Meanwhile, Jeannie had gone half crazy watching this performance. Her crotch was soaked and
there was a small damp spot on the floor under her. As the Trainer stood, Jeannie realized that her
own breathing was deep and ragged. The Trainer turned toward the other three captives to survey
their reactions. He knew they had been fully aware for quite some time. He was especially
interested in assessing the nature of the second brunette. She was quite a looker, not nearly as
stunning as Jeannie, but perhaps much more dominant. As long as she were here, it paid to explore
the possibilities. Clair had her eyes tightly shut, as if she were trying to block everything out.
The Trainer studied the expression on her face and what body posture her constraints permitted and
decided that her primary emotion was fear. 'Good,' he thought. 'It won't be too difficult to mold
that into a fine submissive.' Shifting his gaze, the looked at Jeannie who was shackled to the wall
by her neck collar. She was following him intently with her eyes, and in her face was fear and
discomfort, but something else as well. He noted that her knees were not tightly held together,
even though she was only bound at the ankles and he was looking directly at her. She wasn't holding
her legs wide open either. Instead there was about a ten inch gap between the knees. Looking closer
he noticed the glistening pubic hair and the dampness on the floor around her crotch. She hadn't
peed, there wasn't enough wetness for that and it wouldn't have left her crotch gleaming like that.
The girl had been turned on by watching. He studied her face for a while and decided she would
probably make a more natural submissive than a dominatrix. He had mixed feelings about that--she
would be easier to train, but have less natural inclination to dominate. He turned to Brenda. She
had managed to shift her position by squirming so that instead of having to raise her head to
observe Susan she was oriented sideways to her. She had turned her face upward so that she could
look directly into the Trainer's eyes as he studied her. Her expression was a little fear mixed
with a great deal of hatred. 'A natural dominant, but a real bitch to train.' Four girls, however,
were more than he wanted to take on. Too many different factors to keep track of. He didn't want to
mess up the contract with extraneous variables. He considered the situation only briefly. Clearly
Jeannie was the brunette of choice. While Brenda had a nice enough face and figure, Jeannie was
stunning by comparison. Furthermore, the combination of Jeannie and Clair was as close to perfect
as he was likely to get. Brenda and Clair simply didn't look quite right together. Susan he had
decided to keep for himself. He had a weakness for blonds and really preferred girls with smaller
and more sensitive breasts. Susan was perfect for his tastes and she turned him on, especially her
smell. Besides, her responsiveness to his ministrations had been exceptional. While he really
didn't want an extra girl involved in the training, he wasn't about to toss Susan away. But Brenda
had to go. Which suggested a number of alternatives. He vaguely remembered another contract which
she just might fit. He'd have to make a quick check and arrange for transportation if warranted.
"Hey guys, are you ready?" he called out. And the recruiters, who had been sitting in the kitchen,
drinking beer and watching through the open door, came in. All three girls looked up to follow
their entrance. "Keep an eye on things for a few minutes," he said, motioning to a large sofa.
"I've got to make a few quick calls." The two men sat and spent a delightful half hour enjoying the
discomposure of the captives. Clair was mortified. Brenda just glared. Jeannie felt strangely and
powerfully ambiguous. Susan slept. The Trainer reappeared. "Come with me. I'll get your money and
tell you what I have in mind." Both recruiters perked up at the announcement. They followed the
Trainer out of the room, leaving the girls briefly to their own devices. As they walked, the
younger recruiter said, "That was one hell of a performance. Where did you learn to do that?" The
Trainer thought about it for a moment before responding, "My mother was one of the founders of the
Mart. She worked free lance for most of her life and when I came along, somewhat unexpectedly, she
just kind of took me into the business." He led them to a small office. "Over the years, she taught
me just about everything she knew, but more importantly, she taught me how to experiment with the
girls we trained to find out more." He sat at a desk and removed a cash box from one of the
drawers. "I'm always trying new ideas, new combinations, and I hang on to what works and forget the
rest." He set the box on the desk. "I enjoy my work." The older recruiter asked how long it took
for him to train a girl. Strangely, he had never concerned himself with this aspect of the business
before. But after seeing the Trainer work. . . Looking up the Trainer said, thoughtfully, "It
depends. I can usually get them to behave the way I want within a matter of minutes, or at most,
hours. It might take weeks or even months, however, before the training is complete and the
behavior has become permanently ingrained." Turning back to the box he opened it and took out two
large bundles of money. Handing one to each recruiter he said, "Here is the payment for Jeannie and
Clair." Then, he counted out another large wad of cash, equivalent to a third bundle like the first
two. "This is for you to split. It's payment for the extra girls. If anyone asks, I will tell them
that I ordered them as a last minute deal. The two recruiters hadn't even expected full payment,
much less any additional payment. Their reaction was profound relief and gratitude. The Trainer was
offering to cover for them with the Mart. What did he want in return? "The blond especially pleases
me and I'm going to keep her. However, I've got a little problem with the second brunette and I'd
appreciate it if you two would help me solve it" They were completely ready and willing to comply.
* * * * * As the three men returned, they noticed that Jeannie and Clair hadn't moved much, but
that Brenda had made a determined effort to slither out of the room. She seemed to have been trying
to head for the kitchen. 'Probably hoping to find a knife,' thought the Trainer. She had only
succeeded to moving a couple of feet and at that rate would have taken all night to get where she
was going. Even then, she probably wouldn't have been able to find anything to cut her bonds, but
the recruiters admired her attempt and the Trainer was convinced that this girl would have been a
major bitch to train--much more trouble than she would eventually have been worth. Much better to
use her as an object lesson and then sell her off. "O.K.," said the Trainer, "pick her up and bring
her over here." The recruiters came up on either side of Brenda. They bent down and each grabbed a
shoulder and a thigh. They lifted her easily off the floor. 'Over here' turned out to be a padded
restraint resembling a modified saw horse with a wide flat top. They laid her belly down,
lengthwise along the top surface. The Trainer had positioned the horse so that Brenda's ass was
pointing toward the other girls. He moved to the wall and turned down the lights. "We must have the
proper mood," he informed. Turning back to the recruiters he said, "Hold her tightly, please." He
undid the chain which linked her wrists to her ankles. Her legs flopped awkwardly backward and her
arms dropped limply down against her bare back. Brenda immediately tried to squirm, but her muscles
were sore and the two recruiters were holding her down with one hand each on a shoulder and one
hand each on a buttock. Meanwhile the Trainer adjusted the position of her legs so that she was
straddling the restraint with one knee on each side. When he unlocked her ankle cuffs, all Brenda
could do was to ineffectually kick her free leg while the Trainer shackled the other down by
cuffing her ankle to a ring near the bottom leg of the restraint. He then captured her free leg and
repeated the process on the other side. He motioned to the recruiters to slide her backwards until
her ass and crotch were hanging off of the restraining platform. All of her weight was now on her
belly, chest and chin, but she could still move her legs. That is until the Trainer buckled her
knees against the sides of the platform. He then motioned for the recruiters to each grab a wrist
and, reaching up, he undid her wrist chains. Moving around to the front of the restraint he took
first one hand and then the other and fastened them to rings near the bottom front legs on each
side of the platform. They all stepped back and inspected their work. Brenda was now completely
fastened face down across the top of the restraining platform. The recruiter leaned over and
removed her ball gag. What poured out of her mouth was a string of threats and profanity. "Shut up,
please," said the Trainer. And when she didn't shut, he reached around, picked up a paddle and gave
her several hard whacks across the butt until she had stopped speaking and was crying instead. He
then started rubbing her sore ass and said, "There, there, now that's better, isn't it?" Brenda
turned her head to look away from him and yelled, "Fuck You!" Bracing herself for further abuse,
she was surprised when he merely walked over to Jeannie and Clair. Jeannie had been watching the
entire process with trepidation. She assumed it was going to be her turn soon. Clair had again
closed her eyes and appeared to be trying to will herself unconscious. The recruiter looked at them
and said, "I hope you are both watching carefully." Jeannie nodded her head, looking into his face.
Clair didn't respond, so he reached down and slapped the outside of her thigh with considerable
force. Her eyes sprang open. "You are going to pay close attention, aren't you?" Clair looked over
at Jeannie who nodded vigorously as if to cue her. Clair then looked back over at the Trainer who
was standing over her and nodded in affirmation. "Excellent! Susan, over there, was quite
cooperative and was treated rather well. Brenda, on the other hand, is being a royal pain. I want
you both to be fully aware of what that means." He turned and started to walk back and then stopped
to look back at Jeannie and Clair. "Now take notes--you'll be tested in the morning." The
recruiters chuckled at the little joke. Brenda didn't. He walked up behind Brenda, who had been
following him with her eyes and deliberately swatted her with tremendous force across her rear. As
she cried out he reached over her and tried to reinsert her ball gag. Brenda snapped her teeth shut
and moved her head away. He signaled to a recruiter who reached over and held her head still. He
covered her mouth with one hand and pinched her nose closed with the other. Brenda squirmed in a
furious attempt to break free, but was having almost no effect against the four strong male hands.
After a couple of minutes her face was starting to change color and her struggles were considerably
lessened. The recruiter suddenly released her mouth while still holding her nose. Brenda opened her
mouth widely and gulped in a great lungful of air. The recruiter let her draw two deep breaths and
then slammed the rubber ball gag back in place simultaneously releasing her nose. As she drew great
ragged breaths through her nose, he rebuckled the gag behind her head. And then he turned to the
two recruiters and asked, who would like to go first? They looked at each other and then at him and
one of them said, motioning toward the girl, "You mean . . ." "Of course. All work and no play will
make you dull jocks." The recruiters weren't used to being invited to take part in the training
process. So the one who had spoken looked back at his partner who merely shrugged in response as if
to say, 'Why not?" The first one, the younger one, grinned back at the Trainer and said, "I'll go
first." "Fine, go ahead and get undressed and I'll warm her up for you.

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" So saying, he reached down
between her legs and, despite her protests, proceeded to expertly massage her cunt and clitoris
until she was fully stimulated and quite wet. There was no emotional confusion here, the Trainer
was making no attempt to force her to volunteer any cooperation. He was merely getting her hot and
wet against her will. When he felt she was properly primed, he stepped back, whacked her bottom
with another stinging whack and invited the now, naked recruiter to plug himself in. The man, who
was well hung, in addition to being well muscled, stepped up and, placing his hands on her hips,
deftly inserted himself into Brenda's glistening cunt. Given her state of lubrication he slipped
right in with only a token resistance from her tight twat muscles. And as he began to rut away, his
balls crashing up against her fully exposed and well stimulated clit, the Trainer told the second
recruiter to make himself ready as well. He noted that the recruiter was standing up on the balls
of his feet because the horse was a little high for him. So the Trainer adjusted a crank which
lowered the platform a bit. When he was satisfied with the result he stepped back to observe. Both
Jeannie and Clair were almost hypnotized watching Brenda's rape. Their conscious minds were
benumbed by the awfulness of what she was enduring. But subconsciously, each was harkening back to
the Trainer's words and they were deciding that they would much rather be treated like Susan than
like Brenda. The weren't even aware of the fact that for the past couple of minutes, the Trainer
had been observing them. The first recruiter was building up a serious head of steam and was likely
to come fairly soon. The Trainer moved around to watch Brenda's face and body. Her hands were
balled into fists and her toes were curled. Despite her resistance, her body was betraying her and
responding to the sexual stimulation with goose bumps, sweating, a slowing spreading rash across
the back of her neck and shoulders, and the grunting regularity of her breathing. Her breasts,
which were the largest of the four girls, were pressed outward off each side of the restraint with
their large brown nipples having crinkled up and engorged considerably. The Trainer reached over
toward a large bureau which stood against the wall and, opening a drawer, withdrew two sinister
nipple clamps. And as the recruiter approached orgasm he clamped first one and then the other of
Brenda's nipples with crushing force. Brenda was screaming into her ball gag as the recruiter came.
Grunting approval he gave her a couple dozen final and diminishing thrusts. As he did so, the
recruiter reached up to a large plastic bucket which stood on top of the dresser and removed a damp
washcloth. As the recruiter backed out and away from Brenda, his spent organ sliding contentedly
out of her abused slit, the Trainer deftly stepped in with the washcloth. He swabbed her pussy down
and then reached in and massaged her cunt and clitoris again to another heightened state of sexual
arousal. By this time, the pain in Brenda's nipples had merged into a general erotic assault on her
senses and the feelings had become almost intensely pleasurable. She hated the recruiter, hated
what was happening to her, and yet was turned on almost beyond her limits of endurance. The Trainer
stepped away and invited the second recruiter to take his place. Being taller than the first, the
Trainer immediately started adjusting the platform upward. The second recruiter's dick was a little
longer and a little thinner than the first. Brenda was beyond any interest in the tool with which
she was being assaulted. Soon after the second rapist's balls were banging away against her abused
clit, Brenda's hands begin to rhythmically clench and unclench. The rash on her back had spread,
and it seemed clear to the Trainer that she would come within a few moments. Preparing for that
moment he took an anal plug out of his drawer and begin lubricating it with a special jelly. Just
then Brenda's body stiffened and she began to breathe convulsively. The man just kept slamming away
into her hot wet slit. As soon has her body relaxed a bit and the rhythmic spasming began, the
Trainer motioned for the second recruiter to back out for a moment. As he did so, the recruiter
leaned over and pushed the anal plug into Brenda's rear. Brenda started at the intrusion but kept
spasming and breathing jerkily through her nose. The Trainer motioned and the man stepped up again
and continued his assault. This time, however, with every forward thrust, in addition to having his
balls slap up against Brenda's love button, his lower abdomen would press up against the butt plug
shaft. Within a few minutes the Trainer was pleased to notice that Brenda's spasms were increasing
rather than decreasing. The lubricant he had used on the but plug was laced with an unusual drug
which heightened the sensitivity of mucus membranes. It was a little like the muscle salves used by
athletes, but instead of producing the sensation of heat, it increased almost all physical feelings
and caused them to radiate throughout the treated area. Brenda was moaning piteously into her gag.
She had never experienced a climax like that before. It was like a continuous multi-layered orgasm.
Jeannie was again highly aroused at what she was seeing. She glanced up at Clair and noticed that
Clair's attention seemed to be raptly held by sight of the rapist's bobbing ass. Jeannie became
aware that she was breathing in sync with Brenda. Then she noticed the Trainer was watching her
rather than Brenda. She was suddenly acutely aware of her own spread legs and the guilty moisture
accumulating there. She forced her legs together and looked quickly away, but remembered that the
Trainer and instructed her to pay attention. So she looked back to see him smiling and nodding at
her. Her initial and unthinking impulse was to smile and nod back. But the gag and the collar
restraint had prevented that. So she quickly looked down at Brenda and concentrated on watching
Brenda as the second Recruiter was obviously approaching an orgasm of his own. Freed from the
Trainer's gaze, she started thinking that it might not be a bad idea to respond positively to the
stranger as a way of receiving better treatment in the future. But by the time she looked back with
the intention of trying to smile with her eyes and nod the best she could, he was again studying
Brenda. Just then, the second recruiter came with a loud grunt. Jeannie saw that Brenda had come
again as well. Her legs were spasming almost uncontrollably. "Seconds, anyone?" asked the Trainer
when the recruiter unplugged himself and backed away. The first recruiter seemed to consider for a
moment. After finishing, he had backed away and sat on a chair near the bureau to witness the
ongoing performance. He looked up and shook his head. It was fun, but draining, and he really
wasn't up for another go right away. The second recruiter, of course, was in no condition to take
him up on the offer. "O.K., then let me show you guys another nifty trick." He again reached down
between Brenda's legs with the washcloth as her spasms were just beginning to subside. He recleaned
and restimulated her. Jeannie had noticed that he had draped a cord around his own neck. When he
was satisfied with her labored groans, he stood up, dropped his pants, and plunged his own large
dick into her. Being more of an expert in these things, he was much more effective than the other
two at coordinating his motions to maximize the stimulation of Brenda's clitoris and butt plug. He
also had spread some of the intensifying lubricant on his fingers and reached over to spread it on
Brenda's raw nipples around the clamps. He was delighted to see the rash on her back spread still
further and take on a deeper shade. He reached up to his shoulders as he continued pumping, and
removed the cord which he had draped there. He then leaned forward over Brenda's buttocks and back
and threaded the cord under her chin and around her neck. Brenda was drooling all around the ball
gag. Jeannie and Clair couldn't see much from their angle of vision, but they did hear the amazing
collection of muffled noises Brenda was making. The Trainer tied a peculiar knot in the cord behind
her neck, leaving about five inches of slack. He unbuckled and removed the ball gag. Brenda's
breath was coming in tremendous gasps. She had been orgasming on and off for almost twenty minutes.
The trainer sensed that she was coming to the end of her physical endurance. Glancing back at
Jeannie and Clair--Susan was still fast asleep--he said through measured breaths of his own, "Now
pay, very strict, attention, and, remember, what I, told you, about, the value, of, cooperation."
He reached down and picked up the paddle he had used on Brenda's rear and laid it across her back.
Placing his hands on her sides he leaned slightly forward, removed the nipple clamps, and seriously
molested her breasts and nipples. Brenda's reactions were almost beyond description. Her entire
body was twitching and convulsing; her hands no longer grasping were dangling limp; her upper
thighs were rippling between his assaults and their own contractions. When he felt she had reached
a crescendo of sensory assault and was on the verge of passing out, he stopped playing with her
breasts and picked up the paddle. Threading the handle through the loop of cord at the back of her
neck he began to quickly windmill it around tightening the cord the way one would tighten the
rubber band on a toy airplane. And as soon has he had taken up all of the slack he looked to the
two recruiters and said, "This, can be, one, of, the most, intense, erotic, experiences, a human,
can, experience." And he began to further tighten the cord restricting Brenda's air. At first she
showed little response, beyond the overwhelming sexual reactions she had displayed to her various
assaults. But then as her air was almost completely cut off she began to trash about with an almost
inhuman strength. Her wrists and ankles which had become raw in their restraints began to seep
blood. A wave of terror and physical ecstasy seemed to overwhelm her and she lifted her head as if
to scream, but of course nothing came out. This tableau held for what seemed like a full minute and
as it did, the Trainer redoubled his thrusts and came inside her. When Brenda passed out, the
Trainer immediately pulled at the strange knot and the noose unraveled. Brenda, started making
distinct breathing noises, but the Trainer covered it with labored pants of his own. As far as
Jeannie and Clair could tell, Brenda was dead. Somewhere in there, Jeannie's responses had changed.
She was no longer sexually aroused. The horror of the situation had taken over and her cunt was
completely dry. The Trainer stepped back and nodded to the two recruiters who quickly moved in and
carried Brenda, still tightly bound to the horse, into the kitchen. The Trainer was careful to keep
his body between Brenda's and the other girls. In the dim light and from their angle, there was no
way they could tell she was still very much alive. Jeannie glanced over at Clair and found her
staring blankly back. "That is amazingly draining," the Trainer said to no one in particular. He
then turned to Jeannie and Clair and said, "I hope that lesson hit home." The two girls looked
blank with terror. "Good." He pulled up his pants and glanced at a clock on the wall. Jeannie
followed his gaze and noted the time. Only a little over two hours before, they were getting off of
their shift and starting to head home. They had been abduced in the parking lot, brought to this
place, and strung up within about an hour. The abuse of Susan had taken about 20 minutes. Then the
rape and murder of Brenda. 'The evening is still young,' she thought with a horrid foreboding. The
Trainer said, "I'm going to get cleaned up and be back in a little while." He added with a smile,
"Now don't start without me." So saying he turned and followed Brenda and the recruiters into the
kitchen.

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