Two office girls, Julie Jo Johansson and Marcie Dumont, embark on a great adventure at Box M Ranch, which offers a BDSM Boot Camp. The advertisements say the camp is for anyone who wants to totally experience true master-slave relationships– from either side. Chapters Six and Seven are the beginning of a brutal BDSM Boot Camp training regimen that leaves one male slut injured.
WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.
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Chapter Six: The First Day Begins
At exactly six o’clock in the morning, trustee brenda snapped the lights on in the barracks and screamed, “Out of those beds, sluts! You have twenty-five minutes to complete your morning routine and form a line outside the barracks.” She slapped her ever-present paddle against the palm of her hand and said, “Last one in line gets ten with my little friend.”
There was a mass rush for the bathroom, but since there were now twenty-nine recruits and only twelve of the toilet saddles, that meant that seventeen of them were standing, waiting.
“Don’t think that you can just skip the morning cleansing,” trustee yvonne said firmly. “It’s not just that it cleans you out. The final flush puts vitamins and electrolytes in your system that you are going to need in order to withstand the heat of the day.
“Besides,” she added with a smile, “your tracking chip registers when you activate the saddle, so we know whether or not you are following orders.”
Trustee brenda got their attention by smacking her paddle loudly against her hand and said, “And skipping the cleanse to avoid being last won’t save you ten swats. It will gain you an additional fifteen.”
She gave a deep laugh as she walked back out of the room.
Sluts jj and marcie were in the group waiting for the saddles. Slut marcie was able impale herself on one of the twelve cleansing machines on the second round, but slut jj was pushed to the back of the line. She ended up standing with four other sluts waiting for a third round.
Slut marcie motioned for slut jj to come over to her. When she was alongside, slut marcie motioned for her to bend down and then very quietly said to her, “You need to get onto one of these saddles before the other four. The last one on a saddle will be the last one in line.”
She paused as the saddle beneath her clicked and the first cleansing was released into the trough beneath her. Then she continued, “Each cycle is a little over two minutes. The whole thing takes just a little under 8 minutes. I am going to short the last cycle. I don’t think it will record that. I will pull myself off the prong thirty seconds early. As soon as I get off the saddle, you stand over it. It will click when the drain thing opens and then click again when it closes. Count to three after the second click and sit down.”
Slut jj nodded her head slightly to indicate that she understood. She then stood alongside slut marcie as the saddle went through the final two cycles. As planned, slut marcie stood up before the saddle began to drain. The clear liquid inside her spilled over the saddle and down into the trough. As soon as liquid stopped flowing from her ass, she scurried over to the shower entrance and slut jj took her place standing above the saddle.
The saddle clicked and slut jj tensed. It clicked again and she dropped onto the hollow prong. Water immediately began filling her intestines. It was almost a full minute later before any of the other four waiting sluts were able to seat themselves on a saddle.
Slut jj waited for the three cycles to complete and then hurried to the showers. As she ran outside and joined slut marcie in the line, she could hear trustee brenda counting down seconds left before the twenty-five minutes were up. The count was at six when slut jj reached slut marcie’s side.
“Oh,” said trustee brenda in a sarcastic-sounding voice, “did I mention that the penalty for not making the time limit is also ten swats?”
She laughed and said, “It looks like four of our new sluts are going to get pink asses this morning.” She slapped the paddle hard against her palm and added, “And one of them will be getting an extra ten for being the last one out here.”
She started to laugh again but stopped suddenly and spun around to face slut jj. “Wait a minute,” she said loudly. “There should be five sluts getting pink asses.” Pointing her paddle at slut jj she asked harshly, “How did you manage to get out here in time? That shouldn’t have been possible!”
Slut jj withered under her glare, but managed to squeak out, “Ma’am, just lucky, I guess, Ma’am, trustee.”
“I should beat your ass just for the hell of it,” trustee brenda spit out. Then she shifted her glare to slut marcie. “And you,” she said angrily, “had a part in this.”
Slut marcie met her gaze and said evenly, “Ma’am, no rules were violated, Ma’am, trustee.”
Trustee yvonne stepped up alongside trustee brenda. “I promise you that there will be no punishments or repercussions from this,” she said. “And trustee brenda is bound by that promise.”
She smiled and asked, “So, how did you do it?”
Slut marcie looked silently back at them, but slut jj started whimpering and said, “She got off the saddle a few seconds early so I could get on it as soon as it cycled.”
Both trustees started chuckling and then laughing. Trustee brenda stepped back so that she could address the whole line of sluts. “Rules update,” she shouted. “You will remain on the cleansing saddles for ten seconds after the final cycle has completed. Anyone who gets up early will receive one swat for each second that they were early. ... AND we will have them change the programming so it tracks when you get off the saddle as well as when you get on.”
Trustee yvonne then shouted, “Do you understand that?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee!” they all yelled in unison... all, that is, except for the four late arrivals who were still standing behind the two trustees.
Trustee brenda turned slowly to face them. “So which one of you sluts arrived last?”
They looked at each other with fear evident on their faces. “We... we... ”
“Answer properly!” trustee brenda screamed.
“Ma’am, this slut really doesn’t know, Ma’am,” they answered together.
Trustees brenda and yvonne stood whispering together for a few moments and then turned back to face the four trembling sluts.
Trustee brenda said, “We have decided that we will consider that all four of you tied getting out here. In the past when that has happened, we divided the ten swats between the sluts and rounded up to make it come out even.”
Trustee yvonne explained, “That means that each of you would get three swats.”
“But in this case,” trustee brenda said with a short laugh, “rather than dividing by four, we have decided that all of you lost. So, all of you will get the ten swats for being late, and in addition you will each receive the ten swats for being last.”
“That isn’t fair!” one of the sluts blurted out.
“I’m the one who lost,” came a timid voice from the line.
“What?” snapped trustee brenda as she spun around.
Slut jj stepped forward and said, “Ma’am, this slut cheated, Ma’am. If she had not cheated, she would have been last. She deserves the punishment, trustee brenda.”
Trustee yvonne stood in front of her and said, “I promised that you would not be punished for what you did.”
Slut jj looked down at the ground and said, “Ma’am, but this slut still cheated and needs to be punished, Ma’am, trustee yvonne.”
Slut jj then started crying softly. Trustee brenda pointed at her and then at the hitching rail, “OK then,” she said. “All five of you bend over the rail to receive your punishment. Slut jj will receive the extra ten swats.”
Trustee yvonne started with slut jj and worked her way down the line of upturned asses, applying ten loud smacks to their ass cheeks. She then stood at the end of the line as trustee brenda walked up to slut jj and raised her paddle high in the air.
On the first stroke, a shrill “Aieeee” tore from slut jj’s mouth. She threw her head back and stiffened her body, raising her feet almost higher than the rail over which she was draped so that she rocked on the rail for just a moment.
On the second stroke, the scream was more of an “Ahhhhhh.”
The third stroke’s scream was “Uhhhhhh,” and slut jj rocked like a teeter-totter over the rail for several seconds.
The fourth stroke brought an “Ohhhhh,” and slut jj rocked for an even longer time.
Slut jj continued to scream and thrash through the remaining strokes. On the tenth and final stroke, slut jj released an extended “Aieeeeee Ahhhhhh Uhhhhhh Ohhhhhhh,” and rocked even harder against the wooden rail.
“I love someone with a tender ass,” trustee brenda said with a big smile as slut jj pushed herself up and walked with wobbly legs back over to the line.
The four sluts who had been spared the extra ten swats murmured thank yous as she turned to stand next to slut marcie. Slut marcie turned her head so she could very softly say, “So, do you think she realized that her spanking gave you your orgasm for the day?”
“It didn’t give me anything,” slut jj answered just as softly. “I had to work for it. I had to grind against that pole to add to the high, or I wouldn’t have gotten off in those last ten swats... not to mention I now have a very sore ass.”
“Box in!” yelled trustee yvonne and the line of sluts snapped to attention. “Your breakfast is waiting for you. You will find your penis bottles around the outer wall. You have exactly seven minutes to suck it down and get back here. ”
The naked sluts ran wildly for the mess hall. Once there, they hurried over to their bottles and dropped to their hands and knees so that they could quickly suck down their breakfast. This morning, both bottles were numbered. The goop had a one on it, and the clear bottle had a two on it. Following the obvious instructions, they all began with the chocolate-tasting chalky liquid.
When slut jj finished slurping down the obnoxious, warm liquid, she switched to the second bottle. Since she had been trying to suck a rather thick liquid through the first penis nipple, she was not prepared for the fact that the second bottle was actually water. It had a sweet, almost mediciney taste to it, but it was definitely water. She ended up coughing and sputtering as she tried to swallow the large amount of water she had sucked up.
Several of the other sluts also were coughing. There were no clocks in the mess hall, and even if there were, none of the sluts knew when their seven minutes had actually started. All they could do was suck down the breakfast as fast as they could and then run back to the barracks.
Sluts marcie and jj weren’t the first ones finished, but they were far from the last. They ran together back between the buildings to their barracks. Trustee yvonne was waiting for them with a stopwatch in her hand. As each slut arrived, she would announce the time. When slut marcie stepped into line, she said, “Five, twenty-two.” For slut jj it was “Five, twenty-six.”
All eyes were on the end of the line as the count passed six minutes. The count was at “Six, forty-six” when the last slut stepped into line.”
“I guess I don’t get to use my paddle again this morning,” trustee brenda said with a mock frown. Her face then broke into a big smile as she added, “... yet.”
“Your time here,” trustee yvonne explained, “will be divided into three major segments. The first four weeks are basic training. The next four are advanced training. And the final four weeks are specialized training and experiences.”
“This is how each morning will begin,” trustee brenda said. “This morning you will follow trustee yvonne over to the parade ground. Starting tomorrow, following breakfast, you will line up here and then be dismissed to assemble at the parade ground.”
As they walked in a line behind trustee yvonne, trustee brenda walked behind them giving further instructions. “Tomorrow, you will walk in step whenever we lead or send you somewhere. You will walk four abreast unless you are told to be in double- or single-file. You will assemble in bunk order. Your bunkmate is your partner. For these first weeks, you are one. If you fail at something, your partner also fails. If you are late, your partner is late. If you are punished, your partner will be punished. And remember if you were almost late today and your partner was behind you, your partner... AND... you will be late tomorrow.”
Her speech was timed so that she finished as trustee yvonne led them to the middle of a large open field. She yelled, “Box in! Your training is about to begin,” and the sluts formed a line. There was a little jostling as one or two people moved so that they were standing next to their bunkmate, but otherwise they stood silently at attention.
Chapter Seven: Training Begins
Trustee brenda walked back and forth in front of the line of sluts. In addition to the paddle tied around her waist, she was now carrying a quirt, which looks very much like a crop used to urge horses on, but the end is split into two much longer flaps of leather. The twenty-five naked women and four naked men watched the quirt intently as she stood, slapping it lightly against her palm.
“OK,” she yelled. “The first thing we are going to do each morning is check your physical stamina.” She smiled and chuckled as she said, “That means calisthenics. We are going to start with jumping jacks... one hundred of them... starting NOW!”
She brought the quirt down as if flagging the start of a stock car race, and the twenty-nine sluts began the hopping motion of jumping jacks. “One,” called out several of them, but others were stumbling around, trying to make enough room around themselves to swing their arms above their heads.
“Halt!” screamed trustee brenda. “Arms straight out to your sides! Move sideways until your fingertips are about a foot apart.” She walked almost to the end of the line and made a downward motion with her quirt. Then, pointing on down the line, she said, “You sluts form a second row.” She then walked back slightly and marked off eight more sluts. “You sluts form a third row.” Finally, she walked to the other end of the line, marked off five sluts, and yelled, “You sluts are the back row.”
“Tomorrow,” she bellowed out after she returned to the center of the front row, “you will form up in this formation. You will be fingertips plus six inches apart and fingertips plus six inches away from the row in front of and behind you. Do you understand that!”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee,” the sluts yelled back.
“Now,” she said, “where were we?” Holding her finger to the side of her head as if thinking, she said, “Oh,, yes,, jumping jacks... two hundred of them...” She paused to watch the reaction on the faces of the sluts to the doubling of the number and then shouted out, “... starting NOW!”
Again she brought her quirt down to signal start, and again the sluts began the hopping motion of jumping jacks. This time, however, they did not crash into each other, and all called out “One” as their hands met above their heads.
Trustees brenda and yvonne walked back and forth across the front of the line as the count slowly climbed. They occasionally stopped and pointed at one of the sluts and made comments about how her “udders” were flopping.
When they stopped in front of slut jj, trustee brenda reached out and grabbed one of her nipples. Slut jj paused, and trustee brenda barked out, “Keep going!”
Slut jj resumed her hopping, pulling trustee brenda’s arm up and down with each jump of the jumping jacks. Trustee brenda held slut jj’s nipple firm for ten jumps and then said softly to her, “You like that, don’t you, slut jj?”
Slut jj bounced two more times before saying, “Ma’am, no, Ma’am. Sorry, but I don’t like it, trustee brenda.”
Trustee brenda laughed loudly and let go of slut jj’s nipple. “Your mouth is saying that you don’t like it, slut,” she said derisively, “but right now your cunt is sweating harder than your body.”
She reached up and flicked slut jj’s nipple with the back of her fingers and said firmly, “I should make you wear nipple weights while you do this. It would be interesting to see if you could get through the exercises without cumming your brains out.”
Trustee brenda laughed again as slut jj broke stride and struggled to keep her legs from shuddering. “Just the thought,” trustee brenda said, “almost put you over the top.” After another laugh, she reached in and slid her finger through slut jj’s cunt as she spread her legs in the start of a jumping jack. “I would love owning a natural painslut like you,” she said. Her lust for slut jj was evident in her voice.
“I think we should continue our inspection,” trustee yvonne interjected. It was obvious to slut marcie that trustee brenda had stepped over the line, and trustee yvonne was steering her away from possible trouble.
The two trustees walked over to the right corner of the first row where a rather small man was flailing away in his best attempt at his 150th jumping jack. The markings on his chest said, “slut andrew.” Even if his hair had not all been removed in preparation for BDSM Boot Camp, it was unlikely that he would have had much hair on his body.
Trustee brenda laughed as she stood in front of him and said loudly, “You would think that something down there would be big enough to flop up and down, wouldn’t you, trustee yvonne?” The male slut reddened greatly but continued with his sloppy jumping jacks.
The count finally reached two hundred, and the twenty-nine sluts stood there panting in the heat. Trustee brenda took a deep breath through her nose and smiled. The smell of sweat was mixed with the smell of sexual arousal.
“It appears,” trustee brenda said with obvious glee, “that there are many natural submissives among you. The next exercise is sit-ups.” She laughed. “Maybe sitting in the dirt will actually cause some of you sluts to cum.”
Trustee yvonne looked at her a moment and then continued, “You are expected to be able to do fifty sit-ups in two minutes. We know that most of you cannot do that today, but two weeks from now, you will be punished if you fail, so I would advise that you put your best effort into it today.”
Trustee brenda then explained, “The slut on the upper bunk will go first.” She slapped her quirt against her thigh and almost exploded, “And I need to clarify something! It is NOT a top bunk! If I hear any of you say ‘top bunk’ or ‘bottom bunk’ or top or bottom anything, you will get ten with this.” She held up her quirt. “Top and bottom are special terms here at Box M, and you will not use those words until you have completed your training. Some of you MAY be Tops, and some of you definitely ARE bottoms.” She looked directly at slut jj and smiled. “But you will not call each other or anything else Top or bottom. Do you understand that?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee!” the sluts shouted back.
“UBs on the ground!” trustee brenda barked out. Several of the pairs looked confused, but quickly realized that “UB” meant upper bunk. Slut jj winced as she felt the dust and grit stick to her sweaty skin as she sat on the ground.
“LBs kneel and hold your partner’s feet firmly on the ground!” trustee brenda ordered. Several of the sluts were still standing when she barked out, “Starting NOW!”
One slut was lying alone on the ground. She was the odd recruit who had no one in the bunk below her. For some reason, she had still chosen the upper bunk. Trustee brenda pointed her quirt at her and said with a laugh, “Since you are in a bunk by yourself, you will go with the LBs. For now, you will have to keep your own feet on the ground.”
Everything then became quiet except for the grunting of fourteen sluts trying their best to get in fifty sit-ups in two minutes.
“Time!” shouted trustee yvonne and there was a collective groan as the sluts relaxed or fell back onto the ground.
“LBs report,” trustee yvonne said loudly. “Raise your hand if your UB actually did fifty sit-ups.”
Everyone looked around, but no hands were raised. “How many did forty or more?” trustee yvonne asked.
This time, at least a half dozen hands were in the air.
Trustee yvonne laughed slightly and asked, “How many did less than twenty?”
Only two hands were in the air. One was the partner to the effeminate man in the front row. The other was slut marcie’s.
Trustee brenda gave a very deep laugh and said, “I guess we will see as the weeks go by whether you are that weak... or you just that strongly want to receive ten with my quirt.” She laughed again.
“OK,” trustee yvonne called out, “change places!”
After a short moment, trustee brenda called out, “Two minutes... starting now!”
Again, things became quiet except for the grunts of fifteen sluts trying for fifty sit-ups in two minutes.
This time when trustee yvonne called time and asked how many had done fifty sit-ups, all but two of the UBs’ hands were in the air. When she asked for more than forty, the other two hands went into the air.
“What about you?” trustee brenda said, pointing to the 29th slut who was lying alone in the back row.
“Ma’am, thirty-nine, Ma’am. This slut did thirty-nine sit-ups, trustee.”
“What is your name, slut?” trustee yvonne asked.
“Ma’am, slut ellen, Ma’am, trustee.” she replied.
“OK,” responded trustee yvonne, “after we finish pushups, you will join sluts grace and tracy for today’s march.”
“No,” said trustee brenda quickly. “I think it would be better if she joined sluts marcie and jj.”
Trustee yvonne’s face showed a flicker of concern– or possibly anger– as she looked over at her, but she said firmly, “Corrected. Slut ellen, following pushups, you will join sluts marcie and jj for the march and preparations for the march.”
Trustee brenda then stepped to the front of the sluts. “Now what do you think we will do next?” she asked sarcastically.
“Ma’am, pushups, Ma’am, trustee,” slut marcie and those around her shouted back.
“Assume the position!” trustee brenda barked out. “Again, you are expected to be able to do fifty pushups without a break. And again, you will not be punished for not being able to do that today, but two weeks from now, you will receive one with the quirt for each pushup you fall short.” She again gave a deep, almost sadistic, laugh and added, “And by ‘you’ I mean both the LB and UB. You and your partner are one. Any punishment they receive, you receive... and I mean ANY punishment.”
The twenty-nine sluts were now on their hands and toes in the classic pushup position. Their sweaty bodies glistened in the Texas sun. Trustee brenda walked behind them, laughing quietly at those whose ass cheeks were trembling as they struggled to hold the position. She paused a moment behind slut jj and looked down on her shining body almost hungrily. After a moment, she shook her head as if pulling herself together and gave a quick signal with her quirt.
“One,” said trustee yvonne, and they all began their first pushup. Trustee yvonne counted quickly to fifty. At least it appeared fast to the sluts as they struggled to match her pace. By the count of ten, the sluts’ bodies were more than glistening with sweat droplets; it was dripping from them onto the ground. By the time her count had reached twenty, several of the sluts were flat on the ground gasping for air. More continued to drop out as the count got higher and higher. When she reached fifty, only slut marcie and slut powers were still on their hands and toes.
“Good job, sluts marcie and powers,” trustee brenda said, “but I think you need to encourage sluts jj and paula to work on their upper body strength in your free time.”
She then stepped back slightly and said, “I can see that you are all sweaty and dirty after our little morning exercises. We would normally be taking a long walk or run now, but we can’t this morning because we’ve had rains– that does actually happen once in a while around here– and we need to compact the trails.”
The sound of two large trucks approaching drowned out what she said next, so she stopped and waited until both had pulled up and shut off their engines. One was a water truck of some sort. The other was a large, flatbed semi carrying a strange-looking roller that looked as if it was designed to be pulled by horses.
After things were once again quiet, trustee brenda yelled, “Box In!” and everyone snapped to attention to face her. Trustee yvonne then said, “Box Rest,” and the sluts relaxed into the at-ease position with their hands clasped behind their backs.
“We normally use this water truck to spray down the parade ground so there is less dust,” trustee brenda said with a smile. “But today it is your portable shower.” She laughed slightly and said, “Sorry about the pressure and the cold water, but... sometimes you have to put up with things when you are out in the field.”
The driver started up the water truck, and trustee brenda continued, “Stay in formation,” she said. “Just turn around slowly as the water hits you.” Then she added with a deep chuckle, “... and you might want to close your eyes.”
The water truck was now backing up slowly in front of the sluts’ formation. When it stopped, trustees brenda and yvonne got up onto a small platform on the back and each picked up a large hose. They looked almost like fire hoses, and the nozzles on the end looked like those that firemen used.
The sound of the pump kicking in on the water tank was almost louder than the truck engine as water began spewing out of the hoses. The two trustees swept the hoses back and forth across the sluts. The nozzles were set so that the water stream was a spray rather than a solid stream, but still, several of the sluts yelped or screamed as the extremely cold water hit their skin at high pressure.
Trustee yvonne pointed her nozzle skyward as she pulled back on the lever, causing the spray to become a stream before shutting off. Trustee brenda, however, kept her hose pointed at the sluts as she shut it off. The forceful stream of water hit slut marcie squarely in the back. The stream only lasted a second at most, but it drove slut marcie forward and nearly knocked her off her feet.
“She did that on purpose,” slut jj said angrily, but became quiet when slut marcie looked at her and slightly shook her head, indicating that she should remain quiet. Some of the other sluts were also making comments, but they, too, fell silent when trustee brenda yelled out, “Quiet in the ranks!”
Trustee yvonne then commanded, “About face!” from behind them, and the twenty-nine sluts turned around to face her. She was standing next to the strange-looking roller which the two drivers had evidently moved off the truck.
“This is our trail compactor,” she explained. “It is slut-powered. You sluts will be picking up those metal trace bars that stick out of the center yoke.”
The two men pulled it slightly forward and then walked over to the water truck to get one of the hoses. “Right now,” trustee yvonne continued, “it is very light because there is no water in the roller. We are only going to fill the roller one-fourth full today because you sluts are in terrible shape and probably couldn’t move it if it were full.”
“Listen up, sluts,” trustee brenda shouted from behind them. “I want everyone except sluts paula and powers and sluts marcie and jj to fill in the positions in front of the crosspieces. There should be four on each side, and everyone but slut ellen should be with their bunk mate.”
Twenty-five of the sluts walked over to the strange yoke and took up positions in the wooden structure so that they could push on the metal bars to pull it forward.
“Nice try, sluts,” trustee brenda said sarcastically. “Nice try... but wrong. You don’t pull this roller. You PUSH it. So.... turn around!”
Trustee brenda walked over to stand next to the huge roller. “Now rearrange yourselves so that you have the front positions filled in.”
The sluts moved around so that the first six rows were filled in. Slut ellen was standing by herself in the seventh row.
“Don’t worry, slut ellen,” trustee brenda said with mock sweetness, “I’m sure that some of these other sluts will be going home before the week is through, and you can move up into their place.
There was a large space between the seventh and eighth rows. The massive beam which formed the center of the yoke extended another eight or ten feet to that one, last, smaller crosspiece.
“This last row is the steering row,” trustee yvonne explained. “The four sluts on this eighth row are responsible for keeping the roller moving in the right direction.”
“That also means,” trustee brenda added, “that you are responsible for the entire roller crew. If they screw up, you four get punished.”
Sluts paula and powers walked over and stood on the left side of the yoke. Sluts jj and marcie stood on the right side.
“You will notice that the yoke beam is held up from the ground by a support foot,” trustee yvonne said. “At the command of ‘Yoke up,’ all of you sluts will pick up the yoke and await further orders. Those orders are ‘forward, stop, back, left, and right.’”
“But since most of you won’t be able to hear me,” trustee brenda yelled out, “there are also hand signals for the guide sluts.”
Her voice caused everyone to look at the structure which formed the front of the yoke. A heavy-looking piece of metal was attached to the axles on the outsides of the roller and bent around to support the heavy yoke beam in the center. A platform, upon which trustee brenda was now standing, was centered over the very front of the yoke beam. Padded supports in front of and behind her helped her stay in place when the roller was moving.
She turned to face forward over the front of the roller and held up her right arm. “This means turn right,” she yelled loudly. Holding up her left arm, she yelled, “This means turn left.” Holding both arms straight out, she bent her elbows so that both forearms were facing up. “This means forward... or faster.” Twisting her arms so that her forearms now faced down she continued, “This means slower.” She waved her forearms from side to side. “And this means stop.”
She turned around to face the group and yelled out, “You got that, sluts?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee,” they shouted back.
“You got that, guide sluts?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee,” sluts powers, paula, marcie and jj all yelled back.
Slut powers then said softly, “This is a setup of some sort. I smell a rat.”
Slut marcie smiled and said very softly, “No,” she replied. “You see a rat. You can’t smell her because she is downwind.”
All four sluts laughed silently. Trustee brenda screamed out, “Is something funny, slut marcie?”
“Ma’am, no, Ma’am, trustee,” she answered. “These sluts were merely discussing that to turn right the guide sluts have to go left and to turn left the guide sluts have to go right.”
Trustee brenda glared at her and replied, “Since you think you are leading this roller team,” she snarled, “I will hold you responsible for any problems that we have. If the team screws up, YOU get punished. You got that?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee,” slut marcie replied.
Trustee yvonne, who had joined trustee brenda on the platform, looked somewhat concerned, but said nothing.
“Trustee yvonne will now explain your responsibility to your bunkmates,” trustee brenda said firmly.
“The sun will soon become intense,” trustee yvonne began. “And you are obviously without protection from the sun.” She held up a tube of very high SPF sunscreen. “That means that you will need to use this liberally and often.”
“But...” trustee brenda interjected with a twisted smile, “... you CANNOT put on your own sunscreen.” She paused before saying sarcastically, “You can’t reach the important parts on your back anyway.” She crossed her arms in front of herself and growled out, “This means that you have to put sunscreen on your bunkmate and your bunkmate has to put sunscreen on you.”
Slut ellen’s eyes went wide, and trustee brenda said loudly, “I know you don’t have a bunkmate, slut ellen. Slut marcie will be responsible for you.” She smiled her twisted smile once again and added, “Won’t you, slut marcie?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee” slut marcie replied.
“Well,” murmured slut powers, “we know who she is gunning for.”
“But I don’t think she is worried about collateral damage,” slut marcie murmured back, “So watch your back.”
Trustee yvonne then continued her explanation. “There is an adequate supply of sunscreen up here in the tray.” The sluts noticed for the first time that there was a deep tray that ran along the width of the metal which attached the yoke to the axles. “We will give you time to properly cover your bunkmate before we begin. There is also an adequate supply of water.”
“Again,” trustee brenda barked out, “you cannot get– or drink– your own water. Nor can you ask for it. Your bunkmate has to see that you need water and get it for you. Then they have to hold it up to your mouth so you can suck the water out of the bottle.”
Trustee yvonne took over again. “These water bottles also have penis nipples, but there is no tube going to the bottom of the bottle. That means that you need to tip the bottle up to suck from it.”
“And the roller NEVER stops,” snarled trustee brenda. “So you have to do all this while we are moving.”
She put her hands on her hips and yelled out, “You got all that, sluts?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee,” they yelled back. There was a noticeable lack of enthusiasm to their response.
“You have ten minutes to get prepared, and then we will practice for a while here on the parade ground,” bellowed trustee brenda. “That means sunscreen and water!” she added.
The sluts rushed forward to pick up tubes of sunscreen and bottles of water. “Water first,” slut marcie said as she held a bottle of water up to both slut jj’s and slut ellen’s mouths. Slut jj reciprocated and held a bottle of water up to her mouth, and all three sucked greedily at the needed liquid. The other sluts saw their actions and duplicated them, speeding up considerably the time needed to prepare.
Slut marcie then told slut jj, “Fill both my hands with the sunscreen.” Slut jj did, and slut marcie began slathering it over slut jj’s body with her left hand while taking care of slut ellen with her right. It took two more handfuls of lotion to finish the job.
“Now both of you do me,” slut marcie said quickly. Meanwhile, trustee brenda glared at the three of them from her perch above them. They were stepping back into their places when slut yvonne cried out, “One minute left.” trustee brenda did not look pleased that they had finished in time.
Because of slut marcie’s leadership, all sluts were ready by the time trustee yvonne yelled out, “All sluts in place!”
Everyone returned to their positions. Trustee brenda turned to face forward on the platform while trustee yvonne took up a position behind the sluts. Trustee brenda called out, “Yoke up!” Then she put her hands in the forward position and yelled, “Forward!” All of the sluts pushed against the bars in front of them, and the roller slowly began to move.
With twenty-nine sluts pushing and the roller only one-fourth full, it was relatively easy to push it forward, especially at the very slow speed they were going.
“This isn’t too bad,” slut jj said to slut marcie.
Slut marcie gave a short laugh and replied, “It’s early. Give it an hour or two or three.”
Two hours and many turns and twists later, they were now several miles away from the main camp on a trail that rose slowly up the side of the canyon rim. Slut jj was now whining almost continuously about how difficult it was to push the roller.
Slut marcie looked over at her and said, “You need water.” She then told slut powers to lead any turns and jogged up to the front where she grabbed two water bottles and brought them back to the last row. One bottle she held up for slut jj, who greedily sucked at the penis nipple. After slut jj was satisfied, she jogged back to the seventh row and held the other bottle up for slut ellen. Then she ran back to the front to return the bottles and bring back one of the tubes of sunblock.
She didn’t ask either slut jj or slut ellen if they needed more sunblock, but instead slathered it heavily over their shoulders, breasts, back, and, of course, the top of their heads. She then handed the tube to slut jj and ordered, “Do me.”
“Here? Now?” slut jj responded with a giggle as she took the tube. Slut marcie grinned at her and shook her head as slut jj applied a thick coat of the sunscreen.
“Do you think you can take that back up front?” slut marcie asked as she continued to push on the metal bar.
“If you want me to,” slut jj replied as she scurried forward to return the tube to the tray just behind the roller.
Slut jj had just gotten back into position when trustee brenda said, “Right,” while at the same time holding out her left arm, indicating a left turn.
“What do we do? What do we do?” whined slut jj loudly.
“It’s a trap either way,” slut powers said angrily. “I say we go left since that is the signal she gave.”
“Since we can’t see the trail over the roller,”slut marcie responded, “your guess is as good as mine.” The four sluts began to pull the long yoke to the right so that the roller would turn left.
The roller had no sooner started to turn when trustee brenda held down both hands, wiggling them sideways while she loudly yelled, “Stop!”
All of the sluts quit pushing and the roller immediately stopped.
Trustee brenda climbed down from the platform. Her anger was apparent in her actions and in her words. “Are you sluts too stupid to even understand simple directions?” she screamed as she walked to the back of the yoke.
Sluts jj and paula were trembling, but sluts powers and marcie stood and glared back at her. Their faces and body language reflected the anger that they did not verbally express.
“I said ‘Right,’” trustee brenda screamed out.
“But, you signaled left,” slut powers replied.
“That’s five additional swats for improper speech,” trustee brenda screamed into slut powers face.
“Ma’am, slut powers is correct, Ma’am. You did signal left, trustee.” slut marcie said carefully.
“You get an additional five for insolence,” she snapped at slut marcie. Then swinging her paddle to indicate all four of the guide sluts. “And all of you get five for not following directions.”
She then pointed her paddle at the ground in front of her and yelled out, “Form a line right here in front of me and get on your hands and knees.”
Sluts powers and paula and sluts marcie and jj did as they were ordered. They were on the ground as pairs with space between them that was about equal to the spacing created by the roller yoke.
Being on their hands and knees caused their asses to be well presented, but trustee brenda was not satisfied. “Spread your knees out farther than that,” she screamed. “And lower yourselves down to your elbows. I want to see your pussies and assholes as I paddle your ass.”
All four sluts complied with her order.
“First, the five for failing at your job,” she said firmly. Her paddle almost immediately then came down on slut jj’s asscheeks.
“Aiiieeee,” screamed slut jj, raising up off her arms and rubbing her butt.
“That one doesn’t count because you broke position,” trustee brenda said angrily. “Get back into position.”
Slut jj’s body was shaking from her sobs, but she put her hands and arms back on the ground and spread her knees so that there was a gap to show her pussy and asshole.
“Count them!” trustee brenda ordered.
The paddle hit with a very loud “Thwack!”
Slut jj yelped and then said, “Ma’am, one, Ma’am, trustee.”
Looking back at trustee brenda, slut marcie could see that the trustee was disappointed that slut jj had remembered to use the proper form to give the count.
Perhaps it was that disappointment which caused trustee brenda to increase the strength of her swat. On the next swat, slut jj did not yelp, she screamed, but she still properly gave the count– as she did on swats three, four and five.
“You’re next,” trustee brenda said, standing behind slut paula. She struck slut paula’s asscheeks with the same force that she had used on slut jj, but slut paula merely yelped and then gave the proper count.
“You two return to your traces,” trustee brenda said, pointing her paddle at sluts jj and paula.
The two sluts stood up and returned to their positions at the yoke.
“Now for my two troublemakers,” trustee brenda said with a sneer. “Let’s see how you take ten of my best with this paddle.”
She started with slut powers and put her entire body into each swing. The loud “Thwack!!” of each strike rang out across the open fields. Slut powers’ only response to the beating was a slight yelp and a slightly louder grunt, followed by “Ma’am, one, Ma’am, trustee.”
By the time the sound of the tenth swat had faded away, slut powers already large butt was even larger from the bruises and swelling.
“Return to your trace,” trustee brenda ordered.
Slut marcie tried to relax her body slightly so she could move with the blow, but the arms and knees position did not allow for much movement.
“Thwack!” The noise of the first swat was almost like a rifle shot.
Slut marcie said nothing except, “Ma’am, one, Ma’am, trustee.”
After the tenth swat was delivered, slut marcie stood up and faced trustee brenda. Her face was totally expressionless, but her eyes burned deeply into trustee brenda’s eyes as they stared at each other.
Trustee brenda broke first and turned away. “Return to your trace,” she ordered, and slut marcie walked slowly back over to her steering position on the yoke.
Trustee brenda returned to her position on the front platform. She faced the sluts and said derisively, “We are now behind schedule, so we will have to turn around here and jog back to camp.”
There was a collective groan from the sluts as trustees brenda and yvonne guided them as they pulled the yoke around to face the roller the other way.
“Remember who caused this delay,” trustee brenda barked out as she climbed back up to her platform.
She then turned to face the front and yelled, “Yoke up! Forward!” This time her hand motions matched her spoken command.
As the roller began to move, she moved her hands forward and back while yelling, “Faster! Faster! Faster!” After a few minutes, the sluts were jogging, almost running, to maintain speed.
Trustee brenda gave the proper commands and signals for turns on the trail, but as the camp buildings came into view in the distance, she again began yelling and signaling for more speed. The sluts were running full out when the roller returned to the parade ground.
Trustee brenda yelled out “Stop!” and the sluts stopped pushing, thinking that the roller would stop on its own as it had before when they were going up the trail. The parade ground, however, was flat, and the roller had too much momentum to stop. Several of the sluts were knocked over by the bars behind them hitting them in the back. The other sluts had to jump to avoid trampling them.
“Pull back!” trustee yvonne screamed from behind them. “Pull back to stop the roller!”
Those sluts who were still standing grabbed the bars in front of them and pulled against them while trying to dig their feet into the ground. The roller soon came to a halt, but three sluts were left lying on the ground. One, a male, appeared to be hurt– possibly seriously.
“I can see that we need to work on how you bring this roller to a stop,” trustee brenda said from her platform. “We will work on that tomorrow. For now, report to your barracks and go through the showers. Then report to the mess hall for lunch. You will reassemble in front of your barracks in exactly one-half hour.
A loud klaxon sounded from the main camp area, and trustee brenda smiled and yelled out, “Starting now!”
The sluts, except for the male slut still on the ground, ran for the barracks. Trustee brenda strode toward the mess hall, leaving trustee yvonne kneeling next to the injured slut.
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