Two office girls, Julie Jo Johansson and Marcie Dumont, embark on a great adventure at Box M Ranch, which offers a BDSM Boot Camp. I originally published this twenty-two-chapter book in 2016. These two chapters follow the events at the BDSM Boot Camp as slut gerard is rescued by an overwhelming force, slut aina submits herself to an Arab prince, and slut jj teaches slut marcie something about orgasm control..
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Chapter Eighteen: The First Submission
Supper was the same as lunch had been. The squad sat at the boot camp table and ate simple sandwiches while slut zero was sucking her vile nourishment through penis nipples from the bottles on the floor.
Trustee brenda stood behind her most of the meal, making loud comments about her ass. “By the end of the week,” trustee brenda said joyfully, “you will be happy to be on your hands and knees for meals.” She laughed and then added, “I aim to keep your ass so sore you won’t be able to sit anyway.”
Slut marcie’s ass was indeed sore. She slept on her stomach that night and was very tight and tender in the morning. After breakfast, as they jogged toward the parade grounds, slut jj asked her, “Do you think she will be spanking you like that every day?”
Slut marcie gave a low-pitched laugh and answered, “No, she won’t beat me like that every day.” Slut jj had just started to relax when slut marcie added, “She’ll figure out a way to hit me harder.”
Slut jj almost stopped as her face became white and devoid of expression. “Oh,” she said. “That’s not good.”
“No, jj,” slut marcie replied, “That is not good.”
Slut jj started to say something else, but trustee brenda’s voice cut her off as she commanded, “Box in; four by four; slut jj and slut zero in the back row.”
The sluts hurried to get into the proper formation. Slut jj tried to stand next to slut marcie, but trustee brenda ordered, “Slut zero on the far right, slut jj on the far left.” Slut jj sighed and said, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda.”
“Let’s start with three hundred jumping jacks,” trustee brenda yelled out. “Count them by twenties.”
Trustee brenda had decided that she liked the idea of the sluts counting their jumping jacks aloud. She preferred, however, that the sluts count them by twenties, starting over with one at the end of each dodecade, but correctly incrementing the count each twenty. So the count would go “eighteen... nineteen... twenty... one... two... three...” Then at the end of the next twenty it would be, “eighteen... nineteen... forty... one... two... three...” and so forth.
The squad had just counted, “eighteen... nineteen... one-sixty...” when a loud noise drew their attention to the exterior fence which ran alongside the parade grounds. Three large trucks— which appeared to be armored and appeared to have large, snowplow-like attachments on their front— had rammed through the fence. Following close behind them were three, newer-type humvees. They were high off the ground, and each had a tall turret sticking up from the roof. The twin barrels of fifty-caliber machine guns swivelled silently back and forth in the turrets. Behind the humvees were a dozen or more large, black, SUVs.
Loud, air raid-style sirens wailed from the camp’s raised watch towers, and several security pickups and four vans raced toward the parade ground. Following close behind them were two armored personnel carriers.
A loud, amplified voice came from one of the invading trucks, “Do not oppose or resist us,” it called out. “We are Homeland Security. A dangerous terrorist is hiding in your midst. Stand down and you will not be harmed.”
The sluts stood immobile, staring at the small army of vehicles which was swarming toward them. The camp security vehicles swung around to form a line between the sluts and the advancing force. Security personnel scrambled from the vehicles and took up defensive positions behind the vehicles with weapons ready.
As the trucks neared the line of security men, the voice called out again, “Gerard Sinclair” (he pronounced it “Gee-Ard”). He then repeated the name, “Gerard Sinclair, do not attempt to run. You have no place to go. Surrender peacefully.”
Slut gerard broke from the formation and ran through the defensive security line toward the fence. The three humvees turned to cut him off while one of the trucks circled to chase him. He had gotten only a short way when the four vehicles surrounded him. Two men dressed in black uniforms jumped from the Hummers and wrestled him to the ground. Someone in the armored truck opened the back door and he was quickly thrown aboard.
An open Jeep with a siren blaring roared onto the parade ground. Commander Mueller was standing just behind the windshield in front of the passenger seat. The Jeep slowed slightly and three camo-clad men jumped aboard. The Jeep then continued forward until it reached the truck into which slut gerard had been thrown.
A black-uniformed man stepped out of the front of the truck. He was wearing some sort of close-fitting leather helmet which obscured most of his face. A microphone of some sort made it difficult see his lips.
In his hand he was holding a folded piece of paper. “This is a copy of a federal warrant,” he said loudly. His voice was also amplified through the sound system in the truck. “In the small print at the bottom,” he continued, “is the address and procedure to apply for reimbursement for any necessary damages caused by our raid.”
Commander Mueller quickly read the paper and then turned and spoke to one of the other men in the Jeep. Sarge’s voice cut across the parade ground. “Stand down,” he said, “but hold your positions.”
The commander again turned to say something to him and he added, “And after our guests leave, send a patrol to guard this opening until maintenance can get it repaired.”
“Thank you for your cooperation,” said the booming voice from the truck and the man got back into the front seat. The three trucks and their accompanying smaller vehicles then circled around and went back out through the large hole they had created in the fence. In a few minutes all that could be seen was a dust cloud in the distance.
Sarge and the other two camo-clad men then stepped out of the Jeep and stood with their weapons held in the crook of their arms as they watched the retreating Security Forces. Behind them, the commander and his Jeep returned to the main camp.
Sarge yelled out several names and two of the pickup trucks and one of the APCs rolled forward. “Block the fence,” Sarge said loudly and the three vehicles aligned themselves to form a temporary wall where the fence was missing.
He yelled out again and a pickup truck rolled forward and stopped next to him. As he stepped into the truck, he turned to the rest of the assembled security force and yelled out, “Dismissed!” The remaining vehicles turned and went back to their normal duties in the camp.
After things more or less returned to normal, trustee brenda ordered the sluts to return to formation. “Four by four,” she called out. “That leaves slut zero alone in the back... where she belongs.”
She then said loudly, “Where were we? ... Oh, yes! We were doing jumping jacks. I’m not sure where we were, so let’s start back at one hundred. That’s an easy number to remember.”
“So’s one sixty,” muttered slut jj as they returned to counting out the jumping jacks.
Slut marcie bounced alone in the last row. Her mind was racing. What kind of resources did Brown & Fittsgivens have behind them if they could arrange such an elaborate rescue in such a short time? And what kind of danger were she— and slut jj— actually in.
Following exercises, the sluts went to the stable to tack up for the run around the canyon rim. Since the afternoon racing would be at Trot Pace, trustee brenda ordered that for the morning run.
With slut gerrard gone, trustee brenda put slut david in a chariot pulled by slut juney and slut gertrude. They continued to race separately but also raced in the chariot race at the end of the day. Trustee brenda waited until the beginning of that race to tell trustee yvonne, “You might as well keep your pair on the sidelines; you don’t have a chance of winning with slut david’s chariot in the race.”
The rest of the week was basically a repeat of the first day, except for the style of racing and who ended up being the losing slut.
Slut stephanie apparently was not very good at trotting, and she ended up in the spanking bench. Slut marcie was a very good trotter, but a sore ass and fatigue ensured that she, once again, ended up on the other spanking bench at the end of the day.
When the style changed to flat-out galloping on the third day, trustee brenda decided to see what slut aina could do. To the surprise of everyone— including slut aina— she was the winner for the day. Slut grace, who had excelled at prancing and trotting, was the slowest of the galloping sluts, and of course, slut zero was the loser in the chariot races.
The fourth, fifth, and sixth days repeated the first, second, and third days, but with different losing sluts. Slut zero, however, still ended up strapped to the second spanking bench.
After six consecutive days on the bench, slut marcie was no longer able to remain as quiet. She wasn’t screaming, but she was grunting and moaning with the pain almost from the beginning. Her ass was red and purple and at least twice its normal size.
The bruising and swelling of her ass was so obvious that, on the third day, Sarge noticed it in the monitors and ordered that she report to the infirmary each day before the noon meal. When she knelt to suck in her lunch, her ass was glistening with the healing ointment which the camp nurse had applied. The nurse also ordered that she return before the evening meal for a fresh coat of the medication.
Trustee brenda, sitting with other trustees at their table, said loudly, “Look at that. All greased up and ready. All she needs is someone— or something— to ram into her ass.”
Slut jj started to stand up and say something, but slut powers pulled her back down to the bench at the sluts’ table.
Slut marcie, meanwhile, ignored the remark and continued to suck on the penis nipple to pull the awful-tasting chocolate glop into her mouth.
The last day of racing week, something was different. When the sluts arrived at the racetrack in the afternoon, Commander Mueller was in the reviewing stand waiting for them. Across the track, there were a couple dozen people in the grandstands. In addition, several Box M Masters and Mistresses sat in the reviewing stand with the commandant.
“Today,” he said loudly to the assembled sluts, “is a demonstration day. Trustees brenda and yvonne have rated each of you ponysluts and divided you into Prancers, Trotters, and Racers. Today, you will be able to demonstrate your skill in that division.”
Turning toward the small crowd, he said in a much more pleasing voice, “Please keep in mind that just because someone is racing today in a certain category, that does not mean that they are not also proficient in other categories.”
He held up a stiff piece of cardstock about the size of a half-sheet of ordinary letter-sized paper. “If you look on your racing forms,” he continued, “you will see that slut julia, who today is pulling trustee yvonne, is rated as Excelled Plus in Prancing. But she is also rated as Excellent in trotting and running. While at the same time, slut aina, who is pulling trustee-in-training maria, is rated as Poor both in Prancing and Trotting but as Excellent Plus in Running.”
He paused and turned to look at slut aina before he added, “In fact, slut aina is one of the fastest ponies I have ever seen here at Box M.” He chuckled and said, “If she decides to submit herself as a ponyslave, you could recoup all costs by racing her as a Trotter for a few races and then putting her in as a Runner in a high-stakes race.” He laughed and added, “Of course, you could only do that once or twice. Once the odds makers have seen her run, she would never again be a long-shot on any race.”
He paused for a moment before looking over the entire squad and saying in a loud voice, “And drivers, today is your day to show your skill at properly controlling and getting the most out of a pony.”
He didn’t say that several of the people in the stands were important scions of commerce and industry who maintained large personal stables. They were looking not only for potential ponysluts, but also for potential Masters and Mistresses, either to work with the ponysluts or elsewhere in their industrial empires.
Trustee brenda guided her ponies to the starting line and called out loudly, “Sluts tracy, molly, and yvonne to the starting line.”
Commander Mueller’s voice cut over her next words, “That’s trustee yvonne, trustee brenda. You must always be careful with proper titles.”
“Sir, yes, Sir, Commander Mueller,” she rapidly replied. “It was just a slip of the tongue.”
Slut jj thought, but was unable to say, “And a very slippery tongue you have, trustee brenda.” Having a bit in your mouth sometimes keeps you out of a lot of trouble.
“This is a Prance Race,” trustee brenda shouted out. “Four laps; one mile; if you break step you are disqualified and must pull to the inside of the track.” She turned her body so that she was looking down on the three carts and yelled out, “Drivers, do you understand that?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda, this slut understands,” they all called back.
Trustee brenda smiled as she reached for her whip. Trustee yvonne had answered in proper slut form with the other two drivers.
Holding firmly on the reins and raising her whip high above her head, trustee brenda called out, “Three, two, one GO!”
As was her practice, the word “GO” was emphasized with the loud pop of the whip against slut marcie’s purple ass.
As they entered the first turn, all three ponies, as well as sluts marcie and jj, were in perfect prance step. That perfect step continued as they completed the first lap. As they passed the grandstand, several of the people in the small crowd stood to watch. A few took out cameras or cell phones to record the beauty of the race.
The three ponies were staying pretty much abreast of each other. This was, after all, a mile race and it would be won or lost in the last lap. At one point slut julia pulled slightly ahead, but trustee yvonne pulled back lightly on the reins to bring her back into line with the other two ponies.
Right after passing the grandstand for the third time, all three ponies began speeding up. It isn’t really possible to put on a burst of speed when prancing, so the drivers were urging their ponies forward a little at a time. Trustee yvonne was calling out to slut julia, “Bring it up. Hold step, but bring it up.”
Sluts molly and tracey, meanwhile, were yelling, “Faster! Faster! Faster!” as trustee yvonne’s cart slowly moved into the lead.
At the second turn, slut stephanie broke step. It was only for a few steps, but in her attempt to speed up, she dropped out of prancing and pulled forward in a standard running step. “Slut molly,” trustee brenda screamed, “you’re out!”
Slut molly pulled back on the reins and slowed slut stephanie. Still keeping the prancing step, they moved to the inside, almost off the track, and continued at half-speed on around the track.
That left slut grace, pulling slut tracy, to battle slut julia, pulling trustee yvonne. By the third turn, it was no contest. Trustee yvonne’s cart was several lengths ahead of slut tracy’s. Slut tracy was no longer yelling “Faster!” but was instead shouting, “Keep your speed. Make it look good. Finish with your head high!”
Polite applause greeted the winner as slut julia and trustee yvonne crossed the finish line. Commander Mueller’s voice rang out, “Remember, these are just demonstration races. There are no rewards for the winners.”
He turned to follow trustee brenda as she circled around on the infield to come back to the starting line. Then he added in a very firm voice, “And NO punishments for the losers.”
“Sir, yes, Sir, Commander Mueller,” she quickly replied.
Once trustee brenda was back at the starting line, she called out, “Sluts powers and molly and trustee-in-training greg to the starting line.” She then looked over at trustee yvonne and gave her a leering smile, driving home the truth that she was not accidentally calling trustee yvonne, “slut yvonne.”
The trot race was uneventful. Trotting is beautiful in its own way, but it is best to not look too closely at the ponies as they run. From a distance, the bouncing and the music of the bells and hooves is quite appealing. Close up, it is awkward and looks almost spastic. A human leg and a horse’s leg are not, after all, built the same. And the trotting motion, which is more or less natural to a horse, is very unnatural for a human.
The crowd, however, were pony race connoisseurs and appreciated the complexity of the properly done Trot Step. They again applauded lightly as slut powers and slut paula crossed the finish line a wheel’s length ahead of the competition.
“Sluts vivian and david and trustee-in-training maria,” shouted trustee brenda. She then paused to smile again at trustee yvonne before continuing. “This is a Gallop Race,” she said loudly. “There is no required form or step. The ponies are allowed to run full out in whatever form works best for them.”
She looked over at the drivers and asked, “Do you understand that?”
Sluts vivian and david instantly replied, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda, this slut understands.” When they had finished, trustee-in-training maria answered, “Yes, brenda, I understand.”
Trustee brenda again looked over at trustee yvonne. This time she was laughing and shaking her head slightly as she mouthed out the word, “slut.”
For this race, trustee brenda took the time to give instructions to her ponies, “I want you ponysluts,” she said firmly, “to come off the line at a gallop as soon as I say go. And you are to run as fast as you can for the whole race.”
She then raised her whip high in the air and shouted out, “Three, two, one, GO!” The accent for “GO!” this time was on slut jj’s asscheek.
Sluts jj and marcie weren’t sure what trustee brenda was up to when she told them to run full out, but by the time they reached the second turn, they understood. Slut aina knew this was her chance to show that she was a good race pony and she was taking full advantage of it.
The carts of sluts david and vivian were a full length behind by the time they came out of the third turn. Trustee brenda was snapping her whip continuously, alternating between snapping it over the ponysluts’ heads and popping one or the other of them on the ass. Even so, they were struggling to stay slightly ahead of slut aina as she charged around the track.
Trustee-in-training maria wasn’t really driving the cart. She sat in the cart with her whip in one hand and the reins held loosely in the other. Neither hand moved at all. Slut aina was running full out and the driver was just along for the ride.
The entire small crowd in the grandstand was standing and cheering when slut aina finished her first lap. They continued to stand and cheer as she completed laps two and three. It was in the backstretch of her fourth circuit around the track that she lapped sluts david and vivian. Sluts marcie and jj were pulling for all they were worth, but they were still two or three lengths behind the amazing slut aina.
Slut aina was still at least three lengths ahead of trustee brenda’s chariot when she crossed the finish line. Trustee-in-training maria tried to rein her in to bring her around in the infield, but slut aina was somewhere in the clouds of a runner’s high and continued on around the track, gradually slowing down until she was jogging at slightly more than a walking pace when she once again pulled up to the finish line.
“I have never seen anything like that before in my life,” Commander Mueller called out. “If ponyslut aina is eventually willing to become ponyslave aina, I am sure that she will allow Box M to negotiate a placement with a proper Master or Mistress who will appreciate her.” He raised his hands in a gesture common among horse sales people and added, “For a fee, of course.”
A sudden gasp from the crowd caused Commander Mueller to swiftly turn around. Slut aina had fallen to her knees. The camp nurse came running onto the field. She quickly released slut aina’s hands from the binding glove and undid the harness holding the bit in place.
“Are you all right?” she asked anxiously.
Slut aina did not answer, but instead raised her hands above her head and lowered herself down until her ass was resting against her legs and the palms of her hands were flat on the dirt of the track. She had dropped into the submission position normally used when collaring a slave.
“I hesitate to remove someone from boot camp training,” Commander Mueller said carefully. “But I think that slut aina has clearly demonstrated that she is already beyond what a basic training course can teach her about being a ponygirl.”
Looking up at one of the cameras, he said loudly, “Sarge, arrange for her transfer to a special dormitory.”
Turning to the crowd, he said, he said, “We will, of course, have to advertize her availability. There will be an auction with the proceeds going into a fund which will go to slave aina when she ages out as a ponyslave– if she desires at that point to leave her life of slavery.”
“There is no need for an auction,” called out a strong voice from the crowd. A tall dark-skinned man jumped out onto the track. “Sheik Abdul has the finest ponies in the world,” he said loudly, “and I have already confirmed this offer with him. The Sheik will pay seven million dollars American for this ponyslut if she will submit herself to him as his ponyslave. I promise in his name that she will be well-treated and that she may revert from slavery, if she so desires, at any time.”
Commander Mueller looked as flustered as he was. “This is highly unusual,” he muttered loudly. “I don’t know...”
The Sheik’s representative turned to face the crowd in the stands, “Do any of you think that there is anyone who would pay more for this marvelous pony?”
A mixed chorus of ‘nos’ and ‘I don’t think sos’ came from the crowd.
“Then it depends on slut aina,” Commander Mueller said firmly. His Germanic sense of right order had evidently been satisfied— providing that slut aina was willing.
Slut aina lifted herself up from the ground and pulled the cart, still containing the driver, over to where the man stood. She once again dropped to the ground in front of the man and lowered herself back into the position of submission. “This humble slave,” she said loudly, “asks only that she be able to retain her name and that a portion of the reserve be allocated in regular payments to her family in Mexico.”
“It shall be so, slave aina,” the man said. “This is promised in the name of Sheik Abdul and sealed with his honor.”
Commander Mueller again looked up at the cameras above the stands and said, “Sarge, make the necessary arrangements with the legal division and send someone here immediately to take slut aina to temporary quarters until we can arrange the formal submission and collaring.”
“Sir, yes, Sir, Commander Mueller,” barked a voice from directly beneath him. Sarge was standing on the track just below the reviewing stand. “A van is waiting just outside, and the office and legal department have already been put on notice.”
Commander Mueller looked slightly startled, but he gave Sarge a big smile and said, “Thank you, Sarge.” Then he added more softly, “Some day I will figure out how you seem to know what is going to happen before it occurs.”
“Sir, just good at reading people and events, Sir, Commander Mueller,” Sarge replied as he turned to walk over to where slut aina was still kneeling on the ground. He patted her gently on the shoulder and said, “Come on, pony aina, let’s get you out of the tack. We’ve got a lot of paperwork and legal stuff to get done so you can go run in the desert sun.”
She stood up and faced him, smiling. “Running in harness today,” she began, “was the first time that I have ever been truly happy.” She looked down at the ground and said, “I can’t run that well in a normal race, but when I am tacked out and in harness, it is as if I can fly.” She smiled at him once again and said softly, “I think I was born for this.”
Sarge smiled back at her and said, “Proper form, slave aina. Proper form.” Then he chuckled and said, “As long as you can race like that, I doubt that the Sheik will worry about form, but it’s a good idea to obey the rules most of the time.” He then turned very serious and said, “It would also be a good idea to have a probationary period in your slave contract— just in case you don’t stay as happy as you are today.”
She smiled once more and said, “Sir, yes, Sir, Sarge. ... And thank you for your advice and all that you have done for me and the other sluts.”
As he led her off the track toward the waiting van, he said softly, “I watch over all the sluts. That’s my job.” Then even more softly he said, “It’s what I was born for.”
While Sarge was taking slut aina to the van, trustee brenda was leading the remaining sluts back to the stables. “Looks like you’re back to a regular cart like the rest of the sluts,” she said to trustee yvonne as they pulled into the stable. Then she added, “Though I guess for the honor of true trustees, I should transfer slut gertrude to your chariot.”
“Someday you will go too far,” trustee yvonne said softly.
“And you will do what?” trustee brenda snapped back. “You aren’t a Mistress at heart. You might not be a full-blown sniveling slut, but you will never be a Mistress.”
Trustee yvonne turned away so that trustee brenda didn’t hear her as she said very softly, “Neither will you, slut brenda. Neither will you.”
After the carts and tack were cleaned and properly stored, trustee brenda announced loudly, “Sluts dismissed to the barracks to clean up and then to the mess hall. You have a special treat for supper tonight.”
When the sluts got to the mess hall, a delicious aroma met them. At each place at the table sat a large covered plate. Beneath the cover was roast beef, mashed potatoes with gravy, and green beans. In baskets on the table were piping hot dinner rolls.
Slut marcie started to go over to the wall, but slut jj called out to her, “There’s a place here for you.”
Each of the covered plates had a small card on it with a slut number printed in black. The plate on the end was labeled, “Slut 0.”
Slut marcie sat down gingerly and lifted the cover. On her plate was a soup bowl filled to the brim with the chalky chocolate mix. There was no spoon, only a large, penis-shaped straw.
Slut powers spoke up from the other side of the table. “Trustee brenda is going to be tied up in the office for quite a while with the paperwork for slut aina.” Slut marcie looked up at her as she continued, “And they set a place for aina.”
Slut powers reached across and down the table and picked up a plate. The cover was labeled, “Slut 10.”
“We can’t help it,” slut powers continued, “if the kitchen staff mixed up two of the plates.” Her voice became slightly deeper as she said, “You know, it’s real easy to confuse a ten and zero if you’re in a hurry.”
Slut marcie said nothing, but took the plate from slut powers. She then set the slut ten cover on her own plate and handed it back.
The sluts had completed their meal and trustee yvonne had dismissed them to the barracks for the night before trustee brenda finally made it to the mess hall. By then the kitchen staff and slaves had cleared the tables.
For the first time in a week, slut zero went to sleep not feeling hungry.
Chapter Nineteen: A Week of Control
The next morning for breakfast, things in the mess hall were back to normal— or at least a new normal. Most of the Boot Camp Squad had earned real food, and their breakfast consisted of eggs, bacon, and a couple of small pancakes. Slut zero’s breakfast was again on the floor and consisted of a penis bottle of the awful chocolate stuff and a penis bottle of water.
Morning exercises were the same. Three hundred jumping jacks, fifty situps, and fifty pushups followed by pony laps around the canyon rim. Slut david was now back to a regular cart pulled by slut juney, while slut julia and slut gertrude pulled trustee yvonne. Sluts marcie and jj continued to pull trustee brenda’s chariot.
When they boxed in at the barracks following lunch, trustee brenda was smiling— never a good sign. “Today,” she began, “you are all going to learn control.” Her smile became wider as she explained, “And I do mean ALL of you. Since some of you, meaning the black- and green-numbered sluts, learn faster, you will only have to learn today. Tomorrow and the rest of the week, you will teach.”
She turned away from the sluts and shouted out, “Double time to the hangar, column of twos!”
The sluts immediately formed up and broke into a run. As usual, trustee brenda walked behind the sluts, occasionally breaking into a run herself so that she could stay close enough to watch the bouncing asscheeks of the naked sluts in the squad. And it was not just that she liked to watch asses— male or female— somehow, the idea that their asses were naked while hers was covered gave her great sexual pleasure.
When the sluts got to the hangar, Masters Edward and Xerxes and Mistresses Susann and Tawnya were waiting for them. Also waiting for them were sixteen Sybians, ten set up on one platform and six on another. One of the six had a rather odd-looking attachment in place of the front dildo that looked like the knot on an old tree where a small limb had once been— except the knot itself was pink and had an opening in it. Over each of the Sybians was a short restraint frame.
“Today,” Master Xerxes’ voice boomed out as they arrived, “you are going to learn control.”
“Red sluts, blue sluts, and slut zero on this platform,” trustee brenda ordered, pointing to the platform with ten units.
“Green sluts and black sluts on the other platform,” she then barked out. After a short laugh she added, “Slut david, I think you can figure out which unit is supposed to be yours.” He was already standing next to the Sybian with the artificial vagina.
“Today is very simple,” Mistress Susann began to explain in her syrupy sweet voice. “You are going to sit on the Sybians and you are NOT going to cum.”
“To encourage you,” Master Edward said in his clipped, British English, “we are going to connect electrodes to your body that will deliver a severe shock whenever you start to cum.”
“If you don’t cum,” Mistress Tawnya said with a large smile, “you don’t get shocked. But if you cum... ... you fry!”
“We are not heartless,” Master Xerxes continued. “And we do not expect the impossible. The Sybians will be set at a moderately low setting.” Looking at the platform containing the more dominant, black-numbered sluts, he said, “Some of you may even be able to resist it totally today.”
He gave the platform with the red and blue sluts his cold smile and finished with, “ALL of you will be able to resist it by the end of the week.”
Trustees brenda and yvonne walked among the sluts, making sure they were settled properly on the Sybians and then wrapping their wrists and ankles into the restraints. The ankle restraints were arranged so that they held the foot just below and slightly out from the slut’s ass. This forced the slut’s pelvis firmly onto the machine. The wrists were restrained above the head and out.
When all of the sluts were in place, the trustees began attaching stick-on electrodes to their bodies. There were four on each breast, arranged around the nipples; four equally-spaced on each arm; six on each leg; eight on the back; and six on the abdomen.
When all sluts had been wired up, Master Xerxes said, “Begin,” and trustee brenda turned the controls on the master remote to activate both the vibration and rotation. In slut David’s case, a mechanism within the artificial vagina moved up and down on his prick, effectively milking it.
Slut jj was the first to orgasm and the first to scream out in pain as the severe shocks tore through her entire body. Evidently, the dildos in her cunt and ass were also capable of delivering bolts of lightning to her body.
Soon everyone on the black and blue slut platform had orgasmed at least once— except slut julia. She sat serenely riding the Sybian, apparently oblivious of what was going on around her. After the second time that slut jj lost control and was shocked, slut julia turned her head and said to her, “Remember what you told me when we were pulling the chariot. The sensors are expecting a major orgasm, not a little bitty one.”
“What?” said slut jj. Then a look of recognition came over her face and she said, “Oh. ... OH!”
Sluts jj and julia spent the rest of the afternoon sighing occasionally, but otherwise apparently unaffected by the tantalizing machines on which they sat. All of the other sluts on that platform succumbed regularly and screamed out in pain as lightning tore through their bodies. Even slut marcie was only able to hold out for so long. She endured three lightning strikes during her time on the machines.
The six sluts on the dominants’ platform did a little better than the submissive sluts. Most of them, like slut marcie, were able to hold off fairly well and were only shocked three or four times.
Overnight, sluts jj and julia told the other red and blue sluts— as well as slut zero— the secret to riding out the Sybians. The next day, when the green and black sluts were controlling the Sybians, they were surprised that only three of the sluts were shocked in the entire afternoon. The day after, the controls were set a little higher, and all of the sluts had a major orgasm— and got shocked— at least once.
Slut jj told slut marcie before bed, “It’s just too tempting sitting there all afternoon thinking that maybe you could get a real powerful orgasm and pain at the same time.” She shrugged and said, “But I guess even I have my limits. Besides, that shock is way too powerful. It takes all pleasure away and just HURTS.”
Slut marcie laughed slightly and said, “Welcome to my world.”
On each of the remaining five days, the Sybians were turned up until on the seventh day they were running at normal speeds. It wasn’t maximum, but it was heavy enough that in order to drain off the sexual energy, all ten of the sluts were in a state of almost constant mini-orgasm. Even so, each of them endured the lightning at least once.
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