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.
I originally published this twenty-two-chapter book in 2016. I will be publishing a new chapter approximately every week. In this chapter, the training at Box M BDSM Boot Camp enters a new phase, the training of the mind.
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 Eight: A Different Kind of Training
The sluts hurried through the shower system. A few of them stopped to squat over the troughs, which were intended to catch their urine, but most of the sluts just peed in the showers or did not have to pee because they had already urinated on the ground while they pushed the roller. They then rushed over to the mess hall to greedily suck down the thick goop, which, since they were so hungry, somehow did not taste quite as bad.
When they reassembled at the barracks, there were only twenty-eight in the line. Trustee yvonne was waiting for them and when all were present, commanded, “Box In.”
Once the line was formed, she gave the ‘Box Rest’ order and explained, “Slut raymond is being transported to a hospital.” As if to validate her statement, a helicopter with the Box M logo on its side roared overhead and sped off toward the horizon.
“Unfortunately,” she continued, “accidents happen.” She paused and looked down at the ground and swallowed hard, as if her words had somehow dried out her throat. She coughed slightly and said, “Since slut raymond was not expelled, nor did he leave of his own accord, he will be included in the next training cycle if he so desires.”
She stood straight and put her hands on her hips, “However,” she said firmly, “if you are expelled for improper behavior or quit on your own, you won’t be coming back unless you pay additional tuition.” She looked up and down the line before saying, “You got that, sluts?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee,” they all yelled back.
Trustee yvonne then walked over to stand in front of slut ellen and said quietly, “Slut ellen, you are now paired with slut vivian.”
Slut ellen looked up and down the row trying to figure out who slut vivian was.
“Slut vivian, step forward,” trustee yvonne barked out and a petite Asian-American stepped forward. She was small, but somehow gave off a sense of power. She had almond eyes which hinted at Japanese heritage, but her face was much more oval, perhaps indicating mixed Polynesian background. Her legs were thin, but very trim and her muscles rippled as she moved. Like most Asians, she had small breasts, but they were well-formed and her nipples stood out proudly as she stepped forward.
She walked down to where slut ellen was standing. She reached up and took slut ellen’s hand and pulled her back toward where she had been standing. “Come with me,” slut vivian said quietly. “I’ll take care of you.”
Slut ellen smiled in response. Her body was much more relaxed as she accompanied slut vivian to her new position in the line.
As sluts vivian and ellen returned to the Box Rest position, trustee brenda came striding up and yelled out, “Box In.”
The sluts once again snapped to attention and trustee brenda boomed out, “This morning we were training your bodies. This afternoon we are going to be training your minds.” She walked up and down in front of the line before adding, “I am sure that your slut minds are in as bad a shape as your slut bodies.”
She then walked away, calling back over her shoulder, “Follow slut– I mean, trustee– yvonne to the hangar.”
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The hangar was exactly that. It was an old WWII Quonset hut-style building with huge sliding doors and a round metal roof that curved all the way down to the ground. Inside, there was a concrete floor with what looked like several elevated platforms or stages spread throughout the cavernous enclosure. One of those platforms had ropes around it like a wrestling or boxing ring. Most of the rest had a variety of chairs, benches, machines, and restraint devices. Three were totally empty.
Trustee brenda stopped the line in front of one of the empty platforms and yelled out, “Box in, five rows, six columns.”
The sluts immediately formed the demanded arrangement. The first four rows each had six sluts. The last row had only four. “Sluts powers and paula, marcie and jj,” barked trustee brenda, “you have the back row– in that order.”
There was a little shuffling as the four sluts from the back row moved forward and sluts powers, paula, jj, and marcie moved to the back. Trustee brenda pointed at sluts marcie and jj and then to the right-hand position indicating that is where they were supposed to stand. After they were in place, she motioned for them to move left so that the empty space was on the far right.
“This is where you will be spending your afternoons for the next few months,” came a voice out of the darkness. The voice sounded familiar, but none of the sluts could place it until Commander Mueller walked out of the shadows and stepped up onto the platform. There were four others with him, all dressed entirely in black. The two men were dressed in black jeans with black T-shirts. The two women were dressed in black, silk-looking blouses with black, leather skirts. The skirts reached to mid-thigh, ending a few inches above their matching black boots.
Commander Mueller stepped to the front of the platform. “These are your trainers,” Commander Mueller explained as the Masters and Mistresses stepped onto the platform and stood beside him.
“They will be supervising your afternoons... whether they are with you directly or just watching from afar. Let me introduce you to them,” he continued. “First is Mistress Tawnya.”
One of the Mistresses stepped forward. She was a coffee-colored woman with definite Asian overtones to her face. She smiled out at the assembled sluts. The smile, however, wasn’t very reassuring. Somehow it reminded slut jj of a cat smiling at a mouse she was about to consume.
“Next,” said the commander, “is Master Edward.” He pronounced it with a long ‘A’, as in “yard,” rather than with the short ‘A’ like in “word.”
A very British-looking Master stepped forward. He held himself stiffly, almost at attention as he stared out at the sluts with cold, steely-blue eyes that seemed to take in every detail about each of them. The way he walked and stood appeared to reflect a military background. Slut marcie wondered silently if they should call him Colonel rather than Master.
“You need to listen carefully as I introduce the next Mistress,” Commander Mueller warned. “She is very sensitive about the pronunciation of her name and you WILL be punished if you mispronounce it. In fact, I will let her introduce herself.”
The second Mistress stepped forward. She had very pale skin and dark green eyes. Her wavy black hair tumbled down past her shoulders. “My name is Mistress Susann,” she said with a very slight southern accent. She pronounced Susann as Sues-ANN, with the emphasis on the second syllable. “Do you think you sluts can pronounce that properly?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, Mistress Susann,” the sluts screamed back, making sure that they pronounced it Sues-ANN. In response she smiled back at them. Slut jj liked her smile a lot more than Mistress Tawnya’s.
“Last, but not least...” Commander Mueller said, bringing the attention back to himself. “I present to you Master Xerxes.” He chuckled slightly and added, “Luckily for you sluts, he is not overly particular about how well you pronounce his name.”
“I am particular, however,” Master Xerxes said forcefully in a deep, baritone voice as he stepped forward, “about the respect you show as you say my name.”
Master Xerxes had a very powerful presence. His very dark, almost black, hair was meticulously combed back on his head. His equally dark eyes glistened as he looked out at the sluts. The dark eyebrows above his eyes added to the intensity of his stare.
At first slut marcie thought that he looked Egyptian, but something told her that wasn’t quite right. She also found herself wondering if he plucked his eyebrows or if such a wide separation was totally natural.
“I am a descendant of kings,” he said loudly. “And I expect to be obeyed as such.” He looked slowly at the formation of sluts and then said more quietly, “For those of you with doubts in your mind, No, I am not part of European royalty. Nor am I a descendent of the Pharaohs– though my bloodline goes back that far and further.
The name ‘Xerxes’ has been in my family for two hundred and fifty generations. Long before there were nations in Europe, King Xerxes ruled the Persian Empire.” His voice became even deeper and more resonant as he finished with “His blood runs in my veins, and you WILL respect that.”
The sluts stared back at him silently until he shouted out, “Will you respect me?”
“Sir!, yes, Sir! Master Xerxes!” they screamed back. The truth of that statement was reflected in their voices.
“If you do not respect me,” he said ominously with a smile that looked almost like a leer, “you will learn to fear me.”
Again the sluts were reduced to absolute silence.
Trustee brenda walked forward to stand between the formation and the platform. “Sluts count off by bunks,” she commanded, pointing at the left end of the front row.
“One!” shouted one of the pair standing in that position.
The count continued through the rows until it reached slut marcie in the back row. “Fourteen!” she yelled out.
“Even numbers will come with me,” barked trustee brenda. “Odd numbers go with trustee yvonne.”
“Oh, oh,” said slut jj quietly. “That’s why she wanted us last in the back row... to make sure we were in her group.”
“Nothing we can do about it,” slut marcie whispered back as trustee yvonne joined trustee brenda in front of the formation.
“Trustee yvonne take your sluts to their station,” Commander Mueller said firmly.
She led her recruits to a small, empty platform on the far right side of the hangar. Master Edward and Mistress Tawnya walked slowly behind the double line. Trustee yvonne called out “Box in, four by three plus two,” and the sluts formed into three rows of four with two sluts alone in the back row.
Master Edward and Mistress Tawnya then stepped up onto the platform and stood facing the sluts. “Box rest,” said Mistress Tawnya and they shifted to the at ease position.
“Trustee brenda,” Command Mueller said, and she turned and began walking toward a similar platform on the far left of the hangar. When she reached the platform, she turned to face the sluts walking behind her and barked out, “Box in, four by three plus two.”
In response, the sluts formed into three rows of four with sluts marcie and jj in a fifth row in the back of the formation.
“Slut marcie,” trustee brenda yelled, “is that the formation I ordered?”
“Ma’am, this slut thinks so, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” slut marcie responded.
“You aren’t supposed to think,” trustee brenda replied sarcastically. “You are supposed to obey commands. ... and the formation should always be symmetrical.”
She gave an obviously false smile and added, “For those of you like slut jj who obviously don’t know what that means, it means you should be in the center of the row.”
Sluts marcie and jj moved sideways so that they were standing in the middle of the row. Slut jj muttered, “She had us stand to the left before.”
It looked like she wanted to say something else, but slut marcie shook her head sightly indicating that she should remain quiet.
Trustee brenda walked around to the back of the formation and stood behind slut marcie. “That error should earn you both five swats,” she said, slapping her paddle against her palm. “But since you obviously do the thinking for your bunk,” she said, “we will suspend the two are one rule for your punishment. Slut jj will not be punished.” She laughed slowly before adding, “... but, of course, you will receive double so that our punishment logs remain accurate.”
Slut jj again looked over at slut marcie. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open. This time, the shaking of slut marcie’s head was very obvious to all.
“Box rest,” came a deep-voiced command from the front and sluts marcie and jj snapped their heads back to facing front as they went into the at ease position.
“Today,” continued Master Xerxes, “we will be instructing you in the positions you will be required to know during your stay here at Box M.”
Mistress Susann then took over. “We will be showing you fifteen position commands,’ she said in her soft southern voice. The contrast to Master Xerxes’ deep-voiced commands was striking, but somehow she still managed to convey power behind the gentleness of her speech.
She laughed slightly. There was an emptiness in her silvery laugh that caused it to sound very ominous, almost threatening.
“In case you are wondering,” she said, “there will be no test at the end of the day.”
She laughed again before continuing, “However, you can consider every command from now on to be a pop quiz.” Another laugh. “All pop quizzes are pass / fail.”
Her voice suddenly became much deeper. All accent disappeared as she said flatly, “And remember, all failures will be punished.”
Fourteen sluts simultaneously stiffened and swallowed nervously.
Master Xerxes began a deep, slow laugh as his gaze pierced each one of them in turn. “Will you respect Mistress Susann?” he asked in his deep, resonant voice.
“Sir! yes, Sir! Master Xerxes,” they screamed back.
“If you do not respect me,” Mistress Susann now said in her normal sweet southern voice,“you will definitely learn to fear me.”
She smiled out at them for a moment before beginning. “You already know two of the commands, Box In and Box Rest,” she said. “So, we will start with Display and Display In.”
She looked out over the formation and said sweetly, “We will need two volunteers to come up on the platform.”
It is doubtful that any of the sluts would have actually volunteered, but it wasn’t necessary as trustee brenda immediately called out, “sluts marcie and jj on the platform... now!”
They immediately ran forward and stepped up onto the platform. Slut jj started to step forward, but slut marcie held her back at the edge of the platform until Mistress Susann pointed to an area between her and Master Xerxes.
Once they were in place, Master Xerxes boomed out, “Box rest,” and the squad assumed the at ease position facing the platform.
“The Display position,” Master Susann began, “is very similar to the Box In position except that your hands are locked behind your head and your elbows are wide out to the sides.”
Master Xerxes turned to face the two sluts and said firmly, “Display.”
Sluts marcie and jj immediately went to the attention position with their hands locked behind their heads and their elbows out to the side.
“Your elbows should be as far back as you can pull them,” Mistress Susann said as she pushed slut jj’s elbows slightly farther back.
“And unlike the attention position, your feet should be slightly apart with the toes pointed outward,” she added.
Sluts jj and marcie adjusted their position to comply with the command.
“You will notice,” she said as she looked out at the formation, “that the position of the arms lifts the breasts and the position of the feet opens the sex to better display a female– or male– slut.”
“Display,” Master Xerxes explained, “means that you assume this position where you are currently standing. Display In means the same as Box In except you assume this position instead of the Attention position once you are in formation.”
“The same command is also used for a slave in the outside world,” Mistress Susann explained, “except that in that case, since a slave might be dressed at the time, it also means to immediately take off all clothing before assuming this position.”
“Which brings us to the fifth command,” Master Xerxes said quietly. Even speaking softly, his voice carried easily in the cavernous space of the hangar. “There may be times when you will be transported off base for particular training or other purposes. Or perhaps we will have visitors on base who would not understand the full import of what we do at Box M. In that case, you will be given the Civilian Attire command.”
He laughed. This time it was obviously a real laugh of amusement. “That means, simply, ‘Get dressed.’” He waited for a small giggle among the sluts to quiet before continuing, “In your case, of course, that would also mean that clothing would be provided.”
Mistress Susann turned to face the two sluts on the platform and said, “Box Rest.” Sluts marcie and jj immediately assumed the at ease position.
Mistress Susann then asked slut jj, “Have you ever owned a dog?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, Mistress Susann,” slut jj instantly replied.
“Do you know what the ‘Heel’ command means?” asked Mistress Susann.
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, Mistress Susann,” slut jj again replied.
“Good,” responded Mistress Susann, “then you already know what the ‘With Me’ command means– more or less. If a Master or Mistress tells you ‘With Me,’ it means that you are to stand just behind their right shoulder. Your left shoulder should overlap their right shoulder and you should be just far enough behind them that if you raised your left arm...” Mistress Susann extended her left arm. “If you raise your left arm, your fingertips would be directly over the Master or Mistresses shoulder.”
“Of course,” Master Xerxes added in his booming voice, “you are to maintain that position as the Master or Mistress moves.”
He looked out over the formation and said in a matter-of-fact voice, “This isn’t one of the required commands, but if I, or one of the other Masters or Mistresses, give you the With Me command, we may also tell you to ‘Verify Position.’”
He paused to smile at the sluts standing before him. “That means,” he continued, “that you will raise your left arm and demonstrate that your fingertips are, in fact, directly over my shoulder.
“However!” he boomed out, “under NO circumstances are you ever to actually touch my shoulder! Do... you... understand... that?!”
“Sir, yes, Sir, Master Xerxes,” the sluts thundered back. Several of them were actually shaking in fear from the force of his voice.
“Let’s demonstrate this, then shall we?” Mistress Susann said.
“Slut marcie, With Me!” commanded Master Xerxes as he began to step down from the platform. Slut marcie hurried to assume the proper position as he walked toward the back of the hangar.
“Slut jj, With Me,” commanded Mistress Susann as she headed toward the front of the hangar.
Both made a wide U-turn as they approached the wall of the hangar and returned to the platform. After both had stepped back up onto the platform Master Xerxes commanded, “Verify position.”
Sluts marcie and jj both raised their left arms, being careful not to actually touch the shoulder. Slut jj was about three inches too far back. Slut marcie was exactly where she should be.
“Obviously,” Master Xerxes said, “this requires some practice to get right. Pair off by bunk. One of you follows the other at heel to the end of the hangar. Verify position, then switch and return. Continue that until you have done it correctly three times. Then return to formation.”
He turned to sluts marcie and jj before saying, “You two will return up here.”
For the next hour and a half the sluts walked back and forth in the hangar. Slut marcie was able to maintain the proper position from the very beginning, but it took at least a dozen tries before jj managed to get it right and another half a dozen tries before she could repeat it reliably.
Finally everyone was back in formation except sluts vivian and ellen. Slut vivian had quickly mastered the position, but slut ellen could not keep the proper distance.
Finally, Master Xerxes called them over to stand in front of him and asked firmly, “Is there a reason you can’t do this, slut ellen?”
She looked down at her feet and said something that no one could hear.
“What was that, slut ellen?” he demanded. “Say it loud enough so that everyone can hear you!”
“I’m cross-eyed,” she yelled back, immediately bursting into tears. “They fixed it with surgery,” she sobbed, “but there is still something wrong with my depth perception.”
Master Xerxes let her cry for a moment or two and then said firmly, “Repeat that in proper form, slut ellen.” His voice became somewhat softer as he added, “ There will be no punishment if you correct yourself.”
“Sir, this slut,” slut ellen sobbed out, “is cross-eyed, Sir. She cannot tell how far away something is and has to guess all the time, Master Xerxes.” She then again dissolved into tears.
“Slut ellen,” Mistress Susann said softly, “step over here.”
She did so.
“Look down,” Mistress Susann commanded. “I want you to stand so that your feet are just a little more than twice the length of your foot away from the front of my foot.”
Slut ellen, still sniffling quietly, did so.
“Now,” Mistress Susann said, “I want you to repeat that only behind me. Remember, a little more than twice the length of your foot away from the back of my foot.”
Slut ellen assumed the instructed position.
“Verify Position,” Mistress Susann said sharply and slut ellen lifted her left arm. Her fingertips were just slightly forward of Mistress Susann’s shoulder.
“That will be adequate,” Mistress Susann said. “Just remember to look down when you are unsure of your position. We will not punish you for needing to verify your position in that manner.”
Addressing the formation, Mistress Susann added, “A Master or Mistress must work with what you are, before they can change you into what you can be... and not everything can be changed.”
“Return to formation,” Master Xerxes said, “and we will go through the other positions.”
“The next command is Walk,” Mistress Susann explained. “Sometimes Go is used instead of Walk, but they mean the same thing. You are to walk in the direction indicated.”
“If you were true slaves,” Master Xerxes intoned, “rather than just sluts, this command would be very exact. You would walk at exactly 72 steps per minute. You would glide with your feet parallel to the ground at all times. Your head would be up and level. Your eyes would be forward.”
He laughed, “But none of you are true slaves... ... yet. Or, at least, none of you has officially submitted to a Master or Mistress and been marked and collared.”
“So,” Mistress Susann interjected, “Walk or Go merely means to walk in the direction indicated at a normal pace.”
“Walk March, or just March,” continued Master Xerxes, “is a little faster. And, if the command is given to more than one of you, you will walk in step.”
“Double time,” said Mistress Susann, “is basically jogging. You will get to practice those commands on your way to the evening meal, so we won’t take the time now.”
“However,” Master Xerxes said forcefully, “we will practice the Field commands. Field or Field In actually means kneel, but in a more or less sitting position. When given that command, the slut kneels with the slut’s ass resting very lightly on the legs so that there is a slight tension in the leg muscles holding the body upright. The slut’s back is straight and upright. Legs are to be apart sufficiently that the slut’s sex is totally visible. Preferably, the lips of a female slut’s sex should be slightly splayed by the position of the legs. For a man, that means that, if possible, your scrotum is not touching the insides of your thighs. Arms are forward with hands on legs near knees, palm down against the skin of the leg.”
Mistress Susann suddenly turned to face the sluts on the platform. “Sluts marcie and jj,” she said sweetly, “why don’t you demonstrate that position for us?”
Surprisingly, it was slut jj who quickly dropped into the described position. Slut marcie, who had let her mind wander for some reason, found herself having to copy slut jj’s body posture to get into the correct position.”
Mistress Susann laughed. It was that hollow laugh which caused shivers to go up the spines of those who heard it. “For some reason,” she said lightly as she smiled at slut jj, “this position feels proper to a natural submissive.” Her voice hardened as she added, “And it always looks slightly forced when a natural Dom or Master attempts it.”
She then turned to the formation and said, “Field In means that you Box In, but get into the Field position. Field Rest means that you can relax and sit fully back on your legs. You can also let your arms relax either in place or pulled in closer to your waist with your hands cupped inside each other.” After a pause, she asked sweetly, “Shall we try that?”
Master Xerxes deep voice immediately boomed out the command “Field In!” and the twelve sluts in the formation dropped to their knees and assumed the position. From their vantage point kneeling behind the Master and Mistress, sluts marcie and jj noted who easily assumed the position– sluts ellen and paula and a several others– and who obviously had to force themselves into it– sluts powers and vivian and a few others.
“Very good,” said Master Xerxes with a slight nod. Then he added, “Field Rest,” and the formation settled fully back onto their legs.
He then turned to slut jj and said firmly, “Here,” pointing down to a spot just outside his right foot.
Slut jj jumped to her feet and scurried the short distance over to where Master Xerxes had indicated. She then dropped back down into the Field position.
Master Xerxes’ deep laugh rumbled through the hangar. “This slut is one of the most perfect examples of a natural submissive I have ever seen,” he said, still laughing. “She will make someone a wonderful slave someday.”
Slut jj felt her skin warming, but it wasn’t from embarrassment. It was from pride. Her eyes flickered over to look at slut marcie, who gave her a quick smile. She felt heat again, this time between her legs.
“What slut jj has just demonstrated,” boomed out Master Xerxes, “is the Here position. That command is the same as the Field command except you are to come to wherever the person who ordered it indicates. If they do not give a hand signal or specify a different position, you are to go to just outside their right foot and enter the Field position .”
He looked out at the formation which was still kneeling at Field Rest. “Do you understand that?” he shouted and the sluts roared back, “Sir! Yes, Sir! Master Xerxes.”
Turning to address trustee brenda, who was standing alongside the platform, Master Xerxes said, “We need two sluts who are in need of punishment for the next commands.”
“In place, sir,” trustee brenda responded. “Slut marcie is due ten swats for disregarding instructions and under the two are one rule, both should receive three swats because slut jj was off by three inches when you gave the verify position command.”
“Ah,” said Master Xerxes slowly, “I would have let that minor infraction go since it was a first attempt.” He slapped his hands together, “But since we need to demonstrate the Present commands, we will go with it.”
Mistress Susann looked out at the formation and commanded “Box In!” Then she turned to sluts marcie and jj and said, “Box Rest.”
Master Xerxes noted that one of the sluts in formation started to go into Box Rest and barked out, “Formation will remain at Box In.”
All of the sluts immediately snapped to complete attention.
“Present,” explained Mistress Susann, “means that you face away from your Master or Mistress, bend over with your legs straight, and grab your ankles.”
She paused for a moment and then commanded, “Present!”
Both slut marcie and jj turned to face the back of the platform and bent over, grabbing their ankles. Slut jj wobbled slightly, but quickly stabilized. The tension in her leg muscles was obvious as her ass cheeks quivered while she struggled to retain her balance. Slut marcie, on the other hand, easily assumed and maintained the position.
“Obviously,” Master Xerxes said, “this position displays your sex to... whomever is looking. Many Masters or Mistresses will also use this position for punishment, but we at Box M do not believe that is the best way to do things.”
Mistress Susann walked over to slut jj and reached down with her finger to collect moisture from between slut jj’s dripping cunt lips. “This position is, however,” she began in her syrupy sweet voice, “a very good way to see if a slut is submissive enough to be truly turned on by what is happening.”
She reached over with her other hand and slipped a finger through slut marcie’s slit. Holding up both hands toward Master Xerxes, she cocked her head and asked, “Care to guess which of these recruits sleeps on the bottom bunk?”
He laughed his deep laugh and replied very loudly, “Box M Boot Camp, the only place I know where the Top is always on the bottom.”
Trustee yvonne, along with Master Edward and Mistress Tawnya, watching from the other platform, joined the Master and Mistress in their laugher. Trustee brenda did not laugh. Instead, she crossed her arms in front of herself and glared at slut marcie’s ass.
Master Xerxes looked down at trustee brenda and said, “Would you please come up on the platform and deliver three swats to each of these sluts?”
Trustee brenda straightened her posture and stepped up onto the stage. She began with slut marcie, standing to one side and swinging her arm fully back before delivering a resounding “Thwack!”.
Slut marcie wobbled, almost pitching forward, but managed to keep herself upright.
Two more thwacks echoed through the hangar. On the final swat, slut marcie had to step forward slightly with one foot to remain upright.
“Impressive,” said Master Xerxes quietly. Slut marcie allowed a slight grin to appear on her upside down face.
Trustee brenda fought to keep a scowl from appearing on hers. She stepped over to slut jj and repeated her exaggerated swing. Again the paddle connected with a resounding “Thwack!”
Slut jj yelped and fell forward. Somehow, she kept her hands grasping her ankles as she fell. Luckily, she turned slightly so that her shoulder, and not her face, slammed into the platform.
“Return to position!” trustee brenda screamed out.
She started to say something else, but Master Xerxes’ laugh cut her off. “That is not necessary,” he said, looking down at slut jj. “For giving such a beautiful example of why we do not use the Present position for punishment, I forgive you the remaining two swats.”
Slut jj looked up at him from the platform. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to speak, but “Sir, this slut thanks you, Sir, Master Xerxes” tumbled from her mouth before she could stop herself.
He again laughed and said, “Field Rest, slut jj. I believe you like that position.”
Slut jj rolled herself over onto her knees and assumed the proper position.
“Sir,” said trustee brenda, “slut marcie still has ten swats coming for a previous infraction.”
“I didn’t quite understand what that infraction was,” he replied, “but since we need to demonstrate Present for Punishment, I will let it go.”
Trustee brenda did not answer, but instead glared once again at slut marcie’s now red ass.
“Present for Punishment,” explained Mistress Susann, “is almost like the standard Present command, except that rather than grabbing your ankles, you put your hands flat on the floor a about a step out from your feet.”
Slut marcie released her hold on her ankles and moved her hands out to the described position. Her ass was still more or less at the same level, but now her legs were slightly angled forward.
“Tighten that up just a little bit,” Mistress Susann instructed and slut marcie walked her hands back a few inches.
“Much better,” Mistress Susann said.
The sluts in formation recognized it as the punishment position trustee brenda had used on the first day.
Master Xerxes turned once again to trustee brenda. “I believe you said ten strokes,” he said. Then he added, “Have her count them.”
Trustee brenda lightly tapped slut marcie’s ass with the paddle. “You know how to properly count strokes. If you mess up the count in any way, we start over.”
She tapped slut marcie’s ass once again and said firmly, “You understand that?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” slut marcie replied.
The first swat hit almost before slut marcie had finished speaking. The “Thwack!” was even louder than before. Several of the sluts in the other formation turned toward the source of the sound until they were sternly ordered back to Box In.
“Ma’am, one, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” slut marcie said forcefully.
Again, she had barely finished when trustee brenda again slammed the paddle into her ass.
“Ma’am, two, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” slut marcie again called out.
Trustee brenda pulled her arm further back. She even gave a slight grunt as she swung it forward with all her strength.
“Ma’am, three, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” was slut marcie’s only response.
By the seventh swat, trustee brenda was glistening with sweat. Her grunt as she swung the paddle into slut marcie’s ass was loud enough that the sluts in formation were struggling to keep from grinning. But slut marcie gave no response to the stroke except to give the proper count.
On the tenth swat, slut marcie finally gasped out a slight “uhhh” as the paddle slammed into her now red and swollen ass. There was a slight pause, but her voice was still firm as she said, “Ma’am, ten, Ma’am, trustee brenda.”
Master Xerxes raised his prominent eyebrows more than slightly as he said, “Very impressive.”
Then turning toward the sluts in formation he said, “As you can see, the Present for Punishment position is very stable. If you are punished in this position, there is no way that you can be accidentally knocked over. If you fall from this position, it will be because you are weak... or because you have been broken.”
For some reason he looked over at trustee brenda as he finished his explanation.
“Slut jj,” he then said, “Present for Punishment.”
Slut jj gasped, but immediately stood up and then lowered her hands to the platform to assume the proper position.
Master Xerxes walked over to stand behind her. He patted her ass cheeks slightly and said softly, “Do not be afraid. You aren’t going to be paddled. There is another use for the Present for Punishment position.”
He reached down between her legs and drew his finger through her slit. “You are wet, aren’t you?” he said with a slight laugh. His finger moved back forward on her slit and brushed against slut jj’s clit. She gasped loudly and then inhaled deeply.
“Do you need to cum?” he asked forcefully.
She struggled to get out the words as she said, “Sir, yes, Sir, Master Xerxes, this slut needs to cum.”
Master Xerxes did not reply. Instead, he opened the fly on his black pants and unleashed his massive member. It was not flaccid, but it wasn’t erect either. In its semi-flaccid state Master Xerxes prick was at least eight inches long and possibly as much as three inches around.
He moved to directly behind slut jj and centered his now hardening prick against her gushing cunt. He gave one or two small thrusts to enter her and then one deep push to plunge himself deeply inside her.
Her loud, “Aaaaah” echoed through the hangar. This time not only the sluts in the other formation, but everyone in the hangar, including Master Edward and Mistress Tawnya turned to see the source of the noise.
Everyone continued to watch as Master Xerxes drove himself forcefully into slut jj’s eager cunt. With each stroke, her wail increased in pitch and volume. Soon she was keening continually as he pumped within her. Finally he gave one last forceful push and stiffened against her.
He said nothing, but if he had, even his deep and resonant voice would not have been heard over the screaming wail as slut jj orgasmed. Her entire body was quivering and shaking. Her arms buckled and she would have crashed to the platform if Master Xerxes had not been holding her so firmly against himself.
Finally her wail trailed off like a teakettle running out of steam. When she was able to once again support herself with her arms, Master Xerxes pulled out of her with a loud sound very much like a cork being pulled from a bottle.
She was moaning softly, but continued to hold her position as Master Xerxes commanded her to remain in position and then said, “Slut jj, you will make someone a very wonderful slave someday.”
She didn’t answer, but instead looked over at slut marcie with a loopy grin on her face. Everyone was watching the cum drip out of her cunt, so only slut marcie saw trustee brenda’s reaction to slut jj’s grin. Trustee brenda was once again holding her arms crossed in front of herself and glaring at slut marcie. Their eyes met and slut marcie could see the fire of hatred flare in the trustee’s eyes. She turned her face away, but otherwise remained in the Present for Punishment position.
“There are three more position commands,” Master Xerxes said in his deep voice, “but we are out of time for today. So, we will include those with another day’s training.”
Mistress Susann faced the formation in front of the platform and yelled out, “So that we know you have learned something today ... Present!”
The entire formation turned away from the platform. There was some clumsiness as they struggled to bend over without hitting each other, but soon twelve asses were properly displayed. Mistress Susann pulled a small camera from a pocket on her skirt and took several quick pictures. The flash glistened off the wet cunt lips of several of the sluts. One of the male slut’s prick was also glistening in the flash, indicating that he had been leaking pre-cum as he stood watching what happened on the platform.
“Box In,” Master Xerxes thundered and the formation snapped upright and turned to face him.
“Join the formation,” he said to sluts marcie and jj. Both were walking slightly unsteadily as they made their way to the back of the formation.
When they were in place, Mistress Susann said, “Trustee brenda will now take you back to your barracks. On the way, you will review what the March and Double Time commands mean.”
“Walk, following me,” trustee brenda barked out as she stepped off the platform. The formation walked in step behind her as she led them out of the hangar. As soon as they were outside, trustee brenda yelled out, “March!” and quickened her step. Slut jj appeared to still be in a daze, but changed her pace to follow the slut in front of her. Slut marcie noted that they were walking away from, not toward, the barracks, but said nothing.
Soon, most of the formation was aware that they were going in the wrong direction. Several sluts looked over toward the barracks area, but none said anything. Finally, when they were on the far side of the parade ground, trustee brenda shouted out, “Halt!”
The formation stopped. Several of the sluts were breathing heavily. Slut marcie winced once or twice as she shifted her weight from leg to leg.
“You have fifteen minutes to get back to the barracks, clean yourselves, and get over to the mess hall for supper.” She paused for what seemed like a long time and then cried out, “About Face! To the barracks! Double Time! In formation!”
The formation turned as one and began running toward the barracks. Trustee brenda walked slowly behind them, watching them run into the camp.
Sluts jj and marcie were now leading the formation. Both of them knew that trustee brenda had done this intentionally so that the formation would blame them for being late and missing supper. Trustee brenda had assumed that slut marcie’s pain and slut jj’s sexual exhaustion would slow them down. She had not counted, however, either on slut marcie’s determination or slut jj’s absolute commitment to slut marcie.
Slut marcie ran fast despite her pain because her anger at trustee brenda was much greater than any pain she was feeling. Slut jj kept up with her because... because her place was beside– or at the feet of– the woman that she knew in her heart would someday be her life-long Mistress.
The sun was already low on the horizon when trustee brenda released the recruits to return to the barracks. It was twilight by the time the twenty-five women and three men had squeezed themselves through the winding shower system.
Sluts marcie and jj were more or less in the middle of the line of sluts as they came out of the shower. Both immediately began running for the mess hall. The bottles with the penis nipples were already in place. Slut marcie and jj’s bottles were again at the corner. In fact, slut marcie’s was exactly IN the corner so that all she could see as she suckled her supper was the coarse walls of the mess hall. Slut jj was still next to her, but except for feeling her feet brush against her own, she might as well have been alone.
“My water doesn’t taste right,” slut jj whispered loudly to slut marcie.
“Switch bottles with me,” slut marcie said as she knocked over her own water bottle so that it rolled over toward slut jj. Slut jj quickly slid her own bottle back and replaced it with the bottle rolling on the floor.
Slut marcie took a tentative sip of the water. It did taste wrong. Unlike her own water, slut jj’s had a bitter, medicinal taste to it. She grabbed the bottle with her hand and tightly bit the nipple while she pulled up with her head. The nipple popped easily off and slut marcie immediately tipped the bottle over once again. The clear liquid spilled out as it rolled back between her legs and out toward the center of the room.
“Slut marcie!” screamed trustee brenda. “Present for Punishment!”
Slut marcie looked back between her legs to where trustee brenda was standing pointing at the floor. She rose quickly and assumed the proper position.
“For someone who doesn’t get wet with pain,” trustee brenda said decisively, “you sure seem to be attracted to punishment.” She laughed slightly before saying, “Five swats for spilling your supper.” She paused and then added, “... and you go to bed thirsty because there’re no drinking fountains in the barracks and I’d better not see you trying to get water out of the sinks.”
Trustee brenda then swung her arm back and slammed into slut marcie’s ass. To slut jj’s– and everyone else’s– amazement slut marcie’s arm folded with the impact and she rolled over onto the wet floor.
“Resume position!” bellowed trustee brenda.
Slut marcie pushed herself to her feet and again assumed the proper position with her hands flat on the floor and her ass presented for punishment.
Trustee brenda’s arm went even further back and came forward even faster. A loud “Thwack!” echoed in the mess hall. Once again, slut marcie tumbled to the floor. Her back was now covered in dirt and grime, while her ass was red and swollen.
“You had better stay in place this time,” growled trustee brenda, “or I will double the punishment.
Again a resounding “Thwack!” echoed through the mess hall. This time slut jj was not amazed, she was confused. Not only did slut marcie’s arms not fold, her body barely responded to the intense smack.
Trustee brenda delivered the final two swats rapidly, grunting slightly with effort as she tried to swing harder with each blow. “Stand over by the door with your face to the wall,” she commanded as she once again tied her paddle around her waist. “That way the other sluts can see what happens if you are sloppy when you eat.”
Slut marcie did as she was instructed. When the klaxon sounded, the other sluts rose from their positions on the floor and walked out, single file, past her. Trustee brenda followed the sluts to the door, but paused when she got to slut marcie.
“You are released to the barracks,” she said flatly. “And I want you to go through the showers twice before you even think about getting into your bunk. You’re filthier than a sow.” She laughed slightly before saying, “Or maybe you are a filthy sow.”
Still chuckling at her own joke, trustee brenda followed slut marcie out the mess hall door.
When slut marcie got to the barracks, she immediately– as ordered– went through the shower maze. Trustee brenda was waiting for her as she came out of the shower exit.
“Did that sting a little on your red ass?” she asked. There was obvious contempt in her voice.
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda, the showers did sting,” she answered.
What she didn’t say, however, was that she stood directly under the clear water rinse with her mouth open, eagerly guzzling the water as it streamed down on her face. By the time she went through the showers a second time, she had more than replaced the amount of water she lost by dumping slut jj’s tainted bottle.
When she finally got to her bed, slut jj was sitting cross legged on the upper bunk. “Was my water bottle OK?” slut marcie quietly asked her.
Slut jj nodded her head.
“If you can,” slut marcie continued, almost at a whisper, “switch bottles with whoever is next to you, even if that is me. Something isn’t right here.”
“Am I in danger?” slut jj asked, her eyes widening in fear.
“Not while I am protecting you,” slut marcie answered. Slut jj had never seen her friend’s face look so determined... or so frightening.
“Who do you think it is?” slut jj asked.
“We will know by tomorrow,” slut marcie replied. “Don’t you worry about it. Let me do the worrying for both of us.”
Slut jj did worry about it. Slut marcie could hear her tossing and turning in the upper bunk until well after midnight before she settled down and finally fell asleep.
Around two in the morning, the entire barracks was startled awake by slut jj’s scream. Slut marcie jumped out of bed to find slut jj kneeling on the upper bunk, still screaming. Trustee brenda was standing on the other side of the bunk looking very surprised.
“What happened?” slut marcie quickly asked.
“Somebody stuck their fingers up inside me,” slut jj stuttered out, glaring at the trustee.
“You were dreaming,” trustee brenda replied with a huff. “I see you tossing in your sleep every time I make my rounds. You’ve been having nightmares since you arrived. Are you sure you really want to be here?”
Slut jj continued to stare silently at the trustee. “You were very restless tonight,” trustee brenda continued. “I touched your shoulder to check that you were OK. The rest was just your dream.”
She then reached for the paddle at her waist and said, “And the punishment for an improper answer is five swats.”
“Ma’am, a slut is permitted any speech when addressing another slut, Ma’am,” slut marcie said carefully. “This slut asked the question. Slut jj was speaking to this slut and not to a superior, trustee brenda.”
Trustee brenda stared back at her but said nothing. Instead she turned and walked back to her room.
Slut jj was still kneeling on her upper bunk. She was quivering as if she wanted to cry, but couldn’t. Slut marcie reached up and stroked slut jj’s shoulder. “Now we know who spiked your water,” she said. “She expected you to be unconscious, not asleep.”
“I think she was trying to fist me,” slut jj said softly. “I would have let her if she asked– or ordered. She didn’t have to try to... rape me.”
“There is a thin line between dominance and sadism,” slut marcie replied. “And an even thinner line between sadism and psycho. I don’t think trustee brenda knows which side of either line she wants to be on.”
Slut jj looked at her friend with total confusion. “I’ll explain it all to you later,” slut marcie said and she gently guided slut jj back down into a sleeping position. “... after I figure it out myself,” she added softly.
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