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Act V

***

It was Sunday morning and Trisha was headed for the executive wing of Blue Hawaii, having just picked up her regular bullwhip from Equipment Management, custom manufactured just for her height, arm reach and strength. It was a kangaroo hide whip, 12 plait braided at just a little over ten feet long. It still felt weird to wear regular clothing so she was wearing her dark turquoise leather bustier and thong along with a pair of fingerless leather shooter's gloves that matched her other leather in color. She finally made it to her destination, Mr. Waddell's private 'studio.'

“Come in, Patricia," Chuck beckoned through the open door, motioning for her to close the door behind her once she was inside. He was currently working out, lifting a pair of twenty-five pound dumbbells.

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Waddell?" she asked, kneeling on one knee in front of him.

“Please stand up, Patricia. You don't have to do that for me any longer." he pointed out.

“Thank you, Sir. What do you wish me to do for you?" she asked after she stood back up, not sure of his motives for asking her here.

“You could take off your clothes, to start with," he replied, setting the barbells in a rack with some others. She took off her equipment harness, gloves, thong and bustier, setting them on a table. He picked up a spreader bar with cuffs attached to it and handed it to her while he used a remote to lower a pair of cables from the ceiling that had another pair of cuffs on them. These actions by Mr. Waddell somehow set the mare off.

“If you want to make love to me or just have some casual sex, Mr. Waddell, do it right! You don't have to beat me into doing it, just kiss me and tell me you want my body! Dammit, I'm tired of this!" She threw the spreader bar across the room forcefully and stood her ground, the fire in her eyes apparent. Chuck's jaw fell as he looked at her in surprise from her actions. “I would willingly give you my body if you would just treat me like a sentient female being for once! How would you feel if I forced you to have sex with me unwillingly?"

She walked slowly up to him and grabbed the front of his t-shirt with both hands, literally ripping it from his body. Trisha then grabbed his sweatpants and roughly pulled them down using one hoof to hold them down while he stepped out of them. She pushed him backwards slowly, eventually pushing him down on the bed in his studio. She climbed on top of him, looking him straight in the eyes with determination as she took a cuff from the head of the bed and pulled it down on its cable, wrapping it around his wrist and fastening it. The 'Master' was now becoming the somewhat not so unwilling sub. She then did his other wrist, and then his ankles. Touching a switch on the head of the bed, the cables could no longer extend but only retract.

Trisha started to mount him when she noticed that he wasn't quite hard enough so she began to roughly lick and suck on his manhood, making him hard in just a few moments. She straddled his now-rigid cock, sliding down on it slowly to pleasure herself.

“You passed," he said to her, trying to keep his thoughts together. This caused the mare to stop and look at him funny.

“I passed?"

“Yeah, you passed."

“I passed what?" she asked, still totally confused _ and _ trying not to pay attention to Chuck's cock deep inside her while she talked to him. His cock felt good to her, nice and filling. It was just long enough to touch against her cervix, giving her maximum pleasure.

“Just go ahead and finish what you've started here, Patricia. We'll talk about it later."

***

Trisha was cuddled up next to Chuck, who was still lying on his back on the bed. She had released the cuffs attaching him to the bed but he hadn't moved from his spot yet, enjoying the moment.

“Mr. Waddell, um, about earlier, I'm sorry I ..." The tall, blond-haired man cut her off.

“Forget it, Patricia. That was a test, to see if you still had the fire necessary to be a tamer." He rolled over on his side and kissed her on the lips, stroking her cheek softly. “I had to be sure that my newest tamer had the fire needed to be an extension of my will. You certainly showed me that you had the fire."

“I'm sorry if I was too rough on you." She was obviously embarrassed at taking advantage of him like that.

“No, I think I really enjoyed your performance just now. I have to admit that it was a first for me, having a beautiful woman physically tear my clothes off of me." He was smiling just a bit, enjoying her body next to his. “You know, I offered a tamer's position to Linda but she passed on it. She told me that there were others that were better suited for the position. She was right, as usual."

“I hope you're not making a mistake by making me a tamer," she said, nuzzling against his cheek.

“I think I made a very good choice in making you a tamer." He kissed her again, pulling her closer to him. “Those thirteen months that you spent as a red collar performer, before you learned to just go with the flow, those experiences are something I just can't teach. You can pull from those experiences and teach a new performer what she needs to know without whipping her to death." He stopped her from speaking as he said, “I'm sure you won't need to whip a new performer very much; your strength will scare them and make them think twice before ignoring your sage advice."

“I hope you're right, Mr. Waddell," she commented, kissing him on the cheek.

“We'll find out soon enough, Patricia. You'll be assisting Linda with a new female tomorrow. I'm sure you will have a huge impact on how quickly she'll learn what's required of her. I suspect you'll 'adopt' her, too if I have my guess right."

“My training ..."

“Your training will be split up between Linda and VR for a bit, I'm afraid. I'm sure you will do just fine, Patricia." He kissed her again and then gently pushed her onto her back as he began to climb on top of her. “Make love to me, please? Show me you know how to make slow, sweet love to a man."

“Mmmmm ..." she murred, already enjoying his touch, ever so soft and gentle as he slid his cock back inside her.

***

“I suppose you'll want a Diet Dr Pepper, right?" Chuck asked of the muscular mare, getting a Coke Zero for himself from his bar.

“Yeah, that would be nice, Mr. Waddell," she replied, making herself more comfortable in the bed. He brought her drink to her, putting the drink on a coaster on the night stand next to his bed on her side. He laid back down next to her, giving her a kiss. “Sir, Could I ask a very personal question?" she asked, waiting for him to say 'no' to her in response. He managed to surprise her instead.

“Yeah, go ahead, Patricia, ask away."

“Sir, I heard from Tana that Blue Diamond's master was actually a group of identical chimera meat puppets. Was that true?" this made Chuck swallow hard before he answered.

“Yeah, you're right. He, I mean they, were just a figurehead, though, software AI driven, directly hooked up to Blue's mainframe. The real General Manager was about sixty years old, married and didn't interact with the general chimerae populace at all." This made Trisha think about something but it was almost as if Chuck had read her mind. “Before you ask, there's only one of me. I was asked if I wanted to have personal chimeras to function for me but I turned them down. Before you ask the next question, I own ninety percent of this place and the Blue consortium and a European investment bank owns the rest."

“So, you were at Blue Diamond?" she asked, wondering what it was like to be there.

“Yes, I trained there to run this place, Patricia. I hadn't been back here forty-eight hours before I heard Blue Diamond was in flames." He took a sip of his soda, then he pulled her closer to him before he continued with his thoughts. “I knew then I had to protect my considerable investment in Blue Hawaii before a task force burned me down too. I bought up a bunch of shares to have almost complete control, just so I could change certain things. Diamond was so brutal to the girls there. They allowed the guards to take girls if they felt like it, they were whipped up to fifty stripes a day, two hundred a week and there were things that happened there that I just wasn't real comfortable with." He thought for a moment and brought up something to her. “That's why I created that deal so a performer could buy out her ownership with her wages and tip money. It gives the performer something to look forward to and possibly give her a reason to give good performances while she's here."

“It sounds like Blue Diamond was a very rough place, Sir. Now I see why you did some of these things, like the performance contracts." Trisha was now sure the things that she heard were true about the place. Maybe Blue Hawaii was a good place for her to be right now.

“It was just too rough, Patricia. That's why I try to get the women here to get with the program quickly. I like it when everyone's as happy as possible." That statement made Trisha bring up something very strange.

“Sir, have you ever had a box lunch or a late meal from the performer's cafeteria? I hate to bring this up but that food isn't edible. I know I had a hard time eating it and I'm not fussy at all about my food."

“You're saying the food doesn't taste good? Hmm, I created that menu myself ..." He thought for a moment and then asked, “Where do the girls eat, then?"

“Most of them order out from Round Table, KFC, Mr. Quan's or Burger King for dinner. That's where their tip money goes to." She sipped her drink and continued. “Breakfast is usually cold cereal and most of the girls do fruit bowls or fresh fruit for lunch. You can't screw that up too much." Mr. Waddell was getting kind of upset about this because he really wanted the girls to be buying their ownership, not their meals.

“Patricia, let's you and I get dressed because I want to look into this myself." They got out of bed and quickly dressed, headed out for the performer's cafeteria on level B1. “We'll get to the bottom of this because all of you girls deserve food that's palatable."

“Sir, about that; you know that kibble stuff that the new red collar girls are fed is pretty nasty, too." He looked at her, not sure he was hearing this right.

“Patricia, our kibble is custom made for us by a very reputable company. The stuff I tasted and signed off on was very good. Kind of a crunchy beef jerky taste for the canids if I remember right."

“I'm pretty sure that's not what we're being served, Sir. The box I have in my suite is only palatable if you put sugar, a pinch of salt and milk on it, then let it soak a bit. It's really shitty dry, Sir, pardon my french."

“Patricia, why an I only hearing about this now?" he asked, not sure that he was being given a truthful interpretation of the staff's culinary abilities here.

“Sir, I finally got up the nerve to speak up about it." She smiled at him, finally glad to get that off her chest. She had wanted to say something for some time but she just couldn't bring herself to do it until now.

***

“OK, let's see this problem," he said as they walked into the performer's cafeteria. They both grabbed a box lunch, sitting down together at a table. The place was slowly getting stirred up, the word that the boss and Trisha were eating there was getting around quickly.

“How's your sandwich, Sir?" she asked, looking at hers. It was supposed to be a bologna and cheese sandwich but this was not quite what she would expect. The wheat bread was hard, the cheese showing signs it had been out too long and there was no condiments in the lunch to go with it.

“This sandwich needs help desperately, Patricia," he commented, looking around for some mustard and mayonnaise to fix his with. There was a place for the items to be kept but it was bare, no condiments to be had. He looked at the chips in his lunch, then Trisha's, noticing they were both beyond the expiration date and this seemed to upset him deeply. At least the apple looked good so he cut it open, only to find it was mealy and not very tasty.

“Not a good lunch, huh?" she asked, tasting her sandwich. It was terrible as usual.

“I'm really ashamed to say I own a majority stake in this place, Patricia." He looked at her, shaking his head in disgust. “Let's go see the manager and get to the bottom of this." They got up, taking the lunches with them. Once in the preparation area, they located the manager's office with the manager inside, eating a Round Table pizza. He has his back to them so when they walked into his office, he just gave them a dismissing gesture over his shoulder, as if he didn't have time for them.

“May I speak with you for a moment?" Chuck asked, hoping to rectify this problem quickly.

“Get lost. Tell the girls to get an escort and go upstairs to the Burger King or Mr. Quan's if they don't like my food."

“Do you know whom you're addressing?" the boss asked, surprised that the manager would act this way.

“Yeah, that guard that has a thing for a chimera vixen and he's upset the food she has to eat doesn't meet his standards."

“You know, you had better look and see who you're talking to before you shoot your mouth off any further." the boss warned. “You're most likely to be without employment by the end of the day."

“Oh yeah? Maybe you think you can fool me into thinking you're the boss, eh?" he asked, turning his head to look at them. The look on his face went from smugness, to confusion, then to shock and then to total embarrassment. He tried to say something but only one word came out; “... Shit ..."

“Yeah, that pretty much describes the food in this lunch. How long has this lunch been out on the serving counter? I don't see a date and time stamped on it anywhere." The boss seemed really disgusted at the moment as he took the lunch and dropped it into a convenient garbage can. “This isn't what I called out for on the lunch menu. Where are all the hot foods I personally spec'd out?"

“Sir, that lunch menu had to be changed because the preparation time was too long and it was too costly. These box lunches cost us just under a dollar each, Sir."

“We're running a brothel here, not a medium security prison! Would you eat this crap every day?" he asked, waiting as patiently as he could under the circumstances for a reply.

“Uh, no Sir, I wouldn't." The manager seemed to know where this was going to. “Sir, maybe I should quit right now before this goes any further and I can save myself some embarrassment."

“I think that's a wise choice, Rex. I'll call and have your check waiting for you in payroll."

“Thank you. Sir." The former manager walked out the door, headed for payroll. Chuck called ahead for him, advising them to have Rex Nissan's last check ready. He then turned to Trisha, still standing by the door of the office to tell her what he thought of the whole thing.

“OK, This is halfway fixed. I'll need to get a new manager now and find that menu for them." He hugged her, proud that she had the guts to speak up like this. “If you see something else that's wrong, don't hesitate to tell me." He handed her a piece of the pizza, getting a piece for himself afterward. He smiled at her, motioning to sit down and enjoy a few more moments with him.

***

Monday morning found Trisha sitting in the cafeteria with Linda, poking at her food. She hadn't really ate much of anything, just a bite or two here and there.

“Sweetheart, you seem a bit distracted," Linda commented, putting her hand on top of her friend's.

“Um, I'm on edge, I guess. I'm not sure what exactly to do this morning." The shorter mare was still thinking that she had possibly made a mistake by applying for the position. Her thoughts centered around the possibility that she just couldn't bring herself to whip another female. She knew if she could just do this without feeling remorse, everything might be OK. Linda speaking to her snapped her back from her musing.

“Just follow my lead once we get to the room, Trish. We'll do a good cop/bad cop thing that'll scare the bejesus out of the new girl." Linda was hoping this would settle Trisha's mind.

“OK, I'll do that." The two got up, put their trays with the others and made their way down to room Training 143, to meet with the new girl that was currently being secured to a training frame by staff with some wrist and ankle bands. Red leather bands. On the way down, Linda received a text message on her Blackberry to let them know the newbie was ready for them.

Linda opened the door for them and they went inside to see a sight that they were positive they would never see here; another Brandon 87, chestnut and white blanket appaloosa in coloration, just about Linda's size and build, obviously not a sub-variant like Trisha. The new girl looked up and smiled as she spoke to them, obviously glad to see two more 87's like her, her 'sisters', her family in a way.

“Oh thank the powers that be that you've both come here. You have to help me out of this, please? Some stupid bastard thought he could sell my ownership papers to this hell-hole and I can't get a soul to listen to m ..." She stopped speaking when Trisha held up her hand to silence her. She knew it was of no use to let the new girl babble on endlessly so she decided to put a quick end to it.

“Sweetie, what's your name?" Trisha asked, giving her all of her attention.

“Sarah Nicole Mitchell." was the reply.

“Listen to me, Sarah, and hear what I have to say carefully. Linda will back me up on this, too." Trisha sat down in a seat near the spotted one and looked up at her again. “You are now under contract with Blue Hawaii to perform as a sex provider, just like Linda and myself. Get that part straight in your mind and you're half way there to being a black collar performer."

“The hell you say!" she retorted, struggling against the bonds holding her. “Let me down from here, now! I'm a battle chimera, a soldier of war, dammit! I'm not some goddamned sex whore!" Linda cracked her whip just inches from the spotted one's ear, causing her to flinch.

“You need to learn this the easy way because Trisha, here will whip it into you if you can't." Linda strode very close to Sarah, put her hand on her shoulder and said in a calm voice, “You know what Trisha is, right?"

“Yeah, she's a Brandon 87 Heavy, sub-variant heavy weapons specialist."

“Is she stronger than you?"

“Without question. She's strong enough to carry over 300 pounds of gear into battle."

“Can she use that strength to whip the living shit out of you?"

“Her failsafe would prevent ..." Linda cut her off.

“Her failsafe is off, honey." This caused Sarah to look over at the solid black mare nervously.

“You're full of shit, lady. You can't turn her failsafe off; that's hardwired into our brains at the factory so we can't die from friendly fire, from what I've been told."

“Ready to bet me on that?" Linda asked, stepping back and motioning for Trisha to stand. The shorter mare got to her hooves and strode to a point exactly eleven feet from the bound mare. She closed her eyes, remembering her lessons with Tigre. She took a deep breath, knowing she had to do this for Sarah's sake. She knew the spotted mare needed to get with the program quickly and not be a hard case like she had been. Opening her eyes and looking at Sarah again, there was a look of finality in them, as if she felt nothing in her soul. Her whip uncoiled as she flicked it out towards the bound female, the tip ending up resting against Sarah's right hoof.

“Last chance to tell me you're gonna get with the program," Trisha said in an even tone, readying herself. “Tell me you're ready to get with the program or I'll use my whip on you to change your mind." When Sarah refused to say a word in agreement, she flicked her whip sidearm-style at the mare's left thigh, laying open a stripe across it about seven inches long. Sarah shrieked when this happened, looking first at her thigh, now bleeding profusely and then back at Trisha in shock.

“How the fuck did you do that to me?" she exclaimed, still not sure how this happened. Battle chimerae were programmed not to hurt or kill one of their own, no matter what. This seemed impossible to her.

“I did it just like this," Trisha replied very calmly, making a new mark that crossed the first. Sarah screamed out a string of obscenities this time in reaction. “Sorry hon. Despite what you might think, my failsafe is definitely off." That was two, Trisha thought. Only eighteen left for today, but maybe she wouldn't have to use them. Maybe.

“You want me to let her continue to whip you?" Linda asked as she stood in between the two, to give Sarah the illusion that she was being protected in a way. “You need to realize that we have the best trauma drugs in the world here and we're not afraid to use them. I could let Trisha tear you up with that whip of hers and in just a few days from now, you would look fine." It really shook up Sarah when Linda added this snippet; “Then we could go all over again, honey. It could turn out to be an endless cycle until you were just a shell of your former self, your mind gone from the torture. It wouldn't be pretty."

“L ... let me think about this, p .. please? Maybe it w ... wouldn't be so bad," the spotted mare asked, giving the idea some thought. It was obvious that she was in a great deal of pain from Trisha's whip strikes. It was also apparent that she didn't want the whipping to continue anytime soon.

“OK, that seems reasonable," Trisha replied as she rolled up her whip. “I'll take you to my suite and we'll talk this matter over further. I really don't relish the idea of whipping you but you have to understand; you are under contract to give sexual favors to men and women when asked to do so and if you can't comply properly, it's my job to make you comply in any way possible. That includes the whip." Linda sent a text message that they needed a med-tech to Training 143, and then she sat down on a chair to wait, Trisha following suit.

While they waited for a med-tech, Trisha leaned over and very quietly asked Linda a question. “You know, I kinda figured out that I had to have a failsafe of some kind but how did you know my failsafe was off?"

“You're a tamer, dear. That's the only way you could do your job."

“Your failsafe too?" Trisha asked, trying to look annoyed by the wait for Sarah's sake.

“Yeah, mine has been off since I became a trainer. That's one of the first things they do to you in VR."

Once the med-tech had finished with Sarah, Trisha retrieved a leash and locked it to Sarah's collar, giving it a sharp tug to make sure it was fastened securely and to send a message; I'm in charge here. She then put a restraint belt snugly around the spotted mare's waist, one that had multiple D-rings around it. In moves that rivaled any trainer, she unbound Sarah's hooves and hooked a short length of chain to Sarah's belt in the back, then methodically unhooked her wrist bands from the frame and then attached them to the chain, keeping the taller mare under control at all times. Linda was smiling slightly, noting the confidence that Trisha was showing.

“Be nice and I won't have to hobble you," the shorter mare said, holding up a hobble chain in her hand. “I'll put it right here for now," she said, hanging the chain around Sarah's neck and clipping the snap bolts together, arranging it like a necklace just to make a point. “I know how much I hated being hobbled," she said, looking the taller mare in the eyes. “It's not easy, trying to walk quickly in very short steps while being lead by a person who doesn't care if you trip and fall down." Sarah nodded, acknowledging the favor.

“Nodding your head here is not good enough, Sarah. Say, Thank you, Ma'am."

“Thank you, Ma'am."

“Thank you Ma'am, what?" Trisha asked, looking to hear the right response.

“Thank you, Ma'am for not hobbling me." This response brought a smile to Trisha's muzzle. Maybe Sarah would learn fast after all.

“See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?"

“No, Ma'am, that wasn't hard for me to do."

“See, you're learning already. Let's go to my suite and I'll try my best to train you properly." Trisha lead the taller mare out of the room, headed for the second floor and her suite.

***

Once in Trisha's suite, she clipped the mare's leash to the wall in the living room. She got a few attachment points out of the closet and put them into the tracks in the wall, finally attaching the mare to the points, spread eagled against the wall. Trisha moved the points along their tracks, spreading the spotted mare out even further, making her somewhat uncomfortable.

“OK, Sarah, let's start with the basics. There is only one reason you're here, honey. Your ownership was sold to Blue Hawaii for a fair sum, giving them the rights to the use of your talents, whatever they might be." Trisha went to the closet again, in search of a toy and its harness. She came back with a 'L' shaped double ended dildo called a Feeldoe©, smiling at the taller mare as she slid the shorter 'pony' end of device into her own love hole. Trisha then took the harness, using it to secure the device to her body so she could do a little 'teaching' with the 'horse' end of it.

“What are you going to do with that?" Sarah asked, Trisha slapping her face for that improperly phrased question.

“Add 'Ma'am' to that sentence!" she requested firmly, making Sarah just a little nervous.

“What are you going to do with that, Ma'am?"

“That's better. Um, I'm going to teach you how to make love to a man and get him off just so. When I came here, I didn't really know how to act around men and I certainly didn't know how to get a man off properly so it had to be taught to me. That's my job now, to help you earn your black leather as soon as possible."

“Tied to this wall, Ma'am?"

“Would you rather do it in my bed, then?" Trisha asked, looking at the spotted mare, waiting for an answer.

“Uh, yes, Ma'am. In your bed, please?" Sarah was looking at Trisha through tear clouded eyes as she asked for that little favor. She would have done anything at this point just to get herself untied from that wall. Trisha unhooked her from the points, leading her into her bedroom. The tamer took the cable over the head of the bed and clipped it to Sarah's collar, pushing her gently onto the bed afterward.

“If you behave, I won't have to bind you hard to my bed." she told the taller mare, giving her a warm smile as she put some lube on the 'horse' for her. Trisha got on the bed with her, getting between her legs. She pulled a bit of cable out and set it to stay extended like that, laying the cable out of the way for now. She then slipped the dildo into the spotted mare, slowly, gently working it home. “Do you like that?" She heard the taller mare gasp in response before she replied to her.

“Oooh, you make that feel good, Ma'am." she replied, her breathing getting heavier from excitement. Sarah was somewhat afraid to put her arms around the stronger mare but eventually did so as she began getting extremely turned on by this, holding her close while Trisha began to get her rhythm.

“Try to keep me from pulling the dildo out of you," Trisha instructed, smiling when she felt Sarah doing as she was told.

***

Linda had went to Trisha's suite just to see how things were going. She knocked on the door and after a minor wait, the shorter mare answered the door. Linda smiled at the sight of Trisha, sweaty from head to hoof, still wearing her teaching tool from earlier.

“Come in, we're having a lot of fun, sweetheart," Trish said as she beckoned the taller mare in. “I'm not sure Sarah can kneel in front of you just now, though. We're trying to get her comfortable with being bound while I teach her some things." The spotted mare was on the couch, her leash clipped to the wall behind her. She was wearing restraint sleeves, similar to just the sleeve portion of a straitjacket and there was a spreader bar between her ankles. She was also very sweaty looking and just a little flushed, too.

“I'm sorry I can't kneel for you, Ma'am. I'm just a little tied up at the moment." Sarah told the palomino mare, looking down at the floor in embarrassment. She figured that Linda had most likely put two and two together and knew what they had been doing.

“You know, I would say you look like you've been a little busy. Have you learned anything, Sarah?"

“I have learned that I am here to earn money for Blue Hawaii, doing what I do best; giving sex to a man or woman without hesitation, Ma'am." Linda smiled as she sat down by the spotted mare, giving her a kiss on the lips which Sarah didn't hesitate to respond to.

“I hope that Miss Trisha has told you that you don't just magically earn your black leather, Sarah. You will no doubt have more than a few rough encounters until you obtain tamed status and your black leather." Sarah was nodding, then spoke up quickly to avoid punishment.

“She has told me this, Ma'am. It might be rough for a few weeks, until Master has decided that I am worthy." Linda touched her stripes on her thigh, making her jump from the pain.

“You don't want to be whipped like this again, do you?" Linda was looking into her eyes, looking for a truthful answer.

“No, Ma'am, I don't."

“If we share something with you, will you learn quickly?"

“Y ... yes, Ma'am." Sarah looked ready to cry again out of fear.

“If Trish or myself whipped you lightly, where it just stinged a little bit, could you act as if you were having your skin torn from your body?"

“I d ... don't know, Ma'am. I ... I could try." Linda took the spreader bar from her ankles and released her arms from their bondage. Getting the leash from its hook, she helped Sarah to her hooves.

“Come with us, then and we'll continue your training for another hour or two." They went to Torment 243 and stepped inside into a sparsely decorated room. They walked over to a table that was tilted upright and Linda described what it did. “This is a struggle board, Sarah. You will no doubt be tied to one in the near future. Let's do a test ride so you'll know what to expect."

“Um, are you sure, Ma'am?"

“Look, I'll go first if it'll make you feel better about it," Trisha said, grabbing the wrist cuffs for support while Linda tilted the table up. “If you look underneath me, I'm lying against these pyramid shaped studs sticking up. They can be retracted in rows, putting more and more of your body weight on the remaining rows." Linda retracted row after row until there was only two rows left for her to lay on. “As long as I don't move around much, it's not bad. Your turn." Linda tilted the table up and Sarah took up her place, holding her hands up to be bound.

“Sarah, I'm not going to bind you. Just hang on to the cuffs like I did," Trisha asked, tipping the table flat again. “If you don't struggle much, it won't hurt you as bad. I won't say it won't hurt because it does." Linda retracted row after row, leaving her with just two rows to lie on.

“It doesn't hurt too bad, Ma'am," Sarah commented, moving around experimentally on the board. Linda climbed up on the table, getting on top of Sarah as if she were a man driving a cock into her.

“This is what hurts, sweetie. A man driving into you, literally scrubbing your back on the studs." It was obvious that this was painful to Sarah because she was wincing in pain from the studs. Linda knelt between her legs, hooking the leg cuffs to Sarah's ankles while Trisha set the cable length for her. “If you pull against the cables, it will anchor you some, preventing the studs from hurting you so intensely."

“Yes, Ma'am. I understand now, Ma'am." Sarah was still wincing but not as badly as before because she had the cables pulled rather taut.

“OK, you think you understand how to deal with this?" Linda asked as she climbed off the struggle board.

“Yes, Ma'am." Once Sarah had gotten off the board, they led her to a framework and placed her just so inside of it. Trisha put a chair behind her and motioned for her to sit down, Sarah reluctantly doing so. Linda retrieved a spreader bar, spacer and hand fastener, kneeling to attach Sarah's ankles to the floor while Trisha lowered the cables, attaching them to her wrists.

“You will no doubt remember this," Trisha stated, winching the cables up after they helped Sarah to stand. “I won't hurt you unless you aren't learning the lesson." Trisha continued to winch the cables, making them very tight. She then locked the cables so they wouldn't extend again.

“Remember what I told you earlier? If you were whipped very lightly, where it just stung a little, could you make it seem like you were being hit full force?" Linda was unrolling her whip, getting her distance from the bound female. Trisha held up her hand over Sarah's thigh, over her stripes and let Linda strike her hand several times.

“Nice whipwork, sweetheart. That barely touched me." Trisha then stood in front of Sarah, facing her, spreading her arms out while Linda worked on her back. While all of this was going on, Trisha was looking like she was bored to tears and it didn't hurt at all. She smiled at Sarah and told her the following after Linda stopped whipping her.

“As you can probably guess, this doesn't really hurt. Nice work but not what the client wants to see. Do it again, sweetie." The next strike from Linda hit Trisha in the upper back, the solid black mare shrieking in response. This continued on for a few minutes, scaring the crap out of the bound mare. Eventually, Linda began cracking up as she stopped and walked back over to Trisha, who was now laughing too at the look on Sarah's muzzle.

“Sarah, Sarah, you bought that performance, didn't you?" Linda asked, trying to keep from smiling. The look on Sarah's muzzle was classic, like she couldn't believe her eyes. Trisha appeared to be standing there, taking a vicious whipping and not doing a damned thing to stop it.

“Um, yes, Ma'am, I thought Miss Trisha was being hurt real bad."

“Well, that's the performance you need to learn how to give." Linda backed up to get her distance again. “Now show me what you've got, sweetie. Dance for me." Sarah closed her eyes, anticipating the first whip strike.

“Sarah! You can't react properly if you can't see it coming!" Trisha admonished, walking right in front of her. “Until you've worked enough with one trainer and your real sure of what you're hearing, you can't know if you're being hit or not!"

“Y ... yes, Ma'am," Sarah said sheepishly, now understanding what she meant by that. Trisha then gave her direction for her performance.

“OK, just remember, it's a light strike that stings a little. You're going to make it look like your being torn apart. If you can't do that, I'll teach you what torn apart feels like." Trisha ran the butt of her whip across the bound female's breasts, causing her to shiver from the touch. “OK, let's go."

Linda laid a strike to her other thigh, Sarah shrieking partly out of surprise.

“Did that hurt?" Linda asked, crossing her arms while she waited for a response.

'No, Ma'am. That didn't actually hurt. It just stung a little."

“OK, now that you know I can whip you without making it really hurt, let's try that again." Linda gave her another strike, right below her left breast. Sarah responded to that strike with an ear-piercing scream. They continued on for about fifteen minutes, Sarah's performance turning out to be very good for a beginner.

***

“Let's rest for a minute or two here," Linda suggested to the other two, rolling up her whip. Trisha got a chair for Sarah and let the cables down, allowing her to sit but leaving the spreader bar in place and the cables hooked up but with enough slack to allow the bound mare to eat a granola bar and sip some cold water from a bottle.

“Now that you have the basics down and you understand that I didn't have to break the skin while all of this was going on, you need to become 'interactive' for some shows and not just a screamer. I have a video of Trisha's last performance as a black collar performer that I can show you some of." Linda rolled a monitor over to them and fished through the menus to find Trisha's performance. Fast forwarding through the beginning, she picked up the performance where Trisha began her diatribe at the whip master. Sarah watched, paying careful attention to the goings on. When Linda had the mics silenced to the house, she picked up on that immediately.

“Where's the audio?" she asked, reading their lips as they spoke instead.

“I signaled the sound man, who turned the mics off to the house so I could ask if they were OK. Trisha, Marilyn and I could talk to each other without the house hearing us." Sarah gave this much thought and then asked another question.

“This is just like a stage performance, then. We make it look like we're being hurt and the audience is none the wiser. I'm right, aren't I, Miss Trisha?"

“You're catching on in a hurry, sweetie." Trisha gave her a crooked smile as she said, “Some things can't be faked, like that struggle board. I wish it was all that easy but you will receive some pain from time to time. I'm sorry but that's the way it is. The faster you can get that into your head and learn to cope with it, the better off you'll be."

***

“This is my place, my little refuge from the insanity we call Blue Hawaii," Trisha said to the spotted mare as she closed the door behind them and set the security lock. “When you're here in my room, drop the formalities and call me Trisha, please."

“Yes, Trisha." Sarah was still nervous and just a little sore from her training today. She stood still while her tamer took the leash from her neck.

“You can't leave without me, you know that? You can't open the door because your bands aren't chipped to allow it. Try it." Sarah tried the door but the door was bolted, keeping her from leaving. Trisha then tried the door, the knob turning and the door opening just fine for her. “In time, as you build trust with me, I won't need to do that."

Trisha took off her wrist bands, bustier, equipment harness and thong, hanging them up on a stand. “I'm going to shower up now. You're welcome to join me, if you want." Sarah nodded, letting Trisha unlock her bands so they wouldn't get wet. They got into the shower, which was more than large enough for three or four to use and began to shower up, helping each other with their manes and tails.

“I haven't showered like this with another 87 since I was at Brandon." Sarah pointed out. She was washing her face, being careful not to get soap in her eyes.

“What was your last job before coming here?" Trisha asked, curious about her background.

“I worked for Sturm, Ruger and Co., developing shoulder-fired recoilless rifle technology for the Marines. They could get the rifle's recoil telemetry directly from me, without using accelerometers attached to my body."

“Oh really? Linda and I worked for Advanced Gun Sights before our mortgages were sold out from under us." She smiled a wistful smile, thinking about her days as an almost-self-owning chimera.

It had been easy, to apply for and receive a mortgage due to their generous wages paid by AGS. The thing that annoyed her was the ease of selling their mortgage to Blue Hawaii by their co-signer. Until someone passed legislature preventing this, they were all in danger of having their mortgages sold out from underneath them. It was a shame because the two of them had only six years left on their mortgages, too. It had been their plan to move to a pro-chimera state and open a small gun shop and maybe do guided hunting trips. Now that would probably never happen for them. They would be too old when their contracts were paid off to really do anything else except try to find a place to retire to and someday die.

“Trisha, are you OK? You're crying," Sarah pointed out, holding the shorter female close to comfort her.

“I was thinking about the days before I came here." she replied. “It still upsets me, to know I could just be sold out like that."

“I know how you feel. I cried for two days, non-stop when they brought me here. I was sent to the infirmary to be checked out when I kept on crying. They finally had to give me anti-depressants to help me get over it." Trisha just nodded, knowing that she had been through that herself. She turned off the water and turned on the drying jets, blowing warm air over them to dry them off.

“Let's order in a pizza and some soda, OK?" Trish asked as they dried off. Trisha wasn't really up to eating but she needed to at least feed her charge.

“That sounds good, Trisha. If it's OK, could I have Sprite to drink with my pizza? All I've had eat since I've been here is that kibble stuff that tastes nasty and that one granola bar this afternoon and just plain water." Trisha smiled when she though about the first time that kibble had been offered to her. It tasted like Chex© mix crossed with dog kibble. Not exactly pleasing to the palate, but filling.

“You know, if you put milk and sugar on the equine mix and let it soak about ten minutes, it's not bad."

“You're kidding, aren't you?" Sarah asked, not sure if Trisha was pulling her leg or not.

“I'm not kidding, sweetie. When I was a red collar performer, Linda would bring me some milk to put on my kibble from time to time. I have a box of it in the kitchen if you think I'm kidding." The way that the taller female was looking at Trisha, she thought she would play the hand dealt anyway. “OK, let's go fix a bowl just to show you I'm not kidding." this seemed silly to Sarah so she spoke her mind.

“No, that's OK. I'll take your word for it." Trisha just grabbed her wrist and started to lead her to the kitchen anyway.

“No, I want you to taste it and that way, you'll have a story to tell to your charge someday." They went to the kitchen and Trisha got down the needed ingredients. She dumped some equine formula kibble into a bowl, added some sugar and milk, watching the time for the mix to get to the right consistency. She sampled it, adding just a bit of salt before offering it to Sarah. The spotted female tried it, nodding her head.

“It's not bad this way," she commented, taking another spoonful and chewing it. “The sugar and that pinch of salt sets it off."

“Well, now you know. When Linda would bring me milk, I didn't have a spare bowl to use so I would open the top of the milk carton, one of the half pint ones and dump in the kibble." She re-tucked her towel around her, snugging it tighter at the top, then got herself a bite of her special kibble, savoring the flavor. “Linda would bring a packet or two of Splenda© to add to it and a plastic spoon. It was a treat, after eating that kibble dry all the time."

“It is better this way, Trisha," Sarah commented, taking another bite and chewing it.

Trisha smiled at her and then she went to the terminal in the lamp table by her couch and ordered their pizza, Diet Dr Pepper for herself and some Sprite for Sarah. “Dinner will be up in thirty minutes, Sarah. Don't spoil your appetite with that kibble."

***