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canisters and a pair of dusters. At least someone was enjoying themselves, she thought acidly.
There was little time to dwell on her predicament. Two long latex gloves were headed her way, the ends of which were adorned with a pretty accurate, if somewhat small, horse's hoof. Her hands were picked up by both Kyle and Mark and the fingers were bundled into fists. Her vision was beginning to tunnel at this point and only some of the goings-on around her registered within the dark recesses of her brain. This could not be happening. Slowly but surely the pair of lubricated hoof-mitts were worked up her hands. Even though her vision was sketchy she knew which side Kyle and Mark had taken by the way they accomplished their task. Mark was gentle and careful with each of her fingers as he squeezed them into the tight glove. Kyle was impatient. When the latex snagged and wouldn't move on his first attempt, he yanked upon her elbow with a fierce, hash tug. Hang on, that couldn't be right, could it? Mark was the sadist. He was the one who'd nearly crippled her with exhaustion and pain in the training room. Shaking her head to try and clear her clouded vision she eventually managed to confirm what she had already known. Mark was being kind, Kyle was being rough. Ah yes, but Kyle had been her tormenter yesterday evening. He'd fed her a sleeping tablet and gagged her for a whole evening. Nothing made sense any more. Was everybody twisted around here? Maybe she was going mad.
When the hoof-mitts snapped into place they fell at an angle from her wrists, similar to how a real horse's hoof might appear. Once again her hands were useless. She knew it wouldn't be long before her boots and corset followed. Not content with having taken her speech, liberty and free will away, now they wanted to make her look like an animal too. A hysterical fit of spluttering and tears threatened to explode from the back of her throat. She just managed to hold it back, but the effort involved was nearly her undoing. The next thing she knew Kyle was coming at her with a knife, and for some reason the thought terrified her far more than it would have had Mark been the one wielding it. Instinct had her diving her head towards the floor, where she coiled up in the tightest ball she could manage. It was a protective manoeuvre and completely automatic, but when the whole room exploded with laughter she felt the first of what could potentially be a monsoon of tears threaten to spill.
Kyle dragged her up by a handful of her hair, and with his free hand he cut a slit in the front of her hood, aligned with the hole in the black ball which filled her mouth. The knife was quickly pocketed but Jenny did not feel in the least bit comforted.
'You will be fed and watered through the hole in your gag. At meal times you will be presented with a tube which will give you a nutritious balance of all your daily vitamins and nourishment in liquid form. You are now at the mercy of the device and with its many sensors and careful response measurement it will not be a pleasant experience. Oh, the first hour will be entertaining enough, I'm sure, but after that you'll be, a little bit on edge, shall we say?' The veterinarian reeled off his information in a perfunctory manner and looked relieved that his job was nearly over. To finish, he held a narrow black rectangle in the air and all eyes bar Jenny's immediately focused upon the item. 'This is the remote control for Petal's suit. While the suit has an "auto pilot", if you will, it can also be directed by any individual who has charge of this little box. Speed, thrust, inflation, pain and electric shocks can all be delivered by the specific whim of her trainer. So, all that's left to be decided, is who would like to be the first to test her suit?' He waved the black box in the air for effect.
Kyle made a grab for the remote, but this time Mark had anticipated the move and his lightning reflexes slid it out of the vet's hand before Kyle
There was little time to dwell on her predicament. Two long latex gloves were headed her way, the ends of which were adorned with a pretty accurate, if somewhat small, horse's hoof. Her hands were picked up by both Kyle and Mark and the fingers were bundled into fists. Her vision was beginning to tunnel at this point and only some of the goings-on around her registered within the dark recesses of her brain. This could not be happening. Slowly but surely the pair of lubricated hoof-mitts were worked up her hands. Even though her vision was sketchy she knew which side Kyle and Mark had taken by the way they accomplished their task. Mark was gentle and careful with each of her fingers as he squeezed them into the tight glove. Kyle was impatient. When the latex snagged and wouldn't move on his first attempt, he yanked upon her elbow with a fierce, hash tug. Hang on, that couldn't be right, could it? Mark was the sadist. He was the one who'd nearly crippled her with exhaustion and pain in the training room. Shaking her head to try and clear her clouded vision she eventually managed to confirm what she had already known. Mark was being kind, Kyle was being rough. Ah yes, but Kyle had been her tormenter yesterday evening. He'd fed her a sleeping tablet and gagged her for a whole evening. Nothing made sense any more. Was everybody twisted around here? Maybe she was going mad.
When the hoof-mitts snapped into place they fell at an angle from her wrists, similar to how a real horse's hoof might appear. Once again her hands were useless. She knew it wouldn't be long before her boots and corset followed. Not content with having taken her speech, liberty and free will away, now they wanted to make her look like an animal too. A hysterical fit of spluttering and tears threatened to explode from the back of her throat. She just managed to hold it back, but the effort involved was nearly her undoing. The next thing she knew Kyle was coming at her with a knife, and for some reason the thought terrified her far more than it would have had Mark been the one wielding it. Instinct had her diving her head towards the floor, where she coiled up in the tightest ball she could manage. It was a protective manoeuvre and completely automatic, but when the whole room exploded with laughter she felt the first of what could potentially be a monsoon of tears threaten to spill.
Kyle dragged her up by a handful of her hair, and with his free hand he cut a slit in the front of her hood, aligned with the hole in the black ball which filled her mouth. The knife was quickly pocketed but Jenny did not feel in the least bit comforted.
'You will be fed and watered through the hole in your gag. At meal times you will be presented with a tube which will give you a nutritious balance of all your daily vitamins and nourishment in liquid form. You are now at the mercy of the device and with its many sensors and careful response measurement it will not be a pleasant experience. Oh, the first hour will be entertaining enough, I'm sure, but after that you'll be, a little bit on edge, shall we say?' The veterinarian reeled off his information in a perfunctory manner and looked relieved that his job was nearly over. To finish, he held a narrow black rectangle in the air and all eyes bar Jenny's immediately focused upon the item. 'This is the remote control for Petal's suit. While the suit has an "auto pilot", if you will, it can also be directed by any individual who has charge of this little box. Speed, thrust, inflation, pain and electric shocks can all be delivered by the specific whim of her trainer. So, all that's left to be decided, is who would like to be the first to test her suit?' He waved the black box in the air for effect.
Kyle made a grab for the remote, but this time Mark had anticipated the move and his lightning reflexes slid it out of the vet's hand before Kyle
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