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. Chapter Nine makes it clear that trustee brenda is intent on eliminating all males in her group
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Chapter Nine: Second Verse, Same as the First
Slut marcie felt as if she had just fallen back asleep when the lights in the barracks snapped on at six and trustee brenda’s voice screamed out her revelry of, “Out of those beds, sluts! You have 25 minutes to complete your morning routine and form a line outside the barracks.” Slapping her paddle against the palm of her hand she added, “Remember, anyone who is late gets ten with my little friend, and the last one in line gets ten more whether you are on time or not.”
This time, sluts marcie and jj had started moving as soon as the lights came on so they were about halfway back in the line for the toilets. Since they were in the second group to seat themselves on the dildo saddles, they would not be late. As the water flushed them out, slut jj looked over at the line where five sluts were still jostling with each other to see who would be the very last. One, slut andrew, gave a deep sigh and shrugged his shoulders as he moved to the very back of the line. Once he reached the last place, he reached back and rubbed his ass slightly and smiled.
“He wants to be last,” slut jj whispered loudly to slut marcie. “He wants ten with that rubber paddle.”
“Don’t you?” replied slut marcie.
Slut jj reddened slightly and said very softly, “Yes... no... I mean... not from her.”
“So if I had the paddle you would be late every morning?” slut marcie asked.
Slut jj smiled at her and answered, “And every night.”
The saddle clicked loudly indicating that it had finished its cycles. “We’d better keep moving,” slut marcie said, “or we both will get a taste of that rubber paddle.”
Slut jj didn’t answer, but she did scurry over to the entrance to the showers. When they emerged dripping from the other end, trustee brenda was already counting down the seconds. They both joined the formation as the count turned to single digits.
“That was close,” whispered slut jj.
“Too close,” slut marcie answered.
Slut powers, who was standing next to her turned slightly and said in a very soft voice. “I saw the stopwatch. There were still two minutes left. She was short-counting so you would be late, but you were just a little faster than she had figured.”
Slut powers then scowled and turned her head back forward indicating both her displeasure with trustee brenda and the fact that she would say no more.
A few minutes later the final five came walking out of the showers. There was no need to run, they were already late and slut andrew was not attempting to overtake them.
As they reached the line of sluts, trustee brenda barked out, “Present for Punishment!” and they dropped their hands to the ground. Slut andrew evidently wasn’t the only one who was intentionally late. Two of the female sluts were obviously very wet— and it wasn’t from the showers. As slut andrew bent over into the punishment position, his small penis and scrotum hung down between his legs. He was sporting an erection, but even so he was less than four inches long and only as big around as a finger— a woman’s finger.
Trustee brenda began with the first female slut. “Count them,” she spat out. “...and count them properly.”
She then began whaling on the first slut’s ass. Her swats were so rapid that the slut’s screams and count blended together in one, long, continuous wail which ended with “Ma’am, five, Ma’am, trustee brenda.”
Without saying anything, trustee brenda moved on to the next slut. This slut began counting before the first stroke actually fell. “Ma’am, one, Ma’am,” she said quickly. Then she screamed as the first swat smacked against her ass and added, “trustee brenda.” As the next four swats slammed into her ass, the scream moved farther and farther forward into her count until for the last count, she screamed before the first “Ma’am.”
The third and fourth sluts managed to stay up with the count by skipping most of the correct form of the answer and just yelling out, “Ma’am, one, Ma’am, two, Ma’am, three, Ma’am, four, Ma’am, five, Ma’am, trustee brenda.” For both of them, trustee brenda added one more very hard swat before saying, “That’s for not keeping with proper form.”
The four sluts remained in the punishment position. The asses of the last two, who had answered incorrectly, were slightly redder than the first two. They were also much wetter between their legs.
“Is everyone here a painslut?” slut jj whispered to slut marcie.
“Takes one to know one,” slut marcie answered back with a twisted smile.
Slut jj opened her mouth to say something else, but trustee brenda yelled out, “Quiet in the ranks!”
“Look at this little slut,” trustee brenda said as she stopped behind slut andrew. “He has a woodie... or maybe I should call something that small a twiggie.” She laughed at her own joke and then reached out and ran her hand down slut andrew’s ass.
“And look at this ass,” she added. “There’s almost nothing there.”
She patted slut andrew’s narrow ass and said, “I don’t know how you are going to stand twenty of my best, but you will... oh, yes, you will... or you will be going home like slut raymond.”
She then stepped slightly to the side and took a hefty backswing before delivering a very loud smack to slut andrew’s ass. The very loud “Smack!” was slightly louder than his scream.
“Ma’am, one, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” he cried out.
She stood for a moment watching his quivering ass. A bright red stripe in the shape of the paddle appeared across his right ass cheek.
“Smack!”
This time his scream was definitely louder than the sound of the paddle. His voice was still quivering as he choked out, “Ma’am, two, Ma’am, trustee brenda.”
Again, trustee brenda waited for the red stripe to appear on his left ass cheek before continuing. She drew her arm fully back and put her whole weight into the swing, hitting dead center so that the paddle struck both ass cheeks directly above his asshole.
“Aiiiieeee!” he screamed as he bucked and twisted in place.
Trustee brenda waited patiently for him to give the count, reaching out with her left hand to trace the welt her third stroke had caused. “Is reality too much for your fantasy, little boy?” she asked. “Did you really think I would let you get pleasure from one of my spankings?”
Slut andrew began sobbing, but still managed to stutter out, “Ma’am, three, Ma’am, trustee brenda,”
Trustee brenda glared down at him and began swinging wildly. She wasn’t even giving him a chance to call out the count. Instead, she swung repeatedly, striking not only on his ass, but far down onto his legs and higher up onto his back. When she finished, slut marcie was sure that the count actually stood at twenty-seven or twenty-eight. She was also sure that trustee brenda had damaged slut andrew’s kidneys by striking him so hard in the small of the back.
Trustee brenda stood for a moment, panting heavily from the exertion. Then she said roughly, “Twenty!” and reached up and pushed slut andrew sideways with her foot. He crumpled to the ground and pulled himself into a fetal position.
After taking a deep breath, trustee brenda straightened herself and said brusquely, “Trustee yvonne, take care of this. The rest of you have seven minutes to finish breakfast and get your asses back here.”
The remaining twenty-seven sluts immediately turned and ran for the mess hall. Slut jj stumbled as they came through the door and knocked several of the bottles flying across the room. “Sorry,” she said as she scrambled to return them to the proper places. Slut marcie noted with satisfaction that by the time slut jj had put the bottles back in place, the bottles sitting in her own position were not the ones that had been there before.
She smiled at slut marcie and then dropped down and hungrily sucked at the chocolate glop. A few minutes later, she had also sucked down the full bottle of water.
“I guess I’m just clumsy,” she said to slut marcie as they got up to return to the barracks.
“You can’t do that every meal,” slut marcie cautioned.
“I’m very inventive,” slut jj responded. “I’ll think of something.”
As they jogged back through the camp, the white Box M helicopter roared overhead. “I think the nearest big city is southeast of us,” slut marcie said as they fell in line in front of the barracks.
“Why’s that?” slut paula asked.
Slut marcie pointed up into the sky and replied, “That’s the direction the helicopter went to take slut andrew to the hospital.”
“How do you know it was slut andrew?” slut jj asked in a nervous whisper.
Before slut marcie could answer, slut brenda shouted, “Box In!” and the line of sluts came to attention.
“We seem to have lost another recruit,” trustee brenda said with a chuckle. “They haven’t decided yet whether he dropped out or was injured in an unfortunate accident.” She scoffed lightly and added, “Either way, I don’t think he will be coming back to Box M Ranch.”
Trustee yvonne stepped forward and said, “Slut julia, for the time being you will be by yourself. We are moving you to the back of the roller yoke with sluts marcie and jj. Slut marcie will be responsible for your sunscreen. Slut powers and paula will move up into the vacant pusher trace.”
She paused for a moment and then said firmly, “Go, Double Time, rows of four, to the parade ground and assume your positions for morning exercise.”
The twenty-seven sluts ran for the parade ground. Trustees brenda and yvonne walked calmly after them. Meanwhile, slut gerard carefully worked his way through the rows and trotted up alongside slut marcie so he could say more or less quietly, “I’m next.”
“What?” slut marcie answered.
“Or at least in the next two,” he added as they ran. “Trustee brenda is trying to get rid of all the men. I think she is afraid that one might be the Master who claims her. She started with the weakest and is working her way up.” He paused and said quickly, “I might be misjudging raymond since that was an accident, but she picked slut andrew for a reason.”
“If she is starting at the weakest,” slut marcie answered quickly, “Then there is still another before you. It’s obvious that you will be going into the Master in training track.”
“Just as obvious for you,” he answered back. “That’s why she’s also targeting you.” He chuckled slightly before adding, “That and the fact that she has the hots for your submissive little friend jj.”
As he spoke, slut marcie kept thinking that she had heard his voice before— a lot, but she couldn’t place it. Perhaps she had heard it on the radio or in a television commercial. His voice wasn’t all that deep, but there was a power and resonance in it that would be highly prized in TV or radio.
She was also thinking that he was definitely not a submissive. Slut marcie could tell that he was intentionally trying to look less powerful, but he nonetheless held himself like a very powerful man. His steel-gray eyes were piercing and seemed to look through you— or at least into you. And he was constantly checking his surroundings as would a military man. Slut gerard was definitely not a submissive.
Both looked to the edge of the parade ground where trustees brenda and yvonne were approaching. The trustees would expect the sluts to all be in their proper positions by the time they got there.
“Watch my back,” he said quickly, “and I will watch yours.”
Slut marcie just nodded and took her place with slut jj in the last row. Because slut andrew was missing, there were only three sluts in the row, including slut julia. Slut marcie pulled slut jj over to her so they were in the left corner as trustee brenda had ordered them the day before. Slut julia left a blank space and stood on the far right. She looked over at slut marcie and shrugged her shoulders. No matter what they did, trustee brenda could say it was wrong.
Trustee brenda, however, said nothing. Instead, she went front center and screamed out, “Box in.” The sluts immediately snapped to attention.
Trustee yvonne stood alongside trustee brenda. She spoke firmly, but just loudly enough to be heard. “Stretch out your arms and verify that you have enough room on either side of you for exercises.”
The sluts stretched out their arms. Surprisingly, all of them were standing so that their fingertips just missed touching those to either side of them.
“Right face,” trustee brenda screamed out, and the sluts turned in response. Slut jj couldn’t help grinning slightly as she saw the disappointment on trustee brenda’s face. Again, all of the sluts were standing so that their fingertips just missed touching those to either side of them.
“Box in,” snapped trustee brenda. Then she said sarcastically, “Since you are all so ready to exercise, we will start with three hundred jumping jacks.” There was a soft gasp from several of the sluts.
“And I want to see those tits flopping with each jump,” she yelled. Then with a laugh, she added, “And for those of you who don’t have tits, there is something else I want to see flopping with your effort.”
Trustee yvonne then called out, “Count in unison. You are counting for yourself, so all that is needed is the number.” She paused and then said, “Begin!”
Slut jj thought that she would never be able to do three hundred jumping jacks, but somehow, with everyone counting in unison, she was able to do it.
Following the jumping jacks, trustee brenda screamed out, “UBs on your backs. LBs hold their feet down. Same as yesterday. Fifty situps in two minutes.”
She paused to look at the twelve pairs of sluts lying in the dust. “Trustee yvonne,” she said softly, “why don’t you hold down slut julia’s feet so she has a chance of at least not getting punished.”
She then returned her gaze to the twelve pairs. “Yes,” she said with a sneer, “today, anyone who does not get at least twenty gets ten with the quirt.” She smacked the leather of the crop-like whip against her palm as she added, “One of us will enjoy that.”
“Both of us, if it wasn’t her,” slut jj said softly. “But I’m not willingly giving her my ass.”
The word “ass” morphed into a heavy grunt as slut jj responded to trustee brenda’s shout of “Starting NOW!” Two minutes later, slut marcie smiled at her and said, “Forty-one.”
The look of disappointment on trustee brenda’s face was obvious when all of the upper bunk sluts completed at least twenty situps.
“Maybe we will have to make thirty the punishment point tomorrow,” she said angrily. Then she shouted out “Reverse!” and the lower bunk sluts got ready to do their situps. Slut marcie was barely in position when trustee brenda screamed out, “Fifty in two minutes... starting NOW!”
Only one of the LBs did less than forty situps. Nine of the twelve completed the fifty.
Evidently trustee brenda hadn’t expected any of the lower bunk sluts to fail because she didn’t even ask how many they actually did. Instead, as soon as the two minutes were up, she shouted out, “Box in!”
After everyone was back in formation, she said simply, “Pushups.” Then she yelled, “In position!” and all twenty-seven sluts assumed the proper position. “If it were up to me,” trustee brenda said firmly, “anyone who did not make at least twenty-five pushups today would get twenty-five with the quirt... as would their bunk partner.” She sighed. “But the rules say that you have two weeks to work up to the fifty required pushups before I can start punishments.”
She put her fists on her hips and looked down at the twenty-seven sweaty bodies glistening in the sun. She seemed to lose herself slightly as she stared at slut jj’s shiny, quivering ass cheeks. Then she shivered slightly and barked out, “Begin!”
Although they had not been ordered to do so, sluts marcie and gerard began loudly counting their pushups. By the time they had reached “three,” most of the other sluts were counting with them.
To slut jj’s total amazement, she was able to make it to twenty-six before collapsing into the dust with a loud “umph.” She lay there breathing heavily. Only sluts marcie, gerard, and two others made the expected fifty pushups, but all of the sluts had done considerably more than they thought they could do.
When the four sluts finally called out “Fifty!” trustee brenda did not look pleased. The purpose of the exercises— at least in her mind— was to cement her control over the sluts. But the sluts were obviously following slut marcie and slut gerard. Something would have to be done about that.
She stared down at slut gerard. She wanted him to see— and fear— the hatred in her eyes, but when he looked back up at her, it was she, not slut gerard, who turned away. For just a moment, she had seen something very powerful flare in his eyes before he forced himself back into his subservient role.
Luckily, the water truck arrived at this point and she was able to cover her fear by loudly ordering, “Box in, single line, for morning rinse off.”
Two men in bluejeans were manning the hoses as the water truck drove down the line, spraying the sluts with the cold water. As the truck passed, each slut turned so that the frigid stream would rinse off their entire body. While the men were hosing off the sluts, trustee brenda stood looking like she was deep in thought. There was a look of fear— almost panic— on her face as she called out, “To the roller,” after the water truck had passed.
She then jogged over to the truck and spoke with the two men as they rinsed off the roller itself.
Twenty-four of the sluts distributed themselves in pushing positions behind the roller. Sluts marcie, jj, and julia took their place on the steering yoke. Sluts marcie and jj were on the right side of the main beam and slut julie was by herself on the left side.
As the trustees approached, however, slut marcie quickly pulled slut julia over to the far right so that sluts julia and jj were on that side of the yoke. Then she took her place alone on the left side. Trustee brenda started to say something to her, but stopped herself and walked forward to her platform at the front of the roller.
“We are going to start out slowly this morning,” she began. “Once you are dried off a little, LBs will go by row to get the sunscreen. Remember, if your partner burns, you are the one who is punished.”
Slut jj looked over at slut julia, whose skin was so pale that the blue of her veins could easily be seen. “You burn really quick, don’t you?” she asked.
Slut julia nodded her head. “And I’ve already been out in the sun almost too long,” she said. “By the time slut marcie can go forward to get the sunblock,” she added glumly, “I will already be toast.”
A loud, “Forward,” interrupted them as trustee brenda gave the signal to move. There was a collective grunt as the sluts pushed against the bars in front of them. Evidently, the roller was full of water this morning rather than being nearly empty as it had been yesterday, because it took all their strength just to get it to start moving.
As soon as things began to move, slut marcie scurried forward and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen from the tray just behind the roller.
“What do you think you are doing?” screamed trustee brenda.
“Ma’am, getting sunscreen for my UBs, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” slut marcie immediately replied.
“I said by rows,” screamed trustee brenda.
Hurrying back to her place, slut marcie answered, “Ma’am, yes, you did. But you didn’t say from which end, Ma’am, trustee brenda.”
Trustee brenda just huffed her anger and gave the signal to turn left. Slut marcie wedged the bottle of sunscreen into a large hole which was intended to give access to some bolts that joined sections of the yoke and then tugged the end of the long steering yoke to the right so that the roller would turn left.
“I think I will be too busy to take this back to the tray today,” she said softly to slut jj. Then as soon as the roller had completed the turn, she began slathering the sunscreen over as much of slut julia’s body as she could.
As her hand passed down slut julia’s stomach, the slut shuddered and groaned. “We have to get you matched up with someone soon,” slut marcie said, “or trustee brenda will eat you alive. You are so obviously a slut in heat.”
“Thank you,” slut julia said in reply.
“If I didn’t put sunscreen on you,” slut marcie responded, “I’m the one who would get punished.”
“No,” slut julia said. “Thank you for saying that I am obviously a slut in heat. That’s what I am and I have been hiding it for so long. It feels so good to openly be what I am.”
“She also warned you about trustee brenda,” slut jj said grimly. “Remember that warning! There’s something off with that woman. I don’t want her anywhere near me... and I’m a painslut.”
“I’m not,” slut julia said softly. Then she added with a grin, “I’m just a regular slut who’s almost always in heat.”
Further conversation was not possible as they were now on a slight upward incline and all twenty-seven of the sluts were straining to keep the roller moving. Standing up on her platform, trustee brenda was screaming, “Faster, faster,” and was giving the forward signal with her hands.
Slut marcie and the other LBs regularly ran forward to get sunscreen or water bottles out of the tray behind the roller. Trustee brenda kept them moving on the ridge that surrounded the box canyon at an almost double-time pace until all of them were panting and covered with sweat, dust, and smeared sunscreen. They covered the distance done the day before in less than half the time and still she demanded that they go faster.
Finally she signaled them to a halt at the top of the canyon. A heavy timbered fence, similar to the one around the main compound ran alongside the trail at this point. A large sign which had fallen from the fence lay face up on the dust. It read, “No Trespassing. Former Military Bio-weapons Test Area. Do not touch or ingest soil, plants, or water in this area.”
Despite the burning in her muscles and lungs, slut marcie found herself laughing at the wording on the sign. “Good way to keep out the curious,” she said to slut jj as she nodded toward the sign. She then looked carefully around at the trail behind them and before them.
They were at the top of a long, steep hill which circled the end of the box canyon and led back down to the camp. Trustee brenda turned on her platform and said, “That’s the camp down there below us. We are running behind, so we are going to go double-time, plus, all the way back down to the parade grounds.”
Slut marcie leaned forward as far as she could and said firmly to the back row of pushers, “Regardless of what she says or signals, don’t go faster than I count. Pass that on to the other rows.”
Slut powers looked back at her and nodded her head. Soon the message was moved forward all the way to the front row.
As the roller started down the hill, slut marcie started chanting, “Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup,” in time with her feet hitting the ground. She wasn’t loud, but soon all twenty-seven were chanting with her.
Trustee brenda signaled for more speed, and slut marcie sped up her chant slightly. Trustee brenda signaled again, but the chant remained at the same pace. “Faster!” the trustee screamed, but the “yup, yup, yup,” remained at the same pace.
“Slut marcie,” trustee brenda yelled, “this is your making and I will get you for this!”
Slut marcie seemed not to hear her, but continued with her “yup, yup, yup,” at the same pace.
Trustee brenda was red with anger, but turned and faced forward once again on her platform. She gave the signal to speed up once again, but, if anything, slut marcie slowed the pace of her chant in response.
A signal for a right turn led them around a small hillock. They had just completed the right turn when trustee brenda jumped from her platform onto the tray which held the supplies. She then leapt from the tray onto the side of the hill. Trustee yvonne, who had been jogging to keep up with the roller, broke into a run as she tried to catch up with the huge device, but she was way too far behind.
“Pull back! Pull back!” slut marcie yelled out loudly. All of the sluts pulled against the yoke, but the extreme weight of the water-filled roller continued to drag them down the path.
“Powers! Here!” slut marcie screamed, and the black slut ducked under the push bar behind her and quickly moved around the outside of the yoke to join slut marcie at the steering position.
“Gerard! Here!” she added, and slut gerard also joined her at the steering position.
“There’s a ravine ahead,” she yelled. “I saw it from the other side of the canyon. The front rows can’t get clear of their traces, or we could just let it crash. We have to slow it. If we try to stop it too fast, it will just pull us along.”
With that, she ran toward the front of the roller and leapt up onto the tray so that she could ascend to the platform. What she saw made her gasp. They were almost there. The road continued to curve to the right and then made an almost hairpin turn to the left to go around a deep ravine. A short distance after that, it again turned hard to the right and continued on down to the camp.
If they couldn’t hold the first right turn, they would slide off into the mouth of the ravine. If the roller missed the hairpin curve and went up onto the hill, it would turn over and tumble back into the ravine. If they didn’t make the right turn on the other side of the ravine, the roller— and they— would fall a hundred feet to the canyon floor itself.
“Hold the right turn,” she yelled back to sluts powers and gerard. “Then get ready for a sharp left.”
Looking down at the rows of sluts straining to slow the roller, she yelled out, “Keep pulling back as you run. If we can slow it down enough, we can make it.”
Slut powers resumed the chant from earlier. The “yup, yup, yup” was much slower than before, and slightly slower than the sluts’ actual steps. As the steps came closer to the chant, she again slowed the chant so that the sluts would continue to slow their pace.
The roller barely made it around the turn when slut marcie began screaming. “Sharp left! Sharp left!”
The huge roller was skidding on the dirt and gravel, but at least it was skidding away from, rather than toward, the deep ravine. As long as it didn’t go far enough up the embankment to topple, they might make it.
“Steady, then right,” slut marcie yelled out. She held her hand in the forward position and slowly lowered it to indicate the turn. Again, the roller was skidding slightly on the clay and gravel, but they successfully made the turn.
Once they were on the straightaway, slut marcie was holding both hands down in the straight position while she yelled out, “Slower... slow it down... slow it down.”
As the roller came almost to a stop, a voice from alongside her said angrily, “You almost got us all killed, slut marcie.” Trustee brenda had caught back up with the roller by running across the top of the hills and had resumed her position on the platform.
Slut marcie turned to face her. “Ma’am, if you say so, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” she said softly.
“Return to your position,” trustee brenda spat out. “I will deal with you later.”
Slut marcie hopped down from the roller and returned to the steering yoke. Sluts powers and gerard had already returned to their positions.
Trustee brenda kept the roller at a reasonable pace the rest of the way back to the parade grounds. When it had come to a full halt, she yelled out, “Report to your barracks and go through the showers. Then report to the mess hall for lunch. You will re-assemble in front of your barracks in exactly one-half hour.”
The sluts took off at a run towards the barracks. A few were running because they were hungry, but most were running just to get away from trustee brenda.
“What do you think she will do to you?” slut jj asked slut marcie as they ran.
“Nothing... publicly,” slut marcie responded. “She will do something, but she can’t make it official or she will have to explain her own actions.”
“Watch your back,” came a deep voice from alongside as slut gerard trotted past.
After a quick trip through the showers, the sluts raced to the mess hall. This time, slut jj, didn’t bother to knock over the bottles and began sucking at the penis bottle full of chocolate flavored glop.
“What if it’s spiked?” slut marcie hissed rapidly.
“I think I only have to worry about the night ones,” slut jj responded. “She wants me knocked out at night, not during the day.”
Slut marcie didn’t answer, but instead began sucking on her own bottle.
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