TRAINING
Day 1:  Pain
Kat was in shock at what was happening to her.  She struggled against her bonds as she was carried out of the office.  Squirming like mad and whimpering against the ball gag, she tried her hardest at breaking the grip of the ones who carried her.  
They held on firmly with iron hands, holding her still against any movement that she tried.  She felt herself hauled into the elevator, and the car descended below the lobby level.  Time passed and she spent every moment in rebellion, squirming and screaming, unheeded the entire time.  
Eventually, the elevator stopped and she was carried out into a damp hallway.  The bulbs hanging every ten feet, lightening and darkening her mask as they carried her, illuminated the passageway with a loud buzzing sound.  They passed, one by one, over her head, as she stared into the blackness.  
Finally, she was lugged through a steel door and slammed down upon a cheap card table in the middle of the room.  The two pairs of hands that had carried her untied her arms and let her legs down slowly.  She tried to scratch them, but her slim arms were no match against the muscular limbs that were holding them.  Finally, one hand reached up yanked the cloth from her eyes.  
They slid her off the table and into a folding chair next to it.  Attaching her arms to the sides, she faced a large screened television in front of her.  As she looked at it, white light shone and old-fashioned numbers started to flash by.  Ten...Nine...Eight...  After two, the screen went blank, and a second later, a woman appeared.  
She looked like a sixties airline stewardess, complete with uniform, hair bun and pillbox hat.  She held her smile like a tour guide, and gave a wave like she was Miss America.  
"Hello," said the voice in an overly perky way.  Her smile never wavered.  "Thank you for choosing to participate in our dominant training course.  Over the next week, you will enjoy the process of breaking your human spirit down through the food chain until you are nothing.  Once again, we would like to tell you how grateful we are that you would choose us.  Have fun.  Buh-bye," and the woman waved, still smiling, then the screen went dark.  
The two men that had been standing behind her lifted Kat and her chair as one from the floor, and she was leaned onto her back.  Being carried, she wondered what the hell she had gotten herself into.  
"What the hell have I gotten myself into?" she wondered.  She was carried through a different door and into a room that resembled the medieval torture chamber.  Inside was an assortment of weapons on the walls, from ping-pong rackets to cat-o-nine-tails, to large bull whips.  She stared in horror across the walls, frightened beyond anything she had experienced before.  Around the room stood different machinations of interrogation, from the rack and an iron maiden, to a dunking mechanism and even a guillotine.
The chair was repositioned in the center of the room, and the two men left.  Kat waited patiently, cruelly imagining the usage of such weaponry upon her.  She started to shake, and the chair squeaked in reply.  
Finally, after what seemed like hours, a man appeared dressed in hospital scrubs.  He was a short, skinny man, with green eyes, and a surgical mask and hair net on.  She watched him cautiously as he walked around her, eyeing her from every angle.  He grinned, satisfied, as he returned to her front.  
With a sudden movement, he stepped forward and ripped her kimono off her shoulders and down her arms.  Her beautiful breasts bounced out of the shroud, her nipples immediately coming to attention against the cold air.  Kat gasped at the rough treatment, staring daggers at the man.
What she saw started her jerking at her bonds.  The man approached her with a long dagger.  There was a mermaid carved into the pewter handle, hair draped over her ample bosom, her arms upraised with a pearl between them.  It was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, if it hadn't been approaching her throat.
The stranger reached for her neck with the empty hand, bringing the dagger up with his right.  As he started on the downward stroke, Kat screamed through her gag, echoing the walls with her fear.  
The blade came down over her left shoulder, striking the chair behind her as it ripped her robe to shreds.  She was now topless, wearing only the bikini bottoms and the sandals.  This was quickly remedied, though.  The sharp edge made quick work of the flimsy materials, stripping her bare.  She sat there, half shivering from the cold, half from utter terror.  The man's eyes conveyed a hidden smile, and he returned to a tray in the corner.  
After laying the blade down, he reached out to the wall, grasping the ping-pong paddle.  He turned back to her, advancing again, this time slowly, more cautiously.  She stared at him. 
"What is he gonna do," she thought.  "Paddle me?"  
Quick as lightning, the man swung the paddle around, barely striking both nipples with one blow.  Kat arched back, howling with pain behind the ball in her mouth, but her movement only presented her breasts as a better target.  Her scream intensified with each blow, the sandpaper-like texture to the paddle sending excruciating waves of pain through her chest.  Again and again, the swish of the air and the thwack of the paddle sent her reeling.  
Finally, as quick as it had begun, the punishing smacks ceased.  Kat was breathing hard, panting against the harness.  She had never felt something that terrible before.  She looked down at her breasts.  The areolas were red as tomatoes, and the nipples throbbed so hard that Kat could count her heartbeat without having to feel it.  
The man watched her, studied her, as she began to get a hold of herself once again.  Her eyes would have killed him if they could, and she meant it.  This made him laugh.  It was more of a guffaw, reminiscent of the old mad scientists of the movies.  He liked her mad.
He walked back to the wall and pressed what looked like a doorbell.  She felt the men return behind her, and herself being freed.  They gripped her securely and reattached her arms to the wall, wrists about three feet apart.  
Kat was forced to stand there, facing the wall, unable to move, for a long time.  She thought she had heard a noise from behind her, and she didn't have long to wait before she realized that it was the cat-o-nine-tails that had struck her buttocks.  They were probably striped red, maybe bleeding, Kat didn't know, but the pain told her she was going to feel it for a while.  Once again, the man resumed his frantic pace, swinging left and right against her ass.  
There was a pause, and Kat tried to catch her breath.  There was a sound behind her, but she couldn't make it out.  Something humming was scooted across the ground behind her, and she started to worry.  
Two metal things pricked against her lower calf, about two inches apart, and all of a sudden, electricity shot between the two points, send a bolt of pain into her leg.  She yelped, yanking against the restraints, but the man just held the wires in place, no matter where she moved her body.  Moving up her legs, he zapped her again and again, her body sometimes jerking involuntarily from the voltage.  He got her across both butt cheeks, around her ass and her pussy, over her back, on her shoulders, and down both arms.  Her whole body was quaking against the pain and jolt of the shock. 
The man finally switched off the machine and Kat sighed.  Before she could begin to relax, the man reached around and roughly placed metal alligator clips on her nipples, the right one first, then the left.  They made her howl with pain, which only made the stranger start to giggle.  The teeth excruciatingly dug into her hard nubs, aggravating the already sore breasts.   He then turned the machine back on, and she arched back, sucking in a lungful of air with a jerk.  The entire top of her body held stiff, all the muscles pulled tight as the electricity flowed from one side to the other.  It ceased, and then started again.  On, off, on, off, again and again she was shocked, and the man behind her started to laugh out loud.  The bastard was enjoying this.  
Kat had begun to sag against the chains that held her against the wall.  She was about to faint from the pain when, once again, the man stopped.  She sighed, unable to stand on her two legs.  She had been worn out, unable to resist, but still able to feel.  She was terrified, and the feeling only increased when the two men came in, removed the clamps, and dislodged her hands.  They grabbed Kat and dragged her, protesting, along the outside corridor, then slammed her into the closed elevator doors that they had passed through hours ago.  They held her against the cold metal, her nipples stinging harder, as her hands were once again bound behind her back.  This time, they held together with a plastic zip tie.  The sharp edges cut into her wrists as it was pulled tight, and her arms were pressed into her back, pinning her harder against the wall.  
The elevator traveled only a few floors deeper into the earth, and when they opened, Kat's hair was yanked back, pulling her off her feet.  Her fall didn't faze the guards at all, and they continued to drag her across the rough floor by her tresses.  Kat attempted to scramble to her feet, but was continually tugged along, and she barely could get a running crawl going without the use of her hands.  
They reached an underground monorail and entered it.  As the train sped up, Kat lay on her side on the floor, gasping for breath and glancing around.  There was no one else on board except the guards, and the walls of the cavern shot past, bare as she was.  The guards sat in the plush leather seats, staring straight ahead.  One still had her hair firmly in his grasp, and it obviously was going to stay there until he decided to release it.  
The train started to slow, and finally, it lurched to a halt.  Her hair pulled her to her feet, but at least she was able to stand fully before she was led down the dank hallway.  Ahead of her was another elevator, and like before, she was pressed with her face and body against the wall and held there.  It rose up quickly, giving her stomach a little drop to add to her discomfort.  
As the elevator came to rest, the doors opened on what appeared to be a village from the middle ages, complete with castle.  Kat had never heard about this particular area in the club, but someone, somewhere must be interested in this time period, so the Club granted their wish.  She was dragged between the thatched huts, being spit upon by old crones and peasants.  Her guards took her straight to the drawbridge, crossing a huge moat, complete with what appeared to be bones lining the murky bottom.  Under the portcullis and through the front gates, she was led straight to a courtyard at the center.  
In the middle stood a set of stocks on a wooden platform, surrounded by a crowd made from what looked like the upper classes and royalty.  The stocks were made of a dark wood, worn and weather beaten but still strong and functional.  The top half was hinged open and her head was placed into the large curve of the lower part.  Her bonds were cut and her hands held in their own holes as the top piece was lowered and locked into place.  One guard walked in front of her while the other remained out of sight in the rear.  The one up front started to call to the crowd.  
"HOW MUCH DO I HEAR FOR THE FIRST CRACK AT THIS SLAVE."  
One man in the middle of the crown raised a coin purse.
"TEN SHILLINGS."
"I HAVE TEN.  WOULD ANYONE LIKE TO BEST THAT?"
"TWELVE," said another.  
"FIFTEEN."
"EIGHTEEN."
"TWENTY."
Finally, after a little arguing, one man came out the winner with seventy-two shillings.  He strode up to the stage and handed over the bag of coins he carried.  In exchange, the large bull whip from the torture room was given, and he grinned like a man looking at a piece of meat.  He walked around, out of sight of Kat, and the next thing she was aware of was a large `CRACK' and her ass stung like there was no tomorrow.  
The other man that had lost the bid ran up to Kat and received the whip in turn.  Another `CRACK', another flash of pain.  A line started to form and each member of the audience took their turn.  Kat passed out from the pain after the first couple of dozen, but was awoken by a large bucket of ice water thrown into her face, and she was conscious for the rest, unfortunately.  
The last man to approach was apparently either a King, or a crowned Prince.  He strode up with a purple cloak, and whispered into the guard's ear.  The guard's eyes opened wide, his mouth dropping in a large look of astonishment, followed by an evil grin.  Kat struggled harder against her bonds, screaming through the gag, not wanting to find out what they had in mind.  
The guard whispered to the other, and then turned to face the crowd.  
"Attention, fellow members of the gentry, it has come to my attention that we have in our presence, A WITCH."  With the final two words, he swung around and pointed straight at Kat.  The crowd gasped in a simultaneous intake of breath before screaming at her.
"WITCH," they cried.  
"MISTRESS OF THE DEVIL!"
"EVIL!"
"WHORE OF BABYLON!"
Every time someone yelled the word `Witch', some jerk in the back lifted up a large duck, shaking it till it flapped it's wings, but the man never released it.  This caught Kat as somewhat surreal.  The guards reopened the stocks that held her, but kept her in place as they retied her hands behind her back with a rough piece of hemp rope.  Pulled upright by her hair, she stood with her chin up to the sky, her head held back.  She was dragged off the platform and into another area of the courtyard.  She couldn't see where she was going, only the sky, but with every step, she was yelled at, spit upon, and pelted with vegetables.  Finally, she was roughly sat on a wooden stool.  Securely strapped to the stool, she finally was able to look around.  Beside her was a large tub of water, about ten feet across and four feet deep.  She could barely see over the edge of the tub, but she thought she could see small pieces of ice in it.  
"WHOOF!" she mumbled into her gag as she felt her stomach drop out of her.  She was quickly lifted up about eight feet.  The chair was apparently attached to the end of a seesaw.  The whole thing rotated, and before she could get ready, the stool was dropped into the water.  The shock of the chilling liquid made her scream, and she jerked at her bonds.  She started to shake, and her already sore nipples stood out so hard that they seemed to be icicles of pain on her chest.  Goosebumps shot out over her entire body, and she could almost keep her teeth from cracking together. 
She was lifted up and dunked, again and again, until finally, she was closed to passing out.  The chair was moved over to the side, and the guards rushed in and unstrapped her.  The picked her up and carried her to a cage, about six feet tall, and less then two feet square.  She was stood up inside of it and locked securely.  She shivered and quaked, rubbing her arms and stamping her feet, trying to get warm.  
The cage was leaned over and picked up by a group from the audience, and she was carried inside to a huge banquet room.  Mounted animal heads, weapons, and tapestries lined the walls, and a huge table sat in a U shape around three sides.  At the tip of the arc was a huge throne, obviously the King's, and behind that was a roaring fire.  She was placed in front of it, on her side, and warmed quickly from its radiance.  
The rest of the crowd entered behind her, and everyone took their seats around the table, the King last of all.  A huge meal was served, and the wonderful odors wafted to Kat, causing her stomach to growl.  She held it, barely able to move around in the confines of the small cage, but as she watched, some of the guests at the meal started to throw their trash and refuse behind them in a careless manner.  Someone would gnaw on the t-bone of a pork chop, then toss it over their shoulder to the floor.  A couple of dogs had appeared out of the shadows, meeting and fighting over the scraps.
The king reached his arm back and a large, half eaten turkey leg came flying towards Kat.  She watched it land about a foot in front of her, and her hand shot out and grabbed it just as a large black dog ran up.  It snatched the other end of the bone, growling at Kat and trying to tug it out of her grasp.  Finally, the dog opened its mouth to snatch a better grip on the bone, but before it could, Kat yanked it inside of the cage and started to gnaw at it, hungrily, as best as she could through the gag.  She tore off piece after piece, slipping it through the edges of her mouth.  She had to make the pieces small so that she could swallow them easily.  The dog sat in front of her the entire time, growling at her and bearing its teeth, wanting the bone.  When Kat had eaten all the left over meat from the leg, she turned as far as she could and threw it into the fire behind her.  The dog watched his meal burning to a crisp, and whimpered.  Looking back at Kat, it barked once and trotted off towards another part of the room.  Kat smiled.  
Throughout the meal, Kat heard something happening in the middle of the tables.  It was a show of some sort, and she heard music, songs, poems, and something that was more physical.  She finally decided that is was some part of a floor show that was entertaining the crowd, but she could not see it.  As the evening progressed, two guards approached her cage and started to carry her out.  The floor show halted and all eyes, guests, performers, catering staff alike, all stared at her as she left.  Not a word was spoken and not a sound was heard above the crackle of the fire.  
Kat felt the multitude of eyes boring through her naked body, and all she could think about was that the guards should hurry up.  Going through the door, they began to climb a winding staircase up.  Reaching the top, they arrived at the pinnacle of a turret.  Kat scanned the horizon, and the sight made her stomach drop.  She was over a hundred feet in the air and extremely afraid of heights.  When she had visited the roof of the lodge, she always stayed in the middle of the building, never traveling too far to the edges.  The edges of the turret were about six feet in every direction, except for a small jutting contraption on one side.  
Her cage was stood up on end, and Kat felt weird standing there instead of lying down.  One of the guards went to the large machine on the side, which turned out to be one of the old medieval winches with a slave walking around inside of a large hamster wheel.  
The guard pulled the chain from the arm of the winch and attached it to the roof of her cage.  Kat screamed as the cage was lifted, and she stared at the slave inside the contraption, pleading with her eyes as her cage was swung out into the open air.  She smashed her eyelids shut and grasped the bars like her life depended on it as the cage was lowered, inch by inch, down to rest just below the lip of the turret, swinging free in the breeze.  
Her prison came to rest with a bump, gently shaking the cage as it dangled high above the ground.  She opened one eye and looked down.  The village was still operating on the other side of the water, finishing up the last duties as the day ended with the sun lowering in the west.  The orange sky gave the horizon a beautiful coloration, but Kat barely noticed it in her terror.  She was so scared that she even peed a little, and she couldn't help but watch the spurt as is it fanned out below and fell for an eternity before it sprinkled into the moat.  
Kat didn't know how long she hung there.  She squealed and held on for dear life when it shook from the wind, but she slowly relaxed enough to open both eyes and look around.  It really was a pretty countryside with sunset and the trees and birds.  Her hands and feet were free and besides the cage, the only thing that she didn't like was the gag.  She reached to the back of her head, but was disappointed when she felt a small luggage padlock holding the restraint in place.  There was no way she could take it off, and she would just have to suffer.  
She was just starting to doze when the cage was jerked upwards.  She immediately became alert, and grasped the bars as she was slowly retrieved and let back onto the turret.  Three guards, all dressed in the executioner's uniform of the black hooded mask, pants, and boots, opened the cage and held her.  One grabbed her chin, moving it left and right, as if appraising her.  He then took two fingers and opened one of her eyes wide.  He did the same with the other eye, then began to poke and prod her, feeling under her chin, squeezing her arms, chest, waist, thighs, and both legs.  It was apparent that he was making sure that no permanent physical harm had been done, then with his ok, the other two men forced her back down the stairs.
Upon reaching the ground floor, both men took her to a back room.  This didn't quite fit in with the castle surroundings.  The walls were painted, and it appeared like a shipping clerk's room.  There were twine, brown wrapping paper, crates, bubble wrap, straw, and other things all over the floor.  Kat looked around, wondering what the hell was going on.  
The two men held her as they strapped what looked like backpack straps over her shoulders and down her body, where they attached to other straps across her breasts, around her waist, and down up her back.  They were cinched tight, and her wrists were locked into place against her thighs.  Her feet were duct taped together, and she felt the glue stick to her skin.  Her gag was removed, but as she began to scream, a bandanna was stretched across her mouth.  She was able to open and close her jaws, but they were still covered.  She exercised her exhausted mouth, but slowly, feeling began to return.  
Kat was bent over, being balanced by one man as another started to smear something over her backside.  She felt the cold of the goop on her skin, then gasped as something huge was slowly screwed into her.  Deeper and deeper it went inside of her, and she could do nothing but take it.  Finally, it apparently was deep enough, but this didn't comfort her because as soon as the intruder halted, another, just as big, began to gain entry into her ass.  Both items pressed against each other, straining her insides.  She felt like she was about to burst but the man kept pushing.  
Finally, when both were in far enough, she was straightened up.  She stood stiffly, acutely aware of the items inside her.  She tried to squirm a little to adjust the things, but they were too large to make comfortable.  A strap was attached to the harness that she was wearing, pulled down between her legs to press against the guests and holding them in, then continued up her back and attached to the straps coming off her shoulders.  
She was totally stiff.  She couldn't bend because of the things inside her, her hands and feet were bound, and her mouth was covered.  
One of the guards grabbed her shoulders from behind and leaned her back.  This put more pressure against her groin, and she groaned involuntarily against the discomfort.  The other guard picked up her feet, and she was carried over to a long crate.  It was filled with straw, and she was slowly lowered into it.  A fear was growing inside of her as a wooden lid was placed over the top, and her ears ached as it was nailed into place.  She was a package, waiting for delivery.
She felt the crate get lifted up, and she was jumbled around in the darkness.  Finally, after what felt like an earthquake, the box came to a stop, and she was left alone.  She waited, patiently and anxiously, for something to happen, but nothing did.  No sound, no light, just darkness.  
Her bindings and accessories made her very uncomfortable, but before too long, the emotional exhaustion took over her body and she slept hard.   

