All Chapters of Trapped Between Two Alphas: Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

Throughout the night Cody's cock tried to get erect but was almost instantly stopped by the chastity cage locked onto him. After he would struggle and try to shake it off he would doze off back to sleep, still exhausted after what happed the previous day.In the morning he woke when he heard Hannah unlocking his stable and walking in. Cody opened his mouth to speak but only a grunt came out, which brightened Hannah's already cheerful demeanor.Cody sat still as Hannah locked the posture collar onto his neck again and led him out of his cage by his leash to the enema rail. He tried to tell her that he hated this but again only a grunt came out. His owner secured his collar to the rail so that he was bent over and his ass was sticking up in the air. He felt several hard slaps on the inside of his thighs forcing the boy to spread his legs wide for her. Moments later he felt the nozzle being inserted and again his ass was filled from behind.While he was being filled with the first enema

On one particular morning Cody waited by his gate for Hannah but to his surprise, her professor Karen arrived and opened his gate. Karen gave him his enema and his morning vitamin drink as she put on his pony boots. She also put on his training hood and secured the bit gag with the reigns into his mouth.He could feel himself being lead away and then hooked to the training cart. As she climbed into the cart, Cody instantly realized that it was not Hannah because the weight in the cart was slightly more than his owner.For the rest of the morning Karen drove him with the reigns and whip through an obstacle course that Cody obviously couldn't see.The professor gave Cody no rest as he was forced to pull her and maneuver any way she wanted. At one point she whipped him several times to speed up, which Cody obeyed perfectly to avoid further whips on his back. It was a much more strenuous workout than Hannah ever gave him. However he did notice that Karen had a lighter touch with the whip

On the morning after Hannah passed her test for training Cody, Hannah got her ponyboy ready as usual. Once he received his enemas, was fed his disgusting vitamin drink and had his ponyboots secured on his feet, Hannah also pushed the ponytail buttplug into his ass. She twisted it several times to make sure it looked perfect in him. After he was ready she led him to her personal cart waiting at the front of the barn.She unlocked his wrist cuffs only to secure them again to the cart shafts on either side of him then placed the shaft grips in his hands. This made it easier for him to pull, but more importantly it gave Hannah a more comfortable ride.She made certain his posture collar was on tight to prevent him from turning his head. Hannah also tightened the bit gag in his mouth then attached leather reigns to each side of the bit gag.She did not put a training hood on him but instead secured a strap over the top of his head from one side of his bit gag to the other. At the top of hi

The drive up to the airport was uneventful. Alex still had Frank's taste in her mouth but she was anxious. She was also wondering how she would travel to the island where the centre laid. Her previous plane trip had been from the centre to London. Then she had been delivered to Karen and she was in a crate. The time before was from France where she had been convinced to become a slave and the centre, but she was drugged, so she did not remember it. They arrived in a small airport, and a small jet was already waiting for them. She looked at Frank quizzically, but he did not reply. As a slave she knew she had better no asking, a slave must not have wishes. She followed Frank and was happy as she understood she would flow in the passenger area. As she was already on the footbridge when she realized she was not fettered but for her collar. She was dressed. She felt free for the first time since she had become a slave. Then she remembered she was about to go back to the centre, she was abo

She woke up in a white, softly enlightened room, simply lying on a tiled floor. She looked around and saw that there was no window. She was still wearing her suit but her wrists and ankles were cuffed. She tried to move, but only succeeded in removing her heeled shoes. There was almost no slack between her ankles. She looked at the camera in an angle of the room. Unlike most of girls that awaken in such a room, she knew where she was. She remembered when she designed the room with a tiled floor; the room needed to be easy to clean. Once again she tried to stand up, but her hosed feet slid on the floor, and with her hands in her back she was unable to kneel. The motion detector should have warned the staff by now, and one of them would be here in an instant. When they would be here, she wouldn't have to look arrogant or haughty, because her procedure would prescribe a softening period of huge humiliation. She would have to look scared. In fact, it would not be too difficult to look sca