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matter how far out the girl extended it.
    Thus, the trio
on the platform remained engaged in their own private enterprises. Each girl
had no less than three different torments going on at the same time and they
each took private stock of their conditions, even though no one else now seemed
interested.
    Debbie had her
poor feet, her stretched little cunt lips and her internal organs to keep her
occupied for hours while she stood on the platform.
    Ellen suffered
from the tight metal breast clamps, the weighted nipple rings and the constant
pressure of the vertical post jammed between her suspended body and spread
legs.
    And Diane, of
course, the third course of the meal’s entertainment, endured the huge log
between her teeth, the merciless clamp on her tongue and the sharpened little
wedge seat. All in all, it was an impressive display that left a distinct
impression on the new girls as well as upon the senior students.
    The meal began.
Grooms served and instructors and the Heads ate and drank. The girls knelt and
stared at the platform display, the crystal chandeliers and the ceiling until
it was nearly midnight. In their bondage, they tried to find some position that
wasn’t so constantly painful. They moaned, groaned and whined into their gags.
They struggled for several hours. Then they were put to bed.
    To prepare for
sleep, Dori was allowed to remove everything she’d worn for the last several
hours except the Hermes boots. The bit and harness, the breeches and strange
shirt, all came off under close supervision. She was allowed to use the toilet
and to brush her hair and teeth. Then her hands were cuffed securely behind her
back and a heavy steel collar fitted around her neck. She was again gagged with
the fat rubber plug, the locking band going around behind her head and under
her hair.
    Cuffed hand and
foot, booted, gagged and collared, the girl had given up on objections. She
stood in the middle of the cold room while the collar was attached and locked
in place, then the chain was fastened to a ring behind the headboard of the
twin bed. “In you go,” said Winnie, holding the sheets and covers up while a
tired and confused Dori climbed into bed. She lay silent while Winnie pulled
something metal from under the bed and bent over Dori’s black-booted feet. Over
the leather boots, a pair of brass locking cuffs was attached. They gripped the
boots snugly, but were leather-lined so as not to damage the boots’ carefully
tanned hides. A single padlock connected the boot cuffs and from this lock, a
chain led to the foot of the bed. Dori lay on her back with her bound wrists
uncomfortably under her. Winnie inspected the girl’s nighttime bondage and told
her to roll over onto her side. A new chain was pulled from under the bed and
attached to the girl’s wrist cuffs.
    “I think that
will do it nicely for the first night,” said Winnie sweetly. “You look lovely,
lying there in your new boots, steel cuffs on your wrists, a shiny new collar
around your neck, the nice fat gag in your mouth and the brass cuffs on your
ankles. The boots add a special touch, don’t you think? We have a big day
planned for tomorrow, so get lots of sleep, darling. Nightie-night, Dori. See
you at five a.m.” Winnie turned out the light, opened the door and then turned
back. “By the way, don’t get too comfortable in this room. It’s just for the
first few nights. After that, you’ll be in a dorm with the rest of the gang.
Sleep well.”

Chapter Six
    Taking Samson for a Ride

 
 
    The training
horse wasn’t a horse at all. It was a mechanical monster, bought in the late
1980’s from Don Bob’s Western Saloon and Booze Parlor in West Dewdrip, Texas,
after the western bar craze dried up. Don Bob’s charged five dollars to any
fool who wanted to mount the critter and get the ride of his or her life. But
some riders fell hard and broke bones, heads and even one back. Thus the
profitable, but dangerous entertainment device had