1 comments/ 44021 views/ 3 favorites Intern's Adventure By: dungeonguy59 Done with her morning tasks around the house, Sarah headed down the dusty street from her aunt and uncle's square and plain frame house to the town depot, her daily routine to make an attempt to break the sleepy everday routine of her existence. As she frequently did, she stood on the platform and stared down the railroad tracks that led to the horizon, always promising something more exciting and exotic over the horizon. Sarah sighed, wishing she could be on one of the trains that stopped, taking her away from the dull, oppressive mid-day heat and never-ending boredom of this small farm town in the midst of miles of never-ending corn and wheat... Sarah mused over her impending fate, feeling doomed to end up like her aunt, her life consisting of little other than raising children and cooking and cleaning, aged far too quickly. She wished there were more options for girls like her, ambitious, adventurous, and far too intelligent for her surroundings. She knew some managed to escape long enough to get a brief education at a normal school, but ending up as the spinster schoolmarm really didn't have much more appeal. She still held the last letter from her cousin Nathan...she envied him being a male, able to escape at the age of sixteen to take on a career with the railroad. He wrote of the hardships and long hours, but reading through his sparse lines, she could tell he would never trade his job for anything. Starting off as a telegrapher's assistant at a tiny station in the Montana mountains, only two years later he was now a brakeman, writing of his upcoming conductor's examination. How she wished she could be like him..she had never even been out of the county, but already he had experienced the deserts, mountains and forests, and ocean coasts she had only been able to read about. She had perked up a little when reading this last letter, when he mentioned in passing how one of the larger railroads had been hiring young women for internship positions at their larger terminals and main offices. She hoped these rumors to be true, the thought of getting as far away as possible from her stifling existence here her main stimulant. Living in Chicago, St. Louis, Denver, San Francisco, anywhere...even manning a station in the rugged mountains, no one there to take care of her but herself.... Adding to Sarah's turmoil was the powerful sexual feelings that had been boiling over as of late. Her aunt's sparse information on womanhood had been grim and reminded her of her religious obligations....how proper girls stay chaste until their wedding night. That did Sarah little good, however, when her mind drifted along with her fingers, under her sheets late on a cold night. Sarah had little use for the boys around her own age...they all seemed simple-minded bumpkins, only angling to make her their wife and wail out new farmhands for. She hated how it seemed she could so easily wrap any male around her fingers, her straight and fair looks and long, strawberry blonde hair seeming to captivate any male passing her way. She had savored a book she had run across at the library, reading her only window on the outside world. It was a medieval adventure tale, of a princess captured and held for ransom by a dark and cruel knight...it had little basis in reality, but the thought of being controlled by a strong and dominating man started her thighs stroking together gently every time she read her favorite passages...her eager mind filling in the unmentioned sexual angles... "Good morning Miss Sarah, telegram for you" the station agent greeted her with as she absent-mindedly strolled into the depot office, her mind still wandering over thoughts of what it would be like to be shackled and chained in the depths of some ancient castle's dungeons...rescue doubtful, her captor's lustful gaze more inviting then threatening.... Sarah snapped back to reality as the crusty but friendly agent handed the telegram over to her. She assumed it was a friendly informational greeting from her cousin, due to his former position as an agent and telegrapher, no doubt still with many connections, but as she read it over, it's formality made her jaw drop..... "To Miss Sarah Johnson...stop. Your cousin, Mr. Nathan Johnson of the Northern Pacific Railroad has informed our personnel department you are interested in a position as an intern administrative assistant..stop. We curently are interviewing females for positions at our Chicago and San Francisco offices...stop. Arrangements have been made for your passage on our business train which will be arriving on the rear of our train No. 2 tonight..stop. Be on platform promptly at 21:00 hours, an official will meet you at the rear platform...stop. Sincerely, Chicago personnel office. "Sounds like you're joining your cousins in the railroad life, ehh?" the agent asked Sarah...her mind racing too fast to comprehend things.."Mmm, yes, I guess I'm heading to Chicago tonight for an interview" Sarah stammered, already thinking carefully about what to pack and what she should wear... The conversation with her aunt afterwards had been tense and short...the subject of how proper young women hardly headed off unescorted to large cities...a single woman in her circumstances little better than a common harlot, in her aunt's eyes. The end effect, however, was to make up Sarah's mind even firmer. She packed her small case and then set about bathing herself and making herself presentable for the long trip and her interview.... As instructed, Sarah was at the depot an hour early, the agent making small talk as he prepared the depot for the arrival of the railroad's premier train, one that rarely stopped in her tiny farm town. Finally a headlight on the horizon grew slowly larger, and as the locomotive's bell swung slowly, Sarah gripped her case's handle tight and headed towards the rear of the train. Looking up, she took in the dark black gloss of the high-drivered locomotive, it's brass trim gleaming in the depot's lanterns. To Sarah, the handsome passenger locomotives always seemed like thoroughbreds resting after a hard run, ready to take on the next assignment. The air pumps wheezed and panted, the injectors and the numerous steam-filled valves and lines hissed softly...she kept walking towards the shining dark olive green cars at the end, their goldleaf filigree trim and lettering glimmering in the platform's flickering lights. Taking a deep breath, Sarah approached the well-polished brass of the back car's rear platform...a well-dressed portly middle-aged man with huge mutton-chop sideburns and a walrus-like moustache greeted her nonchalantly..."Miss Johnson I presume?" he calmly inquired, taking her case and escorting her up the stairs as the conductor feverishly waved a highball signal to his engineer, eager to not lose any more time at this nowhere town. Sarah's eyes grew wide as she enterd the car's lounge section. She had only seen sketches of such luxurious surroundings in "Harper's" and other magazines...which did little to justify Pullman's finest works. The flawless mahogany paneling was polished and intricately inlaid, the curtains and fabrics a deep red plush velvet, the carpet seemingly endlessly deep under her feet. The gas lamps softly glowed, and she noticed a tall, gaunt man seated in a corner, puffing on a cigar and holding a snifter of expensive cognac. He nodded an acknowledgement as the other man escorted her towards the front of the car..."Evening 'mamm, Mr. Thomson, president and owner of this fine railroad at your service...my secretary Mr. Wilkins will take you to our interview area....we'll talk some more on our way to Chicago tomorrow" he calmly says, with the air of a once rough character now trying his best to act the part of a refined gentleman... Sarah noticed the even more luxurious interior of the car's master suite as they passed..finally the secretary offering her a seat at the small table opposite the car's galley kitchen. "I'm sure you're tired Miss Johnson, I'll take you to your quarters shortly, but let's get a few brief questions out of the way" the secretary says, pulling a pair of spectacles from his pocket and looking over a sheaf of papers.. Sarah tried to emphasize her writing and comprehension skills, but wondered why the secretary seemed to focus more on her upbringing, seeming curiously pleased to learn she had no close living relatives, having been sent to live with her distant aunt and uncle after her parents had died when she was quite young. "Follow me then Miss, and we'll get you set up properly" he says, as he rises...Sarah obediently followed him into the next car, Sarah curiously looking over the sparser interior, looking more like a dressed-up baggage car, wondering about the metal hooks and chains and pulleys attached everywhere to the floor and walls. The forward half of the car was walled-off, with a narrow passage along it's side. The secretary stops Sarah under one of the hooks...grasping her shoulders and positioning her carefully. Sarah looked around absent-mindedly...tired and wondering where she was supposed to sleep.. "Very good then Miss Johnson, now if you'd get undressed" the secretary calmly mutters, as he reads over Sarah's papers... "Excuse me Sir?" Sarah blinked and replied, somewhat taken aback.... "Standard interview procedure, please make it quick, it's been a long day Miss Johnson" he says, agitation showing in his voice. "Undress Sir?, I don't see how that's needed.." Sarah drifts off... "Yes, undress" the portly man then answers..pulling a short multi-tailed leather whip from his coat pocket. Sarah's eyes get wide....he then winds up his arm and cracks the whip smartly across Sarah's bottom, the padding of her undergarments softening the impact...Sarah stares at him, unable to believe his actions... He then cracks the whip harder across Sarah's firm, well-shaped bottom.."Miss Johnson, the training for this position is long and difficult enough, it's in your best interest not to delay it" he puffs out...then cracks the whip across Sarah's bottom yet again..Sarah whimpers from the sting, wondering if she should cooperate or try and escape, wondering if she could survive the jump from a speeding train.. The man then takes her decision away, grabbing her wrists and yanking them sharply over her head, wrapping a chain around them, then hoisting the chain to pull Sarah up almost onto her toes, stretching her arms and shoulders out... "Sir, please...this isn't proper, please release me immediately!" Sarah glowers, her fiesty nature rearing it's sometimes ugly head... "Be quiet Miss Johnson" he only calmly says then, stuffing a cloth into her mouth, then tying another strip of cloth between Sarah's lips and around her head...her urgent threats and pleas muffled into soft and unintelligible "MMMMPPHH!"'s The man then rips Sarah's clothes open from the top, pulling out a small pocketknife when he needs to cut or rip some of the tougher fabric of Sarah's clothing. Her eyes wide, and her body struggling against her bonds, Sarah realizes she can only watch as she's roughly stripped by the dull, mean secretary...Sarah wonders if he does this to every attractive young woman applicant..and what role the railroad president will play in this...she shivers as her flesh is exposed to the drafts of the car's open section, the secretary soon having her stripped naked except for her tall, tightly-laced boots. He then picks up the file, and writes down his observations, tweaking and pulling on her stiff nipples, smacking her naked asscheeks hard with his open hand....Sarah bites down on her gag and tries to protest, but he spanks her inner thighs and orders her to spread her legs. Doing her utmost to maintain what dignity she has left, Sarah refuses, and suffers blow after blow of the whip again to her quivering behind. The leather fronds soon have her tender, fair flesh red and striped, and hot to his touch. He somehow forces his hand between her thighs, and notes her tenderness there, and nods with curiousity when his hand comes away damp.... "Alright then, time for your introductory flogging" he then says matter-of-factly to Sarah...chaining her ankles to iron rings on the walls to pull her legs wide apart, straining her body further in the process. He then takes careful aim and flogs the few spots of Sarah's pert and quivering ass he hasn't whipped already. The whip's impact points drift towards her upper thighs, the rush of air over her labia as the whip smacks her inner thighs alarming Sarah....wondering if she could survive a blow of the leather to her womanhood...the whip grazes her lips, and she hangs limply in her chains, whimpering into her gag. He then works the whip over her back and shoulders, Sarah panting into the gag under the strain, her fair body striped and covered with the thin sheen of sweat of a woman under physical stress...her long strawberry hair undone in the process of her stripping and flogging, now matted and softly tangled... Sarah hangs limp, trying to recover...but her interview is hardly over, the portly, middle-aged man peering over his glasses as he looks over her front, winding up and making sure the whip's next blow lands squarely across the tips of her swollen nipples. Sarah tosses her head back and moans into her gag, now her breasts receiving the same warm-up whipping as her ass....she pants and feels the warmth in her loins spreading throughout her body....closing her eyes and realizing she's enjoying being a naked,chained, and whipped whore....trickles of her warm juices able to be felt on her inner thighs. Yet she knows she must resist.... The secretary continues flogging her front side thoroughly, her taught belly slapped with the whip next, knocking the wind from her. She pants deeply, trying to yell for the man to stop through her gag...but instead, he sets aside the whip and walks behind her... Sarah begins to get nervous as she loses sight of him, straining to twist against the chains and look over her shoulder, fearing he has more evil methods of training a defiant young woman yet in store...but instead she gasps as he grasps her hips tightly, and she feels the throbbing head of his manhood press against her wet opening, and then spread and penetrate her.. Her vagina only having known the feel of her hairbrush handle or her probing fingers so far, Sarah gasps into her gag and wonders if her body can take such a huge thing..the cock is thick and hot as it slowly slides in and fills her, spreading her labia wide open. She moans with fear and pleasure as he fills her, then starts to thrust in and out hard..slapping her red and hot ass to make it sting worse... Sarah realizes her helplessness...but doesn't notice her body arching, her ass thrusting back to meet her interviewer's deep, fast impacts. She hangs limp and exhausted in her chains, only able to stand there spread open wide and vulnerable, taking the cock in and out hard. He cruelly reaches around to fondle and play with her clit as he slams his thick cock home, barking a sharp order into Sarah's ear for her to orgasm, just as he squeezes and massages her clit firmly, a shower of hot cum spraying deep against her insides...Sarah's body does the thinking for her, making her shiver and arch and twist in her restraints as she cums hard...a potent wave of pleasure shooting up her spine while her pussy muscles convulse and milk her interviewer's cock... The man then slides out, leaving Sarah panting and moaning into her gag, his warm semen slowly trickling down her thighs...after she recovers slightly, lowering her arms and locking iron manacles onto her wrists, padlocking her hands together behind her back. Still gagged, Sarah can do little to protest as he then unchains her legs from the walls, then grabs her tired legs and slaps another set of manacles onto her slender ankles. Grabbing her by an upper arm, he then drags Sarah towards the walled-off part of the car. He forces the exhausted girl to the floor, and padlocks her manacles together to arch and ppull her body into a hogtied position. Sarah's eyes get huge as she watches him unlock a panel on the wall and slide it open...noticing a wall of small cages, several of them filled with naked and bound young women like herself. Unlocking one, he then struggles to lift and slide Sarah into an empty cage, whimpering and pleading into her gag as the hidden wall panel is then slid shut and locked...... Intern's Adventure Ch. 02 After the tiny cage's door slid shut, Sarah futilely twisted, desperately looking for a way to get free of this contraption. Shivering as her surroundings cooled in the night air, Sarah tried to curl into a ball in the cage, listening to the soft moans of the other captive girls and the rattles of her own chains. Realizing she could not find any way to escape at the moment, she resigned herself to resting as best as she could..although sleep came fitfully, constantly rocked and tossed as the train passed over rough portions of roadbed or worn track...little heat coming from the car around her...a private car obviously designed to be little more than a mobile prison for the young women like her who had been promised a way out of their desperately boring existences on the distant praries.... Eventually morning did arrive, Sarah not having a clue as to where she might be now...the quickly moving train making few stops other than to change locomotives or crews, probably hundreds of miles from her home by now, she thought sadly... Sarah cringed back in the corner of her cage as the door slid open...a dour middle-aged woman appearing and saying nothing as she slid a tin cup of water and a bowl of some sort of food in. Not having ate in a day, Sarah's instincts took over...despite doubting the quality of the gruel offered to her. The woman then sounded to be feeding the other captives, although Sarah could not communicate with them....the cages cleverly designed to isolate each imprisoned girl once shut. After a half hour or so, the woman reappeared and slid Sarah's cage open...escorting her to the sparse washroom and bathing facilities, standing guard outside the locked door as Sarah tried to take care of herself while locked in manacles and chains.... After emerging, the woman then escorted Sarah back to the center of the car...buckling a leather collar onto her slender neck despite her protests at being humiliated and treated like a pet...the woman only reminding her to stay quiet and behave after slapping Sarah's tender ass with a wood paddle repeatedly. Her hair still damp, Sarah was then forced to stand at attention nude and manacled, her collar chained to a long pipe running across the length of the car's end. The woman then went back for the other captives, returning with them one by one, and fastening them in place just as Sarah was. "Not a word during inspection, or I'll personally thrash your pretty bottoms to a pulp!" the woman then threatened...smiling a false, gracious smile as the railroad owner and his secretary entered... "How's our stock here Wilkins?" the owner calmly asked as he looked up and down the row of naked and chained new employees..."appears we're about full, perhaps time to tell the conductor to head for home"...the secretary, looking down over his notes, shook his head in agreement.."Yes, it would appear so Sir...although we do have several sales appointments promised between here and the home office, plus a meeting with a division superintendent." "Well, I think we've got most of what we need here to sew up a few sales calls Wilkins" the owner smirked, as he finished lighting yet another expensive cigar..."plus we really ought to treat our Iowa boy up properly, his revenue numbers are up higher than any other division's" "I'll see to the arrangements then Mr. Thomson...baring difficultiues we should be back in Chicago by tomorrow evening" the portly secretary mumbled back obediently..Sarah trying not to let her hatred for the man show and cause her more grief, even though her ass still stung and her vagina ached from his previous night's rough treatment.... "Very good then Wilkins...I reckon we should be stopping about lunchtime to chat with our new lumber mill-owning friend...hard to ignore a man who's promising 10,000 loads a year" "Quite true Mr. Thomson, do we have any information I can pass along to the staff as to his likes or dislikes?"..."Hmm, haven't heard anything reliable...outdoors type, likes wild game...tell the cook to fix up that buffalo or venison dish he does so well....as far as his taste in girl flesh, I think we'll let him do his own choosing!" the owner chuckled... After the secretary left, the owner then calmly walked up and down the line of chained girls, all thinking they were going to be employed as telegraphers or station agents...not the captive whores of some depraved robber baron...the grim woman followed behind like his puppy dog as he examined each girl, jotting down his every word in her ever-present notebook.... "Tell me about our new strawberry blonde here..Miss Johnson, is it?" the industrialist mused as he looked up and down Sarah's nude body, walking around to view her fair and slightly freckled skin from all angles..."a little muscular, just right...girl must have spent some time doing honest work, a little color in her flesh..I think she'll do nicely" he commented, Sarah squirming and biting her lip, knowing an outburst of her feeelings about this vile man and his minions would only earn her something cruel and painful...no, she decided to wait until she was less restrained, then take whatever opportunity presented itself... The railroad owner than patted Sarah's ass appreciatively and moved onto the next girl...a very innocent-appearing slightly younger girl, her long brown hair freed and hanging about her. "let's see Wilkins and your's notes" the owner then said, putting on a set of glasses and puffing slowly on his cigar as he read...nodding and smirking as he reviewed each new "employee"'s reviews...."Very good Gertrude..make sure they're all ready for our guest and any of his friends after lunch....in the meantime, I leave their training in your capable hands" he said, then after a brief nod and acknowledgement from the woman, strolling back to his private car's office area.... The woman then looked over her charges..checking over her lists....stopping in front of Sarah, she noticed several training items missing..."Ahhh, so little time they give me to train you brats" she muttered...Sarah wondering what she had in mind as she ordered the brunette next to her to spread her legs wide after unlocking her ankle manacles...having to spank the girl's inner thighs and ass sharply before she whimpered and complied..."Not good my darling, that's ten points against you already" she said as she locked the girl's ankles to rings set in the floor. She then unlocked Sarah's collar chain from the ceiling pipe, then grabbed her shoulders and forced her to kneel....Sarah now looking straight at the brunette's sex....with her hands shackled together behind her back, and her ankles similarly locked, Sarah realized escaping would be difficult, and escape even harder...the odds of a naked and shackled girl surviving long on the remote prarie they were passing through highly unlikely. "Lean forward and pleasure Miss Howard, if you please" the woman calmly ordered Sarah...the brunette almost as horrified by the suggestion as Sarah..."Excuse me maam, I don't think that's possible"....Sarah stammered...gasping sharply as the woman cracked the harsh wood paddle across her ass hard again, then returning an even more vicious backhand...Sarah tried to soothe her ass with her shackled hands, but the woman shoved her face first between the innocent girl's thighs..."I gave you an order Miss Johnson, not a request!" the woman yelled at Sarah....the other chained girls cringing and trying to avoid the sight of the unpleasant scene..."you two newcomers are the only ones not qualified at female to female play, and as some of our most important customers desire that, you two had better start catching up!" With that she held Sarah's long tresses tight in her grip and forced her to extend her tongue, making sure by close examination that Sarah's tongue was deeply penetrating the young innocent's tight womanhood. As Sarah's face was kept pressed tight to the sweet muskiness of the spread and chained brunette, the cruel woman kept barking instructions at Sarah...cracking the cruel paddle across her sore ass each time she failed to perform exactly as instructed...eventually Sarah tired of the cruel punishing blows to her ass, and tried to focus on pleasuring the captive and squirming girl... The hapless young brunette earned her own punishing blows in the process, protesting her innocence being further taken, the woman tiring of paddling them both quickly and gagging the brunette...with that, Sarah could not as closely gauge the results of her work, and used her intelligent and creative mind to try and imagine what would feel best about a tongue inside herself, then duplicate that....Sarah was suddenly surprised, the brunette arching her back and thrusting her mound tight to Sarah's face...moaning strangely into her gag and flooding Sarah's face with a gush of her womanly fluids.."Clean her" the woman sternly ordered Sarah...and she reluctantly complied...lapping her tongue in and out of the girl's quivering insides, then licking away the trickles that had oozed down her sensitive inner thighs... The woman then unchained the other prisoners, no doubt using Sarah and the brunette's experiences to reinforce discipline....leading them off to a small classroom in the end of the car. After locking each young woman to their chairs, she then returns to Sarah and her other newest acquisition....gagging Sarah like the brunette, then unlocking them both, chaining their collars together. Sarah and the other girl follow the cruel woman reluctantly, the chain leash attached to their collars giving them little choice. She takes the two reluctant captives to the next car...Sarah cringing as it seems to look more like a rolling dungeon than a private rail car, the furnishings sparse and almost almost medieval. "alright, you two have both earned twenty punishment points for this morning...seeing how as we may be needing you in a few hours, two hours on the horse should clear you both for now"....Sarah clenches herself as she watches the muscular woman easily pick up the petite brunette and set her crotch onto the narrow top edge of a sawhorse-type device. The top edge had been shaped into a dull point, and Sarah guessed from the brunette's pained expression the sensation was not pleaant. The woman locked the girl's ankle shackles to the bottom of the top rail to force her sex to support her entire weight....then she approached Sarah and ordered her to straddle the same device, facing the brunette. Sarah glowered at her and tried to refuse, shaking her head and "MMMPPPHH!" ing into the cloth gag filling her mouth...but the dreaded paddle appeared again...and Sarah reluctantly swung one muscular, lithe leg over it, fearing her ass might be beaten completely raw with another paddling. Sarah moaned as she felt the hard wood settling between her labia as her weight shifted...getting steadily worse as the cruel woman training them locked Sarah's ankle shackles to the rail's underside also. Both Sarah and the brunette felt like their sexes were being split by the cruel wood device they were being forced to ride...their crotches already numb and pained...Sarah wondering how any female could possibly be expected to ride this cruel device for hours... "Two hours ladies, then it'll be time to clean you up and get you reay to handle visitors" the woman said, then left them alone while she returned to the classroom in the other car. Sarah and ther brown-haired girl facing her moaned almost in unison with each thump or bang of the car over a portion of rough track, the impacts putting even more pressure on their sore young womanhood. Finally the cruel woman reappeared....quickly unlocking Sarah and the whimpering brunette....drool flowing from their mouths as their gags were removed. As Sarah swung her long legs over the rail, she moaned as the feeling returned to her sex,walking bowlegged and slow behind the woman, again leashed like an obedient dog. As they entered the prison car again, Sarah observed the other girls again arranged and chained in place, but their looks carefully worked-over..their hair done up and tasteful makeup applied....some of them wearing corsets and stockings to accent their body's best features. Sarah reluctantly allowed herself to be shoved into place by the woman and her collar chained to the overhead pipe again...all of them waiting to see what followed after the train ground to a slow, gradual stop in front of some large lumber yard...then started moving again... An hour of long, patient forced waiting later, the car's end door opened again...the railroad owner with a cigar in hand as always, escorting another businessman in...the thick-bearded and heavy-set man's eyes were wide as he quickly gulped down his top grade bourbon and looked over the car's contents of helpless and neatly prepared young females all arranged for his inspection...."And as you can see, Sir" the railroad owner gestured widely..."I can offer you shipping incentives that are rather unique in the industry...please, take your time and feel free to use the facilities...I've got some boring details to attend to, but hopefully we can get this deal inked after you've refreshed yourself a bit" he said to the drooling man, with a sly wink....tossing him a set of keys... The man walked up and down the line, and adjusted his gaze back to the cruel punishment and restraining evices in the other end of the car....first stopping by a taller blonde girl who apparently was one of the longer term captives, having been on the train for over two weeks...the lumberyard owner looked up and down her fair body, then chuckled and fumbled with the keys until he found the one that unlocked her collar from the chain above.. He then kept the blonde close as he walked further on....Sarah dismayed when he stopped and started leering over her naked body. "Yep. you'll do just nicely" he said, as he clumsily unlocked Sarah's collar....she thought this wmight be a good chance to kick this man and get away....but looking outside, noticed they were on a narrow ledge above a roaring creek, passing over one spindly, hightrestle after another as the train swung through one sharp curve after another. "Damn, how I am I going to get out of this?" Sarah sighed to herself...obediently following the lumber baron and the trained blonde... The excited businessman soon had Sarah shackled and chained spread-eagled in a large wood framework, face to face with the taller blonde. Sarah winced as he then pulled on her nipples, stroking and rolling them back and forth in his fat fingers..pulling her nipples out and clamping them to the blonde's nipples one at a time. Sarah noticed her obvious discomfort, but the girl had been trained well enough not to cry out..wanting to avoid one of the hated gags. But Sarah had little choice but to whimper, then let out a moan of discomfort, as her sensitive nipples were pinched nearly flat and against the blonde's soft pink buds. The businessman seemed displeased with Sarah's outburst, and picked-up a thick wood rod attached to a leather strap, forcing it into her mouth. Sarah glowered back as he buckled the strap tight behind her head, forcing the wood rod deep between her teeth. He then looked over the whip selection on the wall...taking down a longer multi-tailed one. Sarah cringed at the sight of the leather he no doubt planned on working her backsides over with...wailing into her gag as the whip whistled through the air and cracked across her sore and tenderized ass....the cruel, whiskey-inspired businessman then took aim and laid the whip across a fresh patch of Sarah's cute, jiggling ass....then again, then while Sarah faded in and out of a fuzzy warmth, again, all over her ass, thighs, back, and shoulders....leaving her panting and weak, dangling by her shackled wrists....covered with sweat, her naked body glistening in the dim gaslighted lantern's glow... then the blonde suffered her turn...moaning quietly but determined as her backsides were flogged equally as thoroughly as Sarah's.... Done with whipping the two girls offered to him by the despicable rail baron, the lumber magnate then grabbed the blonde's hips and reached around to fondle and massage her clamped breasts while stroking his thick cock over her wet opening...stroking it into her roughly, but the blonde responding to her training and arching her body back to meet his thrusts....Sarah could feel the blonde's body impacting against hers as the portly lumber owner slammed his thick cock in and out of her....her hips grinding against Sarah's as she arched her ass back to meet her captor's associate's hard thrusts. Surprisingly though, he held back from finishing his act....smirking strangely as he slid out of the gasping blonde and stood close behind Sarah...biting down hard on the wood bit gag as he fondled her ass and breasts....Sarah squealing in surprise and shock as he took her ass instead...his thick cock, slippery with the blonde's fluids, penetrating her tightly clenched behind easier than she would have thought such a huge thing could be forced into her, but unpleasant just the same... Sarah whimpered as his cock kept getting forced deeper and deeper into her tight ass with each hard thrust....sliding easily with the blonde's wetness on it, but the sensation strange as he kept sodomizing Sarah until satisfied....injecting a thick, hot stream of his semen deep inside her before slowly pulling out. Sarah and the blonde then both hung limply in their bonds, weak from their whippings and their bottoms stretched and sore... But the businessman wasn't done with them yet...first taking the blonde over to a small table and shackling her limbs to it as she laid spread and helpless on her back...then he unlocked Sarah and dragged her over...grabbing ropes from the wall and tightly binding Sarah's arms behind her back...the thick, coarse ropes digging into her flesh at her wrists and just above her elbows to pin her arms together, forcing her shoulders back and her breasts to thrust out.....he then picked Sarah up by her hips and set her on the table straddling the helpless blonde's face. "Lower yourself" he grunted, then smacked Sarah's red and sore ass hard....making her whimper into her gag and press her womanhood softly to the blonde's waiting mouth. The blonde, better-trained than Sarah at such activities, then attacked Sarah's sex with her well-trained tongue....leaving Sarah little to do except enjoy the sensations...the business man locking her ankles to the table so she couldn't go anywhere anyways.... Moaning into the cruel bit gag, Sarah felt waves of pleasure building deep inside her, despite the distraction of her stinging ass, her sore rectum, and her tightly bound arms...gently moving herself up and down to meet the blonde's thrusts of her tongue.... Sarah noticed the businessman stroking his thick cock, but tried to ignore the grossly disturbing sight...not even paying attention as he hosed down the blonde's face and Sarah's soft, downy pussy fur with another load of his thick seed.. He finally wandered back to the business car, spent and satisfied...Sarah and the blonde both suddenly letting go in simultaneous orgasms, Sarah surprising herself by how she could be so pleasured by another female's tongue action, little imagining even a large cock causing the same reaction in her. The cruel woman then returned though...hanging Sarah and the blonde up by their shackled wrists from a ceiling pipe, cleaning their sweat and semen covered bodies off professionally.. The railroad owner then strolled in with a freshly lit cigar, and a tall glass of bourbon for both the cruel training woman and himself...."Gotta hand it to you Gertrude, your methods do work....thanks to these two fillies here we just inked a long-term deal for a cool ten thousand loads a year at least"...they then toast each other, leaving Saraj=h and the blonde still dangling by their shackled wrists, their naked and cleanly-scrubbed bodies swaying with the train's easy rocking back and forth... Intern's Adventure Ch. 03 Sarah's body had simply had enough after her extended session with the depraved lumber baron and one of her fellow "trainees"...her nude body swayed gently in the training and punishment car, dangling by her shackled wrists. Hours passed, and it was near dark before the ruthless rail baron's private rolling dungeon slowed to a stop. Sarah heard the usual station sounds through the fog of her pain and exhaustion..paying little attention to them, the strain in her arms and shoulders, the soreness in her behind brought more immediately to her attention. The train was quickly on the roll after a locomotive and crew change, Sarah moaning as she hung by the ceiling mounted pipe by her wrists. The blonde girl next to her seemed awake, but stayed quiet and still as she had apparently been trained. The door from the business car slid open, and Sarah cringed and tensed as she heard the voices of her captors, the railroad's owner and his despicable lackey, along with the loud, laughing crude jokes and comments of another fat and bushy-faced railroad sales agent. The sales agent seemed to enjoy making lewd comments about Sarah's body as they stood before the girls, inspecting them like they were inspecting livestock. They then moved on to the room where the rest of the girls were kept locked-up, muffled laughs and more crude comments heard for several moments before they returned. "Well, it has been a good year, hasn't it then Bill?"...the railroad owner chuckled as he slapped the back of the sales agent...."and just to show you how I appreciate your efforts, feel free to avail yourself of a few of our new intern candidates before our dinner meeting...Wilkins has the keys, just let him know which ones you fancy".... The already half-inebriated sales agent laughed and swilled down the last of his glass of bourbon, then pointed to Sarah and whispered something into the owner's assistant's ear...Sarah felt the revulsion going through her body as the overstuffed and pompous assistant lowered her down and unlocked her wrist shackles from the pipe over her head. He quickly yanked her tired arms behind her back and locked the wrist manacles together, then tossed the keys to Sarah's new tormentor with a sly wink. "We have a dinner meeting at eight sharp Bill, see you then"....he then walks back to the business car, leaving the salesman alone with the naked and helpless Sarah in a corner of the car. "Let's not waste any time here little lady"...he tells Sarah crudely as he drags her by her arm towards one of the numerous sets of iron rings and chains bolted to the car's walls. Jerking Sarah around roughly, he grabs her shoulders and shoves her to her knees, her back to the coarse wood wall planks of the converted baggage car. She tries to twist away, still revulsed by the thought of being in this disgusting man's presence. But he easily controls her, forcing her to a kneeling position, then padlocking a short chain from the wall to the collar around her slender neck. Grabbing a pair of wide leather belts from the nearby wall, her thighs and ankles are then strapped together to keep her legs spread and secured together. Sarah glowers back at him as he takes a gagging device from the workbench and forces it into her mouth, the steel ring holding her mouth open wide against her will as he buckles it's strap tight, her tongue flailing about as she moans and starts to drool all over herself....unfortunately presenting her mouth as wet and inviting to the sales agent who's been rewarded with her body. The man sighs and grasps Sarah's head, his fingers deep in her strawberry blonde tresses. With a drunken grunt, he unbuttons his trousers and unleashes a stiff cock...Sarah groans at the sight of it...throbbing and far larger than she would have guessed a man like him to posess. Her bondage restrains her from turning away as he shoves into her helpless mouth, forcing the thing deeper in with each crude, hard thrust. He ignores Sarah's choking and gasping as he tries his best to gag her with his manhood..the steel ring gag keeping Sarah from doing anything other than suffer through her oral abuse. She gulps and moans as the cock fills her mouth, the thick head nearly plugging her throat closed each time he grabs her head and forces it in. "hmmmm, bet you little farm girls don't get much of this action out your way, do you?" the sales agent laughs as he shoves his cock in and out, grunting like a bear, fucking Sarah's helpless mouth like the near-animal he is underneath. Sarah grabs gulps of what air she can between plunges of cock, wondering how long this man could take...her stomach already convulsing at the taste of his foul semen on the back of her tongue. Sarah suddenly feels the thick shaft filling her mouth pulse and convulse, not having time to prepare herself for the sudden huge, hot load of his seed shot down her throat. Warm cum trickled and oozed down Sarah's chin and dripped onto her breasts as he held her head tight to his loins and kept pumping, chuckling at how she choked and gagged on his cock. "That's it little farm girl, swallow it all down or we'll put you back onto some of that gear the boss keeps around here". Sarah reluctantly gulped the foul-tasting stuff down, feeling it warm her belly as she swallowed as ordered, fearing the painful torments she'd no doubt be put through as punishment for not pleasuring one of the railroad owner's associates. Her eyes closed tight, Sarah sways on her knees with the train's rocking motion as she licks and cleans the sales agent's thick spent cock afer he finishes...he pats her head and chuckles, then leaves her chained and bound on her knees. The door to the adjoining car slams shut as he attends to his meeting with the other officials...many long minutes going by before the hated guardian enters from the other end. The unflinching matron unlocks Sarah from the wall, then drags her exhausted body back to the cages. Sarah tumbles into the tiny cell, curling up immediately as the woman slams her cage door shut and locks it, then slides the door to the compartment shut. Sarah thinks she can hear the faint, muffled sobs of another girl nearby, but with the cages so well insulated from each other, there's little she can do but drift off to a fitful sleep. The train's gentle rocking and the steady "click-clack" of the rail joints soon has Sarah passed-out, taking her closer towards her destination. Sarah is rudely awoken the mext morning, and after being escorted to the sparse bathroom and fed, she and the others are given long rough wool shirts to wear, and told to dress quickly. Waiting on a bench with the others in the "classroom" of the car, she peers out the tiny windows, trying to ignore the itching and coarseness of the fabric on her flesh. The shackles and chains locked to her hands and feet keep her from rising and seeing much, but the early morning light does show the approaching city...."so this is Chicago" Sarah muses, never dreaming this was how she'd first approach the bustling midewestern city on the rise....the skyline looking vaguely similar to the postcards and magazine illustrations she remembered. But shortly after passing through suburbs of wide lawns and dense trees that almost hide the expansive Victorian houses set back on their streets, the train slows and creeps through what seems miles of railroad yards....finally grinding to a halt next to the huge shops complex, still miles from the tall, gleaming buildings of the city's center on the horizon. "OK ladies, we will line up in the order you are, single file, and no talking, eyes straight forward. Is that understood?" the matron barks...slapping a short leather riding crop against her palm...ready to enforce discipline on her charges at the slightest hint of non compliance. Leashed together with a long chain, Sarah and others file down the steep steps of the car's vestibule, then are marched quickly down the narrow stone walkway that leads to a back door to one of the machine shops adjoining the main powerhouse of the grimy and sprawling complex. Sarah notices the railroad's owner and his assistant standing on the back platform of his business car watching her and the others filing past, puffing away on their expensive cigars as he watches his latest group of "trainees" being led off. They stroll back in as the matron in charge of them marches them into the noisy, smoky shops and then hands them over to another dour, middle-aged woman. The grim-faced woman signs for each girl now in her charge, then takes the thick stack of paperwork with her as she leads Sarah's helpless group towards an almost hidden back stairwell. Sarah cringes as they're marched past the spinning overhead machinery belts and hot, noisy milling machines and lathes, a few of the grease-covered, dour machinists look over the girls like they're new heads of cattle, leering and jabbing each other in the ribs with knowing winks. Sarah stares straight ahead, not so because of her orders to, but to avoid the grim environment around her....feeling like she's descending to some sort of private hell as her group is marched down the steep brick steps, almost having to duck to avoid hitting her head on the low tunnel to the dark basements below.... The stout and grim-faced woman now in charge of them lines her captives up once they enter the small room....Sarah tensing up at the mood of the place...the room bare except for the numerous chains and shackles bolted to the walls and ceilings, heavy wood and steel doors promising even worse fates behind them. The woman then barks an order for them all to pay attention, and details out what their next two weeks of training will involve. Sarah and most of the others gasp and shrivel back at the mention of how their womanhood will be broken in and seasoned for their future assignments...able to provide hours of pleasure for company officers and clients. Her bottom still tender and aching from it's violations already, Sarah fears her initial encounters on the train ride here will be nothing to what awaits her here. The matron reminds them all that any chance of advancement to a less degrading position within the company will depend entirely on how well they learn their first assignments. Sarah desperately sought out any chance to escape the dullness and stifling sameness of her rural town just days ago, although it seems much longer. The girls are unchained from the leash, then escorted into an adjoining room....lined with small, barred cells. Sarah obediently shuffles into her assigned cage, the chains between her shackles rattling....then sits down on the metal cot as the door slams closed. She fights back the urge to sob, determined to steel herself for the ordeals she fears will test her over the next several weeks. Alternately sitting, laying down, and walking back and forth, Sarah fidgets and waits for domething to happen....her eyes huge as she looks up when the matron calls out her name. Standing outside her cell, the matron grabs her coarse shirt and rips it open to quickly strip Sarah bare again...grabbing her arm and marching her into one of the adjoining rooms....after the door slams and locks, her eyes take in what seems to her to be a small version of Hades....an evil-looking machine looms in the corner, hissing steam from it's polished brass valves, cylinders, and other appliances. It's purpose became obvious as she notices the phallic tools attached to it's piston shafts, at the base of it a pair of narrow wood benches, well-equipped with leather and metal restraints. "We like to use this to condition out young ladies to taking hours of penetration" the matron calmly explains as she drags Sarah over to one of the benches. Sarah starts to struggle, but she's reminded verbally and with the slap of the riding crop across her asscheeks that she's being graded on her performance at all times...she bites her lip as she's laid out on her back and her shackled wrists brought over her head and chained to the floor to stretch her torso out. The woman then unlocks her ankles briefly, padlocking each ankle manacle to the ends of an iron bar that forces Sarah's legs wide apart. She then efficiently attaches the bar to a set of chains from the ceiling and hoists Sarah's legs up higher and higher, until her spread legs are at right angles to her body, her ass starting to lift from the rough wood plank. Sarah can feel the breeze from somewhere flowing over her gaping and open young womanhood, but realizes how helpless and vulnerable she is as the cruel woman straps her torso tight to the benchwork. "Open up, please" she then announces, and Sarah's eyes plead as she forces a gag into her mouth....the hard rubber device shaped like a huge penis....stretching Sarah's cheeks and lips out as she's forced to accept the cock gag into her mouth....drooling and gulping for air as her mouth is filled, the straps holding it to her head yanked tight and buckled. Sarah watches helpless as the woman then positions the gleaming heads of the two dildo-shaped pistons against her crotch...liberally brushing some sort of lubricant on them, then slowly opening one of the numerous valves on the machinery. Steam hisses, machinery creaks, then Sarah cringes as she feels her vagina and anus being penetrated simultaneously....wondering what kind of depraved and evil person could have designed and built such a device. The matron double checks the alignment of the impaling tools, then adjusts the machinery again, calmly explaining how several hours of this daily will help her vagina, anus, and mouth become accustomed to long days and nights of pleasing cock after cock. Sarah tenses at the thought of such treatment as she feels the cold metal shafts sliding deeper in....trying to wriggle her hips as best as she can to take the impacts with less stress. The shafts begin to pick up speed slowly, one plunging in as the other travels out...Sarah's most intimate areas the recepient of the unstoppable pounding of the locomotive-like machinery.....the matron leaves after assuring Sarah's training device has been set-up to her satisfaction.... Several minutes later the matron returns, another girl in tow. The young brunette with the soft Canadian accent starts to plead, but she'a reminded with a stern reprimand and a crack of the crop across her ass about disobedience, and soon is strapped and chained down just as Sarah is. The hapless girl gulps and moans as a penis gag identical to Sarah's is forced into her mouth to train her and strapped in place. Sarah can only imagine the girl's shock as she is then prepared like Sarah was...looking over, Sarah can see the wide fear in her eyes as the phallic training tools are forced into her bottom, then more valves and controls worked until, just like a heavy train starting on a grade, the dildos start to thrust in and out.... The matron makes several more adjustments to the machinery's valves, and the pistons accelerate....Sarah and her fellow trainee's bodies recoiling under the deep impacts, the piston's relentless travel inwards not stopped until the blunt heads stretch and pummel their cervixes. Moaning and grunting, their naked bodies covered with sweat, Sarah and her partner take their training hard, the matron staying to observe for twenty minutes or so, then leaving to attend to her other charges. The room seems a small version of hell for the girls soon enough, hot with exhausting steam, hissing in a steady rhythm as the machinery slides back and forth in it's well oiled motions, powering the punishing dildos in and out of their tender orifices almost too fast to watch. With an almost unlimited supply of steam from the powerhouse next door available 24 hours a day, Sarah guesses this evil machinery must be available to torment her and the others almost continuously, if the matron so desired. Covered with sweat, her hair matted and sticking to her face and the bench, Sarah takes her training...moaning around her gag and trying to wriggle into new positions to relieve some of the discomfort of her bondage and the pounding of her mechanical rapist..... Time seems to pass slow as Sarah takes the pounding impacts, over and over...she has no idea if it's been minutes, or hours, since it started. She jerks her view towards the door as it creaks open, hoping it's the matron to release them from their training. But her heart sinks a little when she sees it's just one of the machinists, checking on the machinery and there to perform it's routine lubrication. As one of the men assigned to build the evil thing to begin with, designed in the company's huge locomotive erecting shops he's familiar with it's operation. As he fills the lubrication reservoirs and checks the pressure gauges, his gaze draws over Sarah and the other naked girl's bodies...his last task to refill the reservoirs that coat the pistons with a special lubricant formulated by one of the company doctors. The slippery lubricant keeps the pistons from damaging soft interior female flesh during the hours of pounding, as long as the reserve supply is kept adequate. He refills each girl's machinery, then checks his watch, smiling as it will be several minutes before the foreman excpects him back. A quick inspection shows each machine doing it's assigned function perfectly, Sarah and the Canadian brunette's vaginas and anuses being penetrated deep, fast, and hard, but well within the girl's physical limits. He mulls his choices over, then unstraps Sarah's gag...motioning her to stay quiet if she knows what's good for her. His cock already stiff at the first sight of them, he straddles Sarah's face, and lowers his cock into her drool-soaked mouth. Still disgusted by the concept, none the less, Sarah knows what is expected of her here, and opens wide...sucking the long cock being lowered into her throat. Although technically against the rules, most of the machine shop foremen allow their men to indulge themselves a little while attending to the "special basement machinery". Sarah finds herself just the latest girl expected to perform these duties to liven up the men's long shifts toiling away in the hot, dirty machine shops....gulping down a thick load of his hot cum before her gag is reinstalled. The machinist then tips his hat to the matron as she enters to check on Sarah's progress, giving her a satisfactory mid-shift report quickly, then leaving with a satisfied smile his co-workers will recognize....while Sarah realizes she'll be tasting his salty, sticky residue for hours yet...taking the unending pounding of the thick metal and rubber dildos until the matron decides they've had enough for this session....