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Act II

***

The trio had shared the King-sized bed in the room, one filly snuggled up on either side of Ed. He had enjoyed getting the two friends back together so much that he suggested that they just watch a movie and have a dinner afterward that evening, since they still had all of Saturday and on 'till Sunday noon to go.

Trisha had woke up Linda quietly on Saturday morning, so the two of them gently stripped what clothing that was left from Ed's body. They carefully chained him down to the bed by his wrists and ankles, using padded cuffs that would possibly not alert him to the situation until it was too late. They were currently kneeling next to the bed, one on each side.

“Oh Edward ... Mr. Crawford ..." Linda said softly into his ear. “Please wake up, Mr. Get Us Back Together! We want to talk to you this morning!" The two mares were having to fight off a laughing fit, hoping to wake Ed very slowly so he wouldn't freak out on them. They really had no idea if he was OK with bondage or not.

“I'm awake, ladies," he said groggily, yawning widely before he realized he couldn't move his hand to cover his yawn. “Oh no ... Uh, you girls didn't ..."

“We did, sweetheart. We had to pay you back somehow for getting us back together." Trisha was snickering, thinking about how he had looked when he realized he was bound securely to the bed.

“It was her idea, I'll have you know," Linda pointed out, crossing her arms on the bed and resting her chin on them. “We're now going to kiss you all over and generally show our gratitude to you." She then took the plastic ice bucket from the small bar and covered his manhood and balls with it. “This area is off limits for right now. Maybe we'll give it some attention later, though. You never know what will happen when you get two hot equine females in the same room." The two of them started by kissing Ed's forehead, working their way down. They stopped momentarily when they got to his chin, Linda kissing her friend deeply, smiling lovingly at her afterward as she mouthed 'I love you, sweetheart' to the smaller mare.

The two women continued their exploration of Ed's body, kissing his neck, chest, arms and hands. They continued at his waist, working their way down to his toes. At that point, they returned to the ice bucket, now obviously being held slightly off his groin.

“Hmmm, what do we have here?" Trisha queried Linda in a sultry bedroom voice.

“I don't know, sweetie. We better see what's under there." Linda smiled as she removed the bucket, Ed's manhood standing at full attention underneath.

“Oh wow! Will you look at that!" Trisha said teasingly, kissing Ed's groin tenderly. Linda did the same for him, making Ed groan in response. “Hmmm, he makes it sound like it hurts him. Maybe we should kiss it and make it better." Linda smiled because she knew exactly where this was going. They both began kissing his groin, careful not to touch his cock. After enough of that, Linda and Trisha both licked his cock very slowly from base to head at the same time, stopping to kiss one another with the head of his erect cock between their mouths. The women heard him take a deep, sharp breath when they did that.

“Ladies, um, uh, ..." Ed was trying to get their attention because things were getting very close to the edge.

“Mmmmm," Trisha replied, waving a hand at him in a dismissing manner as the two females tongued each other and Ed's cock. The ladies knew exactly what they wanted and it just hadn't happened yet.

“Ladies! Please!" Ed admonished, feeling things happening that he could no longer control. Because he was four corner restrained, there was nothing he could do about it but lay there and enjoy it. He finally gave in to the situation, the two lovely females getting him off, sucking greedily at his manhood, not spilling a drop of his seed.

***

“Trisha and I talked about it this morning before we woke you up and we thought we would show you what this is all about," Linda told Mr. Crawford as she put on her thong and bustier. She put her equipment harness around her waist, getting all of her items arranged just so. She took her whip from her harness and uncoiled it on the floor, winding it back up carefully in a certain manner so it would uncoil properly when she pulled it from her harness. She then made sure her long-shank lock holder was snapped shut securely and her dildo was hanging in its carrier properly. She arranged the short pieces of chain hanging from her belt, putting them from short to long, in order.

Trisha had put on a tube top and a skirt that Linda had asked to be delivered to them and then put her leather bands back on. She seemed like she was in much better spirits today, not all sullen like she had been in the past. The shorter mare walked over to the equipment closet and retrieved a leash, locking it to her collar and handing the other end to Linda.

“What's this all about?" he asked, pointing to the leash in Linda's hand.

Trisha spoke up. “Well, since I'm still 'under contract' to Blue Hawaii, a loophole exists that says they have the right to secure their possessions so a guest can't walk off with them. Kind of the same idea as an ink pen at a bank." was Trisha's response. “Anytime I'm not in the dormitory, I'm supposed to be restrained in some manner. Linda being in the room with us kind of bypasses that part but in the public halls and the bigger struggle or torment rooms, I'm supposed to be restrained at all times."

“Now that's screwed up!" Ed stated, giving the idea some thought.

“No, it's OK, Ed. I trust Linda." Trisha gave her friend a kiss on the cheek. “Um, what room did you get for us?"

“I booked us an hour in the 'Round Room' down the hall although we probably won't need a full hour." Trisha was very familiar with that type of room. She had a regular that liked to see her tied to various items in those rooms while he watched on from a distance. She always worried about him since he never even tried to have sex with her. She actually thought that maybe 'he' might just be a 'she' instead.

***

They all went down the hall and around the corner to Torment 453, the Round Room for the fourth floor. Once they stepped inside, the room seemed bigger to Ed than he thought it would be. It had four concentric rings to the levels, the lowest level in the middle being a stage about fifteen feet across. Each ring was three feet wide, two steps up from the next lower one. In the middle of the stage was a framework about eleven feet tall, just about that wide with a small cabinet about three feet tall sitting next to the framework. There were a few items waiting for them but Trisha wasn't scared or upset, since it was her idea to do this in the first place.

“This is what makes these rooms so different, Ed." the taller mare stated. Linda led him to a chair on the upper level and motioned for him to sit down. The two women stood behind the chair and held on as Linda told him, “Move that joystick right or left," pointing to a control stick on the right arm of the chair. When he moved it, that ring spun slowly with his input. “You can see the show from any angle without having to move from seat to seat. We have six of these round rooms here at Blue Hawaii." She then lead Mr. Crawford down to the stage.

“This is where I put on my show," Trisha said nonchalantly, taking the end of her leash from Linda and clipping it to the frame before pulling out a drawer in that stand. “Once it's determined where I'll be going, my equipment is delivered to the stage that I'll be performing on, waiting for me to arrive." She pulled out a wide wrist band/grip combination of sorts, handing it to Ed. “That was made just for me. See the tag? It has my name on it." Ed looked to see there was a brass tag attached to the device. The small brass plaque said “Trisha Pollard. Weight supporting rated for full body weight."

“So, all of your equipment is your own? That's just too weird, if you ask me." Ed was still giving it some thought when he stopped and looked at Trisha strangely. “You have a last name? I thought you said you were a chimera!"

“I have a middle name and a social security number, too. When Blue Diamond went down, it caused a lot of the states to enact laws to protect the performers, just to fend off the flack from the public. I had to have a middle and last name for the Social Security office, I can't be called a slave anymore and I have to be paid a wage, even if it is a student wage of $8.97 an hour. I'm also allowed to accept any value of tips that might be given me as tax-free. I heard that the slaves at Blue Diamond couldn't take over a quarter for an individual tip or more than five dollars for an overnight client." She stopped what she was doing and looked at Ed with a serious look on her muzzle. “The only reason I can't leave here is my contract and the matter of my ownership. I would have to buy them out and the last time I asked, it was still over $400,000 for mine. I'm not sure how much Linda's buy-out is."

“$394,388 as of two weeks ago," was the taller mare's somber reply. “I really would like to leave here too but it's that buy-out. It's possible that I won't make enough money here to buy my own freedom in twenty years or more." That news made Ed scowl, giving thoughts to some other things in his mind.

“As for the equipment being made just for a performer, that was brought about when a performer working here complained to a federal safety inspector that her equipment was hurting her all the time, causing chafing injuries." Trisha pointed out. Using Linda's magnetic key, she took off her small bands and put the wide, closely fitted wrist bands on, having to have Linda help secure them for her. “Since these fit my wrists properly, if I lean my weight against them it won't hurt me and the palm grip part isn't really noticeable from ten feet away." About that time, a maintenance worker came in carrying a bag with him.

“Excuse me, I'm supposed to bring you this, Ma'am." he stated, bringing the bag to Linda. “They're short handed in the props department so they sent me over with your items." The taller mare took the bag, looking at its contents. Pleased with what she observed, she motioned for the man to leave as she sat the bag on the floor by the cabinet, making sure it was out of the way. Linda looked at her friend and winked, letting her know the 'items' that they requested were in the bag so Trisha then continued to tell Ed what would be happening to her.

“So, I would now take my clothes off if I were dressed and put on whatever clothing the client wishes, if any and then the trainer helps to bind me to the frame." Trisha said quite calmly as she stripped down and took up her position on the stage. Linda retrieved a folding chair and put it behind her, letting the smaller mare sit down. “I have my own attachment gear, too. It was all expertly fitted to me and marked with my name just like the leather gear." Linda handed Trisha some leather and steel ankle bands that fit the shorter mare's legs exactly, needing not much effort at all to close snugly. Trisha then held up the spreader bar that went between them while Linda used two pintle and lock assemblies to attach it to her legs. She then took out a spacer and a long hand fastener from the cabinet, securely fastening the bar to the floor. “Linda could use a wrench for effect if she wanted to, just to make it look scarier to the client." Trisha commented to Ed.

The taller mare used two control switches on the side of the frame to lower a pair of cables down from the top of the frame to shoulder height for the sitting mare, attaching them with shackles to Trisha's bands. She then helped Trisha to stand and removed the chair. “The trainer will winch the cables up, making it look like it's very tight. It's not, though. If a performer pulls down on the cables for over ten seconds, the winches will spool out up to four inches of cable slowly to release the tension for them." The taller mare began to winch the cables up, making it look like the smaller mare might possibly be harmed by this. She tested the tension, finally giving the switches a few quick hits to make it look very tight. “The trainer has the option of locking the cables, though. That's just in case she's working with a newbie, a hard case or someone like me that likes to hang against the cables for effect." Linda touched another switch, a clicking sound coming from the winches above Trisha's head. She pulled against the cables firmly and held them for more than a ten-count, making sure they were locked. “I can use my upper body strength to actually lift my body a bit when I lean against the cables to add to the illusion I'm being hurt badly by the whip." Trisha gave Ed a demonstration, using her seventeen inch biceps and her large, highly developed upper body to pull her hooves clear from the floor, to the extent the limited slack in the spreader bar attachments would let her.

“This all looks very scary, ladies. Tell me this is the end of my personal show," he asked, hoping to hear a 'yes' from either one of them. That didn't happen. Trisha shook her head, giving him a smile as she made her request.

“Come here, Ed. Kiss me and hold me tightly so I'll know you're going to trust us with what happens next."

“You're not going to do what I think you're going to do, are you?" he asked pensively, giving Trisha a hug and a kiss, holding her naked body against his. He could feel no nervousness in her as she stood there, unable to move from her spot.

“We're just going to give you a short demonstration, nothing real fancy." was the taller mare's reply. Linda attached a cuff to Trisha's tail dock, pulling the strap on it through her legs and around to her front, finally attaching it to Trisha's collar and then snugging it, firmly holding her tail out of the way. She the took a small bottle of drops out of the cabinet and came around in front of her friend, Trisha tipping her head back so Linda could put some drops in her eyes.

“This doesn't hurt one bit in the least but the drops will make my eyes water like crazy, giving the impression that I've been crying my eyes out." Trisha did look now just like she had been bawling for some time.

“I'm ready to go if you are, sweetie," Linda said softly to her friend as she kissed her cheek, walking around behind Trisha as she slowly and carefully pacing off her distance from the bound mare. Each step she took was putting her further into the zone, preparing her mind for what she needed to do next. She needed to gather all of her concentration if she were to avoid hurting her friend with a whip.

“Ed, just back up a few feet and please stand very still so you won't distract Linda," the shorter mare asked, looking over her shoulder and nodding at the taller mare. Once Ed had backed up, Linda removed her whip from her belt and in one fluid motion, expertly uncoiled her whip, the tip of it ending up just past Trisha's left hoof. “Ed, she's getting her distance now," Trisha pointed out, Linda backing up a half step to get the tip of the whip in the right spot. That whip then came back and flew forward with a flick of Linda's wrist, striking Trisha on the right shoulder blade with a resounding Crack!

The bound mare lunged forward against her bonds and shrieked loudly, continuing that shriek when Linda struck her again, across the upper back. Another quick blow landed against her right upper thigh, the buckskin mare twisting as far as she could in her bondage as she continued to shriek in pain, her eyes wild with fear and shock. Another blow could be seen wrapping up and over the left shoulder, hitting her almost on the top of the left breast. Trisha was still screaming at the top of her lungs, like her hide was being torn painfully from her flesh.

“NO! STOP IT RIGHT NOW! PLEASE!!" Ed yelled out as he took a few steps forward, Trisha's shrieking slowly turning into laughter when she saw the look on his face. He stopped in his tracks and looked at Trisha like she had just lost her mind, thinking that his request to stop being whipped was somehow funny. Linda gave Ed a slightly frustrated look because he had broken her concentration, finally shaking her head as she rolled up her whip while she walked back over to Trisha.

“Ed! She's not hurting me at all! What she's doing right now barely stings!" Trish told her client as she pulled herself back upright so she wasn't hanging against the cables. Linda came up behind her, putting her arms around the smaller mare's torso, kissing her on the shoulder and then nuzzling against her cheek. It made Linda feel good to hold her friend like this again, to feel her strong, muscular body under her hands.

“I didn't hit you too hard, did I?" the taller mare asked softly, resting her chin against Trisha's shoulder.

“No, you were spot-on with the hits, sweetheart. I hardly felt them at all." Linda smiled, contented to know she hadn't hurt her friend. She looked at Ed, who was still somewhat confused about what he had just observed.

“Ed, you remember what we said about it being just a show if the performer is smart? Trish is a very smart girl in that respect. She can make it look like she's being painfully tortured, one stroke at a time and manage to make it look very convincing." Linda gave her another kiss as she loosened the cables and got the chair for her friend again. After the smaller mare had been extracted from her situation, Linda took a small watermelon out of the bag along with a sheet of poly sheeting. The two females put the sheeting on the floor and sat the chair in the middle of it, placing the watermelon on the seat.

“This is how hard Linda was hitting me," Trisha said, holding out the palm of her hand to allow the taller female to strike her several blows with the whip. “That barely hurts, Ed. Let her hit your palm, just once." He did as Trisha asked, the whip strike barely stinging. “You have to remember that I have a coat of hair on my body to soften the blow, too." Linda then motioned for them to stand away from the chair.

“This is how hard I just hit your hand," she told their client, giving the melon a few strokes that didn't leave a mark. “Now this would bring a little blood," she said, her next two strikes denting the skin of the melon slightly. She then switched whips, letting the new one uncoil next to the melon and stepping back to get her distance. “This is a real bison hide leather, sixteen plait, twelve foot bullwhip that a tamer might use. Watch yourselves." She cracked it twice in the air above the melon loudly and then nodded, the third strike leaving a deep mark in the melon's skin and the next strike splitting the melon cleanly. “Think you might want me to hit you with this? That's why tamers are feared here; Their whips are the real deal."

***

The trio were enjoying a snack of freshly split watermelon, the bag having plates and spoons for them to consume it with. Ed was still in shock over seeing Trisha's performance that was ever so realistic.

“I thought for sure you were being killed by that whip," Ed stated, still not sure of what he saw. He thought to himself; 'How could you tell the difference in a whipping if the performer was as good as Trisha?' He just didn't know. Linda looked at Mr. Crawford and told him her thoughts.

“Trisha is an expert at 'dancing to the whip' as we call it. I just worry that a trainer will turn sadist one day and really whip her. I heard it happened in another Blue facility a few years back. The performer's career was ended right there from her injuries and the trainer had to be put down; she snapped on stage and they couldn't bring her back." Linda was deeply concerned for her friend's well being, considering how easy it could be for a chimera with an unstable mind to go over the edge. “We've worked together enough that she knows my style. Every fifth stroke should be a real crowd pleaser. You didn't let us get that far."

“Yeah, one night we earned over seven hundred dollars apiece in tips! That was just one performance, too." Trisha remembered that night well; she had finally came to grips with the situation and decided to stop letting them whip her for real and just go with the flow. It was her luck that Linda had been forced to request her to be part of the show that night. It had been a relief to Linda, knowing that Trisha was finally going to just go with it, do her part. Trisha was told by Linda backstage that if she would go ahead and play the part for her, things would be so much better and that had resulted in a very good show, dollar-wise. Trisha only spent a few hours in the infirmary for the med-techs to check her injuries and let her recover from the initial effects of the trauma drugs and that was also the night that she finally earned her black leather bands.

“I hate to work with the hard cases." Linda told their client, giving him a crooked smile. “A good dancer will beg, plead, promise to do anything for you just to keep from being whipped because it's part of the show. You let them beg a bit then land a blow or two, like two fencers, parrying back and forth like that. A hard case just curses at you endlessly or says nothing because you had to gag their filthy little potty mouth."

“Please don't whip me!" Trisha blurted out, trying to keep from smiling. “Don't whip me with that spoon!" she shouted loudly, dropping into a scream when Linda touched her with the handle of her spoon. “No don ... AAAAAAAAAAAAA!" she went from another pleading sentence straight into a shriek when the taller mare touched her again, finally starting to laugh when Linda touched her a third time, giving her a kiss on the neck.

“We've had a decent working relationship these almost three years we've been here, I guess that our past friendship has kind of kept us together. I never did more than bring a little blood at the end of the show, always prearranged by both of us where that stripe would end up. She has always kept her end of the bargain, dancing expertly for me." It was clear that these memories were hard for Linda to recall; she would have preferred for them to have been friends all along. While they were talking, a crew came in to reconfigure the room.

“Sorry Ma'am but we have another trainer that needs this room in ten minutes. We have to put up a twin frame for a dual performance, a pair of hard cases."

“That would be Tana's early client and her performers." Linda commented. “Let's go back to the room and have some more fun."

As they went back to their suite, Mr. Crawford made a very pointed statement; “I learned more about Blue Hawaii from you ladies today than I ever wanted to know."

***

Ed had enjoyed the afternoon with the two mares, laughing at their jokes, savoring their renewed exploration of his body and generally enjoying the feelings of each other's bodies, intertwined in various ways. Linda was currently giving Ed a ride while Trisha lay beside him, kissing him deeply.

“Mmmmm, you are just ... mmmm, just incredible!" the taller one murred, expertly adjusting her position just a little to stimulate her client further.

“He can't talk right now, hon. He's busy," Trish replied for Ed, her attention being on just how deeply she could french kiss Ed without gagging him with her long, supple equine tongue.

“You're sah ... saying I'm nuh ... not busy?" Linda finally got out, her attention was on trying not to orgasm before the male underneath her. That was only proper performer training, since this was a sex brothel, after all. The golden rule was never climax before your client, no matter what the situation. Linda readjusted her position again to put even more pressure on the underside of her client's penis, stimulating him further. She smiled as he groaned with pleasure from her new position, the taller mare riding him very slowly to make his pleasure last as long as possible. Ed finally came, allowing the taller female riding him to let her feelings go, having a huge, explosive orgasm of her own.

“Mmmmm," she murred, sitting her weight back down on Ed while she tingled all over, feeling his cock still flexing a bit inside her. “I could really go for that again." she commented as she bent over and kissed Trisha on the side of the cheek.

“You girls are too much, you know that?" he stated, trying to get his breath back while Trish demanded more kissing. “Maybe we could just cuddle for a while so I can recharge." The two mares begrudgingly cuddled up next to him, one on each side again.

“So, I don't know much about your model, ladies. Care to share a bit of knowledge with me?" Ed thought he was up on the general Chimera population until he had met the two mares. Linda decided to tell him about their kind.

“We're Brandon Biotech Model 87A Equine pleasure models. We're a variant on the Model 87 Combat unit." Trisha was thinking about the insane idea that a combat model could somehow be turned into a pleasure mare. Fight and make love, too if the reprogramming wasn't just right. She was positive that her combat training was intact because she still had that 'Stand And Fight' attitude that always got her in trouble before she became a black collar performer.

“Hmmm, that's an odd idea. A variant on an existing combat model." Ed mused. He turned to look at the shorter female and asked a question that had been burning in his mind since he had first met her. “Trish, how come you're so bulked up, you know, strong? Do you have to work out to stay that way or what?"

“I'm a sub-variant on the basic 87, called an 87 Heavy and I do have to work out to stay ripped like this. I'm the one that would have carried the .50 caliber long range rifle and 300 rounds of armor-piercing incendiary ammo besides my combat gear into battle. I can bench press 350 lbs with no problems and leg press over 600. That's also why I'm shorter than Linda; if I have more muscle bulk, I need to be shorter to fall within the mil specs for overall naked body weight for a battle chimera."

“This question might sound stupid to you two but I just have to know; how come you were designed as female combat models instead of males?" This still seemed odd to Mr. Crawford.

“Well, this is the actual 'stupid answer' to that question." Linda pointed out. “Our designers thought females would be easier to control than males on the battle field. They obviously had never seen a equine femme suffering from our version of PMS; Although as chimeras we don't have a menstrual cycle, Trish is a real bear when she's having one of those monthly episodes. I'm not much better, I'm afraid." The smaller mare was nodding and smiling just a bit; she was well aware that if she didn't take her meds around that time of the month, she would become a very irrational and sometimes dangerous person to be around. She unfortunately had a regular client that really enjoyed her irrational behavior each month.

***

“Um, it looks like Ed has had enough for now. You up for some more loving?" Trisha asked her friend, kissing her on the side of the cheek. Ed had finally fallen asleep from the two mare's excessive ministrations that day. They had worn him to a frazzle, showing him what he commented at one point to be too much fun.

“I'm kind of tired too, Trish. Not that I'm complaining but we've been at this all afternoon and evening," the taller mare replied, giving her a kiss in return. They were both sitting on the couch in the suite, watching 'Sleepless In Seattle' while Ed snored loudly in the bed across the room.

“Um, Linda, what do I have to do to become a trainer?" the smaller female asked, giving her friend a small, pensive smile.

“You have to fill out an application first then there's eleven days of VR followed by two weeks of study under an experienced trainer. Most likely me, since I brought this up with Master."

“You told Master that I wanted to be a trainer?" Trish questioned.

“No, I just suggested that you would make a very good trainer. That way, we could do side by side shows as an equine trainer team. That would bring us a lot of tips, in my opinion."

“I don't know if I could learn to whip another female," Trisha said softly. She knew without a doubt she could shoot an enemy soldier and kill them with no remorse. Whipping another female chimera seemed ... different to her. Why, she didn't know. Maybe the VR really would make it easy to do this ...

“Sweetheart, VR will teach you how to whip them without hurting them. Just like I do to you."

“Well, maybe I could try it out. What if I don't like it?" Trisha was really concerned that she might like it too much. She knew that she could be a very aggressive person at times.

“I think you'll be comfortable with it. The VR training will help settle your mind that it isn't as bad as it sounds."

“You sure?"

“Yeah, I'm sure. You know, maybe you could untie me so we could go to bed? I'm not up to sleeping sitting up like this." Linda was bound securely to the couch with one-half inch silk rope, right where Trisha had left her when she had kissed her all over, similar to what they had done to Ed earlier.

“Yeah, I suppose I should untie you." Trisha did as promised, untying her friend from the couch. She did take the opportunity to kiss her all over again, well, as much as Linda would let her. She then helped her friend to stand, wrapping her strong arms around her lover and snuggling her head into her shoulder.

“I missed being real close with you," Linda commented, holding the shorter, stronger mare close to her. “You were always the anchor to my sanity, both before and after we were reprogrammed into 87A variants." Trisha and Linda had been together since their incept dates, both having been 'loaned out' to a government contractor to research digital gun sights for small arms-carrying chimera soldiers after the reprogramming. That's also where they had taken out their mortgages to purchase themselves and become self-owning because that was legal in Iowa. After they had cuddled for a bit, Trisha finally told the taller mare what she thought about the situation at hand.

“You know, about that reprogramming thing; I think our combat programming is still in our minds. I really think Brandon Biotech messed up when the only purchaser of our model 87 was the Australian army, who only bought two divisions of our kind. They had to do something with the rest of us to break even so they did a quick and dirty VR reprogram job on us to make us into pleasure models. You know there were over four hundred of us left at Brandon after our sisters were shipped off to Australia."

“Trish, I guess I should ask you this; what makes you think the combat programming is still in our minds?" Linda was concerned because of certain things she noticed, like being able to look at an object and know exactly how far away it was, to the millimeter. She also always kept her wits about her, making sure she knew what was happening around her that could affect her.

“Sweetie, you probably know that I bought a MegaPlayStation Six with my tip money." Trish let go of Linda just enough so she could see her friends' eyes. “I have several First Person RPG shooting games that I defeated on the first try. I've never lost at any level." Now Linda knew what she had suspected all along was true; that damned combat training was still in them. Brandon had lied to them big time about this.

“Come on, let's get some rest, sweetie." Linda led her friend over to the bed, having to rearrange Ed slightly so they had enough room so they could lay down with him. Linda had slipped off to sleep quickly but Trisha was still awake, pondering the thought of being a trainer. It wasn't like she hadn't been in a position of leadership before. She had been a squad leader at Brandon's military training school and she had been asked by Brandon to teach human soldiers at Fort Sill, Oklahoma on the operation of the fifty caliber long range sniper rifle with its high power optical sight. Linda was very good with a handgun, a natural hip shooter so that's how they had ended up being loaned out to AGS.

What kept coming back to her was the fact that she would have control of her life, what little control it was. She hated it when she was given a rough client that lived only to see her suffer. These fucked-up bastards were all alike in her eyes; they were married for the most part, gutsy enough to wear their wedding rings to the brothel. These men were usually well-off, able to pay for her services for the evening or more without batting an eye. They treated her badly only because the law would jail them for treating their wives or girlfriends like that. She could however think of six men right off the bat that she could claim as her regulars if she were a trainer. It wouldn't take her too long to weed through and get four more that at least treated her half-way decent.

Now, to whip another female, maybe she could do that without feeling remorse. If it was for the female's own good, to get her on the right road at Blue Hawaii, maybe she could do that. She finally snuggled up against Ed and slipped off to sleep.

***

The sky outside was becoming light again while Trisha was sitting quietly at the computer terminal, reading up on what would be expected of her as a trainer. What bothered her was the eleven days of VR, eight hours a day. She hadn't been subjected to that many days of VR since her initial training at Brandon Biotech. Even then, that initial training was only four hours a day, broken into two hour segments. This would be four hour segments with the exception of one full eight hour session at the end. It sounded to her like that particular session was going to be used to reprogram her again, similar to the Virtual Reality sessions Brandon Biotech had used to 'turn' her into a pleasure model.

“What're you reading, my love?" the taller mare asked, pulling a chair over to the smaller mare and sitting down next to her, noting the website URL for the page. “Oh, the info site I gave you the link to last night." Linda handed her friend a Braeburn apple that she had sliced for her along with a glass of milk, finally putting a napkin in her lap for her. “I was told by Tana that the girls at Blue Diamond weren't allowed to use the Internet unsupervised, send e-mail or make phone calls. This place is a lot better, based on what I've heard over the years."

“I didn't know that," the muscular female stated, stopping to give that some thought. “Yeah, I guess you're right; this place is better." She looked at the screen again, reading the requirements once more. “That's a lot of VR, sweetheart. I haven't done that much since our days at the factory," Trisha stated, the shorter mare pointing to the numbers on the screen. Trish picked up a slice of her apple, taking a bite off of it and enjoying the flavors. If there was one thing about this place that stood out, the fruit here at Blue Hawaii was the best she had ever tasted.

“The trainer VR isn't bad, Trish. It didn't really bother me when I went through it over two years ago and they have some new VR equipment now. Our facility is supposed to be safe enough for humans to use."

“Wow! I remember when it was illegal for humans to undergo VR for training!" The shorter femme sipped her milk, giving it a scrutinizing look afterward. “You forgot the chocolate mix, Sweetie." She got up and went to the tiny kitchenette that was barely big enough for two persons, finding a chocolate drink packet and a spoon before returning to the table.

“Sorry about that, hon. I kinda forgot you liked chocolate milk, since we don't share the same living unit here." Linda took the packet from her friend, doing the honors of mixing in the powder to make her a chocolate milk drink. “Well, do you think you'll go for it?"

“Yeah, I think I will. At least I'll gain back some control of my body this way." Trisha got busy and filled out the application on-line, crossing her fingers tightly as she hit the 'submit' button.

***

Sunday morning proper found Ed standing at the terminal by the door, ordering breakfast for all of them. Linda had showered and Trisha was getting ready to take her turn after she finished cuddling with Mr. Crawford while he ordered. The two females traded places, Linda nibbling on his ear while Trisha stepped into the shower.

“You two don't slow down, do you?" he asked, giving the taller mare a kiss when he turned around and held her close.

“We're just doing what's expected of us, Mr. Crawford. We're to pleasure you until you have had enough, then give you even more pleasure." Linda was smiling, knowing that she had helped to do so for him.

“You still haven't told me what you thought of that bondage bench," Ed pointed out, smiling at her.

“OK, if you insist on knowing, it wasn't comfortable at all but that's not the point, Ed. We're to please you in any way possible short of letting you permanently injure or kill one of us. If that means we're completely uncomfortable making you happy, then so be it." Linda gave him a kiss before she said, “Trisha and I have done some really uncomfortable things for our clients, just because it made them happy and got them off. I spent a whole weekend tied to a struggle board just because my client liked it. I didn't like it one bit but my feelings in the matter didn't count." This made Ed look just a little uncomfortable.

“Linda, I don't know how to express how I feel right now. That's kind of scary, that your feelings don't count." He was obviously upset by what she had told him.

“If our feelings did count, this place wouldn't have any performers or customers." Linda knew she was right about this.

“I'll concede that fact but ... I don't know ... it just seems wrong to me."

“You enjoyed our company, didn't you?" she asked, knowing the answer already.

“You know I did, honey. I have enjoyed every minute of it. I've particularly enjoyed your company, after I've gotten to know you better."

“Okay, if you enjoyed our company, then we did what we're supposed to do. Our job was done to Blue Hawaii's expectations."

***

The trio had finished breakfast and enjoyed some more very heated sex with one another. Linda was currently snugging the closures on a full body restraint system, wrapped around the smaller filly while she was standing. Once fully snugged into place, she could be rotated head over hooves a full three hundred and sixty degrees about her waist to allow access to any point on her body. This also allowed her limbs to be placed in an infinite number of different poses.

“Would you check the straps around my waist, please?" Trisha asked her friend, concerned that they weren't tight enough. Her arms were already strapped into the skeleton framework, preventing her from reaching her waist to do it herself. Linda did as she had been asked, finding them more than tight.

“No, they're OK, sweetie. I think Ed just wants to rotate you not quite onto your back so he can give it to you standing up. It doesn't need to be that tight to do that much." Ed was standing by patiently, waiting to have some fun with the shorter mare. He was already thinking about the different ways he could do her inside that contraption.

“You know, I saw this deal on the website and I thought that if I had time, I wanted to give it a try." the male admitted. He was smiling, watching the two females interact with one another. Linda took great pride in getting in gentle caresses to the shorter mare's body, smiling when it gave her friend pleasure.

The tall chimera replied to Ed's statement; “Well, I've been in this thing once and I have to admit, it wasn't all that bad. It doesn't inflict pain but you are very immobile in it." Linda recalled that evening about two years ago. Her client had put her face-down and made her suck him off several times. He then fucked her several times while in that same position. It wasn't bad, it just wasn't enjoyable. She knew Trisha, however would enjoy it the way Ed wanted to do her.

“I've never been in this thing, to tell you the truth." Trisha stated, standing patiently while Linda strapped her in. “It's not going to hurt, I can see that. Just don't try some of your funny stuff while I can't fight back, please?" She was looking straight at the taller mare while she said that. Linda just shrugged her shoulders, trying to play it off.

“What is she talking about?" Ed asked, curious about this situation. Linda decided to answer that question for him.

“Oh, I like to decorate her and add little items that aren't on the request list from the client." She smiled a cute smile at him as she snugged the harness around Trisha's head, holding it firmly to the headrest. “OK, now that she's secured, let me check the floor anchors one last time." Linda examined that hand fasteners that secured the frame of the device to the floor, preventing it from moving around or tipping over.

“Linda, sweetie, you still haven't promised ..." Trisha reminded her, giving Ed a pensive smile as Linda strode off towards the equipment closet. “See Ed, she's going to decorate me now ..." Trisha was thinking to herself that she should have took Linda's keys and hid them when she had the chance earlier.

Linda had been in the closet for a few moments before she returned with a toy that Trisha was very familiar with. Linda smirked when she saw the look on her lover's face while she prepared the device for its intended usage.

“Come on, sweetheart, open up. You know this one doesn't hurt one bit in the least," she pointed out, holding what looked like a very short inflatable breathe through dildo gag in her hands.

“Aw, come on, not that one Linda, you know how I feel about that one ..." Trisha said sourly, licking her lips in anticipation of having that thing in her mouth regardless. “I'll do any of the others in the closet, even that foot and a half long one but please, not that one!" Linda kept getting closer to her mouth with it, smiling at her ever so slightly.

“Oh, you know how to spoil my fun!" the taller mare stated, waiting to pounce on her. When Trisha went to respond to that remark, Linda had the device in her mouth in an instant. Holding her hand over the shorter mare's mouth so she couldn't spit it out, she began to pump up the gag until it was making Trisha's cheeks bulge ever so slightly. Ed noticed that Trisha was now breathing through her nose for some reason.

“So that's it?" he asked, still not sure of what this was. “A gag? It's just a gag?" That was when Trisha 'moaned' each time she breathed out through her mouth, rolling her eyes in disgust. That made him really look at the situation strangely.

“It's a soundtrack gag, Ed. Even if a girl isn't turned on, she sure sounds like it." Linda was playing with Trisha's nipples, gently teasing them with her fingers until they were as hard as pencil erasers. This was really turning the shorter mare on and she began breathing deeper, the 'moaning' sounds getting louder as a result. “Pretty effective, huh?" Linda then licked her finger and rubbed Trisha's clit slowly, making her moan louder still.

“Um, yeah, that's really turning me on just listening to her," he replied, dropping his robe. “Help me to position her, would you?" he asked, waiting until the taller mare had done some preliminary positioning of her legs, bending them at the knee and hip, then splaying them out widely. She then positioned her lover's arms so they could wrap part way around their client.

Ed stepped between Trisha's legs, gently sliding his cock into her, making her eyes flutter. Linda adjusted the angle and height of the device for them, finally deflating the gag until Trisha could talk around it a bit.

“Linda, please get him deeper into me," the shorter mare requested in a 'moaning' voice, biting her lower lip when her lover did so for her. “Tilt me back a bit more and lower me a bit," she asked, Ed's cock now buried inside her deeper than ever possible in a bed. Linda then adjusted one of Trisha's arms to push against Ed's butt and the other to be in the middle of Ed's shoulders. “Ed, make love to me now, please?" the shorter mare asked, breathing real heavily and flushed with excitement now. Linda quickly inflated the gag again, making Trisha sound like a porn movie soundtrack once again.

Ed began stroking into her, each stroke stimulating her deeply, his cock driving her wild with ecstasy because her clit was being stimulated at the same time by his rubbing against her at the end of each stroke. It felt so good but she knew this wasn't right; she was supposed to be able to keep her feelings under control but it wasn't happening for her this time. There was something about this, being bound so firmly, so securely, it was so primal she couldn't fight the need for release. It was burning through her, getting stronger with each stroke of Ed's tool inside of her. She was fighting it, her lips and fingers tingling, trying to hold off her orgasm but she failed epically, having multiple explosive orgasms before Ed blew his load, joining her in bliss.

After the gag in her mouth was removed for her, she tried several times to say something but her mind wasn't in any shape to form words. After a few more minutes to settle down, she finally spoke her mind.

“Ed, that was ... just so totally incredible, I really can't put it in words that describe what you just did to me," she related, still tingling from her last orgasm. “Linda, I have just four words for you, though. Paybacks are in order." This made the taller mare smile, knowing she would gladly put up with whatever Trisha did to her just to have her lover's attention again.

***