Now your easy days are over and we'll get you to work to earn your keep."Chapter FourI didn't really think any more, not in the way I used to. It was ...ore a kind of mental humming, or static, as I passed from one dehumanizing torture to the next.Each morning, I was let out of my stall in the barn, with my bare flesh marked with the strands of hay that were my only bedding. I was led into a small wooden enclosure, and the newness of morning making me freshly aware that my ass was full of a large. Really, I know how to be insistent when I need to be. “This is Ass Training Week for Sheila,” I said. “And you, dear Matthew, are now my Anal Trainer.”*** Once I made myself clear how serious I was, Matt quickly reverted to form just like I had hoped. That afternoon he dragged me off to a sex shop. I was grateful I hadn’t been wearing any kind of Nu-Rave ensemble that day, I didn’t want to come off to any needy patrons like an Amsterdam whore. My pleated plaid skirt was of fairly modest length,. “I fucked you guys?” I asked her, feeling pretty confused.I rolled over and sat up so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed, making it easier to gulp down some more of the liquid caffeine that I so desperately needed. Heather groaned in protest as she tried to keep me next to her.Oh boy did you ever! You slammed that sister snatch for hours! You made them eat a creampie every time that you switched, plus you spanked both of them until they came, and then you did them each in the ass too! It. "Richard?" It was Gloria. "Where are you?" I'm at the cabin," I said, "Or in the stream by the cabin. Where areyou?" "I'm at the Cabin," She insisted, "And I don't see any sign of you oryour car. Are you sure you're at the right place?" "I followed your directions," I said, "The ones on your desk." "Oh no," her voice in the receiver sounded odd. "I hope you didn't pickup the wrong set -- to the cabin where the Women's Wrestling Team isstaying." I had a sudden picture of myself being spotted,.