completely

outfitted in anything from a cocktail dress to a leather cat suit

with little or no effort on the part of her hand maidens,

regardless of the amount of energy Mariko chose to expend resisting

them.



       The chair also had many interesting attachments like the one

she was enduring at that moment. While she was being made up, a

sturdy head rest arrangement was bolted to the back of the chair

making her lean forward and pushing her head forward slightly from

the back of her neck. A large tray with adjustable lights and all

sorts of cosmetics was snapped in place under her chin forcing her

head up and back painfully against the neck brace, ultimately

holding her head perfectly still while the woman plied her trade.

Mariko knew well enough not to complain. On the first day a mouth

packed with cosmetic cotton puffs put an unpleasant end to any

protests the fashion dummy had to raise. Mariko always prided

herself on never making the same mistake twice. So she sat calmly,

nude, obediently making faces as the make-up woman ordered. Another

taller woman stood behind Mariko and carefully braided her hair

into a long ponytail tied at the bottom with a red ribbon. Soon,

the two women finished their work and stood in front of her

commenting about what beautifully high cheekbones Japanese women

have. Mariko didn't know whether to thank them or kick them, (If

she ever got the chance!) so instead she just waited. She was

getting pretty used to waiting. Finally, after they were done with

their discussion on her chances of making it in the modeling

industry, they removed the tray and Mariko breathed a sigh or

relief as she was able to straighten up.



                  =======  *  =======



   Mariko had never hesitated, She would have done anything (well,

ALMOST anything!) to help this charismatic man who had gotten her

started in the business world, Anyway, it seemed a pretty good way

to make two paychecks while really working only one job. Besides,

all the cloak and dagger stuff was kind of thrilling, in fact, she

even made a point of wearing a cape to work her first day at B&D as

sort of a private joke. It turned out to be even easier then she

had ever imagined to get information on the B&D formulas, she had

access to all B&D's computers from the terminal she shared with

Courtney and all those computer courses in college had really paid

off. She had worked there only a month when she got her first look

at the new formulas that B&D was working on. After six months, she

was merrily funneling all the new formulas back west.

Coincidentally, Mariko had just dropped a package in the mail and

returned to the apartment that she and Courtney shared when this

all began. She noticed right off that there were some mail and some

groceries lying in the middle of the living room.  "That girl's

such a slob sometimes." she thought as she picked up the mess. She

then went into her bedroom to change out of her work clothes.

Mariko opened her closet door and screamed as she looked directly

into the gagged face of Courtney Richmond. Her scream was short

lived though, as a large hand clamped over her mouth from behind.



                   =======  *  =======



    The make-up women was busy arranging some clothes on a table

behind Mariko. All she could make out over her shoulder while one

of the women was showing the outfit to the other was a brown tweed

blazer. She could hear the make-up women commenting about how

clever the design was and how it should hold "This little one."

quite nicely, but she couldn't twist around enough to see. Mariko

didn't like the looks (or rather sound) of this so she decided it

was time to take a chance and speak up.  "Excuse me, I don't want

to interrupt your fun, but I think you should know that I really

look terrible in tweed." Mariko said. Both women stopped their

chatting and turned to Mariko.  "Did you say something, Dear?" the

make-up woman asked pleasantly.  "Why yes!" Mariko said somewhat

surprised to finally get some recognition around this place. "I

said that I think I look awful in tweed jackets." The tall woman

walked slowly around to face Mariko. She pleasantly brushed a stray

hair missed by the braiding out of her face and then leaned forward

until she was nose to nose with Mariko and hissed,  "Who cares what

YOU think, Doll?" Mariko couldn't mistake the innuendo as she sat

naked in front of these two women, about to be dressed just like a

toy.  "Will we be needing any cotton today Dear?" The make-up women

asked Mariko over her shoulder. She simply shook her head. She was

defeated for now. The dressing could begin.



   First came a crisp, white cotton shirt that was quickly slipped

over her unfastened hand which was immediately reconnected to the

chair arm. Then the unfastening process was repeated with the other

arm and Mariko had to shift her weight to accommodate the twisting

of her arm behind her to get it into the other sleeve. They then

buttoned the shirt up the front all except the top two buttons.

Mariko was unpleasantly surprised by the condition of the shirt,

two oblong holes had been cut and hemmed neatly in the front of the

shirt were there could have been pockets. Out of these

strategically placed openings pointed her firm little breasts.

Whoever had laundered the shirt had obviously had a fetish for

starch because both the collar and cuffs were a consistency

reminiscent only of cardboard. The two women were busy carefully

arranging the French cuffs of the shirt and tittered pleasantly as

they used tiny padlocks for cuff links. ("A little bondage chic."

thought Mariko) Next came a yellow wool, V-neck sweater-vest and

they, after quite a tussle, slipped it over Mariko's head. "I'm

sorry, this is not really traditional, its just in case its a

little chilly out there." Ma'am explained with subitle grins that

made Mariko even more un- comfotable then her new apparel. The

sweater was a little bit scratchy where it rubbed against Mariko's

nipples but it was bearable. Next came the blazer, Mariko calmly

cooperated as they threaded her arms into the stiff jacket. When

her hands were re-secured to the chair the tall women opened her

blazer up and began fishing around in the left armpit of the

blazer, and Mariko, who was  extremely ticklish, had to fight hard

to keep from squirming. Finally the woman produced a thin piece of

wire with a clasp on the end. This, she fed into the left arm hole

of the sweater, across Mariko's chest and then out the other arm

hole. She then fiddled in the opposite arm pit for a moment and

yanked the wire. Mariko then realized what was happening. Sewn into

the shoulders of the blazer was a horizontal figure "eight" of

leather with the cross of the "eight" in the center of her back.

Her arms fit through the holes in the "eight" before going into the

blazer's sleeves. The wire was attached at the top and bottom of

the "eight" and once it was connected Mariko would not be able to

remove the jacket without first undoing the wire. Had Mariko been

able to peek behind herself, she would have seen that there had

been a triangular section about four inches wide removed from the

jacket at about her shoulder blade level. This triangle was

reinforced with leather around the edge of the opening and had a

small metal clip hanging loosely out of it. The tall woman

continued to work, diligently trying to connect the wire when,

finally, there was a small "click" as the two ends of the wire

connected.



   The two women soon set their attentions on Mariko's next piece

of apparel, this turned out to be a set of black leather riding

gloves. Not normal gloves as you may expect, Mariko had no doubt

that they would be unique. Once they were worked onto her hands she

discovered that the skin tight gloves had no thumbs, rather, the

thumb was part of the side of the glove. Although she could wiggle

her fingers freely, her thumbs for all practical purposes were

gone! The two women used button hooks to close the tops of the

gloves around her wrist.



   They produced a pair of steel handcuffs and locked one on

Mariko's right wrist. Then they unlocked her left wrist from the

chair and twisted it to meet the other hand where it was locked up

in the loose handcuff. They removed the chair's bracelets from her

hands and replaced them on the chair arms ready for the next

dressing session. Mariko now sat with her wrists securely

handcuffed behind her back and her feet still locked to the chair.

When the tall women stepped quickly behind her and pulled her hands

up suddenly between her shoulder blades and clipped them to the

hook in the back of her jacket. Mariko found that any leverage she

could have hoped to have was gone.



   The make-up woman glanced at her watch and said to the other

woman "Its almost 7:30! We had better finish her up! Would you hand

me her tie?" The other woman grunted and handed her a strip of

bright red cloth and then took a firm grip on Mariko's ponytail. 

"We're gonna make sure your completely tied up, doll... Get it?

*TIED* up?" The make-up lady then buttoned up the top two buttons

of the shirt, and slipped the necktie under the collar and around

Mariko's neck. She then carefully knotted the tie, it took her

three tries to get it right, and slid it up tight to Mariko's neck

and tucked the necktie neatly into her sweater. She fumbled around

in her pockets for a moment and produced a little gold collar bar

which she clipped to both sides of her collar under the necktie

knot.  "What's that for?" asked the tall woman.  "Allison likes

them, she calls them tie locks. She had me put one on Sweetcakes

when she took her riding a couple of weeks ago, Sweetcakes rode all

day, then spent the night hogtied in bed and her tie wasn't even

crooked in the morning." replied the make-up woman.  "Pardon me,

but this doesn't fit right, it's awfully tight." Mariko gulped, (or

tried to, it wasn't easy because of the collar.) The make-up woman

tucked a bright red, lace hanky into Mariko's breast pocket and

pined a carnation to her blazer lapel.  "Your comfort doesn't

matter to us, My dear," She said as she worked. "The only thing

that is important is that you look presentable while you are with

your mistress." Using a small safety pin she pined the key to

Mariko's handcuffs to her necktie, just below the knot but

hopelessly out of reach of Mariko's wandering fingers.  "There,

finished," said the make-up woman as she stepped back to admire her

handiwork. "You look so cute!" she squealed to Mariko as she

pinched her cheek and gave her tie one last primp. "Allison's just

gonna eat you up!"  "More likely it'll be the other way 'bout!"

added the tall woman as she turned towards the door with the other

woman.  "Wait a minute, aren't you forgetting something?" asked

Mariko.  "Oh really! can't you be at all patient?.." said the

make-up woman with an exasperated tone "There'll be someone here

presently who'll gag you... Can't you wait until then?"  "No, No!"

Mariko stammered, "Pants, you forgot my PANTS!"  "Oh, you obviously

haven't seen them yet, have you?" said the tall woman with a smile

as she shut the door.



   Shortly, the door opened and in marched the three guards. They

walked around her and began to fumble with the riding britches.

Mariko tried to turn to see them but she found that this was not a

comfortable feat with the tight, starched collar and tie. First,

one girl took hold of Mariko's ponytail and pulled back on it

forcing her to lean back. The other two pulled short nylon

stockings on her feet then pushed her feet into the legs of the

britches. They had to remove the ankle cuffs one at a time to yank

the pants up to Mariko's knees. Even when the pants were at her

knees Mariko knew that they were going to be very tight, but soon

her mind was elsewhere. One of the girls came around where Mariko

could see her new riding boots. They were made of very shiny black

patent leather with heels that were about 5 inches high and no

thicker at the bottom then a pencil. The girl was examining the

heal more closely and pointed out a curious metal threading

something like a screw starting about one inch from the tip of the

heal and continuing about another inch up the heel. The three girls

(or four if you count Mariko) examined the heels for a moment then

shrugged it off and began trying to put the boots on poor Mariko.

Every stitch she wore until then had fit her like a glove but these

boots were a different story, they were much too small, at least

one size, maybe two. Mariko tried to explain this fact to the

guards, loudly! The guard holding her hair put a stop to that

nonsense with a hand pressed firmly over her mouth. The others

pulled, tugged, crammed and finally forced her feet into the boots.

They pulled the little straps up and around her calf and put small

padlocks at the top so the boots couldn't be removed without the

key which was added to the handcuff key pined to her tie.



   They stood Mariko up and then re-applied themselves to pulling

up the britches. When the pants were just below her crotch they

stopped and one of them went over to the table and returned with a

small velvet box. When she opened it, Mariko tried her best to bolt

for the door and would have made it except for the high heels and

the fact that a guard still had a firm grip on her hair. As it was

she made it a grand total of about 1 inch. Mariko begged and

pleaded with these girls but they paid no attention to her. As the

girl with the box removed three shiny steel ball bearings and came

towards Mariko with a slight hint of a smile on her face, the other

one bent down and grabbed her ankles and forced them as far apart

as the tight britches would allow. The first girl quickly and

efficiently inserted the Ben-Wa balls and then pressed the crotch

of the britches into place to insure that the balls wouldn't pop

out. The other two redoubled their efforts at pulling the pants

into place. Mariko suddenly realized that the crotch of the pants

had been lined with rubber and this, combined with the built in

tightness of the pants, was forcing the balls even deeper inside

her. They zipped up the britches and Mariko could already feel the

rubber doing its best to warm things up. She barely noticed the

"click" of the lock insuring that she would be wearing the riding

britches for some time to come. A wire hobble of about 18 inches

was added to small rings on the inside of the ankles of her boots.

The hobble was really unnecessary because there was no way Mariko

could possibly run in these boots, in fact she was surprised she

could even stand.



   Lastly came the riding hat, a derby. Mariko had no delusions

about this at all. They plunked the black velvet hat down on her

head and a whole bunch of matching leather straps fell around her

cheeks. The main strap, which one of the girls was trying to apply

to her mouth was connected to a steel bit type of arrangement which

popped easily into her startled mouth when she gasped as one of the

girls attempted to rearrange her Ben-Wa balls from the outside. The

steel bit passed between her teeth and drew her lips back at the

corners as the straps were tightened securely at the back of her

neck under her ponytail. In the center of the bit was a hard rubber

pad that extended forward under the bit, right up to the back of

her lower teeth. Right behind the bit the rubber was softer and

curled upwards squishing itself against the roof of her mouth. As

it worked out the gag was inserted perfectly the first time, the

lower pad crushed her tongue against the floor of her mouth and the

upper rubber had plenty of room to expand should she try to open

her mouth any further. Mariko was limited in that regard because of

the tightness of the bit in her mouth where it pulled her cheeks

back cruelly. Mariko heard the small click of the lock at the back

of her neck and the key to her gag was added to the growing

collection dangling from her necktie and our little equestrienne

was ready her canter.



   Mariko was shoved roughly out the door and into the hall. The

guards were content to let her stumble along at her own awkward

pace down the corridor. Suddenly a door to her right flew open and

Mariko found herself face to face with Courtney. Her heart sank as

she looked at her friend who was done up in exactly the same

fashion as Mariko except her color was blue, Navy for the blazer,

light blue for the sweater and her tie was blue plaid complete with

the keys pinned neatly in place. The two prisoners didn't even have

time to exchange sympathetic glances as they were marched awkwardly

down the hall. The only sound that followed them was the high

pitched click of their heels on the concrete floor and the merry

jingle of the dangling keys. They were then bundled into an

elevator and taken up to the main level of the estate and after

another seemingly endless stroll, they were taken to a door that

led outside, the first time they had been outside since they had

been brought here. Given a choice, Mariko would have hoped that

their exit would have been a little more dignified.



   They walked down a long stone walkway to where they saw the

make-up woman standing on the edge of the white stone driveway.

When they arrived the make-up lady made them stand for an

inspection, adjusting here and primping there. They then were

forced to march back and forth so she could "Get a good look at

you" and apparently satisfied, she dismissed the guards who

returned to the house. Mariko looked around herself in disbelief as

various maintenance people busied themselves around the grounds.

They paid no more attention to the two bound and gagged girls then

they would to a couple of secretaries out on their lunch hour.

Mariko wondered if this sight could be more commonplace around here

then she ever imagined. She shuddered at the possibilities.

Presently, a golf cart came bouncing up the dirt road and came to

a stop in front of the three women. A large man in filthy coveralls

smelling distinctly of manure stepped out of the cart and asked the

make-up woman,  "Are Deez Dem?"  "No," Mariko thought, "It's two of

the other sixteen girls standing around in ridiculous looking

riding outfits wearing handcuffs and gags." The make-up woman

assured the man that they were indeed the girls he was looking for

and then stepped back. He guided Mariko and Courtney to the back of

the golf cart then carefully seated them there, facing the rear.

Mariko was so relived to be off her already sore feet that she

barely noticed as he fiddled with their hobbles and yanked on one

end causing a slip knot device on the wire to tighten, pulling the

girl's ankles snugly together. The make-up lady bent down where the

girls could easily see her and said,  "You two have a nice day and

I'll see you this evening... bye-bye!" She turned and then without

looking back, walked into the house. The man spent a moment or two

talking about the weather with the gardener who was trimming a

nearby hedge, then, whistling a little off key tune, he jumped into

the drivers seat and turned the cart around and headed off towards

the distant stables with two very nervous, very uncomfortable,

passengers aboard.



   The ride seemed longer the it really was for the girls as they

were roughly bounced about by the bumpy dirt road they were being

shuttled down. Soon they were passing huge exercise pens bordered

with white stock yard fences surrounding bright green manicured

lawns. Most of the pens were occupied by varying numbers of

beautiful horses prancing about, some being attended by grooms

others free to run about. Mariko couldn't help but notice how

idyllic it all appeared, and what a distinct contrast it was to

their present situation.



   Mariko squirmed in her bonds for a moment... testing... hoping

the man driving wouldn't notice. (He didn't) But it didn't matter,

she wasn't going to get loose now, not a chance. She only prayed

that someone would make a mistake and give her an opening for

escape. Just a crack, That was all she would need! She could crawl

miles to escape, run through streams to throw off the sent of the

dogs that were sure to be sent after her. Duck the searchlights!

(Hey! this is getting pretty darn exciting!) Then she could climb

that last fence and make it to freedom! The golf cart came to a

sudden stop and Mariko's momentum made her bump against the back of

the seat, causing her handcuffs to click a notch tighter.  "Shit,

So much for fantasy. Back to reality..." She thought.



   There was certainly more interest here then back at the house.

Several trainers walked by slowly, really taking in our heroines

predicament.  "Hey babe, Goin' Riiiidin'?!" One called out

teasingly as he walked by. Mariko tried to meet their stares, but

almost immediately she found herself staring at the ground behind

the cart trying to make herself as small as possible. The driver

was writing something on a pad in the cart and when he was finished

he walked to the back of the cart and easily hoisted Mariko over

his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. With one hand on her rump for

balance, he walked towards the nearby barn. As he neared the door

he stopped a man who was passing by.  "Yo Karl! Ya got a butt?!" 

"Waddya Talkin' about, You already have one right there!" replied

Karl motioning to all he could see of Mariko. The big man fumbled

in his pockets for a moment.  "No I don't, I haven't got any

smokes." Replied Mariko's chauffeur.  "I don't believe this!"

Mariko couldn't help say out loud... All that came out was "Eh Dt

Bleh Tds!" though, and nobody paid any attention.  "Here take one

of mine Lou." Karl said as he lit the cigarette for Lou.  

"Palmer's going riding today, huh Lou?... Can I have a look?" 

"Sure..." Lou replied as he turned around and Mariko found herself

staring right into the face of Karl, another stable hand.  "Man,

what a waste, This ones a ten too, Just like the others!" This was

definitely the most bizarre compliment Mariko ever had, and

hopefully ever would, receive.  "You have a good time now Ya'ear"

Karl said as he walked away. Mariko just wished people would stop

telling her to have fun in this screwed up place.



   Lou carried her into the barn and walked over to a horse stall

in the corner. There he bent over and placed her on her feet in the

straw in the middle of the stall. He squatted down and loosened

Mariko's hobble out to about six inches, enough for her to shuffle

about in the stall and that was about it. He stepped out of the

stall and closed the gate, then turned to Mariko and said  "I

suggest dat ya don't try ta sit down, caus' ya might get dirty.

Unda stand?"  "Yes, I understand!" Mariko tried to reply, But all

she said was "Yth Eh Nudthd!".  "What?"  "Ydth! NI! Nudthsss!" (She

drooled a little).  "What?"  "FHth YYn Athhl!" (She drooled a lot). 

"Sorry Honey, can't understand what ya is saying." With that, he

turned around and walked out to get Courtney. Mariko shuffled over

to the gate and looked longingly at the latch. It was outside, she

was inside... No way.  "Shthh!" Almost immediately Lou returned

with Courtney under his arm and deposited her in next to Mariko.

Then he closed the gate and left. Escape, although it certainly

entered both girls minds was out of the question. They stood as

close as they could to each other trying to embrace the only

comfort they had in this crazy world. The comfort would not last

very long.



   Lou returned carrying two small English saddles and blankets and

dropped them in front of the stall. Then he called out to another

man who was walking by the doors,  "Hey, Joe! Do me a favor an get

Thunder an' Cyclone for me will ya!" Thunder!!!... Cyclone!!!!!...

Mariko and Courtney looked at each other in terror! Lou didn't seem

to notice though, as he brought out a large crate and put it on the

floor in front of the gate. Then he sat down on it and fiddled with

one of the saddles. Joe appeared suddenly pulling two gigantic

horses, one black, the other brown. He tied the brown one to a post

and led the black one over to the crate and helped Lou saddle it.

The horse snorted but didn't resist much. Mariko just couldn't get

over how big it was! Joe held the reins as Lou walked into the

stall. Courtney panicked and bolted as Lou approached her,

shuffling as fast as she could for the corner of the stall.

Unfortunately, her mincing steps of six inches was no match for

Lou's stride. He simply took hold of the back of her pants and spun

her around and steered her towards the gate. Mariko backed away

into the other corner. Lou picked Courtney up and stood her on the

crate next to the horse and removed the hobble connecting her

ankles. Then, with one motion, he stepped up on the crate, grabbed

Courtney by the back of the jacket and the seat of the pants and

deposited her in the saddle.  "Hey, there little lady," Joe

drawled, "Cyclone's a real good horse, why he ain't thrown nobody

for a couple of weeks now!" Courtney was whimpering audibly. Joe

continued,  "Just don't show him your afraid, an' whatever you do,

don't make any sudden movements to spook him!" Courtney's body went

absolutely ridged, not so much as a deep breath passed her lips as

the men finished up their work. They put her feet into the stirrups

and then Mariko saw what those curious screw things on their heels

were for. Lou carefully guided Courtney's heel into a hole on the

stirrup and pushed it down until the screw threads came out the

bottom. He produced a wing nut from his pocket and tightened the

nut on the threads, thus preventing Courtney from pulling her foot

out of the stirrup. He walked casually to the other side of the

horse an repeated the procedure. Joe took the reins and led Cyclone

to the side and tied the horse to another post. Courtney still

hadn't moved a muscle. While Joe was getting Thunder into position

beside the crate Lou turned to Mariko and said,  "Don't keep us

waitin' sweetie".



   It didn't take a kick in the head for Mariko to realize the

futility of resistance. She put her head down to watch where she

was going and shuffled forward. By the time she arrived at the

crate Thunder was saddled and waiting. The closer and closer she

got to her mount the more and more amazed she got at just how big

horses really get and just how much she didn't want to see how big

it was from the horse's back. Lou settled any doubts she might have

had by grabbing her and swiftly depositing her in the saddle. 

Momentarily, her feet were secured in the stirrups and Joe

cautioned,  "Remember, No sudden movements." The warning was

unnecessary as Mariko had been following Courtney's lead from the

moment she hit the saddle.  "Remember Girls, Don't spook them!" Joe

said as he walked away chuckling. Lou took both sets of reins and

led the reluctant equestriennes out of the barn.



   The sound of hoof beats thundered up from behind the girls.

Neither dared turn to look but their eyes flashed back and forth

desperately trying for a glimpse of anything  "Yo Ho, you two! I

see your right on time!" Allison called from behind. Both girls

stared straight ahead.  "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

Allison loved bad puns... She slowly coaxed her mount around where

her new playmates could see her. Allison was dressed in a old red

flannel shirt with a white thermal T-shirt under it, Jeans, Cowboy

boots and a beat-up ten-gallon hat. She slowly rode her horse

around the girls, checking them out and teasing them a little, 

"I've got the lunch, The wine, Plenty of rope, I can't think of

anything else we could need for our picnic. Can you?" She reached

back into her saddle bag and removed an expensive looking camera

and took a dozen or so photos of the girls from various angles. 

"For my album." Allison explained. On the third time around she

noticed that the only time her little pets were looking at her was

when she was directly in front of them. She suddenly stopped short

in front of the two girls who sat rigidly in their saddles. Allison

leaned forward and examined her captives faces closely.   "They

told you the horses names, didn't they?" Both girls nodded ever so

slightly. A smile broke across her face and she burst into

laughter. Both horses were startled and both riders screamed into

their gags but neither horse moved. Allison slowly began to regain

control of herself.  "Their names are a joke you dummies! These are

two big marshmallows!... They wouldn't hurt a fly! They've done

this same thing hundreds of times. You can scream and struggle or

anything you want and they wont move, they're completely trained!" 

It took a moment, but then both girls realized that their captor

was really telling the truth. They both slumped in the saddles. 

"Look at me!" Allison ordered and both visibly relieved girls

complied.  "There are about a million and one things I am going to

do to you two. And I plan on doing each and every one to you at my

leisure... Alison then cerimoniously leaned over, and flicked the

button holding Mariko's blazer closed. The jacket then fell open

framing her sweatered breasts rather then supporting them. The wire

under her sweater unsured that the jacket was staying on. She

winked at Mariko then and then repeated the drill on Courtney. I

don't want to *TERRIFY* you... just terrorize you! And just

remember, I won't need to hurt you to accomplish that." With that,

Allison reached down and untied the reins from the post and tied

them to her pommel.  "Ready for some fun in the sun girls? What do

ya say to a gallop!" Allison shouted as she spun her horse about

and headed for the trail with Mariko and Courtney about to begin

the ride of their lives.



   ** END OF PART 1 **



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