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ALICE DREAMED OF THINGS THAT WERE [ part 1 ] Synopsis Alice lay bond spread eagle face down on her own bed by her friends. That was the only way they could keep her still long enough for them to apply the gene specific cream to her lacerated back. Mary, Vicki, Tasha and Millia all were there in the tower room. Terrisa finally had heard enough of Alice’s teenage verbal abusive as her friends attempted to help her. And applied an Alice specific control patch, knocking her out for eight hours. ------ “EEEEAAAAAHHHH” Alice jumped as the scream torn for a female’s throat shocked her awake. She tried to rise and found her arms bound across her back and her ankles hobbled. When she attempted to turn her head to locate the source of the scream. Found blinders, fixed to either side of her face, limited her field of vision to straight-ahead. And a short chain leading from a ring set in the floor to a neck collar, prevented raising the head more than about a foot. As clarity awareness flooded back, her body informed her of further bondage. Alice could feel the strips of a leather harness crossing her head and the intrusions forced into her three sex orifices. A leather bridle bit kept her mouth open and hooks pulling upwards on her nose passages kept her head up. “Your turn” males voice announced as a hand moved past her field of vision, and unlocked the chain holding her head down from the floor ring. A tug on the chain pulled her out of the straw filled stall and she minced down a long aisle lined with narrow stalls. Each holding a similarly bound female pony girl. She was lead through a single wooden doorway and into a small amphitheater. A low wooden platform supporting a gallows dominating the center area. Alice balked at seeing the gallows and was rewarded with repeated blows from a riding crop. The attempt to avoid them, driving her forward, tears flowing and breath coming in great gasps through her elongated nostrils. Alice’s handler drover her relentlessly forward with strikes to both flanks and when she again hesitated at the edge of the wooden platform drover to her knees with blows of the whip to her upper torso and breasts. He then dragged her by the neck chain to the foot of the gallows. A hand reached down, gripped her neck collar and dragged her body upwards, toes flailing to find purchase. “Stand, or I will use the cattle prod on you” He threatened. And the trembling Alice’s whip streaked legs held her up, only by leaning against the vertical post of the gallows. He then unlatched her wrists from behind her back and pulled them up over her head. Fastening them to the cuffs Alice had missed when she first saw the gallows. “If I had known there were cuffs instead of a noose hanging down from the top. I would have saved myself the whipping” Alice chided herself. He then released her ankles from the short hobble and spread them as wide as Alice’s legs could stretch. The sound of applause made Alice’s head come up to see about a dozen males, each surrounded by naked females bound in leather on their knees. They watched languidly from soft chairs in the gallery in front of her. Alice turned her head in an attempt to locate her handler and gasped as he appeared holding a pair of metal tongs gripping a long white-hot needle. She found out why the other female had screamed so loud when he thrust it right through her left nipple, moving it back and forth. Cauterizing the piercing. Alice screamed with all her might and fainted. A strong whiff of smelling salts brought her back around and as she drew in great lungs full of air through her hook extended nostril’s. He plunged the White-hot needle through her right nipple. Alice screamed with all her might and fainted. This time the agony from her shoulders brought her back to some semblance of reality. The voyeurs and their females were gone and by moving her head from side to side, Alice found she was alone in the amphitheater. Then the sounds of a door-opening behind her was followed by the sounds of a whip striking flesh. Her body told her, this time; it was not her flesh. And Alice, for the first time, saw through tear streaked eyes, her probable future. A young female harnessed as if she were a pony drew a small single seat buggy. The male in the seat held a long buggy whip and reigns lead from his hands over her shoulders to nipple rings. Pulling on a reign pulled on a nipple ring, indicating a turn. It pulled up in front of her, the pony girls nipple rigs drawn up high. A minute later a hand drew Alice’s face up. “Welcome to my pony girl training facility my pet” It was the dominant male who had drawn her through the mirror and abused her body ever since. “Nice rings” He went on, twisting the one through her right nipple. Alice’s resulting scream brought a wry smile to his hansom face. “How do you like your new adornments?” “Whoops, I forgot pony girls are not allowed to speak “ “I would remember that very carefully as cutting out the tong is the ultimate result of repeated attempts to talk” He again smiled. “That is currently my finest pony girl, and I expect to enjoy whipping you into her better” “ And there is always this fallback if your body gets used to the whip” He held up his left hand and the thumb touched a ring on his pointer finger. Alice screamed with all her might as electric shocks from probe inserted in her vaginal passage and the one in her anal passage caused her suspended body to jerk as if she were a puppet on a string. “I know were are just going to have a wonderful time, or at least I will” He said to no one in particular as he remounted the sulky and whipping the thighs of the pony girl, drove off. He did not release the thumb from the ring until he had cleared the amphitheater. |