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. Chapter ten begins the sorting process that divides the BDSM Boot Camp sluts into potential Masters and slaves.
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 Ten: Another Day at the Hangar
When the sluts lined up in front of the barracks, it was once again trustee yvonne who awaited them. She waited silently for all twenty-seven sluts to assemble and then gave the “Box in” command.
“Many of you,” she began, “think you know what happened this morning.” Her voice became sharp and angry-sounding as she continued, “... but you don’t.”
She walked up and down in front of the line of sluts. “What happened is this,” she said firmly. “You lost control of the roller and while trustee brenda was giving the commands for you to bring it back under proper control, slut marcie attempted to take advantage of the situation to challenge the authority of the trustees.”
She turned again and faced the sluts. Her hands were at her side. Her voice now sounded pleading— almost desperate— as she said, “That is the way it has to be for now. I can’t explain why, but it has to be. None of you will be punished for what happened, and I will do my best to keep trustee brenda from punishing slut marcie... ... but it has to be that way for now.”
She was now looking almost frantically up and down the line of sluts. Tears were causing her eyes to glisten as she almost begged, “Please, will you agree with that story? I can’t tell you why, but I’m asking you, not commanding you, to go along with that story... for now.”
Slut marcie took a step forward. “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee yvonne,” she said firmly. “For you, we will help cover for trustee brenda.” She paused and then added sharply, “... for now.”
The remaining twenty-six sluts then stepped forward and answered, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee yvonne.”
“Thank you,” trustee yvonne said softly. Then, regaining her posture and her voice, she shouted out, “Double time to the hangar for training, four columns!” The sluts immediately formed four columns and began running to the old hangars at the edge of the compound.
When all of the sluts were inside the hangar, trustee yvonne’s voice rang out, “Box in four by seven in front of platform B. The platforms weren’t marked, but one platform was lit from above, and Commander Mueller was standing near the front of it with Mistresses Susann and Tawnya and Masters Edward and Xerxes standing in a row behind him. Trustee brenda was standing at ground level in front of the platform. The sluts formed up in front of the commander. There were seven rows of four sluts each. Sluts marcie, jj, and julia again made up the partial back row.
Once they were properly in place, trustee brenda cried out, “Box rest!” and the sluts went into the at ease position.
“Today,” began Commander Mueller, “you will be learning bodily restraint.” He walked across the front of the platform, slapping his military-style riding crop against the palm of his gloved hand. “Specifically,” he continued in his firm Germanic voice, “sexual restraint.”
Trustees brenda and yvonne walked further back onto the platform and began removing white drop cloths from a row of strange-looking machines. The machines were identical. They all looked basically like black half-barrels with a strange pink strip down the center of the top. Sticking straight up from each pink strip were two matching pink plastic penises, one nearly three inches around and the other only slightly smaller in circumference. Both were about six inches in height. There were five rows of five machines.
“I see by your faces,” said Master Edward in his crisp English accent, “that some of you recognize a Sybian, but for those who do not, Mistress Susann will explain how they work.”
“First off,” Mistress Susann said, “I think I should clarify that sluts david and gerard will be observers this afternoon. It should surprise no one that both of them will be moving into the Master in Training track at the end of this segment.”
She pulled one of the machines forward. It was on a platform which evidently had wheels of some sort beneath it. The top of the machine was slightly higher than knee-high as Mistress Susann stood alongside it.
“The Sybian,” she explained as she ran her hand across it, “is the most powerful female masturbation device in the world. It has a very powerful vibrator.” She twisted a control on the remote which she held in her hand, and a loud hum filled the hangar.
“But the power of the vibration is not what makes it the most powerful,” she continued. “This front dildo also moves and rotates.” She twisted another control on the remote, and the larger of the two dildos began rotating slowly. Since it was slightly off-vertical, it looked almost like someone spinning their finger in the air.
She shut the device off and set the remote into a holder on the front of the platform. Then she straightened the cable which connected it to the machine.
“Normally,” she said with a smile, “each device is separately controlled by its own remote, but for this competition, all twenty-five of these units have been connected to a single controller.”
She picked the remote once again and said with a smile, “Of course, if there is a problem or if you can’t stand it any longer, I or Mistress Tawnya or one of the Masters can override the main control with the local remote.”
Master Xerxes stepped forward. “There is no time limit to this session,” he boomed out in his deep, strong voice. “The machines will run until ALL of you have lost control.” He chuckled and shook his head as he continued, “Everyone, no matter how strong, will eventually lose control. The strongest Master or Mistress has a breaking point.” His voice suddenly became much louder and stronger as he shouted, “But!!!! How long you retain control and what happens when you lose control tells us a great deal about each of you.”
“To encourage you to control yourself as long as possible,” Mistress Tawnya said, “there will be a severe punishment for those who clearly demonstrate that they have no control over their body.” She laughed as she looked out at the confused faces before her. “How will you know whether you are a winner or a loser?” She laughed again. “You will all lose, but the first five of you who lose control of your bodies will definitely be punished.”
“Some of the others will also be punished,” Master Edward said as he, too, stepped forward on the platform. He continued in his clipped, precise, British English, “The four of us will evaluate each of you as you struggle against these infernal machines. Our judgment— and OUR judgment only— will determine who else is punished.”
He harrumphed softly, indicating that he was finished with his portion of the explanation, and then stepped back once again, leaving Commander Mueller standing alone at the front of the platform.
“You sluts will soon come up onto the platform one by one,” the commander explained, “You will stand beside your machine in Display position until trustee brenda or yvonne seats you on your mount.” He paused and then shouted out, “Do you understand that?”
“Sir, yes, Sir, Commander Mueller,” the sluts shouted back.
Slapping his crop against the top of his boots, Commander Mueller said curtly, “Then commence.” He made a military-style right face, walked briskly off the platform, and disappeared into the darkness at the back of the hangar. The sound of boots going up a metal stairway hinted that perhaps he went up to an office or some sort of observation area.
Master Edward waited for a moment and then commanded, “Sluts to the platform, single file.”
The sluts walked up onto the platform as ordered. As slut gerard approached the platform, Master Edward signaled that he should stay at ground level. When slut david approached the platform, he too was signaled to stand aside and then both male sluts were directed to stand next to a small control panel located a short distance to the side of the platform.
Sluts marcie, jj, and julia were the last three to step onto the platform. Slut marcie stepped aside slightly to allow slut julia to pass her so that she was the last slut to step up onto the platform. When all of the sluts were in place, trustees brenda and yvonne began preparing the first two sluts to mount their machines.
“Spread your legs,” trustee brenda ordered and the first slut moved her feet so that she was standing with legs spread. Her hands were still locked behind her head as required by the Display position.
“Are you wet?” trustee brenda asked.
The slut looked terrified, but nodded her head slightly. Trustee brenda reached forward and abruptly thrust two fingers into the slut’s cunt.
The slut flinched, but did not cry out. “You told the truth,” trustee brenda said derisively. Then turning to face the other sluts she said more loudly, “Always tell the truth... because we always double check... and you don’t want to be caught lying.”
She may have expected a response, but the twenty-five sluts remained silent. A look of anger flashed over trustee brenda’s face, but she said nothing. Instead she turned her attention to the slut next to her. The anger was obvious in her voice as she growled out, “Bend over!”
The slut bent at the waist while still holding her hands against the back of her head. She gasped as a large dollop of lubricant was squished between her ass cheeks. She heard the snap of a latex glove and then a finger was pushing into her ass, splitting her rosebud.
“Relax your sphincter,” trustee brenda barked out. “This session is all about control. Don’t make me use my whole hand to open you up!”
The trustee’s angry voice had the opposite effect on the poor slut and she groaned as her anus clamped down on trustee brenda’s moving finger.
“So that’s the way it’s going to be,” trustee brenda said angrily as she pulled back her hand and added a second finger to the assault on the slut’s ass. A third finger soon joined the assault.
“Aaaaah,” screamed the slut as trustee brenda forced her way farther into the slut’s ass.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the platform, trustee yvonne leaned in slightly and said to the slut she was preparing, “Try to relax and push against my fingers like you were trying to shit. Your sphincter will relax and let me in. Then we will put you on the Sybian. It’s really not that much larger than the cleaning dildos in the barracks. You will be able to handle it.”
The slut did as instructed and trustee yvonne’s fingers slid relatively easily into her ass. Another squirt of lubricant as trustee yvonne added a third finger and the slut was ready to be put on the Sybian.
“Put your leg over the machine and settle yourself down onto the dildos,” trustee yvonne instructed. The slut did as she had been told and was soon in place on the Sybian. Trustee yvonne then put a thick belt around the slut’s waist and attached leather straps to the D-rings on the belt. After making sure that the slut was secured firmly in place, trustee yvonne pulled the slut’s legs back slightly and restrained her ankles to one of the leather straps on each side of the machine.
Trustee yvonne then raised her voice and said loudly, “When trustee brenda or I loosen up your ass, push against our fingers as if you were trying to push out a turd. It will cause the sphincter to relax and open up so you are ready to get on the machine.”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am,” the sluts responded. “We will do as instructed, trustee yvonne.”
Only the slut next to trustee brenda saw her face flush with anger that the sluts had answered trustee yvonne when they had remained silent to her.
Trustees brenda and yvonne gradually worked their way through the twenty-five sluts, preparing them for the Sybians. Surprisingly, nineteen of the sluts answered “Yes,” when they were asked if they were wet. Sluts marcie, vivian, powers, and three other sluts answered, “No.” Slut jj, the next to the last slut to be mounted on the machines, answered an emphatic “God, YES!” when she was asked if she was wet.
Slut marcie, the last slut to be mounted, answered in proper form, “Ma’am, no, Ma’am, trustee brenda.” Trustee brenda responded sarcastically, “I’m surprised,” and then, after loosening slut marcie’s ass, squirted nearly a full tube of lubricant into her cunt. “That should keep things sliding smoothly,” she said with a laugh as slut marcie lowered herself onto the twin dildos.
As trustees brenda and yvonne walked back to the front of the platform, slut jj leaned over slightly so she could say something to slut marcie. “This is a win-win for me,” she said excitedly. “I get to cum and if I play it right, I get some pleasure pain along with it.”
“It’s a trap,” slut marcie whispered back to her. “I don’t know how, but it’s a trap.”
She took a deep breath and then continued, “After what you said, I’d say it’s a painslut trap. And you are not only walking into it, you are running full speed.”
“Either way,” slut jj responded, “I get to cum.” She sounded almost hurt by slut marcie’s words.
“We all get to cum,” slut marcie said firmly. “The trap is for those who don’t try to resist.”
Slut jj opened her mouth, but said nothing as Mistress Susann called out, “Quiet in the ranks. Hands in Display position.”
All twenty-five sluts straightened their backs and sat at attention in the Display position. A soft hum began to fill the hangar. Several of the sluts gasped as the front dildo began to rotate slowly within them.
The hum slowly grew louder as the power was turned up on the vibrators. The gasps and groans of the sluts indicated that the dildos were also rotating more rapidly and forcefully. The smell of female arousal permeated the air of the hangar.
Slut jj was writhing on the Sybian and crying out in an almost continuous moan, but it was slut julia who climaxed first. Her screams of passion and the obvious actions of orgasm were met with laughter from the Masters and Mistresses. Trustee yvonne hurried up onto the platform. Using a marker of some sort, she wrote a big, red number 1 on the top of slut julia’s right breast.
A few moments later, trustee brenda wrote a similar number 2 on slut jj. Slut paula received a number 3 and just seconds later, slut ellen received number 4. Slut stephanie, a dark-skinned Hispanic, was number 5.
Starting with number 6, the trustees switched to blue markers. At 11 the color became green. And beginning with slut molly at 21, the color became black. There was a considerable pause before slut vivian screamed out in orgasm and received number 22. A short while later slut tracy gave a loud groan and shuddered. She was labeled 23.
Several of the lower numbers were now on their third or fourth orgasms. Some were pleading, “Please, shut it off. Please, I... I mean, this slut can’t stand it.”
The two Masters and two Mistresses were waiting patiently at the front of the platform. Their eyes showed their respect for slut marcie and slut powers who still struggled against the onslaught of the Sybian. Finally slut marcie looked over at slut powers. Their eyes met and slut marcie nodded her head slightly. Both sluts immediately went over the top. Their cries of passion were long and loud, but they held the Display position and their hands never left the back of their heads. Trustee brenda quickly marked slut powers with 24 and slut marcie with 25.
While trustee yvonne walked over to mark slut gerrard with a 26 and slut david with a 27, Master Xerxes began a slow clap, which was joined by the other three Masters.
“Impressive,” he said loudly, looking back and forth between slut powers and slut marcie.
He then made a motion with his hand, and the sound of the vibrators faded away. The only sound was now the gasping and quiet moaning of several sluts who were still attempting to recover from the intense feelings that had just been wrung from their bodies.
His booming baritone voice once again echoed through the hangar. “This was more than a test,” he said. “This was a sorting.”
He paused as his gaze traveled across the sluts. He seemed to pause at the few who were still moaning or whimpering. Then he continued, “We have been observing you for the past few days.” He chuckled as he added, “You may not have seen us, but we saw you. There are cameras concealed throughout the Box M camp. We have noted how you handled the processing in. We have noted how you responded to your trustee’s orders. We watched as you did your exercises.”
He held up a clipboard, which he had been holding in his left hand. “And we sorted you from most submissive to most dominant.”
He smiled as he flipped through several pages on the clipboard. “It is surprising how closely our evaluation corresponds to the numbers now on your breasts.” There was another chuckle as he said, “In fact, my evaluation corresponds exactly to those numbers.”
Turning to face the other Masters and Mistresses, he added, “... which means I won our little wager, Mistress Susann.” The look on her face made it very clear that money had not been the terms of the wager.
Returning to face the sluts, he said quickly, “But that is not our concern at the moment. Our concern at the moment is that there are some punishments to be meted out.”
He made a flicking motion with his hand, and Mistress Susann stepped forward. Her tone was loud and firm, but still carried that sickly sweet way of talking that characterized her speech. “You may have noticed that we used four different colors for your numbers. The colors are more important than the numbers themselves.”
Almost all of the sluts looked rapidly around and then down at their own breast to see what colors had been used, and more importantly, what color they were displaying.
“Those of you with green numbers,” Mistress Susann paused and smiled as ten sluts looked back at her anxiously, “... will not be punished.
“Those of you with black numbers,” began Mistress Tawnya, “are eligible to submit yourselves for consideration to the Masters and Mistress training track. If sluts david and gerard did not so obviously belong in that grouping, we would have had to use ... other means to do our final sort for the male sluts.”
She paused and smiled at the remaining ten sluts, some of whom were looking at her in fear. Others of the ten were looking at her in anticipation, like a small child expecting a cookie. The smile vanished, and Mistress Tawnya said curtly, “The blues will be punished first.”
Turning slightly to the side, she ordered, “Trustees, bring the blues to the front.”
While trustees brenda and yvonne hurried to release the restraints on the five sluts with blue numbers, several workers quickly carried five spanking benches to the area directly in front of the platform.
“In case you don’t yet know how this works,” Mistress Tawnya said sarcastically, “you kneel on the lower pad and put your body over the upper pad. Once we have you strapped firmly in place, you will each receive ten with a leather paddle.”
The five sluts, numbered 6 through 10, walked forward on shaky legs and stood before the spanking benches. Trustee brenda, who had been walking alongside them, said quietly, “Kneel,” and all five knelt on the lower pad of the bench in front of them. Trustees brenda and yvonne then firmly strapped each of their legs to the pads and pulled a larger strap over their backs to hold them firmly to the upper pad.
“Don’t make us have to secure your hands,” trustee brenda warned. “You won’t like what else that means.”
She then stepped back slightly and barked out, “Hands in display position.”
The five sluts brought their hands behind their heads as ordered. Since the upper pad ended just below their breasts, the action of putting their hands behind their heads pulled their tits forward, causing them to display quite nicely.
One slut seemed to be having trouble getting her hands into the proper position.
“Perhaps trustee brenda,” Mistress Susann said, slipping now into full sweet, syrupy voice mode, “should have explained that if you can’t keep your hands behind your head so that your breasts display properly, we will have to attach weighted butterfly clamps to your nipples to hold your breasts in place while your hands are strapped to the front beam of the bench.”
The slut suddenly seemed to find the strength to get her hands into proper position.
“Bring the blacks forward,” Mistress Tawnya ordered.
Trustees brenda and yvonne hustled to release sluts molly, vivian, tracy, powers, and marcie. When the five sluts with the highest numbers came forward, Masters Xerxes and Edward stepped forward to hand them black leather paddles.
The paddles were slightly larger than the one which trustee brenda kept constantly tied around her waist.
“Ten strokes,” Master Xerxes said. “At your own pace and intensity,” he added.
“Sluts will count each stroke,” Mistress Tawnya called out. “Since you are counting for a fellow slut, the number alone will be the proper form.”
“Begin,” said Master Xerxes.
Slut molly was the first to swing her paddle. She was swinging so rapidly that slut number 7 had difficulty keeping up with the count. It was also obvious that she was putting as much power into each swing as she could. The other four black-numbered sluts waited for her to finish.
There had been no instructions as to how the sluts were to proceed, but since slut molly was number 21, it appeared obvious to slut vivian that she should go next. Again, the others waited for her to finish.
Slut vivian swung her paddle at a much slower pace. The loud smack of leather on ass rang through the hangar regularly about every three seconds until slut number six shouted out, “Ten!”
Slut tracy’s technique was almost identical to slut vivian’s except that she had much more power in her strokes. Slut nine, the object of her swings, was bawling loudly by the sixth swat and could barely choke out the number by the time it got to ten.
Slut powers walked up to the slut strapped in the bench before her and lightly stroked her ass cheeks. “I’m going to enjoy turning these sweet cheeks bright red,” she said softly. “Whether you enjoy it is up to you.”
With that, she stepped back and delivered the first blow, which landed directly across the middle of the ass. She then worked the paddle up and down so that by the time the tenth swat had been delivered, the poor slut’s ass was indeed bright red from the point where her ass cheeks merged into her back all the way down to where they merged into her thighs, and just a little bit beyond. The tenth, and final, swat had been delivered right at that junction between the ass cheek and the thigh. The slut gave a loud scream which somehow morphed into the word ten and then into sobs.
Slut marcie also walked up to the slut she was supposed to punish. She leaned in closely and said something that only she and the other slut could hear. “Are you a painslut?” she asked. The slut strapped to the bench nodded her head yes, and slut marcie stepped back into position.
The first swat, like slut powers, was also dead center on the ass. It, however, somehow didn’t have the same loud pop as had slut powers. Slut powers looked over at slut marcie and smiled. It was the smile of someone who knew that they had done better.
The second swat was also dead center, but it was just slightly stronger and the pop was slightly louder. The third swat remained at dead center and again was stronger and louder. So too, was the fourth... and the fifth... and the sixth... and the seventh.
The eighth swat was at least as strong as had been any of slut powers’, but the slut receiving the blow did not scream. In fact, she groaned out “Eight” in a very breathy voice.
The slut was panting as she called out “Nine!”
Slut marcie then stopped. The first nine blows had been delivered almost exactly four seconds apart, but for some reason, she was waiting with the final blow. She watched the quivering ass of the slut on the bench and listened to her almost frantic breathing. Then, pulling her arm back well past her shoulder and putting her full body weight into the swing, slut marcie delivered the tenth swat.
The cry of the slut receiving that final stroke echoed throughout the hangar, but it wasn’t a scream of pain; it was a cry of passion. She was orgasming. As her voice and breath began to return to normal, she began almost chanting, “Ten, ten, ten, ten... thank you, slut marcie... thank you, slut marcie.”
When the slut’s voice finally faded out, the voice of Master Xerxes replaced it. “That was supposed to be punishment,” he said. He was trying to sound firm, but it was difficult to look stern with such a smile on his face.
“Release the sluts from the benches,” said Master Edward, “and bring the red sluts forward.”
Trustees brenda and yvonne quickly released the five sluts from their restraints and then hurried back up onto the platform to release the next five. Master Xerxes signaled for the black-numbered sluts to stand to one side. The blue sluts were sent to the other side. Meanwhile, several workmen hurried to carry off the five spanking benches and replaced them with five sets of restraint frames.
The restraint frames looked very much like large doorways. There were two poles which were mounted on a small platform with stabilizing braces extending out like an X on the ground. A support brace went from the side of each pole out to one of the ground supports. Across the top of the two poles, a beam of the same size held them steady. An ankle restraint was attached to a very short chain at the bottom of each pole. A wrist restraint was attached to a cable which went through a pulley mechanism near the top of the pole. On the outside of each pole was a small winch mechanism.
Slut jj and three of the other red-numbered sluts nearly skipped up to their restraint frames. Slut julia held back slightly and had to be guided into place. It was very obvious to everyone that four of them were painsluts and were actually looking forward to whatever it was that would happen.
After all five were securely restrained, the workmen reappeared with a small cart carrying the instruments of punishment.
“I said it was a trap,” slut marcie said quietly to herself as she saw what was on the carts.
Slut jj couldn’t see the cart behind her, so she was unaware of what the punishment would be until she felt the cold metal surround her waist. The lock on the metal band closed with a loud click. Then trustee yvonne reached between slut jj’s legs and pulled the lower band into place.
It also locked into place with a loud click, but that click was not heard over slut jj’s groaning scream of “Nooooooooooooo!” as she realized that she was being locked into a chastity device.
Her cries of “No! No! No! No! No!” slowly dissolved into tears as a matching metal denial brassière was locked over her breasts.
“As slut marcie and slut juney so aptly demonstrated a few moments ago,” Master Xerxes began to explain, “what is punishment for one is pleasure for another.”
Looking out at the five crying sluts, he said, “You five are very obviously submissive. It would not surprise me if you requested enslavement at the end of your boot camp. Four of you are just as obviously painsluts.” He smiled directly at slut julia and continued, “And one of you is just as obviously an insatiable slut.”
Looking around at the rest of the sluts, he continued, “To properly punish a painslut, you must either drive them past their tolerance for pain— which is a very dangerous thing to do— or you merely totally deny them any erotic or erotic pain sensation whatsoever.” He chuckled and added, “That also works very well for insatiable sluts.”
Turning back to the five in restraints, he said, “I think three weeks in total denial will properly punish each of these painsluts.”
His deep chuckle caused them look at him in fear. Then he said, “But I think a little more immediate punishment would be in order.”
Master Edward once again stepped forward and addressed the ten sluts still remaining on the machines. “Mistress Tawnya,” he began, “promised you that you would not be punished.”
He paused as all ten sluts gave him their absolute attention. “I don’t think this will be punishment for you, but it will help to make the punishment of the red sluts more severe.”
He made a motion with his hands, and the workmen hustled to turn the restraint frames so that the five sluts in restraint faced the ten on the machines.
“The Sybians will once again be turned on,” he explained. “This time, the vibration and rotation will be brought up very slowly so that you can fully enjoy the sensations. Once you have orgasmed, your machine will be switched off, and the trustees will release you— unless, of course, you want to remain in place. When all the machines are empty, the red-sluts will be released, but they will remain in the denial belts until the end of this segment.”
Several soft cries of “Noooooo” could be heard from the restrained sluts.
The soft hum of the machines again began to fill the hangar. As the machines slowly grew louder, so too did the cries of the five sluts in restraints. If you were not witnessing the event, you would think that they were being unbelievably tortured, which— at least for slut jj— was exactly the case. She was watching ten sluts slowly, deliciously being taken to an involuntary orgasm while she was held totally restrained and totally encased.
By the time the tenth green slut had climaxed, all five of the restrained sluts were sobbing heavily. After the green slut had been released, trustees brenda and yvonne began releasing the red sluts. “Remain in place,” they ordered each slut. “And remain in the Display position.”
When all five had been released, Master Edward called out, “Box in, four by seven, as you were when you started.”
The twenty-five sluts hurried into position. Sluts gerard and david, who had been standing to one side observing the afternoon’s events, also took their places.
“I believe that you were in Display position when you first formed in front of the platform,” Master Edward said dryly.
Any of the sluts who were not in proper position immediately came to attention with their hands clasped firmly behind their heads.
“Double time to the barracks and into the showers,” ordered trustee brenda.
“That includes those of you in denial belts,” added trustee yvonne. “The metal is stainless steel. It won’t rust.”
As the formation trotted back towards the barracks, slut jj said to slut marcie, “OK. You were right. It was a trap.” She gave a deep sigh and added, “How was I to know that they would punish me by not punishing me?”
“I saw you wailing in despair as you watched those other girls go to orgasm,” replied slut marcie. “I would say they did punish you.”
Slut jj turned her upper body slightly so she could grin at her friend before saying, “At least I don’t have to worry about trustee brenda drugging me and trying to do something overnight.”
Because they were in the back row of the formation, sluts marcie and jj were the last to go through the shower maze, and the last to get over to the mess hall. All of the other sluts were already sucking greedily at their suppers so slut marcie said, “I guess you will have to switch water bottles with me.”
“Doesn’t matter,” replied slut jj. “Even if trustee brenda spiked it, she can’t get to me. I was barely able to pull it far enough away from me to let the water out in the shower. Most of it had to drip out of the little pee-hole on the bottom. There’s a plug in back that looks like it unscrews with a special wrench, but I can’t see her going to all that trouble just to get to my asshole.
“Still, tell me if it tastes wrong or if you start feeling like you’ve been drugged,” slut marcie cautioned.
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