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. Not every chapter in a book can be super sexy. Chapter Eleven primarily moves the plot along, though some ponygirl, cunt-lapping humiliation is included.
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Chapter Eleven: The Plot Thickens
When the sluts returned to the barracks after their evening meal, trustees brenda and yvonne were waiting for them. “Slut marcie has some special training she needs to do with trustee yvonne tonight,” said trustee brenda with a smile. “The rest of you have free time until lights out.”
Trustee yvonne stepped forward and said, “Slut marcie, you will come with me to the stables.” She then turned and walked out of the barracks, not even glancing back to see if slut marcie was, indeed, following her.
After a short while, trustee yvonne said brusquely, “Beside me!” and slut marcie hastened forward to walk alongside her.
“Trustee brenda,” she began, “wanted to do something really nasty to you for making her look bad this morning.” She turned her head to look over at slut marcie, but kept walking. “I convinced her that the greatest punishment would be to damage your pride.”
She smiled slightly, “I also told her that it didn’t look right that one of the trustees had to walk alongside the roller. It made all trustees look bad.”
“So,” she said as she pushed open the door of a large shed-like building, “you are going to be my ponygirl and pull me in my cart as we follow the roller around the path.”
She turned and directly faced slut marcie. “It’s the best I could do,” she said. “You are all doing ponygirl training next segment anyway.” She huffed slightly and tears filled her eyes. “I couldn’t risk letting her injure you so you would have to leave.”
“What is going on?”slut marcie asked.
“Later.” trustee yvonne snapped. “For now I have to get you tacked out and on the trail.”
She then grabbed a wide belt from a wooden peg on the wall and said, “Hands up.”
Slut marcie put her hands into the air, and trustee yvonne pulled the belt around her waist and buckled it in place. There were two large D-rings on the sides of the belt.
“Brenda wanted me to put you in full tack,” she said, “but everything but the training belts and bits are out at a contractor’s for refurbishing.” She paused and then said with a light laugh, “You and the rest of the sluts will find out what full tack is next segment. For now this will have to do.”
Trustee yvonne then opened the door to one of the stalls and pulled out a strange-looking cart. It looked somewhat like a racing sulky, but the seat was much lower to the ground, and the poles were also lower. She positioned slut marcie between the poles. There was an attachment clip about eighteen inches back from the front of the poles. Those clips snapped into the D-rings on the sides of slut marcie’s belt. A little ways behind the attachment point, a cross brace held the two poles in place.
“I am supposed to put a bit and reins on you,” trustee yvonne said, “but if I do that, you can’t talk. So I am putting the harness on but am leaving the bit below your mouth.”
Her actions followed her words as she buckled a series of leather straps around slut marcie’s head. She grimaced slightly and continued, “I know this isn’t very comfortable, but again, it is the best I can do.”
She walked back to the door they had entered and closed it. It was part of a larger door, which she then slid open. She motioned for slut marcie to come out. Slut marcie was surprised at how easily the cart pulled behind her. It was apparently very lightweight. Trustee yvonne pulled the door closed behind them.
“We are still on cameras,” she said very quietly. “So I am going to have to make this look good.”
With that, she climbed into the cart and grabbed the reins. There was a long-handled whip in a holder alongside the cart’s seat. Trustee yvonne picked it up and flicked it so that the tip of the whip popped loudly against slut marcie’s ass.
“Forward!” trustee yvonne yelled loudly and followed up that command with another pop of the whip on slut marcie’s ass.
Slut marcie began jogging down the pathway toward the parade grounds. Trustee yvonne made minor corrections to their path with the reins in her hand. She also yelled, “Faster!” several times and flicked the whip to back up her command. The loud pop of the whip, however, was caused by it hitting the cross brace just behind slut marcie, who yelped partly out of surprise and partly to make it look more convincing to anyone watching.
As they reached the edge of the parade grounds where the long trail around the lip of the canyon began, trustee yvonne pulled back on the reins, forcing slut marcie to a stop. She then held her finger to her lips, indicating silence and carefully walked over to one of the supports for the gate which led to the trail. Reaching behind the post, trustee yvonne flipped a switch of some sort.
“We can talk now,” she said. “That switch disables the security cameras and microphones on the parade ground and on the trail. The ones on the parade ground will come back on in one minute, so we have to get going.”
She jumped back into the cart and said, “Run. It has to look good to anyone watching from the camp.”
Slut marcie again began jogging. The trail was slightly uphill, and perspiration soon began to appear on her shoulders and stomach.
“There is a cut-through before we get to the high trail,” trustee yvonne said. “We will take that so we can stop and talk. It should take about ninety minutes to run the trail. The cut-off shaves about a half-hour off that.”
After a few more minutes, trustee yvonne said, “Just ahead, right after the dead tree.”
The path was where trustee yvonne said it would be. Now slut marcie was having trouble holding the cart back as they went down the steep cutoff back to the canyon floor. Fifteen minutes later, they came to an artificial oasis. There was an area of grass and a picnic-style shelter complete with four tables.
“Pull up next to the shelter,” trustee yvonne ordered. When the cart came to a full stop, she got out of the cart and removed the halter and reins. After she unclipped the poles from slut marcie’s belt, she led her over to the tables and said, “You are going to have to trust me on this. The local cameras are all disabled, but the long-range cameras mounted on the observation towers are still active. I told trustee brenda I would be stopping here, but I lied about why.”
“What did you tell her?” asked slut marcie.
Trustee yvonne replied, “I told her the only thing that she would believe. I told her that I was going to disable the cameras so I could bring you here and make you give me an orgasm with your mouth. I said that you having to eat me out would be one more thing against your pride.”
She sat back on the table, gave slut marcie a crooked smile, and said, “I know that I keep saying that it’s the best I could do, but... it’s the best I could do.”
“I guess that means I have to talk to your vagina,” said slut marcie.
“You just have to put your head in the right place so trustee brenda thinks you’re eating me,” trustee yvonne said. Her voice sounded almost desperate as she added, “Please, I don’t know who else I can trust.”
Slut marcie put her hand on trustee yvonne’s chest and pushed her gently onto her back. She then put her head in the trustee’s groin and lifted the trustee’s legs up over her shoulders.
“This should make them think we are going at it,” said slut marcie. “Now tell me what is going on.”
Trustee yvonne raised her head slightly and looked around as if making sure there was no one close by. “At every boot camp for the past couple years,” she began, “one or two girls end up going missing. My younger sister disappeared from here last year.”
“They say that some of the sluts will choose to go into slavery from here,” answered slut marcie.
“But when they do,” replied trustee yvonne, “they make a video explaining that it is all of their own free will. And they sign a whole shitload of legal papers saying exactly what they are doing and why. These girls just disappear without a trace.”
“Why are you so sure that your sister didn’t willingly enter a life of sexual slavery?” asked slut marcie. “I’m pretty sure slut jj would jump at the chance with the right person.”
“She wanted to be a Mistress,” trustee yvonne said. “I warned her against coming here. I knew she wasn’t a dominant. If anything, she was a closet submissive, you know, like most of the green sluts.” She again gave a deep sigh and said, “Actually, she’s really just a screwed-up girl who lost her parents in an auto accident when she was twelve. I was only seven years older than her. I tried to raise her as best I could, but...”
“So how do you know that she didn’t turn full submissive when she washed out as a Dominant?” slut marcie asked.
“I made inquiries using my mom’s name,” trustee yvonne replied. “That’s when the ranch sent me a video.” She let her breath out in a another deep sigh before continuing, “But it was obvious that Jill had lost a lot of weight. And there were tattoos and piercings that she hadn’t had before. That video wasn’t made at the end of boot camp.” Another sigh, almost a moan. “She said all the right words, and it looked like she meant it... but she ended the video by saying that the only thing she missed was not being able to go home to Mom and Dad at Glenwood Acres.”
“And... ?” slut marcie asked.
“Glenwood Acres is the cemetery where my parents are buried. That was a message for me. She was telling me that she wished she was dead.”
Slut marcie remained silent for several moments and then asked, “What do you expect me to do?”
“I’m not sure... I don’t know,” trustee yvonne replied. “I talked to some friends who were into the scene, and they referred me to a group called The Mansion Club. They said they would look into it. A little while later, I was told that a consultant company was investigating and that one of their people was going to be in this boot camp undercover.”
She started crying quietly. “I think whoever it is in the Box M organization that is responsible for what is happening found out about it. Trustee brenda must be a part of it because she started eliminating all of the male sluts. All I knew was that the spy was some sort of office manager or something. Evidently, that’s all that she knew because she seemed to have stopped after she got rid of the submissive males.”
“She didn’t stop,” slut marcie said firmly. “She tried to kill all of the sluts by tumbling the roller into the gorge. She probably would have thrown you off the trail with us if I hadn’t jumped aboard and gotten the roller under control.”
“Oh, my God!” exclaimed trustee yvonne. “They’re willing to kill people. Everything is lost.”
“No, it isn’t,” answered slut marcie. “From what you just told me, I have a suspicion of who the secret agent is, and they are still with us. Office managers are not always submissive men. I will try contacting them when I’m sure of anything that might help.”
“But what if trustee brenda pulls something really nasty before then?” trustee yvonne asked. She looked very worried and more than a little afraid.
“After her failure with the roller,” slut marcie said from between the trustee’s legs, “she is going to have to lay low for a while. There isn’t anything else she will try tonight or at least for the next few days.”
“There isn’t anything else we can do tonight either,” trustee yvonne said. “So we had better be getting back to the barn.”
“There is one thing we HAVE to do tonight,” slut marcie said.
“What?” asked trustee yvonne.
“This,” slut marcie answered as she leaned forward and ran her tongue through the trustee’s slit.
“What are you doing?” trustee yvonne screamed quietly.
“Trustee brenda already suspects you... and me,” answered slut marcie. “She is probably watching us on one of the long-range monitors right now. If you go back to the barracks with no smell of sexual arousal and I don’t have cunt juice on my face...”
“Oh,” said trustee yvonne.
Slut marcie lapped again at trustee yvonne’s pussy and flicked the trustee’s clit with her tongue. Looking up from between the trustee’s legs, she smiled and said, “Like you keep saying, it’s the best we can do.”
A few minutes later, a loud “Aaaiiee” echoed through the canyon as trustee yvonne went over the top and orgasmed under slut marcie’s expert ministrations.
When slut marcie finally returned to the barracks, trustee brenda was waiting for her. As soon as she stepped through the door, the trustee shouted, “Display!”
Slut marcie stood just inside the door at rigid attention with her hands locked firmly behind her head while trustee brenda made a show of inspecting her body. “Why are you all sweaty and stinky?” she asked derisively.
“Ma’am, I was pulling trustee yvonne around the trail in a pony cart, Ma’am, trustee brenda.” slut marcie answered.
“And why is your face so shiny?” trustee brenda yelled out. She then slid one finger across slut marcie’s cheek and held it up in front of the slut’s eyes. “What is this?”
Slut marcie looked down at the ground as if she were ashamed and then answered softly, “Ma’am, that is cum, Ma’am, trustee brenda.
“Answer loud enough so the whole barracks can hear you!” screamed trustee brenda.
“Ma’am, that is trustee yvonne’s cunt juices, Ma’am, trustee brenda” slut marcie shouted out. “She ordered me to give her an orgasm when she stopped to let me rest, and I did.”
“Go through the showers before you go to bed, you dirty little cunt-lapper,” trustee brenda said loudly as she turned and walked back to her room, smiling broadly.
Slut jj was watching slut marcie with very wide eyes, but slut marcie said nothing. Instead, she turned silently and entered the shower area.
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END OF CHAPTER
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