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The story “Trisha" is the fanfiction intellectual property of Kellan Meig'h and may not be reposted, transmitted or copied and redistributed without expressed written permission. All characters are the property of Kellan Meig'h unless otherwise noted and may not be used without permission. Blue Diamond, Tigre, Cheshire, Chili, Foxforce, Firefox, Shadowfox, Silverfox and Technofox are the properties of Dynotaku (visual arts) that inspired the fanfictions by Nathan Cowan (written works). Any resemblance to any human person or chimera, whether living, dead or reprogrammed is purely coincidental.

I recommend that you read “Firefox" by Nathan Cowan first to better understand this story. If you don't, there are spoilers in here that would reduce your reading pleasure of the story that inspired this piece of fan fiction.

“ Trisha"

by Kellan Meig'h

Copyright© 2008 - 2015

All Rights Reserved, both USA and World

Act I

***

Morning had come and the quite muscular, well defined body of the smallish filly glistened with her sweat as she worked out, using her exercise time as a personal getaway to rest and replenish her mind. If her muscles were burning from exertion it tended to let her forget, even for just a moment, where she was.

Trisha and her room mate had been sold into 'contract performance' at a Blue Diamond resort in Hawaii by a supposed 'good friend' that was holding their mortgage notes as a co-signer, helping them to become self-owning. That thought of being a self-owning chimera was probably gone for good now, since she would probably never see the light of day and freedom again.

Dropping the weight stack of the curls bar for the last repetition, she went into the shower room and using a handy key on a chain meant for that purpose, took off her black leather bands that encircled her neck, wrists and ankles. This was the only place that she could remove them, the items that reminded her that she was just property in the eyes of Blue Hawaii's Master.

Chuck Waddell, her 'Master', was the Proprietor of this establishment; a tall, ruggedly handsome blond-haired man that initially broke her spirit, letting her old room mate and co-worker Linda flog her with a whip until she was dripping blood on Master's floor while she was begging hysterically for Master to stop the flogging. She would need to put these very same leather bands back on, however just to get back out of the locker room area.

Stepping into the shower, she lathered up her body with some body wash supplied by the staff, better stuff than she had ever had on the outside. She often wondered who made this soap because it was better than even some of the expensive designer stuff she had bought from time to time in Iowa. She stepped under the shower head, letting the water pound down on her shoulders and neck, trying to relieve the tension and pain in her body from her 'visit' with a client last evening.

That perverted client preferred his women hogtied both securely and tortuously, making her lay on her back, on top of her limbs while he titty-fucked her. She knew if she ever got the chance, she would tie him up just like that and stomp on him with her hooves until his manhood fell off in a mangled mess.

She got out of the shower after getting as clean as possible, grabbing one of the towels sitting on a shelf nearby. It was a very large, plush towel that she would have enjoyed to use on the outside. This towel, however, was just another sign of where she was. These were the same towels that were in the suites rented by the clientele for the use and abuse of the female chimerae 'under contract' here.

She hung the towel over a chair on her way to the drying booth, a full body system that always left her coat, mane and tail soft and glowing. Once dry, the femme begrudgingly went back to her locker and put her bonds back on, her spirits falling with each item she secured to her body. She was reminded with each item that she was just property, owned in a sense by Blue Hawaii. A green light on a little panel in her locker came on, letting her know the bands were all fastened and closed correctly. She suspected this information was also transmitted directly to security, too.

Looking at the time, she knew she had to be back in her room in thirty minutes or so to get ready for another client. She had used up her exercise time quickly this week, hoping that either Master or a trainer would grant her a few extra minutes that she could put on the books for later, when she needed to relax again from a particularly rough client encounter.

Trisha made a point to take the long route to her room, going by the performer's cafeteria on her way there. She stopped at the fast service counter outside, getting an apple and a banana for her lunch. This was preferable to her over that nasty thing called a 'box lunch' that they would offer up to the performers for lunch instead. Besides, each time she did this, it gave her enough credit that she could get an evening snack of fruit if she wanted it.

The banana gone by the time she reached her room, she sat the apple on the shelf by her bed and laid down for a moment. Trisha had thought of what another female chimera had told her about this place that shook her up. That chimera, an orange marmalade tabby feline named Roxie, had told her of being at Blue Diamond before it was taken down from the inside by a task force of four Dix-Vix females.

Apparently, the black collar women there didn't have a private room but slept in a cage of sorts with up to two other females. Here she had her own room as a black collar performer. It wasn't that big, at nine feet square but it was hers complete with a small private toilet. At least there were only three people that could enter here without her permission. Those three were her former friend and trainer Linda, the floor guard on duty and Master. This was also the only bed that she could sleep in that didn't have attachment points to chain her down. That little piece of knowledge always let her sleep just a little bit better at night. She was just starting to drift off to a nap when the door opened, the sound of hooves on the floor told her who it was without opening her eyes. She then heard the door close again.

“Trisha, you're not sleeping, are you?" the husky alto voice asked quietly, waiting for a response of some kind.

“No, I'm awake, Ma'am." Trisha replied in her soft soprano voice, rubbing her eyes to wake back up all the way.

“Dammit, Trish, it's just you and me in here," the palomino filly said to her former friend. “You know I've told you to please drop that “Ma'am" stuff in private. Please, please, call me Linda like you used to." This made the smaller female cringe just a bit.

“It's too hard for me to feel like that anymore. You whipped me until I bled, for Crissakes! How can I feel like you're still my friend after that?" Trisha looked up at her former friend with tears in her eyes. The loss of their friendship had been very traumatic to the smaller buckskin female.

“I'm sorry you feel that way, Trish but that was almost three years ago. I really wish you would become a trainer, honey. Then I wouldn't have to do what I have to do now." Trisha looked up at Linda, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “Ed Crawford asked for you again. By name this time, I might add. Now come with me quietly so we can get you ready." She gently grabbed Trisha's wrist, giving her a gentle tug to help her sit up. Trisha stood her ground.

“Why do I keep getting Mr. Crawford?" she asked in an irritated tone of voice. “He's real rough on your ass, Linda. Can't one of the other girls take a turn?"

“No, he asked for you by name, sweetie. I have to set you up for him." She gave Trisha another gentle tug on her wrist. This had quickly turned into a physical struggle between the two females.

Trisha had struggled with the taller femme for several minutes to stop her from being taken and abused by Mr. Crawford before Linda had somehow gotten her into a submissive wrist hold that had almost become a broken wrist. She eventually gave in to Linda only because she really didn't want that to happen again. Trisha had her left wrist broken in a struggle with another trainer some time ago and her wrist took months to heal properly, during which time the other trainers had taken great pride in making her hurt by hitting the soft cast on her injured wrist with whips and crops while it tried to heal. That was a year ago and she still had problems with that wrist. Trisha reminded herself of the fact that the only trainer that hadn't hurt her wrist while it healed was Linda.

After Trisha had apologized for struggling with her former friend, Linda escorted Trisha down to Central Makeup, stopping at the restroom just inside the door. The shorter filly knew the drill by now; stand over the toilet, take the hose by the bowl and put a fresh disposable tip on it. She added just a bit of lube and put the hose tip up her ass, using it to flush herself out for her client, regardless as to what he wanted this evening. In the beginning, as red collar 'performers' they were given an enema just so they wouldn't shit all over themselves if a tamer or trainer whipped them too hard. Now it was just part of the deal.

Once cleaned out properly, she sat in a makeup chair while a stylist did her mane, curling it just a little along with her tail. She was given a tasteful makeup job before finally being taken to her room to wait for her client.

***

Trisha was currently in room Torment 472, leaning against a wall with her arms crossed. She was standing by a bondage device she wasn't familiar with, waiting for the taller palomino equine to return with some items she had forgotten to bring with her. The buckskin female would have left the room and made an attempt to somehow flee to safety except for the chain from her collar to the wall, preventing her from going very far.

Even if she could have left the room, where would she have gone to? Even if she somehow had got out the front door, the security personnel in the parking lot would most likely just taze her and bring her back. The device she was standing by, a bench of sorts, was just the right height for her to be bound to and raped by a standing male. It had holes in it for her breasts to drop through and multiple attachment points for secure binding.

“See, Trish, I wasn't gone long at all." the taller female said calmly as she sat an armload of items on the table nearby. “I know this one looks really messed up but you have to do it, honey." Linda had to wipe a tear from her eye as she thought about the situation. “Trish, I'm sure you know I don't want to see you hurt but this is your job for the evening."

Trisha looked at the bench, wondering why anyone would think this up when Linda's talking to her again snapped her out of her musings. “You should give in to the program, honey. You could become a trainer and then all of this stuff would be behind you. Nobody would beat you anymore. Not even Master, unless you seriously fucked up." Trisha was still looking at the bench, trying to envision herself bound to it when her attention was drawn to her rather substantial arms, crossed across her chest under her bosom.

“Linda, I was just thinking, I realize I'm stronger than any of the trainers, including you, but something keeps me from using all of my strength to protect myself. I know this might sound weird but it's almost like I have some sort of failsafe programming that's in effect." That made Linda cringe; she knew something that she couldn't share with Trisha, no matter what. Trisha did have a failsafe that prevented her from harming others. Brandon felt it necessary for a chimera working in a brothel, just to protect themselves from a lawsuit should one of their chimerae kill a human, even if by accident.

After a few moments of uneasy silence had passed, the buckskin-colored one scowled as she made her thoughts known. “OK Linda, go ahead and set me up on this piece of shit deal. Just be careful and don't hurt my bad wrist, please? It's never been right since it was broken," she stated in a muffled voice, the muzzle cage on her face not allowing her to open her jaw at all.

Linda had been forced to muzzle her when Trisha had gotten quite snippy with a new hair stylist that had burned her several times with a curling iron. Trisha knew when Linda went to remove the cage, things would change, however. Linda loved to put things into her mouth, humiliating her as much as possible. Trisha thought that maybe Linda did this in an effort to try to make her think about becoming a trainer and put an end to end the humiliation. Linda carefully removed the cage from her face and then unlocked the chain from the wall before she spoke her mind.

“I guess I should be lucky you can't go postal on me at times. I hope you know I don't enjoy doing this to you at all, sweetie. Please hold out your arms," Linda asked, waiting for the smaller female to respond. She removed the narrow black bands around Trisha's wrists and replaced them with a pair of very heavy moulded leather wrist bands that were almost like wrist braces. These bands had a threaded steel insert on the inside of the wrist that Trisha was all too familiar with. Linda then added a heavy leather and steel neck band to replace her narrow one, a heavy steel waist belt and finished by making Trisha put the heavy leather and steel bands onto her own ankles.

“I'm sorry but this was his request, I was told. I don't think this is going to be very comfortable, sweetie." Linda and Trisha both knelt down by the bench, giving it some scrutiny before standing back up. “I hate to ask you to do this, sweetie. Lay down on the bench, face down," the taller one asked, waiting for the smaller female to obey her request. Once Trisha had done so, Linda took care of some business. She knelt down beside the smaller filly, gently fondling her breasts that hung down through the holes in the bench, playing very softly with the gold studs through her nipple piercings. This made the shorter female moan in response to this attention.

Linda took out some fasteners that had a hand knob on one end and a threaded shank on the other from a cabinet nearby. Using one of the fasteners, she fastened Trisha's belt to the bench firmly. Linda then put an eight inch spacer on the buckskin female's neck band, then fastened the spacer down to the bench. This caused Trisha to have to have her head laid out almost parallel with the bench top. Linda then brought out the device that Linda knew Trisha didn't want to see again.

“I'm sorry, Trisha, I won't savor watching you put this in because I know just how much you hate it," Linda stated, sitting down on the floor in front of the bench. She handed the smaller woman that device, a sixteen inch long hollow dildo and sat back, waiting for the Trisha to comply.

“Please! Not this one!" Trisha begged, knowing that her complaint had fallen on deaf ears.

“Trisha, look honey, just do it, please?" Linda requested, smiling a bittersweet smile. “I know it's screwed up but it's by request, hon. I'm sorry," Linda stated, trying to smile and keep from crying. Trisha took the dildo and after taking a deep breath, opened her mouth and began to slide it into her maw, continuing until it began to gag her, making her have to fight the reflex just to get it all the way into place. It had to go almost all the way into her with only two inches showing to attach to a special muzzle cage. Once Linda had caged her and attached the dildo to the cage, she was unable to communicate clearly. This also allowed the dildo and cage to be attached to the bench, pinning her head down firmly.

“Put your hands up here," the trainer asked, pointing to the portion of the framework supporting the bench, just under her shoulders. Linda winced as she secured her former roommate's left wrist band, pinning her left arm to the bench. Linda then did the same for her right arm and then pinned her ankles to supports under her hips, making her attachment complete. The taller equine femme then went over to a cabinet, pulled out a lubricant suppository and went around behind Trisha, gently shoving the goodie up Trisha's ass.

“I didn't want to remind you of this but I guess I should, sweetheart. You know how your client enjoys corn-holing his bitches so it's a foregone thought that you might not get to have normal sex with him on this visit." This made Trisha begin to cry, since she didn't like anal sex at all and she knew he would fuck her at least two or three times today. Not liking anal sex in itself was a contradiction, since she was a Brandon Biotech 87H series Heavy Equine pleasure model chimera. “See, if you were a trainer, this wouldn't happen to you. Nobody has had their dick or a dildo in my ass without my permission since I've become a trainer. See what you're missing, or should I say what you would never have to miss again?"

Linda used a strap to pull the smaller mare's tail dock out of the way, preventing her from covering her hole with it. She then shoved another suppository up the small one's ass, patting her on the rump afterward. “There, that should lube you up real good, honey. It's just a shame that you won't just give in to the program and become a trainer." She knelt down to look her former friend in the face as she said, “Before you even think it, I'm not enjoying this and I really hate to see you like this. That second suppository should lube you up real good for your client and you might actually enjoy it for a change. It's not necessary to mention that I did this for you, if somebody asks. I hope you know I care about you and I just hate to see you hurt." The taller mare then gave her a kiss on her cheek before leaving the room. What Trisha couldn't see was the tears in Linda's eyes as she went to the staff lounge for a cold, stiff drink and some quiet to settle her mind.

***

Trisha has been alone in her bondage, more than an hour and a half before she heard the door open again. Based on the footfalls she heard, this was Ed Crawford that had entered the room. He stopped, running his hand over her rump while he might have been looking at her setup.

“Hello Trisha. Sorry if I'm late this evening. Things were running a little long at my shop," he said after sitting down on a chair so he could pull off his hiking boots and socks. “I asked for you by name this time. I felt like you really enjoyed my cock in your ass on my last visit." This caused her to begin sobbing all over again, upset over the thought of being pumped in her ass only to be sore for several days once more.

Ed knelt down in front of her and caressed her cheek, wiping the tears from her face. “You seem upset, sweetie," he commented, wiping her nose for her with a tissue. He looked under the bench, finding the hand knob on the fastener to her muzzle cage and dildo. He removed the fastener, then her muzzle cage, finally removing the dildo from her maw. Ed was somewhat surprised at the length of the silicone invader inside her mouth as he pulled it out.

“Th ... thank you," she said to Ed, sniffing just a little. “I ... I've never been real hot on being fucked in the ass. I'm sorry Ed but that's how I feel." She turned her head away from him, expecting to be hit for her disobedience. Instead she felt him releasing her arms from their bondage. He then released her neck, waist and legs, letting her sit up.

“I can't do it like this, anyway. That didn't look comfortable one bit, even if I do like my women bound securely." Ed was thinking that Blue Hawaii had somewhat misinterpreted his desires this time. “Listen, Trish. How about if we do it on the bed? Would that be better? I do want you to know, it doesn't turn me on to hurt a woman. A beautiful woman properly tied up and restrained is a different thing, as long as you're not in pain."

“If we're baring our souls here, I should tell you that you were real rough on me the last time, Ed. I hurt for a few days over that session." Trisha sniffed again, finally blowing her nose on a tissue that Ed handed her.

“I'm sorry, honey but when you were gagged like that the last time, I couldn't ask you if it hurt you or not." he proffered up. “I promise to go easy on you and I'll stop if it hurts you too bad." She remembered her last encounter with him; she was bound hard to an angled table, set so he could stand up to screw her in the ass. She had this same long dildo in her maw that time too, unable to tell him it hurt like hell from lack of lubrication. At least in a bed she could move with him, making it less painful for herself.

“Well, OK then, we'll do it on the bed." She led him over to the bed, stopping to await direction from him. “Um, how would you like to do it, then? I'm not sure what you want me to do." she stated.

“Hmm, let's try this. Let's secure you to the bed face down with your ass up in the air for me." he directed, waiting until she had done so. She turned to look at him with a worried look on her muzzle.

“I'm sorry, Ed but I can't get into the equipment closet to get any hardware out." she informed him. He thought about it for a moment before he told her his thoughts in the matter.

“Well, I guess we'll do it without you being bound this time." She nodded, getting up on the bed for him. He got in behind her, his cock stiff and erect from being around her taut, muscular body. “Hand me that tube of lube on the night stand, please." he asked, using it to coat his cock thoroughly after he put a condom on it. He used his lubricated index finger to begin to loosen her up, going to two, then three fingers. He was being as gentle as possible, careful not to injure her.

“Am I hurting you?" he asked, stopping with three fingers inside of her.

“No, I'm fine so far." she replied. His fingers were beginning to stimulate her to some degree, making her horny for some reason. She was thinking “Just do me now," wanting him to enter her immediately.

“OK, let's go for it, Trisha, nice and easy," he stated, putting his cock against her tail hole. He put his hands on her hips, pulling back on her gently, slowly pushing against her resistance. She relaxed her asshole as best as she could, letting him slip inside easily from all the lube that was inside her. She caught her breath, the feeling of this encounter was not like the last time Ed was inside her. This was actually feeling good to her, so far. Ed began to slowly slide in and out of her, the condom he was wearing making it easy to do so. This was actually getting Trisha worked up further as her client drove just a little deeper each time.

Once he had caught his stride, his balls were bumping against her sex, stimulating her ever so slightly there, too. This was really doing it for her; Ed was being a gentleman about it and she was enjoying it to the hilt. Trisha was breathing hard, the sensations coursing through her making her ecstatic with joy. She was finally having anal sex and enjoying the hell out of it. He finally blew his load in her, almost falling over because she orgasmed with him, her sphincter muscles grabbing his tool firmly in response.

Ed had draped himself over Trisha's rump, breathing hard from his exertions and his orgasm. “That was ... unreal," he commented, rubbing her shoulders, sides and teasing her nipples ever so slightly with his strong hands.

“Thank you Ed, I really enjoyed that too," she replied, waiting for him to pull out of her. She had never enjoyed having anal sex so this was something new to her. He finally pulled out after his cock had went flaccid, pulling her close to him once he had laid down on the bed, kissing and cuddling with her. It was about that time that Trisha remembered that she was not tethered to anything, a clear violation of Blue Hawaii policy. That policy prevented her from being untethered with a guest except in a trainer or tamer's presence. The only exception was with a signed agreement between Blue Hawaii and the client, with the client accepting all responsibility for her, which Ed had not done. She quickly got his attention and made her request.

“Ed, you're going to have to secure me back to that bench right now, please! I can't be untethered like this!" Trisha was starting to get out of bed when her client stopped her.

“No, I'll get someone to get us a floor cable, Trish. I'll just use the call button." He hit the button on the head of the bed before she could stop him.

“Shit! Now I'll get whipped for sure!" she spat out, cringing at the thought of getting twenty stripes for this indiscretion. Ed quickly hugged her, trying to comfort her.

“No, I'll tell them it was my idea to let you go," he suggested, hoping to settle her down.

“Well, maybe she won't whip me too bad if you tell her that. I should have known better and asked you not to let me up." Trisha was still very on edge about this, considering she hadn't been whipped for this in quite some time. About that time, a short polite knock on the door was followed by Linda coming into the room. Trisha got up out of bed and knelt down on one knee in front of her trainer, waiting for her to tap her on the ear, allowing her up.

“What may I do for you, Sir?" Linda asked in her best demure voice, waiting for Ed to respond. She waited more than a few moments before tapping her former friend's ear.

“I would like you to set us up with a floor cable for Trisha, please."

“I think I can do that for you, Sir. You do know she's not to be untethered like this." Linda was giving her little equine friend a scowl, thinking that Trish might have had something to do with this request. After opening the equipment closet in the room with her key, she removed a floor cable and hooked it to the floor anchorage. She started to attach the other end to Trisha's collar but hesitated for a moment. She looked at Ed and asked very politely, “Would you mind if I spoke with Trisha in private outside?" Ed just shook his head and indicated the door so Linda lead Trisha out into the hallway. Once there, Linda backed the shorter femme up against the wall.

“I didn't really do anything wrong, Linda, I just forgot I wasn't supposed to be untethered, that's all," Trisha stated, crossing her arms and scowling at her. That was the wrong thing to do with the trainer in front of her.

“Trish! He wanted you bound up securely! How the hell did you get him to let you go?" Linda asked angrily, putting her hand roughly around her former friend's arm, squeezing it ever so slightly. “Trisha, you are such a knucklehead! And you tell me how in the world you could forget that you needed to be tethered? Good Grief !" Linda let go of the shorter woman's arm and pinched the bridge of her muzzle from the headache that was coming on. “Dammit, sweetie! This is so screwed up! I don't want to have to whip you for this! You know they're probably watching this conversation right now!" she pointed out, indicating the camera in the ceiling just a few feet from where they were standing. While the taller filly rubbed her temples to make the pain go away, Trisha decided to throw her two cents worth in.

“Look at the tapes, Linda. It'll prove to you that I did nothing to ask him to release me. He did it all on his own." She looked down at the floor as she suggested, “Why don't you ask him right now?" Linda led the smaller chimera back inside and confronted Mr. Crawford with this situation.

“Sir, I have to know; Did you let her go from the bench yourself or was it her idea?" Linda seemed almost furious at the moment over this issue. She was breathing hard and her ears were pinned back, sure signs she was pissed off. What was really making her upset was the fact that she might have to punish Trisha for this after all. That was the last thing she wanted to do, to have to whip her friend, the one that she had roomed and worked with for almost all of their lives. She was trying not to completely lose her cool while she waited for the client's reply.

“Don't get your thong in a bind, Linda. I let her up off that bench myself," Ed replied, looking rather smug with himself. “That thing doesn't look properly functional as a bondage device to me anyway." Ed gave the bench a push with his foot, wishing he could beat it to pieces with a sledgehammer instead.

“It was built based on what you told an attendant a few weeks ago when you were with Lori Beth." Linda pointed out. Lori Beth was a Siberian husky chimera that lived to be bound in any way possible. She would have willingly slept the night bound to this bench if Ed would have asked her to.

“Hmm, so you say." Ed tried to remember that evening but the conversation that night eluded him. He looked at Linda, thinking that she knew more about it than him so why not ask her what he was giving thought to. “Care to try this bondage bench for yourself and let me know what you think?" Ed asked the taller mare, waiting for a reply.

“It doesn't look that bad but you can't afford to find out my feelings in the matter. I'm a trainer, so I'm pretty sure that I would cost too much for your wallet."

“How much is your time by the hour?" he asked, giving her a devious smile.

“You have to pay for a trainers' company by the night, Sir. You probably can't afford me."

That statement pissed Ed off, making him fish a credit card out of his wallet and go to the terminal by the door. He punched up Linda's profile, selecting one night. He slid his card through the reader and the display came up, “Card accepted. Linda is already in your room. Would you like to start your time with her now?" It gave the choices of Yes, No and Pick a Time. Ed chose 'yes', turning to the trainer and smiling a wicked smile.

“You're mine until noon tomorrow, sweetheart. You know, I was gonna let it slide before you got smart with me. Now I intend to see if you like this device. Strip. Now." He stood there, watching the look of surprise cross her muzzle. She stood there momentarily, thinking about what to do next. Ed turned to Trisha and told her, “Remove your bondage gear, honey. Your trainer here is in need of it right now."

Linda removed her equipment harness, bustier, thong and bands, setting them on the bed. She begrudgingly took each piece that Trisha hesitantly handed her, putting each bondage piece on her body in turn. She laid down on the bench while Ed secured her belt and collar snugly to it. He then handed her the dildo, smiling as she had to force past the gag reflex to get it all the way in. He quickly caged her, bolting her muzzle cage to the bench. He quickly finished by attaching her arms and legs to the bench in question.

Ed Crawford looked at the handiwork in front of him, thinking about what to do next. He looked at the dildo harness that Linda had taken off and handed it to Trisha, giving her a devious smile.

“I think you know what to do with this." Trisha nodded as she took it from him, put it on and went to the closet to get a rather large dildo with dozens of small knobs on it, connecting it to the appropriate point on her 'borrowed' harness and making sure it was secure. She went to the night stand to get the tube of lubricant when Ed stopped her. “No, give it to her in the ass dry." Trisha stopped, then slowly turned to face Mr. Crawford so she could speak her mind.

“Ed, I'm still a bit mad at her right now over this bench thing but there's no way that I would give it to her dry. That wouldn't be right, considering I have to work with her every day. Let her have an enema first and then let me lube her up." Trisha didn't hate her enough to do a dry fuck to her trainer right now. Linda had lubed her up properly for Ed and maybe that did let her enjoy her ass being pounded so, no, she couldn't do this to her former friend.

This was also a relief for Linda, considering she hadn't had an enema beforehand. There was nothing worse in her mind than having her fudge packed like that without getting cleaned out first. In another way, however, she was kind of let down because that was her favorite shape of dildo Trisha had selected.

“This is really weird, ladies. Why do I think you two used to be good friends?" Ed mused, looking at the situation at hand. “You sure act like you were friends at one time." Trisha confirmed his suspicions for them.

“We used to be friends but that friendship was destroyed when Linda whipped me until I bled." Trish was upset, thinking about that particular night again. She remembered straining against the shackles attached to the ceiling while Linda had put the spreader bar between her ankles, bolting that bar down to the floor afterward. She took a whip from the wall and began to whip Trisha's back, counting each blow that she administered. Trisha had screamed loudly from the first strike and it seemed like she had screamed non-stop for over twenty lashes. She only stopped screaming when Linda had ceased by Master's command and that was for her to wipe the blood off of the whip!

The shorter chimera mare remembered begging hysterically for Master to stop the whipping but he let Linda continue for a few more lashes before stopping her. Trisha remembered looking down at the blood dripping off of her left nipple where it had run down from her shoulder, laid open by a real whip. Master had deliberately let Linda use a real 12 plait braided bull whip instead of the light-weight moulded composite ones used by the other trainers.

“You're telling me that she whipped you? Have you ever asked her why she did this?" Ed could sense that something was really wrong here so he decided to find out for sure. He removed the muzzle cage and dildo from Linda and asked her point blank; “Did you really whip Trisha like she's telling me?"

“I won't lie to you Mr. Crawford, I did whip her. She never would let me tell her why I did it, though," the taller mare replied, giving her client a scowl. “I tried afterward to comfort her but she pushed me away. It hurt me and it made me feel so cold, so angry inside." Linda looked over at her friend while she told Mr. Crawford, “I became a trainer just so I could protect her from being hurt again but as you can see, I haven't been very successful."

“Is this true?" he asked the smaller mare. She just nodded in agreement, somewhat embarrassed to admit that she had never given her friend a real chance to explain. Trisha sat down on the bed, taking a moment to unbuckle the dildo harness from her body and setting it aside. It was clear that she, too was very upset over this whole affair.

Ed dug out his cell phone from his pile of clothing, making a quiet phone call once he had walked out on the balcony in a robe. It was apparent that he was probably talking to someone he knew and he was pleased with the way the call had turned out. He came back in the room with a smile on his face as he told them the news.

“I have a friend that will cover for me at my surfboard shop for a few days. I'm gonna get you two back together as friends. I used to be pretty good at this when I did it for a living." He went to the terminal and paid for their services until Sunday for each girl, amused at the tact that the credit card company had let Blue Hawaii know he could have the women for over one hundred days, according to his credit line.

“Are you going to leave Linda like that all weekend or will you let her up sometime soon?" Trisha asked, looking over at her trainer. She knew that bench was very uncomfortable but their feelings weren't important here. She was really concerned with Linda retaliating on her, giving her some very rough customers as a payback. She also knew that Linda was right; she needed to become a trainer just to get some control over her life again. She thought if Linda could do it, maybe she could too.

Ed was looking at the palomino colored mare, thinking it over for a bit before he replied to her question.

“Well, you're right, Trisha. I guess I should let her up from that bench." He knelt down and released Linda from the bench, helping her to stand again. “Was that comfortable for you?" he asked the taller chimera, getting only a dirty look in return. That confirmed his suspicions.

“Why don't both of you get dressed? You know, at least put on a robe or something?" Ed suggested, sitting down in the recliner. “I'll moderate the discussion to get you two back together but I expect both of you to participate."

“What if I don't want to participate?" Linda asked. She didn't want to have Trisha reject her reasons why this all happened once again. That really hurt when Trisha pushed her away the day after she had whipped her in the first place and Linda just wasn't ready to revisit that hurt right now.

“Linda, you're supposed to make me, the paying customer happy. If I can restore your friendship, that will make me very happy." He thought about it for a moment or two before he asked, “Anyone for pizza?" This immediately got Linda's attention.

“Yeah, I would like some pizza, maybe a combo just like Trisha likes ..." Her voice tapered off as she looked over at the shorter equine female. “I'm sorry, Trisha. Maybe you could pick out what kind to get. He was your client to begin with."

“A combo's fine with me, and maybe some Diet Dr. Pepper," Trisha stated as she slipped a robe on. The smaller filly started to close the door to the clothes closet but stopped and looked at her former friend. She took a robe out of the closet for her and handed it to Linda, leaving the taller woman with a very shocked look on her muzzle. Ed ordered an extra large pizza and their sodas from the Round Table Pizza parlor downstairs using the terminal by the door, having to deal with a pop-up ad offering to change credit card providers for a lower interest rate that was obscuring the screen until Ed could get it to go away.

Ed went over to stand by the couch, motioning for them to sit down together. Once Linda had sat down, Trisha sat as far away from her as possible, making Ed scowl at her.

“No, I want you to sit right next to her, touching her if possible," he indicated, waiting for Trish to do so. Linda put her arm around the shorter mare's shoulders and hugged her, making Trisha glower just slightly.

“Now what do we do?" Trisha asked, waiting for direction from their client. It was obvious that she was very unhappy with the situation at the moment.

“Linda, tell your friend why you whipped her like that." was the response from the male. This made the taller mare uneasy now. “Go on, tell her the truth about why you did it. There has to be a reason behind it and I'm sure Trisha would like to hear it."

“Um, I uh, ..." The palomino colored filly was clearly upset by this, not sure where to start. “Gah, this is so hard to do," she stated, obviously uncomfortable too. She took a deep breath to clear her head and continued. “I was brought to Master's private 'studio' one evening and he forced me to straddle a dildo on a stand that was screwed to the floor. The security personnel adjusted the height on it until that invader was jammed so painfully deep into my cunt that it forced me to stand up as straight as I could and then he had my arms cabled off tightly to the ceiling by my wrists. Master whipped me and beat on me with paddles and rods until I think I passed out sometime the next morning. He didn't really hit me real hard, it was just sensory overload from being hit so many times, I think. I'm still a bit foggy about this." she had to stifle a sob before she continued.

“He had Trisha brought into the room some time later after I had recovered a bit and told me if I didn't whip her as hard as I could, he would have me beat again. He told me I had but one chance at this before he chained me up beside her and let a tamer whip both of us. He promised me I couldn't hurt her since I wasn't trained." Trisha's mouth was hanging open, a look of utter surprise on her muzzle. “He left out the part about not hurting her if I was using a lightweight trainer's whip. I had a tamer's whip in my hands. I did it because I was scared out of my mind that I would get whipped again by a tamer."

“You didn't know that?" Ed asked Trish.

“No, I didn't ..." It was clear she was now feeling very embarrassed. “I really didn't know Master had done that to break Linda's will. Now I feel like an asshole for treating you like I have." she stated to the taller mare. “I'm just so sorry I wouldn't let you explain." Trisha turned and hugged her friend while tears began to stream from her eyes. “I hope you can forgive me for being such an asshole." she forced out between sobs, her body shaking with her sobbing. Linda was now beginning to cry too, her emotions beginning to run away with her.

“I forgive you, Trish," the taller mare replied, hugging her friend tightly while tears rolled down her muzzle freely. “Master had scared the crap out of me by telling me what I had to do. He gave me no choice in the matter." Ed was smiling widely, his job completed perfectly.

“I knew I could get you two back together." he pointed out, giving them both a knowing smile. “True friendship survives in the face of any obstacle." He got up to answer a polite knock on the door only to find their meal had arrived. The female, a semi-human-appearing chimera with pointed elf ears, bowed down until Ed told her to stand up at which time she recognized Linda. She hurried over to kneel on one knee in front of the mare, waiting for her to touch her ear to let her stand up.

“Stand and get out of here, you sorry fairy cunt!" Linda bellowed, standing up to tap the female on the ear and waiting until she had accepted a tip of five dollars from Ed before she left the room. Ed was thinking about what had been said this evening so he had to ask for some information.

“You've both said something about trainers and tamers. What's the difference between them, if any?" Ed needed clarification on this matter while he served up some pizza to the two females. Linda decided to fill him in on the differences.

“I'm a trainer as indicated by my chrome studs on my black leather collar. I move performers from room to room if staff isn't available, I set up performers for their clients and I put on floor shows with them. I also do 'reinforcement training' when it's needed. A tamer only wears wrist bands that have gold studs on turquoise leather. Her job is a bit different, though. A tamer is a trainer that is mainly used to break the will of the hard cases and she usually does floor shows with the more interesting ones." Linda was looking at her meal as if thinking about that fact caused her to get queasy. She then added this snippet; “We don't have a tamer currently. She was loaned out to another Blue facility that's starting up." Ed, however didn't heard the last of that conversation, still thinking about the floor shows.

“When you say floor shows, you mean those bondage shows where the women are chained up and whipped? That's all for show, isn't it?" Linda and Trisha both looked at him as if they didn't want to answer him. It really didn't matter because Ed figured it out for himself by the look that he saw on their faces. Linda finally broke the uneasy silence.

“If the girl is smart, it is just a show. If she's a hard case, then it's not and she really is getting the shit whipped out of her, literally. Most girls wise up to the fact that it's all a show, learning to take a light hit and make it seem like the skin is being torn from her body. That's why I keep trying to get Trish to be a trainer; so she wouldn't have to 'perform' on stage like that." Now it was Ed's turn to have his mouth hanging open.

“You're serious about this, aren't you?!?" he blurted out, shaking his head in denial.

“Most people don't know it's all legal here in Hawaii as long as the performer is a chimera and she's given immediate medical attention afterward. We have medics standing by in the wings, waiting for the performance to finish so they can care for the performers. Our performers get only the best in treatment and the latest trauma drugs that won't cause your body to build up a dependency for them."

Linda gave Ed a nervous smile as she continued. “When I have to do a show, I try to work with the same girls each time and I only lay the whip to them hard on the last strike _ and only _ if I have to, bringing just a little blood." Trisha was nodding her head in agreement with that. She had been laid open badly only once during a performance and that time was quite by accident. Linda was almost in tears that night as she apologized after the show to the shorter mare for bringing so much blood.

“So you're saying it would be safer for Trisha to be a trainer than to do what she's doing now?"

“It would be a whole lot safer for her." She hugged the shorter mare lovingly as she pointed out, “A trainer only needs ten clients of her choice to service and she would never perform on the receiving end of a whip again." Linda began to cry again, thinking about her friend dancing in chains for some trainer's whip that was a sadist and didn't care about the rules. It had happened once already and Trisha was lucky to have survived that attack at all.

“Trisha, why don't you become a trainer?" Ed asked, thinking it would be far better for her in the long run and maybe she would let him be one of her clients. Linda finally got her composure together enough to throw in her two cents worth.

“Trish, please become a trainer for your own health and safety. I have it a lot better now that I'm a trainer, honey. My suite is almost as big as this one, I'm allowed to have another wardrobe to wear off-duty and the food in the staff cafeteria is just out of this world. Please give it some thought, will you? For me? For yourself??" Her friend was practically in tears as she asked Trisha to consider this change in roles.

“Let me think about this, please? I'm not one hundred percent sure I can be a trainer, Linda. I ... I'll have to think about this a lot before I make a decision." Trisha took a bite of her pizza, chewing it thoughtfully. This would need a whole lot of soul searching before she could agree to become a trainer because once you're a trainer, there's no going back.

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