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 eighteen-chapter book in 2016. I will be publishing a new chapter approximately every week. In this fifth chapter JJ and Marcie finally arrive at Box M Ranch are “processed in” to the BDSM Boot Camp.
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 Five: Processing In
As Sarge walked up onto to the small porch of the processing shed, he shouted, “About face!” After a moment of confusion on the part of a couple of the recruits, he added, “That means turn around and face the other way.” It was obvious one recruit was still unsure of which way to turn, so he shouted angrily, “That means turn around and look at me!”
All of the recruits were now facing the processing shed.
“You are going to enter one at a time,” he said in his normal gravelly voice. “I will tell you when to enter by pointing at you. Do you understand that?”
“Sir! Yes, Sir, we understand, Sarge,” the recruits shouted out. JJ noted that Marcie seemed to be the one who was leading the response.
“When you get inside, you will take a seat on one of the barber stools– the empty one. After you get your hair trimmed and are properly marked and implanted, you will take a seat on one of the cleaning saddles– they should feel familiar to some of you. The cleaning saddles will go through four cycles. When it is done, you will walk through the delousing and shower area. That will bring you to the back door. You go through that door and walk across to Barracks S where you will re-form in a line exactly like this one except you will be facing out. Do you understand that?”
This time, the cry of “Sir! Yes, Sir, we understand, Sarge,” was a little more automatic. Several voices besides Marcie’s led the response.
Sarge pointed to the first two recruits, and they walked into the processing shed.
“What do you think will happen to us in there?” JJ whispered nervously to Marcie.
“Exactly what Sarge said would happen,” Marcie replied flatly.
“But what are those cleaning saddles going to do to us?” JJ whined. “I’m afraid,” she added, still whining.
“Think about it,” Marcie said. A slight touch of anger showed in her voice. “What kind of saddle would already be familiar to you?”
JJ screwed up her face as she tried to understand what Marcie was telling her. Suddenly her eyes opened wide and she said, “Oh! Those saddles ... like on the bus.”
“Exactly,” replied Marcie, “except I think the two dildos will somehow pump something into us to clean us out.”
“Oh,” JJ said again. Her eyes were still wide, but now with fear.
“Don’t worry about it,” Marcie said. “It is still your choice. You can choose to get out of line and go over to the hitching rail, or you can choose to go through that door and impale yourself on that cleaning saddle. The choice is yours.” Her voice became firm, almost hard, as she added, “And as long as you have a choice, YOU are in control. Do you understand that?”
“Ma’am! Yes, Ma’am, Marcie,” JJ answered loudly, snapping to attention as she spoke.
Sarge stretched himself slightly to the side so he could see who had spoken. Marcie met his eyes as if expecting him to say something. Instead, Sarge merely smiled at her and nodded his head.
The line moved at a relatively good pace, and soon Marcie and JJ were near the front. Sarge was standing so that he could see into the shed through the door. Whenever someone stood up from the barber stool and walked over toward the saddles, he would point at the next recruit in the line. Marcie noticed that when they got to the front of the line, Sarge waited until both stools were empty before pointing first to her and then to JJ. He again smiled at her as they entered the shed.
The barber stools sat toward the back of small, round platforms with two steps on the front. The stools themselves were actually very short. They looked almost like milking stools from days gone by, but seemed even shorter than that. The result was that when you sat on the stool, you were almost squatting, and it was impossible to keep your legs together.
A photographer stood in front of each stool. As the barber set the trimmers against the front of each recruit’s head, they would pause so the photographers could begin taking pictures. The first pass of the trimmer was always straight down the middle of the head, dividing the hair and leaving a grotesque stripe of scalp visible in the center. The barber would then pause again so the photographer could record that humiliating image.
The rest of the hair was quickly removed. The barber then held the recruit in place and turned her or his head toward the camera for one final image. That final picture, in most cases, included tears streaming down the recruit’s face. There would have been more tears if the recruits had known that this final image, taken from the front so that their naked twat or prick was clearly visible, was the image that would be posted on the bulletin board outside their barracks.
The barber then stepped away and a young man in a white lab coat stepped up to Marcie. “We will be using a local anesthetic,” he said, “but this will still hurt slightly.”
He stuck a small needle in her arm and injected something. Then he wiped her arm with a smelly mixture and stuck her with a very large needle. After he withdrew it, he put a circular bandage over the puncture and said, “Tracking chip in place.”
He stepped over to JJ and a young woman in a similar white lab coat stepped up. “You requested that you be called by your first name. Is that right?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am,” Marcie answered.
The woman then held up something that looked somewhat like the hand scanners that were used in checkout lines. She held it against Marcie’s left shoulder and pressed a button. There was a soft, sputtering hum as the device vibrated against Marcie’s flesh. The woman then held it over Marcie’s right breast, and it repeated its humming.
The woman smiled at Marcie and said, “Inkjet printer... permanent ink.”
Marcie looked down. Above her right breast, it now said “slut marcie.” She assumed it said the same on her left shoulder. But when she looked over at JJ, she could see that on her left shoulder was a bar code. Beneath the bar code, in very small type, she could barely read, it said “slut jj”.
As they stepped down off of the platforms, a tall, deeply tanned woman wearing only a leather-looking bikini bottom, said, “This way, sluts,” and pointed toward an opening in a short wall that separated the barber area from the cleansing area. The wall was only about four feet high, so they could see about a half dozen sluts apparently seated on the other side. One of the women was repeating, “Oh, no. Oh, no. Make it stop. Make it stop.”
When Marcie and JJ went through the doorway, they could see five women were strapped in place on posts and bicycle saddles similar to what had been in the bus. Two similar saddles awaited them. There was an eighth saddle with only one dildo, which was also currently empty.
Both sluts checked out how the sluts were held in place. There were no wide leather belts over their hips to secure them to the saddles. Instead, their feet were held wide by metal restraint cuffs which were attached to the floor. And their arms were held out and down, almost like the support wires on a tall television tower. The wrist cuffs were leather with a thick cable connecting them to a heavy spring which was attached to the floor with a very short length of chain.
The woman who had been calling for it to stop was pulling frantically against the springs which held her tight on the saddle. There was a loud “click,” and suddenly she stopped struggling and yelled out, “No, no, no,” as a heavy stream of brown water splashed onto the tiles behind her saddle.”
As her cries faded out, there was a second click, and a smaller amount of water splashed to the floor in front of her. This water was more or less clear, but had a heavy medicinal smell.
“Thorough cleaning front and back,” Marcie said to JJ as she straddled one of the saddles. She reached down and ran her fingers across one of the hollow dildos. “At least they are pre-greased,” she said as she lowered herself down on the twin metal prongs.
The woman in the black bikini bottom walked over to JJ and said roughly, “Do you understand what you are supposed to do, slut?”
“No... I mean, yes,” sputtered JJ.
“That’s Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee,” the woman spat back at her. She then pointed down to her leather bottoms. “Didn’t Sarge tell you how to speak?”
“Ma’am, yes, Sarge told us what to say... Ma’am, trustee,” JJ replied. She then slumped slightly and said, “I just sort of forgot because I was scared of what those things are going to do to me.” She pointed down at the saddle alongside where she stood.
“You should be more afraid of me than that,” the trustee barked. “Now get your ass and cunt down on that saddle or I’ll wipe that lubricant off and make you dry hump those dildos.”
JJ dropped down onto the saddle, squirming slightly to make sure that everything lined up as she impaled herself on the prongs. “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee,” she said dutifully.
The trustee then clamped JJ’s ankles into the restraints. Their placement caused her to have to open her legs almost to maximum. Then the trustee attached the leather wrist cuffs and attached the cables to the springs. JJ pulled at the cables and noted that her wrists seemed to be able to move quite easily. Then the trustee reached down and pulled some sort of pin out of the side of the spring mechanism.
JJ was nearly jerked off the saddle as the full strength of the spring was suddenly pulling on her left arm. Her cry of surprise and pain was cut short as the trustee pulled the pin on the second spring, causing her to return to upright.
“That hurt,” JJ whined.
“Did you say something, slut?” the trustee snapped.
“Ma’am, no, Ma’am, I didn’t, trustee,” she replied, properly assuming that things could get worse for her if she complained.
Marcie just watched silently as the trustee attached her ankles to the restraints and then her wrists to the cables. Having watched what happened to JJ, she was ready for the sudden pull when the first spring was released. The trustee looked up at her as she put her fingers into the ring on the second release pin.
“Did you have anything to say?” she asked Marcie.
“Ma’am, no, Ma’am, trustee,” she replied. She debated saying “trustee brenda” since the very faded marking on the trustee’s breast said “slut brenda,” but decided not to appear too observant.
The trustee jerked the pin out of the spring mechanism and smiled as Marcie was pulled back upright on the saddle. “I didn’t think you did,” she said derisively as she walked back to the barber area to get the next recruit.
Marcie remained silent as the warm liquid began to fill her insides. JJ, on the other hand, whimpered slightly as her bowels began to fill. When the liquid began flowing in the front dildo, Marcie gave a slight grunt. JJ again could not remain silent and cried out, “Ow! That burns!” as the disinfectant and antibiotics washed into her cunt.
“It’s just a strong douche,” Marcie said quietly. “Try to at least appear brave. I think the trustee is looking for someone to be her private pet during our training.”
She looked over at JJ and said, “I’d rather you were MY pet.” Then she smiled and added, “I would be a lot more gentle on you.”
JJ again cried out slightly, this time from surprise as her cunt clenched down on the metal tube.
“What now?” Marcie asked.
“Nothing,” JJ replied. “I just think my body was trying to tell me something.”
“Quiet in the ranks and eyes front!” yelled the trustee, and both women turned to look directly in front of them. Both dildos went through four cycles. The water in front became less medicinal with each cycle. Evidently something changed about the water in back also, because there was less cramping. By the time the fourth cycle emptied, the water was basically clear.
“Shower time,” the trustee said cheerily as she released JJ’s restraints and pointed to a narrow opening at one end of another tile wall. This wall went from floor to ceiling. Enough of the hallway on the other side was visible to tell that it was no wider than the opening.
JJ waited at the doorway until Marcie was released. The trustee walked over to them and said somewhat angrily, “It’s a walk-through shower. You can’t get lost. Just keep your eyes closed and keep moving.”
She laughed and added, “If you don’t come out the other side, someone will eventually come in and find you, but you really don’t want to stay in there too long.” She laughed again as she walked away.
JJ looked over at Marcie with very wide eyes and said, “You first?”
“No,” she replied. “You first. That way I can push you on through if you panic and stop.”
JJ slumped her shoulders and said, “Uuhhhhhh,” as she stepped into the narrow hallway.
There was absolutely no light in the shower area, so both girls were walking with their hands lightly touching both sides of the narrow hallway.
The wall on the right-hand side ended, and the wall on the left curved around in a half circle into an even tighter hallway. As JJ turned and entered that loop, water began spraying from nozzles on the walls, floor, and ceiling. It was very hard, very cold, and was pulsating like the water jets at a car wash.
“Close your eyes!” yelled Marcie as the smell of soap and disinfectant reached her.
Soon the water was not only hard, cold, and pulsating, it was also filled with soap and a strong disinfectant of some sort.
“Yipe!” yelled JJ as a nozzle pulsed directly under her, hitting her directly between the legs. “That went up inside of me!” she sputtered.
Marcie just pushed her and said, “Keep moving.”
This time it was the wall on the left that ended and the wall on the right that curved. In the next section, the water was slightly warmer and smelled less of disinfectant. There was still soap of some sort, but it had a less pungent smell.
When the wall turned again, the water was warmer still, and there was no smell or feel of soap.
The next turn went into a hallway where nothing seemed to happen– at least nothing that they could hear. “What do you think is next?” JJ asked as she hesitated in the turning section of hallway.
Marcie laughed slightly and said, “It’s either wax or air dry, but I would keep my eyes closed in either case.” She paused and then answered JJ’s unasked question. “Like in a car wash,” she said and pushed JJ along in front of her.
Completing the turn put them into a hallway and triggered blowers with warm air blowing forcefully up from the floor, down from the ceiling, and out of vents on the walls. “Air dry,” said JJ as they slowly stepped through the powerful blowers.
When the wall on the right ended this time, the wall on the left didn’t curve. Instead, it ended square into another wall. A voice said, “You can open your eyes now.”
When they opened their eyes, another trustee was standing next to a doorway which led outside. “Line up in front of your barracks and wait for the rest to finish,” she said curtly and pointed out the door. Marcie took the time to read the trustee’s faded markings. She was trustee yvonne.
Marcie and JJ walked out onto the dusty clay and joined the other recruits on the sidewalk in front of what appeared to be an old-fashioned army barracks. There were small squares painted on the sidewalk. Marcie stood on the next open square, and JJ followed her example. It was about a half-hour until all of the recruits had finished processing in and joined them on the sidewalk.
Once the recruits were all in place, Sarge emerged from the shed accompanied by the trustee who had been harsh with them during processing.
“Box in!” Sarge yelled and all of the recruits came to attention. “I believe all of you have already met trustee brenda.” he growled out. “She is one of your barracks trustees. You will call her ‘trustee’ and give her the same respect that you give me... or any other person wearing clothing.” He put his hands on his hips and said, “Do you understand that, sluts?”
“Sir, yes, Sir, we understand, Sarge,” they shouted back. Marcie’s answer was slightly different, but it was lost in the other twenty-eight voices.
Sarge shook his head as if he were disappointed and stepped back, allowing trustee brenda to step forward.
“I see you need more of the rules explained to you,” she said with a sneer. “As of right now, you have no rights.” She glared at the recruits up and down the line. “That includes,” she said, “the right to speak as a person.” She spat on the ground– or at least she acted as if she did; no saliva appeared to leave her mouth. “That means that you do not EVER use personal pronouns when speaking to your betters.”
She sneered and chuckled. “For those of you too ignorant to know what a personal pronoun is, that means ‘I, we, us,’ and so forth.” She looked up and down the line before saying, “For those of you who don’t know who your ‘betters’ are, that is anyone who isn’t currently standing next to you naked.”
Again she looked up and down the line and then asked, “Now, can one of you sluts tell me what your last answer to Sarge should have been?”
JJ looked over to Marcie, but she shook her head very slightly, indicating that they should both remain quiet. One of the recruits, Paula, answered, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, I can, trustee.”
Marcie gave JJ’s hand a quick squeeze as trustee brenda walked down in front of the recruit that had answered. Scowling as she spoke, she said, “No you can’t, you ignorant slut. If you knew the answer, you would have spoken correctly just now.”
She stared at the frightened recruit and yelled in her face, “What is your name, slut?”
“Ma’am, Paula, Ma’am, trustee,” she answered back in an obviously frightened voice.
“Wrong again!” yelled trustee brenda. “Assume the punishment position!”
The startled recruit stared back at her with wide eyes. “Don’t you know the punishment position?” trustee brenda asked.
“No... I don’t” the recruit stammered back.
“That’s another punishment,” trustee brenda said loudly as she put her face almost against the trembling recruit’s ear. “Step forward so that you and I can demonstrate the proper punishment position for the rest of these sluts.”
The recruit stepped forward and the trustee pulled her down to the center of the line. “Face me,” she ordered, “feet a little more than shoulder-width apart!”
The recruit did so.
“Legs straight; arms straight; palms flat on the ground.”
The recruit paused a moment to picture what she had been ordered to do and then bent over forward and allowed her palms to drop down onto the ground. The effect was that her ass was now the highest point on her body.
“Tighten it up,” barked the trustee. “Walk your feet closer to your hands.”
The recruit was now straining to hold her legs straight. Her ass was tilted even more into the air.
“I am going to be gentle on you this time,” she said with a smile. “I’m only going to give you two swats for each of your stupid errors. That’s a total of eight– two for the wrong answer to Sarge; two for the first wrong answer to me; another two for the second wrong answer; and two for getting your name wrong.”
She snorted a laugh and looked up at the rest of the recruits. “In the future, sluts, it will be a minimum of five swats for each act of stupidity.”
She then walked over to the barracks door and reached inside. When she came back she was holding a leather paddle about eight inches long and two inches wide with a four-inch wooden handle. There was a long leather thong tied to the end of the handle.
Trustee brenda stood behind and slightly to the side of the recruit, whose body was now trembling slightly either in fear or from the effort of holding the prescribed position.
Trustee brenda brought the paddle down in two quick strikes. The slap of the leather hitting Paula’s ass was almost as loud as her gasp of pain.
“The correct answer to Sarge’s question was, ‘Sir, yes, Sir, this slut understands, Sarge.’ Say that!”
Paula dutifully answered, “Sir, yes, Sir, this slut understands, Sarge.”
Two more swats from the paddle followed. They seemed harder, or at least the sound of the paddle was much louder and Paula’s cries were much more piteous.
“The correct answer to my first question was, ‘Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, this slut can, trustee.’ Say that!”
Paula quickly answered, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, this slut can, trustee.”
Trustee brenda again brought her arm down quickly to deliver two swats to Paula’s now red bottom. It was hard to tell if the swat itself was louder because Paula’s cries nearly drowned out the sound of the leather hitting the flesh of her ass.
“The correct answer when I asked your name was, “Ma’am, slut paula, Ma’am, trustee.’ Say that!”
“Ma’am, slut paula, Ma’am, trustee,” she blubbered out.
“Should you ever need to write out your name,” trustee brenda continued, “you will not use capital letters. Capital letters are for Masters, Mistresses, and outside Sirs and Madams.”
She then turned to the line of recruits, “Do you understand that, sluts?”
This time the line followed Marcie’s lead and replied, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, this slut understands, trustee.”
Trustee brenda gave them a tight-lipped smile in response. Then she brought the paddle down for another two swats at slut paula’s ass. Slut paula’s shrill scream echoed in the space between the buildings.
“The correct answer to my final question was, ‘Ma’am, no, Ma’am, this slut does not know the proper punishment position, trustee.’ Say that!”
Slut paula struggled to stop her crying so that she could choke out, “Ma’am, no Ma’am, this slut does not know the proper punishment position.”
Trustee brenda bent down slightly so she was looking at slut paula’s upside-down face and asked, almost in a sing-song voice, “Do you know it now?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, this slut now knows the punishment position, trustee,” Paula replied. Her voice was shaky, but at least she had stopped crying.
“Back in line,” trustee brenda barked.
Slut paula took her place in the line. Her ass was bright red, and she was still trembling slightly.
“Re-form inside,” trustee brenda ordered. “Stand in the middle of the room facing to your right.”
The line of sluts walked into the barracks. Once all were inside, they turned to face the beds to their right.
Trustee brenda walked in, followed by a second woman also wearing just the black leather bikini bottom. “This is trustee yvonne,” trustee brenda said. “You met her when you came out of the showers. She is subordinate to me, which makes her second in command within the barracks. Her bedroom and my bedroom are at the end of the building next to the office. She will orient you to the barracks.”
Trustee yvonne stepped forward and said, “You will notice that the bunks are doubles. You will be bunked in pairs, but we will leave it up to you to determine who gets the lower bunk.”
She walked over and pointed over a half-wall that separated the sleeping area from the end of the barracks. “Your latrine and showers are on this end,” she said flatly. “The showers are similar to what you just went through, except they start with the standard soap solutions and end with the rinse.”
She gave a quick smile and said, “No blowers. Everything is drip dry.”
Pointing to two doors on the opposite end of the barracks, she continued, “Our quarters are on that end.”
Gesturing back to the area on the other side of the half-wall, she smiled and said, “You will notice that there are no toilets. Each morning you will flush yourself out on the saddles. They are single-prong so you male sluts don’t have to worry about which one to use.
“It is a triple flush. The third flush will also provide necessary vitamins and electrolytes. If you need to urinate, there is a trough over which you may squat– or if you prefer, you may straddle it standing.”
She laughed slightly, “Men, of course, can also stand, but male or female, you will be punished if you color outside the lines, so to speak.
“There are toothbrushes provided, as well as a special toothpaste. After you are flushed and have cleaned your teeth, you will walk through the showers. Just like in the processing center, you will end up outside and will form a line in front of this building.”
She walked over to the wall and switched on the lights in the room. “Lights out is 9:00 pm,” she explained. “And reveille is at 6:00 am.” She paused to walk up and down the line of sluts. “You will have thirty minutes to be out front. There are twelve saddles and twenty-nine of you, so it is going to take a while to get through the morning cleaning routine.”
Trustee brenda spoke up. “If you are late,” she said menacingly, “you WILL be punished.”
She slapped the paddle she was still holding against her palm and added, “And tardiness is a level two infraction– that means I could give you ten strokes.”
Trustee yvonne then said, “Trustee brenda will now assign you to your bunks.”
Trustee brenda walked down the length of the room calling out pairs of names and pointing to bunks. JJ’s eyes went very wide when she called out, “Slut powers, slut jj.”
Marcie pressed her lips together as trustee brenda continued at the next bunk, “Slut marcie, slut paula.”
JJ looked terrified, but Marcie nodded at her and pointed to the bunk that the trustee had assigned to her. Then she went and stood next to her bunk with slut paula. After all of the bunks were assigned, Marcie stepped forward and said firmly, “Ma’am, trustee, Ma’am, may this slut please speak?”
Both trustees came and stood in front of her. Trustee brenda was glaring at her, and said through almost clenched teeth, “You may speak, slut, but it had better be something that needs to be said.”
“Ma’am, thank you, Ma’am, trustee,” marcie said quietly. “This slut wishes to point out that our arrangement was that slut jj and I would be assigned the same bunk set.”
“That’s just too damn bad, isn’ it?” retorted trustee brenda. Trustee yvonne looked slightly confused as she looked down at the sheet of paper in her hand.
“Ma’am, trustee, Ma’am,” marcie continued, “this slut respectfully reminds you that you are required to live up to the conditions of the contract which slut jj and I signed with Box M Leadership Training.”
“What are you,” trustee brenda exploded, “a fucking lawyer!?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, I actually am a lawyer, trustee,” marcie said evenly, “But under the terms of the contract, for now, I am slut marcie.”
“The sheet,” said trustee yvonne, “says that slut marcie and slut jj are together and slut powers is with slut paula.”
“I know what the damn sheet says,” snapped trustee brenda. “But I don’t have to follow it!”
“Yes, you do,” came a voice from the doorway.
Sarge walked into the room. “What is the problem?” he asked in his gravelly voice.
“Sir, no problem, Sir, Sarge,” trustee brenda spit out. “Just a minor mixup in bunk assignments. I didn’t think it was worth bothering with.”
“You will adhere to the terms of the contracts,” Sarge said very firmly, “or you will find yourself demonstrating punishment positions.”
“Sir, yes, Sir, Sarge,” trustee brenda said, looking down at the floor.
Sarge then pointed at the bunk where jj was standing and said, “Slut marcie and slut jj.” He pointed at the bunk where slut marcie was standing and said, “Slut powers and slut paula.”
Looking up and down the rows of bunks, he then said in his normal growl, “Any other problems?”
“Sir, no, Sir, Sarge,” all of the sluts plus the two trustees thundered back.
He gave a curt nod, turned, and strode out the door.
Trustee brenda walked over to stand directly in front of slut marcie and said very quietly, “Don’t think that ends this, slut lawyer.”
Slut marcie stared defiantly back into her eyes but said nothing. Slut jj moved back and cowered behind slut marcie. After a few moments, trustee brenda turned and stomped down the barracks to her room.
Trustee yvonne addressed the sluts, “You have approximately an hour before the evening meal. You are free to talk and wander around this room, but you are not to leave the barracks. Do you understand this?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, this slut understands, trustee,” the sluts boomed out. Now they were all following slut marcie’s lead for both the words and the volume of what they said.
The hour passed rapidly. A few minutes before seven o’clock, trustee brenda walked into the main barracks area and announced, “Sluts, you have exactly three minutes to get to the mess hall or you don’t get anything to eat.” She then strode back into her room.
A babble of voices echoed in the room as the various recruits asked each other, “Where are we supposed to go?”
Slut marcie and one or two others bolted for the door. Slut jj and the rest of the barracks soon followed.
“Look for anyone walking toward a building,” slut marcie yelled out at jj and pointed down the row of buildings. She then pointed to a couple of others and directed them in the opposite direction. To three or four more she yelled, “Run back between the buildings. If you see anything run back here and report.”
Then she said to the rest, “Wait here.”
Most of the sluts stood anxiously staring at her. A few shook their heads and started out on their own looking for the mess hall.
About a minute later, one of the girls came running back out from between the buildings and gasped out, “There’s a line going into a building back there.”
Slut marcie designated a girl to go after each of the ones who had been sent searching and then told the rest, “Follow me.”
Trustee yvonne was standing in the mess hall waiting for them as they rushed in. She said nothing, but pointed to a long table with wooden benches. Twenty-one sluts hurried to the table and sat down. Everyone who had listened to slut marcie was in the mess hall by the time a loud klaxon buzzer sounded and trustee yvonne closed and locked the door.
Shortly thereafter, trustee brenda entered the room from the kitchen. “You sluts have truly amazed me,” she said with mock surprise. “Usually, the first-night table is practically empty.”
Her voice took on a tone of derision as she continued, “But that doesn’t mean you have earned the right to real food.”
She pointed at the other tables where sluts, slaves, and trustees were eating. “REAL food,” she said, “like everything else here, has to be earned. You earn it by following the rules and doing what you are told.” She chuckled and shook her head as she added, “And like everything else, if you screw up, it can be taken back away from you.”
She walked to the end of the table and glared down as she said loudly, “You got that, slut marcie?!”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am. This slut has got that, trustee,” slut marcie responded.
A naked slave came out of the kitchen with a large, stainless steel cart. Whatever was on it clanked as she pushed it across the floor to where trustee brenda was standing.
Trustee brenda picked up one of the containers. It looked very much like an old-fashioned glass baby bottle except it was larger, and rather than having a nipple on it, there was a large rubber penis sticking about seven inches straight up from the top.
The trustee laughed as she explained, “This goop is everything you need for a meal... except perhaps texture and taste. There is a tube that goes to the bottom of the bottle, so the only way to get any of this delicious mixture is to keep it upright, put your mouth on it, and suck as hard as you can.”
She laughed and continued, “The only problem is that you haven’t yet earned the right to use your hands at your meals.”
She laughed again. “So obviously,” she said, “that means you won’t be able to properly suck on these rubber dicks while you are sitting at the table.”
She returned the bottle to the cart and said, “But don’t worry, we are going to make it easier for you.”
She made a motion with her hand, and the naked slave began setting the bottles on the floor next to the outer wall of the room. They were spaced about three feet apart and stretched across two of the outer walls. Next to each bottle of goop was another similar bottle which appeared to contain water. Another naked slave came out of the kitchen and attached small cards to the wall above each set of bottles with the recruits’ names printed on them in large print. Slut marcie scanned the cards, looking for her name. ... It was almost at the corner. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw “slut jj” on the card next to hers.
“You have five minutes to eat,” trustee brenda said. “Starting... now!”
With slut marcie leading the rush, dragging slut jj along with her, they were among the first to be on their hands and knees, sucking at the rubber penis food dispensers. The mixture tasted somewhat like bad chocolate with a heavy chalk overtaste. It might have tasted better if it was cold, but the bottles were at room temperature. Slut jj gagged slightly on the vile mixture, but they hadn’t eaten since noon yesterday, and hunger is a powerful incentive, so she kept suckling.
While they were sucking in their supper, trustees brenda and yvonne as well as several other trustees who were in the building, walked up and down behind them, making comments about their fully exposed anatomies.
Standing behind slut jj, one of the trustees said loudly, “Do you think her asshole is really that white or do you suppose she bleaches it?”
Slut jj’s cheeks– both on her face and on her ass– reddened greatly, but she continued to suck greedily at the rubber prick. She had never really looked that closely at her own anus– or anyone else’s, so she didn’t know if it was lighter or darker than normal.
Actually, it was very, very pale. The moon ring around her pucker was very nearly the same color as the pale skin of her ass cheeks.
The trustees stepped down to behind slut paula and one of them said loudly, “Now there is a full moon if I ever saw one. I’ll bet you couldn’t bleach that one away with drain cleaner. It almost looks like it is tattooed on.”
Moving on behind slut powers, one of them said, “I guess that’s a new moon rather than a full moon.” Another laughed and said, “Nothing but dark sky there.”
Slut powers stiffened slightly but continued to suckle on her supper.
The group of trustees moved on down the line and stood behind a redheaded slut. One of them was about to make some sort of comment about her pink moon, but the klaxon buzzer again sounded, and trustee brenda said loudly, “Suppertime’s over. Box in.”
The twenty-one sluts immediately jumped to their feet and formed a line facing trustee brenda.
“Follow me back to the barracks,” she ordered and then turned and left the mess hall.
When they walked outside, the eight who had not followed slut marcie’s lead were standing in a line next to what looked like a hitching rail for horses.
“I should bend you over that rail and beat your asses,” trustee brenda said angrily. She held up her paddle and pointed it at the six women and two men.
“Where’d she get the paddle?” slut jj whispered to slut marcie.
“It was tied around her waist,” slut marcie whispered back. “That’s what the long leather strings are for.”
“Quiet in the ranks and follow me,” yelled slut brenda as she turned and headed back toward the barracks.
When they arrived back inside the barracks, trustee brenda again gave the “Box in” order and the sluts stood at attention at the foot of their beds.
“You will notice,” she explained, “that there are no sheets or mattress pads... or mattresses on your bunks.”
Slut jj turned to look at her bunk, which seemed to be a sheet of plywood with a thin pad of some sort held to it with rough cloth.
Trustee brenda paused to walk along the line of sluts before saying, “That’s because you have to earn those, too.”
She walked to the end of the barracks where one bunk stood slightly by itself. There was no top bunk. A huge pile of mattresses was stacked on the bunk. Patting the side of the pile she said, “This is slut zero’s bunk. Believe me, you do NOT want to end up sleeping here. There is no one lower in this camp than slut zero.”
“Sarge says,” she continued as she began walking back up the line of sluts, “that you all behaved yourselves properly on the ride down here and as you went through processing. So, I guess I will have to let you have the mattresses.”
She laughed and then added, “You have not, however, earned the right to mattress pads or sheets or covers.”
She turned as she reached the end of the line. “Fortunately,” she said, “it doesn’t get cold here at this time of the year, but you will all be sleeping naked and exposed.”
She put her face very close to slut jj’s and continued, “I want you to think about that as you are going to sleep tonight. Think about the fact that anyone who looks in those windows will be able to see your cunt and your asshole.” Turning to one of the men, she added, “... or your minuscule prick and your inviting back hole.”
She moved over to confront slut paula and said firmly, “When you hear me or trustee yvonne make our hourly inspection, keep in mind that we will be checking out your cunt to see if it is wet with anticipation– or need. We will be watching to see whose asshole is quivering– hoping that something will be plunged into it before morning.”
She spun and faced the row of sluts on the other side of the aisle and said loudly, “In other words, we will be checking to see who among you is truly the biggest, uncontrollable slut of the squad.”
As she started walking towards her room at the far end of the barracks, she yelled back over her shoulder, “Lights out at nine. No one out of bed after that. Use the latrines before you crawl into your bunks.”
When she got to the door to her room, she turned and said with a smile, “And no pleasuring each other or yourself. ... Again, you haven’t earned that yet.”
Slut jj wasn’t the only one who whimpered as trustee brenda closed the door to her room.
“Do you think she really meant that?” she asked slut marcie.
“Meant what?”
“Checking out my cunt to see if I’m really an uncontrollable slut,” slut jj replied.
“Is your cunt wet?” slut marcie asked. “Is your asshole twitching?”
Slut jj looked down at the ground for several moments. Then she raised her head so that she was looking slut marcie in the eyes. She nodded her head and said softly, “Yes, it is... or they are... or whatever.”
She held herself with her arms and shuddered and then said, “I am so horny right now, I could fuck a doorknob. Even if it means they would put me over the hitching rail and give me twenty swats, I’m not sure that I can keep my hands off myself all night.”
Slut marcie put her hands on slut jj’s shoulders and said firmly, “Then I am giving you an order. You will obey it because it is me. I am ordering you not to touch yourself until you have been given permission by me or someone in authority.” She smiled at slut jj and said softly, “Do you understand that?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, Mistress Marcie. This slut understands that and will obey.”
“I haven’t earned that title... yet,” answered slut marcie.
“You have for me,” slut jj replied.
“But let’s keep that as our little secret for now. OK?” marcie said firmly.
“Yes, slut marcie,” slut jj answered, reverting to her whining voice.
“We have an hour or so of free time,” slut marcie said, “but I think we had better get a mattress off the stack, use the bathroom, and then get to bed. I have a feeling that tomorrow is going to be a very interesting day.
Four hours later, slut jj still wasn’t asleep. She normally slept very well curled up on her right side, but after she heard one of the trustees walk down the aisle between the rows of bunks, she hurriedly turned so that she was flat on her back. She was afraid that the trustees would see that her cunt was glistening with need. She knew that the moisture dripping off her pussy lips would tell them how aroused everything had made her. They would think that she was an uncontrollable slut.
“They wouldn’t really look at my cunt as they walk through... would they?” she thought silently to herself.
As she continued to think about it, she could feel herself getting even wetter.
“They wouldn’t check to see if my asshole was quivering... would they?”
Again, the thought itself caused her rosebud to cycle slowly between puckering and relaxing almost to the point of opening slightly.
“O God!” she yelled at herself in her mind as she felt her nether hole twitching. “I AM an uncontrollable slut!”
Her eyes were now wide and she was anxiously panting.
“No you are not uncontrollable,” came a voice from the bottom bunk. Slut marcie continued, “I ordered you not to pleasure yourself, and you have kept your hands off your pussy and nipples.”
“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” whined slut jj.
“Yes, you did,” said trustee brenda from the darkness. She laughed as she shone a small flashlight on the trembling slut in the upper bunk. “This could be a very interesting twelve weeks,” she said as she snapped off her light and walked back to her room.
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