B&D ACADEMY
Chapter 1
By Snidley
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. Then again, not 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
"Well, I'm having some melon for dessert, but since you seemed to be
having so much trouble with the main course, I only ordered for myself...
However, I think we may be able to find something you two can sink your
teeth into... Some red rubber ball will do quite nicely!"
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!... Or raise your hand!" 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 miss 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. "We're sorry,
this isn't really traditional, its just in case its a little chilly out
there." They 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 along 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.
B&D Academy
Chapter 1. Part 2 of 2
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 heel 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 have any 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 parade 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 scent 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!"
Mariko craned her neck and tried to look down, then she bent her head and
rubbed her chin against her necktie. She could feel the keys with her chin
but there was no way she could reach them with her hands. The keys were so
so close, yet so maddeningly far...
"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 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 won't 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 insured 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 CHAPTER 1 **
