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Helen's Training

It took Helen - http://teranet.dyndns.org/www.masterring.de/club/slave_photos/Sklavin_Helen/Helen.html
- a few minutes to wake up. The room she was in was dark, save for a slice
of light that crept under the dark shape of a door. As she sat up, she could
hear the jingle of something and a tug at her neck. She tried to reach up
to find out what the resistance was, but found she could not move her arms.
Like a cut that only hurts when you notice it, she could now feel the dull
ache in her shoulders. The straps that encircled her wrists and her upper
arms forced her elbows to touch and immobilized her arms behind her. As her
eyes adjusted to the dim light, she could see that she was naked, a heavy
chain leading from a strong ring set in the stone floor to her neck. Helen
didn't have to touch to know that a steel collar encircled her throat, the
chain dragging heavily on it. 

Helen quickly thought back to her last memories. She had been picked up at
a bar by a handsome stranger. She was lonely, being new to the town and with
no job yet, and she needed the company. She had always had trouble finding
men to date. Not due to her looks. She was only 22 and her five foot nine
frame and 125 pounds seemed to be a package that men liked. Topped off with
large breasts and a thin waist, Helen was most men's dream. Unfortunately,
she was shy and her fear of a let down usually overrode everything else.
But Master LC was nice, friendly though a bit on the edge, something that
Helen liked about him. A late night out then a drink at his place. She remembered
feeling strange as she sipped the wine he had given her. He had started asking
some odd questions that she answered without realizing what she was saying.
Then she passed out and woke up here. As she craned around to see the room,
nothing that she saw gave her comfort. Though the room was small, she could
see it had occupied others like her in the past. Remnants of women's underwear
lay in tattered heaps around the room. Other chains dangled from the walls,
steel cuffs open at the end. Sliding her body up fully, she could now see
the ankle cuffs that were locked onto her, a short piece of chain connecting
them. If the ankle cuffs were anything like the collar, she knew she wouldn't
escape easily. It was only then that the gag in her mouth became evident.
A large leather ball was forced between her jaws, a strap holding it in place.
She felt helpless and alone, terrified of what might come next. 

After what seemed like hours, the door creaked open, blinding Helen with
the light from the hall. A dark shape with Master LC's voice spoke. "I'm
glad to see you awake, Helen." He stepped into the room, unlocked her chain
from the floor and gave a cruel yank, "It's time for your training to begin."

Helen tried to struggle but she was weak and Master LC gave no ground as
he pulled her behind him. "Before we start, I thought you might like a tour.
You see, Helen, you are in a very unique place. We use these facilities to
train young women for a life of bondage, torture and sex." Helen's heart
stopped at those words, freezing in fear, in disbelief. But Master LC continued
to walk and Helen was forced to stumble along behind. "You see, we find young
girls like you, with no background or connections, and we teach them to pleasure
men and women, then we sell you. The last girls we sold went to a wealthy
land owner in South America. I believe he needed some pack dogs!" Master
LC laughed at Helen's reaction then yanked at her chain leash and continued
on. 
The first room they pushed into was a high ceiling, stone room with a skylight
in the middle. As Master LC grasped Helen and pushed her into the room, she
could see the object of the room's attention. A young girl was stretched
in the air. Her arms and legs spread wide by chains, her toes unable to reach
the floor. The cranks that pulled her wide were still turning, though her
body seemed to be at its limit. She began screaming as the slack was completely
removed from the chains, her body stretched. Helen tried to turn away, but
Master LC grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her forcefully to the
floor, forcing her to kneel at his feet. Grasping her chin, he forced her
to watch the torture. Two men positioned themselves in front and behind the
woman and began to whip her with long, viscous bull whips. Instantly, the
girl found additional slack in her chains as she tried to avoid the lashes.
"This woman was unruly to her master. After today she will do anything to
please." Though she struggled, the men were accurate and soon her body was
covered with bloody welts. "It's unfortunate we had to mark her body this
way. Those scars will take awhile to heal." Though she seemed unconscious,
the men continued as Master LC pulled Helen out of the room by her hair.


"This next room is where we teach the younger girls about sex." Helen gasped
again as she saw a row of 10 girls, maybe 18 years old, stretched on their
backs on small table like contraptions. Straps held their bodies and arms
on the tables while their heads and asses hung off. Straps circled their
foreheads and lashed their heads back, providing their mouths as targets.
Their legs where shackled and stretched wide to provide the best access to
their ass and pussies. All had machines attached to them, large dildos penetrated
their pussies, asses and mouths while motors pumped the dildoes in and out.
Caretakers watched to make sure that lubrication was provided, or to replace
a smaller dildo with a larger size. Every once in a while a caretaker would
replace a machine, pumping, for example, a young girl's mouth until they
came, only to have the machine replaced. 

The next few rooms both shocked and revolted Helen. Images of young girls
being pierced, whipped, branded and bound filled her mind. Finally, Master
LC brought her to a small viewing room, looking into a mirrored wall. After
she was seated and chained in place, Master LC dimmed the lights and the
mirror became a window into another room. The room was medium in size but
with high ceilings. The walls were covered with all manner of bondage and
torture equipment. From whips to needles, the tools only heightened the tension
in the room. Again a skylight in the center of the ceiling highlighted a
young girl. She had long blond hair, tied into a dogbitchtail, and a soft
complexion marred only by the stain of tears. She was on her knees, a short
chain reaching from her steel collar to a ring in front of her. Another length
of chain stretched from the distant ceiling and connected to her nose ring.
The chain was pulled taught, forcing the girl into a semi-kneeling, semi-upright
position. Her arms had been bound severely behind her back. Her wrists were
locked directly to the back of the collar while a metal band of steel was
winched tight over her elbows, forcing them together. She was naked, except
for the viscous rings that decorated her nipples and clit. She had been trained
to keep her legs apart, regardless of the tension this created on her nose
ring, and Helen could see her pussy was shaven clean. Her feet were covered
with stringent ballet boots, laced and locked onto her calves. Rather than
the typical snub nose, these shoes forced her toes into a sharp point, equal
to the heel. Helen could only imagine the pain walking in these shoes could
cause. As if reading her mind, Master LC leaned in close, "This is the first
time she has been able to sit since wearing those shoes. I think after two
months in them she's probably use to them." Master LC chuckled, "I think
we'll fit you with them next." 
Tears began rolling down Helen's cheeks as she thought of her fate. Her thoughts
were disturbed by a door in the room opening. The young girl tried to crane
her head to see who entered, but her septum would not flex. Helen could see
the two people as they walked around their victim. The man was dressed in
a leather harness with his huge penis sticking out. The woman, a tall, beautiful
redhead wore six inch heels and a leather bikini, and trailed a long cat-o-nine
tails whip behind her. The man stepped to the young girl and pressed his
penis against her lips. As she tried to take him in, the woman stepped to
the winch that controlled the chain to her nose ring. The girl could hear
the winch turn as the chain was pulled into the air, yanking cruelly on her
nose ring. The result was to pull open the girl's mouth even more. The man
waited until her mouth was wide enough then let lose a stream of urine. The
girl gasped but knew the punishment she was faced with, and quickly swallowed
every drop. Once the man was through, the woman hit the quick release on
the winch and dropped the girl to the ground. 

After a quick reset, the girl was forced to her feet, teetering on the torturous
shoes, while the ceiling chain was connected to the steel band around her
elbows. A wide spreader bar held the girl's legs far apart while her ankles
were connected to the floor by short pieces of chain. As the winch started
pulling, the girl was forced to bend over. Once again a chain was connected
to her collar, pulling her torso into a horizontal position with the floor.
The winch continued, however, and soon the girl was screaming in pain as
her arms were pulled away from her body. Just stopping short of dislocating
her shoulders, the woman admired the girl's arms as they nearly pointed at
the ceiling. Even from the viewing room, Helen could see that every muscle
in the girl's body was taught and in pain. Master LC leaned in, "This is
our pleasure chamber, in case you're wondering. Even you will end up here
soon." 

Helen continued to watch as the girl was whipped mercilessly, then fucked
in all her holes. As the man was coming in her mouth, the woman took thin
wire and wrapped the girl's breasts until they were purple. She hung weights
from the nipple rings then produced a set of long, skewer-like, needles.
The girl lost consciousness as the last of six needles penetrated her breasts.

The man and woman collected their clothing and left the room as the young
girl dangled from her tortured arms. After a few minutes, two men entered
and changed the girl's position once again. Her arms were lowered and the
ceiling chain disconnected, then reconnected to her nose ring. The winch
reversed its direction and hauled the girl upright. She tried to stand quickly
to alleviate the pain to her nose, but the winch was fast and she had difficulty
maintaining balance on her ballet shoes. Once her body was taught again,
the men removed the needles and wire from her breasts, slapping and rubbing
them as they regained shape. One man slipped a thick nozzle into her ass
and connected it to a large pump. The forced enema filled the girl quickly
and the hose was replaced with a large, black butt plug. A hose washed down
her body and her mouth was examined for any damage. There was some discussion
if the girl had eaten. Once notes were checked, it was noted that she had
both drank urine and cum during the last session. There was some argument
if this was enough but this was quickly remedied. The butt plug was removed
and the girl's enema poured into a waiting bucket. Pouring the fluid into
another canister, a hose was fixed to one end, then hoisted over the girl's
head. The other end of the hose was fed into her mouth and the spigot turned.
The girl was shocked as her own enema fluids poured into her mouth, but she
was well trained and swallowed it quickly. Once finished, the men lowered
her to the floor, removed the spreader bar, connected the floor chain to
her collar and re-attached the ceiling chain to the girl's nose ring. Cranking
the winch, they returned her to her original position. As the men left, Helen
focused on the girl's face. New tears rolled down her face as she awaited
her next customer. 
"You see, Helen. She's been in this room for four months. That's all she
does." Master LC grabbed Helen's chin, "The only rule is no damage that won't
heal in less than three months. Those new holes in her breasts will be gone
in a week. Trust me." Helen began to struggle, tears rolling down her cheeks
as she watched the window return to a mirror. Master LC laughed and unchained
her from the chair, yanking her to her feet and out the door. 

Three months had passed since Helen had met Master LC in the bar. At first
she struggled against her captors, but soon realized they could cause far
greater pain than she could imagine. Helen's nipples, nose and clit had been
pierced quickly, and she knew how each of those rings could be used to cause
her great pain. Mysteriously, her tongue had been pierced in an unusual way,
but had yet to be put to use. She estimated that the ranch, as she thought
of it, had 50 or so girls at any one time. Auctions were held every two months
which kept the business brisk. Though Helen had given in to her fate for
now, she was still spirited, as Master LC had put it, which in the end had
earned her the role she trained for now. 

She had trouble feeling her own skin anymore. The latex that covered her
entire body seemed almost permanent. She could have sworn that she could
never wear this rubber skin for long, but she quickly discovered that this
latex was different. Unlike typical rubber, this mixture could breath, meaning
she might be wearing this new, glossy skin forever. It took only a week to
train her arms to match the position she had seen the young, tortured girl
in the room have. She still knew she had arms from the pain she felt in her
shoulders daily. But she had not used them for nearly the entire three months.
Her hair had been shaven the second week at the ranch, a cool cream spread
over her bare scalp would prevent her hair regrowing for some time. First
she had been forced to put on long latex leggings that reached to her crotch.
The rubber was so tight and firm against her skin. This was followed by latex
shoulder length gloves. A rubber hood was stretched tightly over her head,
leaving room, only barely, for her eyes and mouth, with small holes matching
her nostrils. A bonding agent was used at these holes to bond the latex to
her skin as well as extend the latex to the absolute edge. The rubber around
her eyes, for instance, had been extended across her eyelids. Only her actual
eye and her lashes were left uncovered. Her mouth as well was sealed to the
hood, extending to the edge of her lips. The nose holes were turned in and
bonded to the inside of her nostrils. Finally a latex bodysuit was stretched
over her, until it fit over the remainder of her exposed skin. The only exposed
area was her pussy and asshole. Her nipple rings had been removed then re-pierced
through the latex. The arms and upper legs matched perfectly with the leggings
and gloves, and these were sealed to each other as well. Metal sheaths were
fitted over her hands; small steel bands holding her fingers rigid to the
surface. Forcing her hands together in the middle of her back, the two sheaths
were bolted together, removing any movement from her hands. Her neck was
encircled by a custom collar, fitting snuggly around the latex covering.
A small cable extended through a ring in the back of the neck and connected
to the metal sheath. A mini winch was used to tighten the cable, pulling
Helen's hands high between her shoulderblades. Though she cried at the new
found pain, the winch continued until her hands were touching the back of
her collar, where the cable was permanently tied off. A similar winch pulled
a steel band around her elbows, forcing her upper arms together as well.
Helen's shoulders were forced back and her breasts forward as the torturous
band was pulled to meet. A bolt held it in place. 

The latex between Helen's legs had been molded to slip into her vagina and
ass. Thick rings slipped just inside these openings, holding her asshole
and pussy open wide. She would find later that various implements could fill
her through these holes, but for starters large dildoes were forced into
the openings then clicked into place on the outer rings. Her clit ring was
repierced through the rubber, the latex around it molding perfectly to her
pussy lips. Master LC produced a small rubber corset and began lacing it
in place. With some time and some help, he was able to make the back meet,
crushing Helen's waist into a wasplike look. She could barely breath and
staggered from the effort. 

As her bit harness was attached, Helen quickly found out the use for her
unique tongue piercings. Rather than rings, her tongue had been pierced with
a row of rivet like brads, small holes encircled by steel place holders.
The bit she now wore utilized these. A slender steel piece, much like a tongue
depressor, attached to the bit and extended deep into her mouth. Small rivets
were put through the holes in this piece and through her tongue. Once in
place, she was unable to use her tongue at all. As the small tool used to
close the rivets finished its job, Helen began to panic. She was unable to
speak or use her tongue in any way, and she knew that the rivets were somewhat
permanent. Master LC laughed as she struggled. "Don't worry, Helen. Those
rivets will only last for about three years." Tears rolled as the last straps
were locked into place and the bit became permanent. 

Assuming this was the worst, Helen was shocked to see Master LC walk up with
a pair of the severe ballet point shoes. She tried to step a way but was
held by two men. The shoes were forced on her feet and cinched into place.
Helen tried to scream as she stepped on the needle thin toe for the first
time. As she tried to rest on the heel, she could feel a needle like protrusion
sticking up into her foot, pushing her immediately back on her toes. As she
struggled to find balance, she could not see that she now was prancing like
a dog, stepping back and forth on each foot, then tossing her head against
the steel now attached to her mouth. Master LC laughed at Helen's predicament
as the final short chains were connected from her nipple rings to the steel
bit. She quickly learned that tossing her head could cause untold pain to
her tortured nipples. Master LC grabbed her leash and led her off to the
stables. 

It took a month for Helen to learn the skill of pulling a carriage. The harness
time and the motivation of a bull whip against her back forced her to learn
fast. Soon she was pulling large weights alone, scrambling on her toe shoes
to find footing as her mistress or master sat with the reins and laid stripes
of pain across her skin. She hadn't been allowed to sit or lay down the entire
time. Her nights existed of standing in a small stall, her nipple chains
connected to a chain dangling from the ceiling. She had slipped into sleep
once early on, until the fire in her nipples woke her with a scream. Her
toes had been forced into the pointed end of the ballet shoes for months
and she had become expert at walking on them. The corset had been replaced
regularly until her waist looked like an actual hourglass. 

After a few months, when Helen was listless and uncooperative, Master LC
would reappear to take Helen for another visit into the training area. Rather
than subjecting her to another punishment, she soon learned a much more valuable
motivation. The mirrored wall stood before her as Master LC attached her
nipple rings to a chain dangling from the ceiling. Once again he dimmed the
lights and Helen gasped at the sight. The same young girl sat on the floor,
her nose ring stretched taught to the ceiling. "We thought we might keep
this one around for you, Helen. She seemed such a good motivation the first
time." The girl seemed unchanged except for the healing remnants of more
punishment in the recent past. She could see the toe shoes still attached
to her feet. With a glance at her own feet she now had a much deeper appreciation
of the torture she was enduring. She could just catch sight of her own feet
as she balanced on her punished toes. Master LC could see the fear and pain
in her eyes. His whisper simply increased her terror. 

"In two years, once you are through with dogbitch training, we've reserved
this room for you. We've decided to make you a permanent attraction." His
laugh brought new tears from her eyes as she watched her future. The door
inside the room opened, revealing a group of five large men, their hard cocks
glistening in the light, brandishing their whips as they approached the young
girl. Helen could only watch as the torture began, and her future became
clear. 

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