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Alyssa's Training

Leandra J. Piper

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2012 by Leandra J. Piper


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When the lights came on, harsh and bright, Alyssa took that as her cue to repeat her name to herself, silently. Once, then twice, then three times. She let her lips form the shape of the word, to help it fix in her memory. It was her act of rebellion. Whatever else they named her today, she would at least have her real name locked away in her heart still. By the time she repeated it the last time, it was hard to hold onto the thought, though. It wasn't for lack of trying, but she was awfully tired. She had tried to use the dark hours to sleep, as was expected of her, but the position she was kennelled in made it hard to get more than a few minutes of rest. Her wrists were cuffed to the bars of the cage, which was awkward-feeling enough. That was far from her only binding; a metal hook had been pressed deeply into her asshole, the curve of it nestling right between her cheeks. A chain ran up her spine, tying the hook to a ring on the back of the thick leather collar she'd been given. The chain was short enough that she had to hold her back in a tight arch, ass thrust into the air, with her neck pulled up. The only way to make the position not require constant strain was to lean forward, pressing her chest against the bottom of the cage. That only made her need to lift her ass higher to keep the chain slack.

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