Chapter 9: Boot Camp: Servitude Training
The freshly pierced slaves were awakened twice that night as the maids visited
to clean their jewelry with saline. It didn't burn like the alcohol, but the
girls were still very tender in those areas, as the maids rotated the rings
during each cleaning. They heard the maids talking, as they were again ignored,
discussing their Mistress' handiwork on their second visit.
"She placed them all so beautifully, and notice, no more signs of bleeding, they
are already healing nicely. I just wish she hadn't left us here, I hate
servicing men, especially up the ass." Said one to the other.
"You know she was not pleased with us from Mistress K's visit. She always sends
us to service men when we are out of favor, it helps remind us how generous
servicing a Mistress is, compared to Masters." Said the other, as they left the
cell, and the slaves, in darkness again.
In her bonds lisa felt her first pangs of slave jealousy, did they really get
fucked by the Masters?
As if reading her mind, daphne said," Don't feel too bad lisa, I am jealous too.
With these piercings we cannot offer our Masters what they demand for about a
month. I am sure the maids and the twins are here mainly to pleasure Them, and
to torture us. It is the price a slave pays, we are exclusive to Their whims,
but They can do as they please. That means They will use us as They see fit, we
will see Them get pleasure from others, and we will pleasure others, whenever
They choose. It's best you understand this immediately."
"I understand," said lisa, realizing how one-sided slavery was," but it doesn't
change my feelings for Him. It makes me jealous to think of Him with another!"
"Be prepared to WATCH Him with another," said daphne," it is part of what He
will do. Accept it, and be glad he chose you for His slave. Serve Him, please
Him, and eventually He will use you more and others less. He may even get you
slaves of your own, someday."
"I just want Him," was all lisa said.
Daphne knew this was the hardest part for a slave to understand, Masters had
complete control, what they did was LAW. A slave had only one choice, submit or
forsake slavery. What she also knew, and did not tell lisa yet, was that now
that the choice was made, the only way out was being sold to another slaver.
She hoped, for lisa's sake, that she could adjust to this life, she had to
forget the idea of what she wanted from now on, and just live to please her
Master. While lisa battled her jealousy, daphne drifted off to sleep, expecting
a long month of servile duties, until her body healed. Soon lisa was asleep
again, unaware that her jealousy was nothing compared to what she would soon
face.
Promptly at seven am the next morning the men awoke in their rooms, each with a
twin under the covers and sucking their cocks. As if of one mind, they soon
ordered the twins to straddle and fuck them properly. They both enjoyed the
feel of the twins vaginal rings, as the two slaves rode their temporary Masters,
and they thought how annoying it was to have to wait for daphne and lisa to
heal.
After allowing the twins to reach an orgasm while fucking them, they did
correctly ask permission first. The men ordered them to kneel at the base of
their beds, asses up and ready. Instead of taking them right away, each headed
to the bathroom first. Their plan was to wait until their slaves arrived, so
they could watch.
At eight, lisa and daphne, each entered their Master's rooms, freshly bathed and
ready, and saw a twin in position at the end of the bed. For the experienced
slave, there was no surprise, but lisa was not prepared for her Master's plan.
John had her sit on the floor at the base of the bed, legs under the bed. He
tied her wrists off to the base posts, and ordered her to watch. He then stood
at lisa's back, as 'slut' backed her asshole onto His cock, as lisa watched
jealously at first. She noticed how easily His cock entered her, figuring that
wearing the large plug with her tail loosened her up.
Master and slut rutted above lisa for quite a while, she didn't know who was
fucking harder, her Master or the slut, as they pounded into each other. After
what seemed like forever, Master stopped thrusting as He buried himself fully in
slut, and lisa could see the base of his dick pulse as He filled her ass with
his cum. As if this was prepared, when he withdrew, slut clamped her ass shut,
spun around, and sat on the end of the bed with lisa's face trapped between her
thighs. Lisa had trouble breathing and seeing, but could feel and hear as slut
sucked her Master's dick clean. Finally he stepped back, and slut reclined,
releasing lisa's face.
"Lick up my come as it dribbles out her ass, slave," commanded John, and though
this was something new and extreme, lisa's need to please her Master was
stronger. She saw slut relax her asshole, and Master's spunk came dribbling
out, as she reached her tongue forward and lapped it up. It tasted strange,
coming from slut's ass, but she had had an enema this morning, and it was not as
bad as it could have been. John watched lisa obey, and was proud of her, he
expected to need to coax her a bit.
In Jack's room, there was a similar scene, except daphne was lying under whore,
on her back, licking her pussy as Jack fucked whore's ass. When he came, and
withdrew, daphne was smothered by whore's tit's as she rolled over to clean
Jack's cock, then was smothered again when whore sat on her face, and expelled
Jack's load right into her mouth, forcing it out like she was defecating. Jack
had whore thoroughly clean and saline daphne's face afterwards, since he didn't
want to infect her nose ring.
When both men were finished playing with their slaves, they sent them with the
twins to the kitchen. On the table they saw two sets of clothing and equipment.
They were both fitted with chastity belts, made of leather, that completely
covered their ringed pussies. They also had medium butt plugs inserted, and
trapped in their butts. A special bra was placed on each of them, with clear
plastic cups, so they could see their pierced nipples, but could not touch them.
They put on black stockings, with six inch black pumps, that fit very tightly on
their feet. They were given little maid caps and tiny aprons, to finish up
their outfits. Then they each were assigned a maid to follow, and they
proceeded off to clean the house.
They scrubbed, vacuumed, and dusted the downstairs in the morning. By noon,
lisa's feet were sore, but she was kept in her pumps all day, and daily from the
on. They met for lunch and were fed by the maids, with their hands cuffed
behind them as they stood next to the table. The maids sat there eating their
lunches, and feeding the slaves scraps occasionally. They cleaned the upstairs
in the afternoon.
When dinner hour arrived they were led to the dining room, and were told to
kneel next to the chairs where two dinner settings were. They faced each other
and just ventured small smiles as they waited. Soon Jack and John arrived at
sat next to their kneeling slaves, each got a pat on the head. The men were
served dinner, and dog bowls with gruel were placed on the floor next to the
slaves.
"You slaves may crouch down and eat your dinner like the dogs you are, and I
expect the bowls licked clean," said John as he started eating his salad. The
girls obeyed, and ate, then licked their bowls clean. When she was finished,
lisa looked across the floor to daphne, who was also done. She had her head
down, just above the bowl, waiting, lisa did the same.
"Up girls," said Jack eventually.
They both rose to their knees, still with food stuck to their faces, from eating
without their hands.
"Crawl over there," said John, pointing to a spot on the floor where both men
had a good view," and lick each other clean."
The girls crawled until they were face to face, and daphne started licking the
food off lisa's face. When she was done, lisa returned the favor, then they
waited for further orders.
"Time for evening punishment, let's retire to the dungeon," said John as he and
Jack rose.
"Crawl behind us sluts."
The quartet left the dining room, and the girls crawled as fast as they could to
keep up with the men. The stairs vexed lisa, but daphne turned and crawled
backwards, and lisa followed her lead. When they reached the dungeon, they saw
the twins on display. They were in hanging leather web cages that were attached
to the ceiling, compressing the diamond shaped X's of leather all over their
bodies. Their massive tits were forced through an opening too small, and their
boobs were bloated and purple.
The two slaves were manacled, wrists up high, to separate whipping posts. They
faced the posts, and there ankles were locked to its base. They were informed
that the reports from the maids today indicated that they were not giving their
best effort, so they were each to receive fifty lashes tonight, on their backs
and asses. The first half were delivered with the cats, and stung but only left
their skin red and sore. The last half were with the single-tails, and this was
torture.
Jack and John were very deft with their whips, and made sure they left nice
welts from the slaves' shoulders, to their thighs. When they were finished,
both girls were in tears and feeling humble. As they hung there, the men took
canes over to the twins, and beat there already bruised, bloated, and welted
tits some more.
Eventually, the men tired of their sport and left without a word, none of the
bound slaves spoke, they just suffered quietly. Soon the maids arrived, the
twins got treatment first, as they applied a balm to their beaten tits. Next
they tended to lisa and daphne's back's, and the pain felt less severe. When
they were done coating the slave's whip marks, they left them hanging there, and
closed the lights as they left the dungeon pitch black.
"We are patient daphne," said one of the twins," we will get our chances to even
the score this month."
"Whatever will happen will happen, " said daphne flatly," I serve my Master now,
and His will only determines my fate." Thinking to herself, that Jack and John
would hear this, and whore would get retribution eventually, she knew that
voice. Whore was the nastier of the twins, but not by much, both were bratty
little slaves. Though they feigned a desire for revenge, all they truly sought
was punishment. It was likely she said that just to piss off the Masters, they
were true pain sluts. She also realized, that while they were here, ahe and
lisa might get a slight reprieve, since the twins needed a lot of discipline.
The reaction to the exchange was different for lisa, she worried for her sister.
If she had known the truth, she would have felt better, but for now she trembled
slightly. The thought of the twins punishing daphne bothered her. Licking one
of their asses this morning, all she could do was imagine it was her sister's
ass, in order to avoid the reality she sucked the ass of someone she liked very
little.
They remained like that for two hours, lisa's and daphne's arms were cold and
tingling, when the maids returned, and released them. Her arm's felt useless,
and the pins and needles of returned circulation hurt. Both their arms had
started to turn blue, and the return of blood to deprived limbs was a new kind
of pain for lisa. The maids were gentle with their arms as they led them over,
and had the lie on their stomachs, side by side, on a table.
They were allowed to keep their arms at their sides, as they were strapped in
place for the night. They still wore the chastity and breast protectors they
had fitted in the morning. Soon they were immobile for another night in the
dungeon.
It was a similar regimen daily for the next month. Work during the day,
punished at night, and to sleep in a different bound position nightly. There
were many variations on the basic theme, but the routine was the same,
interspersed with other degradations. They regularly, watched and assisted as
their Master's used the twins and maids to assuage their sexual needs.
Eventually, lisa was no longer jealous, just anxious to use her charms on Master
as soon as possible, the itch was unbearable.
On the third day of training, lisa was led to the dungeon after lunch, where
Mistress waited. She was strapped to a large table, and pivoted to an upright
position, once secured. She was splayed in a spread eagle, and Mistress rolled
her electrolysis equipment into view. It was time to clean her up, permanently.
"Hello slave, I see your piercings are healing nicely." Said Mistress as she
fondled lisa's rings. "Today I will remove your unsightly pubic and armpit
hair. There are newer methods, almost painless, but your Master wants you to
suffer as another layer of your past life is shed."
"Thank you Mistress," is all lisa said, and she steeled herself for more pain.
She started on her armpits, which was surprisingly painful, as lisa thanked the
fates that she was bound so tightly. Apparently Mistress felt she made too much
noise, grunting and groaning (trying not to scream outright), that she gagged
her after a few minutes. The process took all afternoon, and lisa suffered the
stinging pain for what seemed like a lifetime. When Mistress hit the few hairs
that sprang from her labia, near the rings, she thought she would die, but she
didn't even black out.
After nearly fours hours, Mistress finished, and wrapped up her equipment and
left. Poor lisa was a mess, disheveled and sweating profusely. Two of the
maids sponged her with cool water that was especially welcomed under her arms
and between her legs. They applied ointment to the freshly bared areas, as lisa
noticed how inflamed and raw her crotch looked, as she gazed down her body.
That night lisa remained attached to the table, John had decided she should have
time to recover. To take her place in tonight's punishment ritual, lisa saw
Jack lead in a woman she hadn't seen before. She was a tall and beautiful
redhead, with freckled shoulders that told lisa that was her natural color. All
she wore was a steel collar, with a leash attached that Jack used to lead her.
Her wrists were also cuffed, with steel bands that cut into her skin. She was
taken over to, and ordered to straddle, a wooden horse.
The horse had a thin serrated edge that she stepped over, placing her pussy just
above the nasty wooden 'teeth'. She appeared proud standing above what would
clearly be torture to her pussy. In a moment Mistress and John arrived.
"Good, she's ready," Mistress looked over to and spoke to lisa," terri is one of
my slaves. Lately she has developed a prideful and disrespectful attitude, and
she has earned a rather nasty punishment. See how she still stands so proud, no
sign of contriteness, she is about to pay a high price."
Jack attached a chain to her cuffs, and hooked her leash to the front of the
horse. He took a control, dangling from a cord, and hit a button, forcing her
arms to rise, and her torso to bend forward. He stopped it when she went up on
her toes to ease the pressure. Her leash chain had gone slack, and Mistress
came over and released it, pulling the red heads face towards hers. Jack and
John each took one of her ankles, and lifted them up to the cross bar, where
they strapped her ankles to it.
Her pussy was still hovering several inches above the bar, but that soon changed
as Jack began lowering her arms with the control, she grunted as her pussy began
to take the weight. As she continued to descend, her knees dropped below the
crossbar, and she started to scream. Mistress stuffed a large red ball in her
mouth, muffling the true sound of her agony. Once her arms were all the way
down, John took a strap, and belted her thighs together, welding her crotch to
the bar. Jack clipped her cuffs behind her on the horse, while Mistress locked
her leash in front of her.
They gathered in front of her, to witness her pain, and they smiled at what they
saw. Tears were pouring from her eyes, she screamed into the ball, pitifully
trying to beg.
They left her like that for over two hours, and it pained lisa to watch her
suffer. Every little move she made caused her shriek or moan, her pussy
constantly on fire.
When the Doms returned, Mistress went directly over to her, lifted her chin and
said, "learned your lesson yet?"
The once proud red head, looked up at her Mistress through tear blurred eyes,
and tried to nod a yes.
"We'll see," said Mistress," will you do exactly as I say, and show no further
disrespect if I release you from this?"
She nodded again.
"Fail me," and you will ride this all night, understood?"
She made a final nod, and the three began releasing her. They unbuckled the
straps, and carefully lifted her off the horse. John and Jack carried her
slumped body between them, and in front of lisa, displaying the crotch to her.
"As you can see," said John," though she suffered greatly, there is little
damage, she will be bruised and sore for a few days. But the female pussy is
highly resilient, remember that should you ever fear We may damage you. We are
too experienced to allow that to happen."
They then deposited the girl at the Mistress' feet, she immediately began
licking her boots.
She kept her head low, and her ass high as she submitted at her Mistress' feet.
Lisa noticed she seemed so much more devoted, she guessed that intense pain is a
true motivator.
After several minutes of berating her, as she licked all over her boots,
Mistress finally said, "On you knees slut."
Jack rolled over a large desk chair, the Mistress sat in while the red head,
kneeled before her, head bowed. Jack handed Mistress a long thin wooden box,
which she placed in her lap.
"Remember what you are now slut?" she asked.
"Your slave Mistress."
"That means?"
"Your property, to use as You choose. To punish or pleasure as You see fit.
This slave is whatever you want it to be."
Mistress opened the box, and produced a long thin skewer. It had a pointed end,
and the other was bent into an O shape. The red heads eyes went wide when she
saw it, but she made no noise. Mistress presented it to her and she took it
with her right hand.
"Where would you like it placed Mistress?" She asked, with a hint of worry in
her tone.
"Side of your right tit, midway from your chest to the nipple, and force it
through until it comes out the other side. You may use you left hand to steady
the flesh and keep it straight."
With no visible reaction, she lined up the skewer, holding her breast still.
With a small gasp, she slowly began pushing it into her breast; blood started to
trickle down her side as it continued through. She gasped again, as it emerged
in her cleavage, first bulging, then popping through her skin. As the two
wounds trickled blood down her body, Mistress produced another skewer.
"Same thing, other side."
With the same stoic look, terri skewered her other breast, and when she was
done, four little rivers of blood were trailing down her body and legs. She
waited patiently as Mistress sat there staring at her, it was clear she was back
in the form Mistress expected. What a harsh Mistress, lisa thought, wondering
if Master would make her hurt herself that way at some point.
"Rise, and display your breasts to lisa over there," Mistress said as she
pointed in lisa's direction. The slave rose and walked over to lisa, and stood
in front of her, hands behind her neck to show the tortured tits fully to lisa.
"Now kneel and eat her until she cums, then clean her rings with saline and
return to kneel before me." Terri obeyed and kneeled between lisa's legs, and
ate her out like the expert she was. In a few short minutes lisa came hard, the
first since her piercing. Terri cleaned her up, as ordered, then crawled back
to her Mistress.
Lisa watched through her post-orgasmic bliss, as Mistress slowly removed the
skewers. Cleaned the wounds, and applied a clear liquid that stopped the
bleeding, but it made terri wince as it was applied. She left the blood
streaks, as she led her over to one of the whipping posts, and chained her
wrists high, leaving her on her toes.
"Now, no dancing," Mistress said as she picked up a bullwhip, and flailed her
slave. Terri twitched, moaned, and grunted, but did not move or scream as
Mistress put ten bloody welts on her back. After those hard strokes her back
was a bloody mess, as Mistress approached her with a bottle of alcohol, she
said, "you can scream now." As she poured the clear liquid over her back, terri
accommodated by screaming her lungs out, until she passed out and hung limply.
That night left a strong impression on lisa, she would never let her pride show,
just submit, and do it happily. In a few days her armpits and crotch felt much
better, and with her regular dose of pain, she hardly noticed it at all. The
training continued, soon she was walking, even running, in her tight high heels.
She became more graceful as she assumed required positions, and her descent into
the 24/7-slave mentality enveloped her. Her horniness grew daily; having been
denied stimulation since terri went down on her.
In the second week the punishments started to have a strange effect on her, she
started feeling like orgasms were approaching as she was whipped. This was not
lost on her Masters, so one night as John whipped her ass; he started talking to
her about coming from the pain.
"Only true pain sluts come from the whip," he said," and I think you are a pain
slut lisa. Make me proud and come from my whip!" Her yelled as he flayed her
ass viscously, his words and her long denial conspired to push her over the
edge."
John continued unmercifully, prodding her," Come on bitch, I won't stop until
you come for me! "
Finally the pain became an intense heat in her belly, and lisa exploded in a
pain-only induced orgasm, screaming and trembling as the passion flooded her.
John knew she came as her fluids pumped and gushed down her legs. He threw down
the whip, and went around to face her, and as he embraced her in his strong
arms, she came yet again, trying to hump his legs. Her chastity belt was in the
way, but she came over and over anyway.
He let her sleep chained face down on his bed next to him that night, and lisa
was in heaven. She didn't even care as he fucked both the twins right next to
her on the bed. She had made him happy, and was rewarded. Her sore butt cheeks
barely fazed her as Master used the blondes in all six of their holes as lisa
watched.
By the third week both lisa and daphne were totally into their roles, acting
without thinking or questioning. Lisa first saw the twins act as a toilet for
Master, when he was too tired from a particularly nasty orgy with them. The
next day when she was used that way, she was happy it was her and not someone
else drinking Master's piss.
As the fourth week approached, lisa's tolerance for abuse was as high as
daphne's, and they took mutual punishments, and were in bliss. Any animosity
felt by the twins towards daphne seemed non-existent, after the night they
received one-gallon enemas while eating out lisa and daphne. The two Master's
were extremely happy the night, four weeks since the piercings, when Mistress
proclaimed them clear for use.
Since they were both so pleased with the girls' progress, they planned a special
graduation ceremony for the slave cadets. Joe would be back, and Mistress was
invited to participate in the festivities they planned for the completion of the
servitude training. Once they graduated this part of their training, with their
rings healed enough to use and abuse, they deserved a reward before the sexual
training began. John and Jack had specific plans for these two; they needed to
learn how to please anyone at any time. But first, they needed to get a
thorough fucking after a month without it.
To Be continued...
