[EX] Down on the Farm: Training Barn
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				Title: <strong>[EX] Down on the Farm: Training Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thewhitedusk</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 16:40:24</strong>
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				The Training Barn is the place used to break people down.&nbsp; There are posts to be tied to, bars to be hung from, harnesses to be hooked into, and pens to be kept in.&nbsp; There are many different tools within it, such as whips, flogs, restraints, and much more.&nbsp; Please keep Bestiality out of this thread.&nbsp; The threads allowing it are labled in the info.<br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/TheFarmSetting.jpg)(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Stables01.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Training Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 14:25:41</strong>
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				<div align="center">Continued from the Farm House (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=50573.msg2406320#msg2406320)<br></div>When Alves pushed open the doors, he instantly shoved Tara to the ground again, sending the girl sprawling on her back. His expression visibly changed; He no longer looked like a primal beast. Instead, that suave smile reappeared, as if he were passively enjoying all of this, which he was.<br><br>Alves stood over her, not saying anything. He backed up a little bit, as if waiting for her to get up. He kept grinning though, perhaps making Tara feel uneasy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Training Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 15:41:46</strong>
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				Tara looked around from where he had thrown her.&nbsp; What kind of place was this?&nbsp; The harnesses didn't look quite right, and the mere existence of the whips made her skin crawl.&nbsp; <br><br>After catching her breath, she started to her feet, watching the man the whole time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Training Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 11:44:19</strong>
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				When she tried to rise again, Alves again shoved her to the ground, but this time he followed through, wrestling her until she was laying on her stomach. "You don't do anything without my permission anymore. This is the hard part, I'll have you know," he muttered, as he began to rifle through his pockets for... Something. "It's not like they're going to voluntarily chain their wrists to the stock, you know?" Of course, Tara probably didn't know... Tara was probably thinking more about escaping.<br><br>Finally Alves pulled out of his pocket, with a small, clear plastic baggie in hand, two pills inside of it. He lifted his weight off of her body and flipped her onto her back, then rested on her chest again, not squeezing her to death but sure as hell discouraging her from moving. "We've got a very delicate operation going here, and have all the technology and the machinery we need, but sometimes you just have to fuck all the bullshit and use some pills." He pulled the two pills from his baggie, and gripped her tightly by the face with his free hand. "Open your mouth. You will swallow these. Or you will be beaten until you lose consciousness, and I will <em>not</em> be gentle. It is your choice."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Training Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 16:14:14</strong>
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				Alves was much stronger than she was, Tara realized.&nbsp; She heard everything he said, and the mention of the 'delicate operation' along with the pills being pressed into her mouth brought her to only one conclusion:<br><br>This was some kind of drug-producing plant.&nbsp; She was pretty sure it wouldn't be pot, but opium was certainly a possibility - maybe cocaine, going by Arroyo's accent.&nbsp; The cop must be corrupt, and had to be getting workers for the farm to tend the fields or something.<br><br>The options in front of her looked grim.&nbsp; Either she resisted and got beaten, or she choked down the pills and maybe got addicted.&nbsp; Of course, she might be able to puke the drugs up, if this bought her a few moments out of the man's hands.<br><br>She swallowed hard, feeling the tiny ovals slide down.&nbsp; They felt huge due to the dryness of her throat, and she couldn't help coughing a bit - but the damage was done.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Training Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 17:15:02</strong>
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				They kept rohypnol on hand, but Alves was not entirely familiar with the drug, not sure how long it would take for her to become drowsy and to eventually black out. So he stayed on top of her, not willing to take a chance with her escaping, though he did ease his weight off of her a little bit. "That's a good girl. So obedient." He reached down to brush some of the reddish hair out of her face, admiring the smudged, pale look of her cheeks. Tara had been terribly cooperative thus far; Her fight or flight had broken, or perhaps she possessed that third option: "roll over and play dead".<br><br>"What is your full name?" He asks. He would keep asking her questions until she was unable to answer.<br><br>"Where were you born?"<br><br>"Where is your family?"<br><br>"Why are you here, in this state?"<br><br>"Are you expected to return soon?"<br><br>It went on until Alves was entirely confident that she was too dumbed up by drugs to resist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Training Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 18:00:39</strong>
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				By the end of the interrogation, Alves would know that he was dealing with Tara Callahan, born and raised in Virginia, and that she was essentially a runaway.&nbsp; As strange as that might seem for a young woman of 23, she had dropped out of sight and left home.&nbsp; If they were looking for her, it certainly wasn't this far from home.<br><br>By that time, the drugs had also had a chance to seep into her system.&nbsp; She was still conscious, but looked very confused.&nbsp; There was a dim recollection that she was going to try - something, but the finer detail of actually purging had slipped away as the drug took hold.&nbsp; It would have been too late at that point anyways.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Training Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 20:01:00</strong>
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				When he was satisfied, not only with her confessions but with her diminished state of awareness, Alves lifted her off of the ground; She came easily, not putting up any fight, and her weight was no great task for him. He settled her onto a bay of hale, the stuff scratchy on her back, and he began to remove her clothing, one piece at a time, taking his precious time. "You're very beautiful, Tara," he said casually, as he pulled her panties off, the final piece, and tossed them into the pile he had created. She had enough strength to move around still, and she seemed to protest as much as possible, but she made quadriplegics seem like energetic balls of fury. When he was done, he gathered each of her hands together, and began to bind them in strange leather gloves (http://www.madame-s.com/images/items/SL054_0.jpg) that he had retrieved from an otherwise unassuming rusty toolbox stashed behind the hay.<br><br>When he had finished, she still had a decent range of motion, but her hands were bound together of course. To keep her from squealing, he placed a matching leather restraint over her mouth. It would not restrict her breathing, but she would have to scream her lungs out to make a whisper of sound. "Hold still, Tara," he said gently, as he left her, leaving her to squirm lazily on the hay for a moment. He returned with a long, metal chain, ending in a hook. He wrapped the hooked end around a metal loop in the glove contraptions, and coerced Tara back to her feet. "Stand still," he told her, "And don't try to remove the chains.<br><br>He went over to the side of the barn and began to wind a mechanism, and soon Tara could feel the chains tugging at her. Whether she liked it or not, whether she stood and went willingly or she was dragged, she soon ended up in the center of the barn, and was hoisted a good foot into the air. It was surprisingly not as uncomfortable as one would be led to believe, but it still chafed at Tara's hands. He lowered her a little bit, allowing her to stand, as long as she stretched to stand on her toes. "Good," he purred. She could not see him from behind her, and after a few moments of silence, one might have believed that Alves had left the barn, but soon she felt the crack of a leather whip against her back, instantly breaking the skin. No matter how hard she cried, she couldn't bite her tongue and end it all. Nor could she make enough sound or protest enough to get out of her situation. She could perhaps try to gradually turn, propelled by her toes, but then he could just reposition himself behind her, or whip at her chest. She had no tactical advantage in all of this. "You're not Tara Callahan. Don't think of yourself as Tara anymore," he chided, cracking the leather against her back again. "You were born in Virginia, but you're being remade here. You're not Tara Callahan. You can't say this, but you know this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Training Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 20:23:40</strong>
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				Tears sprang into her eyes at each whip crack, and they trickled down over the leather straps as she tried to comprehend why this was happening to her.&nbsp; All she wanted was to get away from the stinging blows, but her attempts to manage this were more instinctive than planned.<br><br>Slowly, the name 'Tara' began to be associated with the pain.&nbsp; The drug kept her from rationalizing her way out of that - she just wanted it all to stop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Training Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 21:01:08</strong>
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				She was not bleeding profusely, but she was bleeding. A thin rivulet of blood had crawled down her back and pooled in her ass-crack. He didn't know if he should take it as symbolism- Her sexuality and pain- or just something sexy to see. Truthfully, he did not lash her too much, less than two dozen times. When he was done, he tossed the whip to the side and approached her. He could hear her sniffling, hear her muffled sobs beneath the leather leather gag.<br><br>"Dear Tara," he cooed, sounding nicer than he ever had. "Does that hurt?" he asks, running one hand gently over the curve of her breasts. The look of pain in her eyes was so horribly exquisite... His fingers soon probed her exposed sex, and Alves toyed with her hole for a moment. "Doesn't that feel much better than being whipped? This is what it will feel like for the rest of your life if you're obedient."<br><br>He changed his tone then, sounding like the nasty Alves who wielded the whip. "And this is what happens if you act out of line," he said, reaching behind her back to grip at her torn skin, not being too gentle about it. "I know you can't answer me; I don't want your answer yet." She probably hadn't noticed, in her drugged and pain-tortured state, but there were small holes in her mask, to act as breathing holes. He rummaged through his toolbin again, and came back with a bottle of water. Alves twisted the cap off and stuck a long, thin straw into it, and gently probed into her mouth with the straw. "Drink up. I don't want you to get thirsty. Uncle Alves isn't a mean man. He just wants you to act better. Drink up..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Training Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 21:39:52</strong>
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				Tara was making incoherent whimpers as she felt his hand on her.&nbsp; She expected pain from him - but that wasn't what was happening.&nbsp; With the way her parents had brought her up, she'd never had a man touching her in that way.&nbsp; Even through the pain of her torn back, there was a vague sense of - anticipation.<br><br>It would feel like this if she just - gave in?<br><br>And then there was the bright flash of pain as he threatened her again.&nbsp; No!&nbsp; She didn't want that!<br><br><em>Act better.&nbsp; Drink up.</em><br><br>It would have been a natural thing to want, but his soft command reinforced the idea that she was doing something he wanted her to do.&nbsp; As the water bathed her pain-tightened throat, it washed away a little more of Tara's resistance. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Training Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 15:59:05</strong>
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				He held that bottle to her face until she had drank her fill, and even then Alves encouraged her to drink up the whole bottle. "You have to drink it all," he chided, gently encouraging her until finally it was empty. He tossed it to the side, and returned again to his rusty toolbox. "This is going to hurt, but I have to do this. Remember, this doesn't have to happen again if you're a good girl."<br><br>She would be wracked with unbelievable pain when he began to spread the antibiotic on her back, a measure to prevent her from getting an infection. It would be bad business if every other newcomer had their back lashed and they became infected... Fever and the chills would come soon if he didn't disinfect them immediately. "Azura, Azura," he cooed, having devised a good name for his new girl.<br><br>When he had finished, he wiped the rest of the creamy ointment on his jeans and returned the nearly empty bottle of stuff to his toolbox. Returning to stand in front of her, he said in another gentle tone, "Do you want to be Azura?" When he said her new name, he ran a finger along her pubic area, light and tantalizing. "Or... Do you insist on being Tara," he said, reaching behind her back and raking his fingers across her torn skin again.<br><br>"Sleep on it. I'll collect you tomorrow." He stood there to admire her body for another moment before he left, turning off the light to leave Tara- Azura?- in relative darkness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Training Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 16:16:20</strong>
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				Her mind was hazed with the effects of the drug and the whipping as she hung in the darkness.&nbsp; The construction of the restraints made it so that she was only able to doze fitfully, although they didn't cause pain in and of themselves.<br><br><em>Azura... Tara...</em> The two names swirled in her disjointed thoughts, one tied to pleasure as tenuously as the other was tied to pain.&nbsp; She wanted to escape the pain, but there was something wrong here.&nbsp; Something very wrong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Down on the Farm: Training Barn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 19:12:33</strong>
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				It was later in the evening when Alves finally returned. The sun was setting over the red maples, making the most gorgeous display Alves could imagine... It was a shame that Azura was tucked away inside of the barn, with no windows to see. He entered the barn and flicked one of the light switches, illuminating the interior but only lighting half of the lights... He didn't intend to blind her.<br><br>"Wake up, Azura," he said in a stern tone. He strode over to where she was hanging and delicately touched her torn back. "Does that hurt? I'm sorry. But I've got to get you cleaned up." He rounded past her to face her front, and unclasped the leather mask that covered her mouth so that she could breathe a little easier. "What is your name?" He asked.
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