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stretched high over her head
before knotting it onto her left cuff, so both of her arms were high enough she
almost had to go onto tiptoes.
    Without saying a word, he lubed her ass with one
finger, then two, and stepped away to retrieve the second largest training
plug. Her ass was still sore from the enemas and then being thoroughly fucked,
and she shook her head and begged with her eyes, but he merely lifted her by
the hips with his left arm, so she was in the air with her weight on his
forearm as he used his right hand to insert the plug.
    She screeched as the widest part stretched her open,
and gave a small scream when it finally slid home and he settled her feet back
on the floor.
    “You’ve seen the pony-girls run with their knees
high. Get started.”
    Sam looked at him in confusion as it took a few
seconds for her brain to process his words, and she felt a sting to her left
calf muscle. She looked down to see a crop in his hands as he said, “Now,
Samantha. Run in place and pull your knees high with each step.”
    Sam grabbed the rope as she lifted first one knee,
and then the other. The plug in her ass shifted with each step, and she felt
her ab muscles engage, as well as her thighs and calves. Within the first dozen
steps her torso stretched, so she could land on her heels and use her entire
foot to push back up.
    Ethan circled her as she ran, critiquing her form and
occasionally using the crop on her ass, thighs, and calves. “More graceful,
land softer and push up like a deer. I’ll add things to your body as we go;
this is the easy part. Concentrate on your form.”
    When he finally allowed her to stop, it was only to
add scratchy hemp rope around her rib cage, and then to circle each breast
until they stuck out lewdly. He held a bottle with a straw so she could drink.
“This is six ounces. You can have the whole thing.”
    She sucked it down, and he tweaked both her nipples
before he stepped away and put the crop back into striking position. “Run for
me, Samantha.”
    It was harder to breathe now, with the rope
encircling her ribs, and she was more conscious of her naked breasts.
    “Point your toes when they’re in the air,” he said as
the crop struck her ass. “Graceful, Samantha. I know you can do this. We’ve
barely begun.”
    Sam was breathing hard when he let her stop again,
and she was beginning to hate the damned crop.
    After giving her another six ounces of sports drink,
he produced a large dildo and said, “Raise your right leg.” He held his left
arm out and she propped her leg across it, but he shook his head and said,
“Graceful, Samantha.”
    Taking a breath to keep from snapping at him, she
straightened her leg, pointed her toe, and arched her back, which pushed her
breasts out even farther.
    He nodded. “Better. I hope you’re wet, because I
didn’t bring lube.” The dildo pushed at her entrance a few seconds before
sliding in, and Sam groaned at the invasion. Yes, she was wet, but the damned
thing was nearly as big around as Ethan.
    More hemp rope was on a nearby chair, and he gently
let her leg down as he continued to hold the dildo in, and stretched to grab
the rope.
    It only took a few minutes for him to fashion another
prickly harness around her, and while he didn’t place a knot over her clit, he
spread her lips and settled the rope directly against the sensitive bundle of
nerves so it would rub as she ran.
    Instead of the crop, now he circled her from a little
farther away with a cruel double-tailed whip. When she displeased him, he
sometimes allowed just the tips of the whip to kiss her, and sometimes stepped
in and let go with the full force of the strands, which wrapped around her and
left what she was sure would be terrible welts.
    The plug and dildo shifted with each step, the rope
around her rib cage kept her from fully inflating her lungs, and was beginning
to rub and irritate the base of her breasts as well as the circumference of her
ribs. Her abs, thighs, and