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SUBMISSIVE WIVES ACADEMYOF TRAINING
Chapter One -- Jan
 
They drove around the third of three oldwarehouse buildings near the docks, following the directions that they hadprinted out.  At the end of the third building an old truck blocked thealley between buildings.  Jan’s husband, Dave pulled the car to a stop and a spotlight blindedtheir vision.
       “Card, please!” a voice saidover a loudspeaker. 
Dave flashed the card they had received with thedirections.  About five seconds later a door opened on their right.
       “Drive on in, lights off” thevoice said as Dave turned the car in and flipped the switch for thelights.  It was pitch black in the warehouse.  The next thing theyheard, the passenger door was opening and they were blinded in the beams of twohuge flashlights.
       “Out quick, no goodbyes,” avoice said, sounding like the one from the loudspeaker outside.  Jan’s seatbelt was unbuckled, and she waspulled from the car, then pushed through a heavy black curtain where she wasgrabbed by another pair of arms.
       “Back out, drive away, the wayyou came.  You will hear from us at the right time,” the voice said asDave complied, wondering if he had done the right thing.  What if thisturns out to be something really awful, he wondered.  As he backed the cararound to return the way he came, a tall female figure in a black coat and boots,stepped near the car, motioning with her flashlight to lower the window.
       “After you leave the frontgate, play this.  Listen carefully and follow instructions, and all willbe well.  Now go.”  She tossed a CD onto his lap and stepped througha small side door he hadn’tseen before. 
 
Inside, Jan was shoved through anothercurtained doorway into a small room with a platform in the far corner,illuminated by the beam of a single spot light.  She two people behind herand started to turn and look at them when one of slapped her face and pulledher head down, doubling her over.  Jan saw two pairs of high-heeled bootsbeneath black leather skirts.
       “Eyes to the floor unlessordered otherwise, bitch,” one of them snapped.  “Now, strip then kneel onthe platform, face to the wall.  You have ten seconds, starting NOW!”
Jan felt another hard yank to her hair, thengrabbed for the thin T-shirt and pulled it off over her head.  She wasdressed exactly as the instructions had demanded, in a thin T-shirt at least twosizes too small that would show her nipples, and tight cotton short shorts thatwould show her camel toe.  Nothing else, no underwear or shoes, had beenallowed.  Jan pulled the shorts below her knees and stepped out of them asquickly as she could, almost tripping herself as she lunged for the platformand scrambled onto it, kneeling and pushing her face into the corner where thetwo walls met.  She had spent enough “corner time” at Dave’s direction to hope that this was theexpected behavior.
“Good cunt,” the other voice said.  “Onesecond to spare.” Jan felt the woman’s warm breath on her neck.
“Thank you, Mistress,” Jan said in earnest.She immediately felt her head pulled back by the violent grasp of the woman’s hand followed by her right nipple grippedand twisted, then pulled out and twisted some more.
“Only speak when commanded to do so, you vileuntrained scum,” the woman said, continuing to grind and twist thenipple.  “You will learn to thank us properly and only when commanded, andonly after learning our disciplines.  Until then, such a low form of lifedoes not and cannot speak, not even to acknowledge or thank a Mistress.
Jan heard the other woman approach and grabher left nipple, pinching hard.
“When you are finally allowed the gift of speech,it will first be used to count and beg for the number of strokes we haveassigned.  But that won’tbe for at least a day or two, or maybe even three.  If you follow orderswell enough to be allowed to lick my dog’s turds, you may be allowed to speak, to thank your trainers fortheir attention to your useless body, and ask for a few more strokes.” The woman punctuated her last words with even more vicious twists of Jan’s nipple, then stepped back.  Janfelt the other woman relax her grip and stand over her.
“Transport to the training camp will be inabout two or three hours, as soon as our other subjects have arrived.  Inthe meantime, we will entertain ourselves with some tests of your disciplineand obedience levels,” the one with the more authoritative voice said, almostpurring with anticipation.  “Stand up, turn around, and present yourselfat attention, hands behind your head.”  The command was immediatelyfollowed by a swat from a riding crop as Jan rose to comply.
 
Meanwhile, Dave had driven away fro thedarkened warehouses on the docks and was approaching the freeway on-ramp. He slipped the disc into the CD player and above various moans and screams inthe background he heard a low rasping female voice.
“Hello Dave, this is Mistress Evelyn of theSubmissive Wives Academy of Training, or SWAT as we like to call it.  Youhave entered your wife Jan for our introductory training and grading programand you have both consented to this.  We have reviewed the applicationsand the video interviews you both did and know of yours and Jan’s interest and experience in BDSMactivities and lifestyles.
“Jan will be our guest for 15 to 20 days,during which time you will have no contact with her or with ourorganization.  You will receive updates on her progress as we see fit tosend them, at least at 7 and 14 days into the program.  On the 14thday, you will receive instructions for the remainder of this phase of programand when she will complete it.  This disc will erase itself as itplays.  You will hear from us by the 7th day from now. Have a pleasant and safe journey home.”  The disc stopped andautomatically ejected from the player.
 
Jan stood at attention, trying not to shiverin the chilled temperature of the room where she stood on the platform. She felt her nipples harden even more than they had, even after the abuse theyhad just taken.
“Look at me,” the first woman said as sheapproached.  She slipped the black coat off her shoulders, revealing alarge body with big breasts in a low-cut leotard, black gloves with studdedwrist strap closures and a black skirt that fell below the knee over gleamingboots with 4” heels.  Her dark hair surrounded a beautiful leather maskpainted in gold to look like a cat’s face.  Jan shivered in fear as the woman slapped the cropacross her own palm and paced back and forth.
“Who I am is of no importance,” she continued,tapping Jan’s thigh with thecrop, “since anyone and every thing is superior to what I see here.” Sheflicked the crop against Jan’sright tit, then drew it along under her chin as she spoke.  “In fact, evensingle-celled scum floating on stagnant pond water is superior to this thinghere, isn’t it Sister?” She flashed a toothy grin as she turned to her partner in the shadows at theback corner of the room.
“Oh yes, Sister,” the other one replied as shecame forward.  She wore a tunic type sweater over tight black jeans andsandals.  She was very tall and quite thin with long fingers and toes,nails painted black.  Her face was covered by a feathered mask in blackand grey, with a lacquered leather beak over her nose.  She unclipped athin leather paddle from her belt. 
“This nameless thing here should wish to behonored with being mentioned in the same sentence as pond scum,” she laughed asshe stepped up onto the platform with Jan.  She tapped the slapper againstJan’s lips and said “Open upand hold this for me while I get ready for some fun.” 
Jan took the leather slapper in her mouth asthe thin woman unbuttoned her tunic and slipped out of it, hanging it on a hookalongside other straps, whips, paddles and implements on the wall.  Shewas now naked from the waist up, with small breasts and tight protrudingnipples that reminded Jan of big pencil erasers.  She reached out andyanked the paddle from Jan’smouth then swung it hard against her left hipbone. Jan let out a gasp, butmanaged not to make much noise.
“Not bad,” said the big woman.  “But howabout this?” The crop shot out, catching Jan’s left nipple with a sharp upswing.  Jang gritted her teethand groaned, stifling the urge to scream.
“Hmm, looks like it’s had some training,” the thin one said, tapping down along Jan’s belly until she arrived at the lushgrowth of pussy hair, where she swung hard once again, causing Jan to suck inher breath even harder this time.
“Looks like it really wants to be trained,”her partner said, lifting the right tit up by the nipple, and then slashing thetender underside with three quick strokes.  Jan moaned, and couldn’t avoid twisting away to avoid thepain.  “Uh-oh, breaking position means punishment, stupid thing,” thelarge woman went on, yanking her back around and slashing down across Jan’s groin with the crop.
Jan summoned all control and resumed theposition, flinching at the strokes bhagwaning across her hipbones and the flesh ofher pussy mound.  She could feel sweat beads forming on her back and legsdespite the chill in the room.  She caught her breath as the intensity ofthe strokes lightened, then they stopped.  The thin one stepped towardJan, bringing the edge of her paddle hard up into Jan’s crack, sawing it back and forth, almost lifting Jan off her feetas she hissed.
“Bad behavior, bad thing.  Punishment foryou.”  She stepped back and Jan saw her smile for he first time.  Itwas not a pleasant smile.  “But first we will check out some importantinfo, won’t we, Sister?
“Oh yes, we shall, sister dear,” replied thepartner.  “Indeed we shall.”  She turned to a shelf on a sidewall,taking a leather folder and opening it.  “First, we check the vital datathat was submitted. Let’ssee, auburn hair, obviously colored, not a bad job of it, green eyes, tits witha nice drop to them, not bad for 35 years old.  Over there, step on thescale.”  Jan complied, practically jumping towards a scale in the oppositecorner.
“One hundred thirty two pounds,” the thinwoman read from the dial. 
“Hmm, she said one twenty seven on herapplication,” the large one said.  “That means a five stroke penalty, onefor each pound,” she clucked her tongue.  “Shame shame, you will pay forthat.  Put the tape to her, and let’s see if she lied to us there, too.”
The smaller woman took out a cloth tape andput it around Jan’sbreasts.  “Thirty seven” she said, giving each nipple a good pinch beforeshe pulled the tape away.
“Well, that’s what is says here, too.  So are they a full C-cup, do youthink?”
“Seems to be so,” replied the woman, heftingJan’s tits in her hands andbobbling them up and down, then slapping them hard. “Nice pink nipples, erecteasily.  Aureoles almost two inches.”   She moved the tape downJan’s torso. “What does thewaist read, I wonder?  Hmm, the tape says a twenty-six inch waist.”
The woman moved the tape on down around Jan’s hips, pulling at her hairy bush as shebrought the tape together.  “Thirty-eight on the hips,” she said.
“Well, waist and tits are accurate, hips saythirty nine.  Hmm, what shall we do there, Sister?”  the large oneasked, looking down at the folder.
“You know, since we value nice round asses, it’s as bad to under report ass size as itis to exaggerate tit size.  I think that will be another five strokepenalty, don’t’ you?” her partner answered, yanking atJan’s hairy cunt.  “Andis the cunt hair supposed to be this messy jungle?”
“Hmm, yes, it is.  Four weeks minimum ofno trimming or shaving, same for the pits and asshole,”  the large womanwalked over to Jan, grabbing her hair and bending her over.  “Is thatfilthy ass look like a month of no trimming?”
The thin one glanced down at Jan’s ass, then picked up a flogger from anearby table.  “Some hairy stuff there, sister, oh yes!” she laughed asshe swung the flogger against Jan’s butt crack.  “Nice and hairy,” as she wailed away.
The large woman jerked Jan’s head back up so she was once more atattention.  “Let’s lookat those pits, eh?” she said, pulling a small pair of needle-nose jeweler’s pliers from her belt.  Jan feltthe jaws of the pliers open and then pull on the hair in her left armpit. It had grown to almost a half-inch in length in the month or so since they hadfiled the application.  Jan winced as the woman plucked hard, removing thehair in the pliers’ grip, andthen moved to the right side for more of the same.   “Oooh, that isfun, isn’t it?” she grinnedat Jan, hoping to get an answer.  Jan swallowed hard and remained silent.
“Shall we apply some penalty strokes to thiscunt crack, do you think?” the thin one asked, reaching up and slapping Janhard as she spoke.
“Why not,” her partner replied, “and then wewill still have time for some pussy eating and ass-licking before she gets toride the transport pony to training camp.  Bend her over, and let’s get started, shall we?”  Theflogger fell across Jan’ships and thighs even as she was being bent into position.
 
Two hours later, Jan sat in the transport van,not able to see through the thick blindfold over her eyes.  She wasstrapped onto a rough bench-like device, with a wooden wedge shape on the benchpushing up into her pussy.  Her wrists were cuffed in heavy leather withrings in each one hooked to other rings in a wide leather collar around herneck, keeping her hands locked under each ear.  She felt each foot beingplaced on a sloping board then strapped in so that her legs were held wide openand displaying her cunt.  She knew there were others in the van, but shehad no idea how many.  As she waited for it to move, she thought about thepast few hours.
She and Dave had experimented with variousDominance and submission activities, and she discovered that she liked it a lotmore than she had originally thought she might.  Then one night Dave camehome with a web link to the SWAT web site, outlining the available slavetraining programs.  They looked through the information on the website andanswered the long qualifying questionnaire about their activities and involvement,along with a series of pictures of Jan in various poses.  A few dayslater, Dave received an email about scheduling an interview by phone, whichthey eagerly set up.  A week after the interview, which had been nearly anhour long, they received an envelope which contained Jan’s acceptance into the SWAT trainingprogram, along with the fee schedule, a contract form, and instructions on howto prepare for entering the program, among them the explicit directions on notshaving pubes or pits for at least four weeks.  Dave had also beeninstructed not to spank or swat her for at least two weeks before training, sothat her skin would be unmarked and ready for training.
They were given a date and time to appear fortransport to training and told to wait for instructions on deliveringJan.  The instructions arrived via email just an hour before she was toappear at the warehouse area, at 9:30 pm that night, well after dark.  Andthat’s how Jan had ended uphere.  She thought back to the long application, the involved questions inthe interview, and then to the treatment she had just received thatevening.  After the weighing and measuring, Jan’s two tormentors had each taken a leather flogger and they tookturns beating her from neck to knees, front and back.  When it seemedevery inch of  her skin was glowing pink and warm, they had pushed herdown onto her knees and elbows, with instructions to put her forehead to thefloor and push her ass up with legs spread wide.
Jan had spent enough time in this position inher games with Dave to know what was most likely coming next, but she wasn’t prepared for the ferocity and intensityof the swats she got from this pair.   They had given her fifteenpenalty swats for the weight and ass dimension errors, then each took anothersix swats to each ass cheek for having altered position.  They hadfinished with another six to her asshole with the leather slapper, followed byten with a wooden spoon to her spread cunt crack for speaking withoutpermission.  Jan heard more movement in the van, then the doorclosed.  She felt he van moving slowly, its rough suspension system goingover the potholes in the warehouse district and the consequent bumpy rideshoving the wedge block mounted on the bench into her already burning pussy andass crack.  As the van picked up speed, she heard a voice come fromloudspeakers somewhere above.
“Welcome to the transport to SWAT’s training camp.  We don’t welcome you as ladies, or women, orgirls, or even as slaves, not even as shit.  You are nothing, actuallyless than nothing.  Not slaves, certainly, since a trained slave is ahighly-prized possession, and you are not that.  Not even shit, sincecompared to the lot of you, a stinky dog turd is a precious stone.  By theway, there eight of you in this lot, not that it matters to you, since one, twofour or even eight of you are still less than nothing until you start tolearn.  We gather from your silence that you have each learned that speechis not allowed at this stage.  The only things allowed are total obedienceand complete humility. You do not possess a single thing except your desire toobey.  You have no name, no number, no nothing.  You will obey andworship anything and everything you encounter.
“You will eat, drink, piss and shit oncommand, and only on our commands. When any of you commits an infraction orviolation of any rule, you will all be punished for it.  It will beapproximately ninety minutes to our training camp, and we are sure that yourasses are quite warm from the greeting punishments you received so we will giveyou some air.” 
Jan felt the cool night air from outsiderushing up under her crotch as panels in the floor of the van opened up sheheard gasps and squeaks from others that she assumed were locked into theirtortuous seats just as she was.  She heard the voice as the volume wasraised over the sound of the cold air rushing into the van.
“Oh, that’s so nice, don’tyou agree?” the voice chuckled, “but then, of course you agree.  Of courseyou do.  You are here after a process of application and review, aninterview and more review, and your willful agreement to a contract.  Ifyou are only now having regrets, it is simply too late, though we almost neverhave real regrets with our trainees, since we know how to screen them to beginwith. 
“As we travel, I will remind you of theparticulars of our training program.  You will each be with us for 10 to15 days, depending upon individual progress and our whims.  There areseveral grades of our training program, each requiring a standard of training,obedience and discipline to achieve.  There is the lowest, or shit grade,where you are known as slave turds.  Next is cunt grade, where you will beknown as a slavecunt with a number.  Next is slut grade, where you will beknown as slutslave, with a number, or perhaps even a name of some sort, maybe aname something like doggiecum or pigshit.  Next is slave grade, where youwill be allowed to earn a slave name.  Above slave grade, we have ourSisters, who direct the training for our Supreme Mistress Evelyn, who rules allof us.  Even the Sisters must submit to a minimum of three days of slavishtraining at least twice a year.  Only Our Supreme Mistress never submits.
“Of course, there is one grade below shitgrade… that is what you are.  There is no name for it, since there is notway to describe things of such low value as the eight of you.  Your first,largest and greatest  and ONLY desire is to obey well enough to be thoughtworthy of being called ‘shit’ and ‘slave turd.’ We expect the eight of you to obey every command well enough to move on to shitgrade by your second day here.  Then, and not until then, will you beallowed any speech.  When we do allow speech, it will be limited to suchphrases as ‘this slave turdthanks the Mistress,’ whichwill be spoken enthusiastically each time  a training Mistress strikes,swats, pinches, pisses spits or performs any sort of training attention towardyou.
“But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?  There are two longsdays of obedience training and testing before you get to shit grade, where youwill learn the joys of worshipping shit in all its glory, among othertasks.  When we arrive, you will be unloaded then unbound.  You willstand at attention in Position One.  When the blindfold is removed, youwill drop to all fours and begin crawling as your new Training Mistressesdirect you.  We are leaving the highway soon and the comfortable part ofthe ride will then be over,” the voice almost giggled at that.  “Sincethere has been nice rain storm this evening, the road should provide anespecially refreshing completion to the journey.” 
Jan felt the van slow, then turn onto acurving ramp, and then a few moments later, how long she couldn’t tell, it slowed some more as it slowlycruised over what felt like speed bumps as the wooden wedge pounded and jammeditself into her sore pussy.  Then she heard the tires going through whatsounded like water as she felt  the icy shower of cold rainwater kicked upthrough the grates in the van’s floor.  Just as she caught her breath from one frigid blastup her ass, the van would bang over another bump and she would feel the pain ofthe wedge block followed by the chill of another puddle splashing up.  Shecould hear rustling from the others in the van as they felt the saemdiscomfort.
Finally the van slowed even more and stoppedas Jan heard voices outside.  We must going through some sort of entrance,she thought from sounds of gates squeaking and official sounding conversationsoutside.  The van lurched forward, going sown what seemed a steep slope,the coming to a stop.  Jan heard the engine shut down and the doors on thevan opened. 
“Everybody out, come one move!” a voiceyelled, followed by laughter.  Of course every one of the women in the vanwas so tightly secured that no one could move at all, but that seemed to add tothe comedy.  “Hmm, are you disobeying already?” came the cackling voiceagain.  “well, let’sgive you a proper welcome, then!” 
Jan felt the blast from what felt like a firehose across her body and heard the gasps from the others still tied in the van,followed by sounds of clips and straps being released.  Jan felt the legrestraints being released, then being pulled off the wedge block, her cunt andass burning in pain.  She felt cool night air and heard crickets chirpingsomewhere nearby.  The collar was unbuckled, and she wrist cuffsreleased.  She quickly clasped her hands up behind her head as she stoodat attention in Position One.  Under the very edge of the blindfold, shethought she could see bright floodlights illuminating the area.
The blindfold was jerked off her head and fora second she was blinded by the dazzling harshness of the floodlights as shewas pushed down and felt a boot across her sore ass.
“Move! Move! Move!” she heard as she felt theshock from a cattle prod and felt more than one rod falling across herbody.  She crawled quicky, and now could see three bodies in line ahead ofher, all crawling as fast as they could, goaded and guided by a virtual gantletof swinging rods, straps and birch branches.  She caught a glimpse of thelarger Woman who had done her “reception” work on arriving at the warehouse,ready to swing her crop as Jan passed.  “Faster, faster!” someone yelledas Jan heard whooshes of the air followed by various sounds as implements fellon crawling bodies.
Jan smelled a stench at the same time as shesaw the trench in front of her and saw the jiggling ass cheeks of the woman infront her almost submerged in the trench of mud and shit mixed with enoughliquid to be the texture of a stinking soup or stew.  She felt a viciouswhack from a rod or cane across the backs of her thighs as she crawled up toand into the shit trench.  She moved through it as fast as she could,wanting only to get to the other side.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
SUBMISSIVE WIVES ACADEMYOF TRAINING
Chapter Two – First Day
 
Jan crawled as fast as she could move, squinting againstthe shit flying up around her face from the woman in front of her.  Theshit and mud mixture was deep enough to submerge her up to hr shoulders as shemoved through it.  The smell was overpowering and it was all she could donot to gag and just keep moving.  She felt the mud bottom of the trenchramp up a slight incline, as she knew she was coming to the end of thetrench.  Another hard stroke from a cane bhagwaned across her tailbone as shefelt the depth lessen and her tits swung free of the stinking slurry, then onlyher hands and knees were still in it.   She felt a hand grab herunder each armpit and draw her up onto her feet.  She tried to stand andslipped on the slime under her feet.
       The hands propelled her forwardand she stumbled, her head down, managing to keep her balance.  Looking down, he saw two pairs of feet in rubber boots as she gasped for breath. She felt a boot kick into her side as she fell, then rolled down a sandy bank.The grit scraped her sore skin and caked onto the scum of shit and mud thatcovered her from the neck down.  She saw the three women who had crawledthe trench before her. One was getting to her feet under the repeated blows ofa rod swung by a short chunky Trainer and the other two were already standingat attention in Position One.  Jan rolled to a stop and scrambled to herfeet, hurrying over to line up with the others and take up what seemed to bethe required posture.  As she clasped her hands behind her head she feltthick clumps of shit in the strands of her hair.  The Trainer stepped overto where Jan stood, hands locked and elbows back to more fully present her tits. The trainer took Jan’s elbowsand brought them together in front of her face, yanking and pulling them sothat the shit caked on her forearms was rubbed onto her face.
       The woman sneered and almostgiggled as she grabbed Jan’sright wrist, pushed the palm so it was spread flat and then slowly drew it downover Jan’s face, smearing itwith the residue from the trench.  She let go of the wrist and quicklyswung the rod up under Jan’stits, catching them both just under the nipples.  By then two more womenhad rolled down the sand bank.  One of them, a blonde with big tits and ahuge ass and thighs, just lay there gasping for air.        The other one was an average looking redhead with short hair.  Thered welts and marks stood out on the pale white of her skin, even through thecoating of shit and sand that covered most of her.  She struggled to herfeet quickly and rushed to Jan’s left, assuming the position.  The Trainer had her cattleprod out and was jamming it into the fat blonde’s crotch and belly.
       “Get up you pile of blubber!”the Trainer hissed, swinging her birch rod back forth across the thighs of thebig blonde.  “Up, now and in Position One.” Another woman came down thebank, though it seemed she had been thrown down from the top rather thanrolling as she skidded to a stop on her belly and rolled over, her facehalf-covered with sand.  She was a tall slim brunette with hair down herback as she coughed, then rose to her hands and knees. The Trainer swung abackhand stroke onto the brunette’s ass as she whirled back to connect another swat onto the blonde’s ample rump, then repeated the backhandmove again as the brunette rushed to join the line.  The big blondecrawled towards the line and pushed herself up onto her feet, still steadyingwith her hands as she scuttled away from the stinging rod.
       By then the last of the eighthad rolled down the bank.  She was a short woman who looked older than therest, with very short platinum white hair and small tits.  The hugenipples and areolas made them look like targets on her nearly flat chest. The woman got up but fell back in the sand, brushing against the calves of theTrainer’s legs just as theTrainer had jerked the big blonde into the attention posture in the line. The Trainer turned and swung her rod in one swift move, catching the womanacross the hip and thigh, then following with a flurry of crisscross strokes asthe woman crawled and scrambled to the end of the line.
       Jan tried to get a betterglimpse of the three women who had preceded her into the line.  The onejust her left seemed average height and build except that she seemed to haveone of those enormous butts that was way out of proportion to the rest ofher.  She couldn’treally see the other two and she didn’t chance turning her head to check them out.  Never mind, shethought, we’re all in thistogether anyway.  She looked up at the top the sandy bank and saw the twowomen in rubber boots and gloves coming down to the line of eight subjects.
       “Welcome to the sandbox,” thefirst one said, as she stood before them.  She wore a rubber apron thatshe started to remove as she spoke.  “I just love to play here, and youwill too, trust me,” she said, pulling off the rubber gloves that went nearly toher elbows.  “You are here to show your obedience, but then you’ve heard that, haven’t you?  But since you all are sostupid and not even in possession of a brain we will have to repeat it manytimes while you are here.”  She walked along the line, slowly rubbing theshit-covered gloves across noses and foreheads of the eight subjects standingat rigid attention. 
       “First, we will practice thePositions of Presentation.  I now how stupid and ignorant you all are, butyou were instructed to learn and practice these in the weeks of yourapplications and screening.  We will see, won’t we?”  She turned and paced back along the line. “Position One seems to be in order.  And peaking of order, for our firsttime through we will command them in order.  Later, we will command themin any order we like, and every one of you better get them right or you willall be punished.  That’show it is at the beginning here, any one of you fucks up on something, you allfeel the punishment.  But then, you aren’t allowed to think about who fucked up in the first place, you areonly allowed to obey,” she continued.  “Now, Position Two, present thosetits.
       Every one of the eightinstantly changed position, spreading the feet to shoulder width, toes pointed out, knees bentalmost at a right angle.  Hands were under tits, lifting and presentingthem.  “Not bad, not great.  But we will work on it” the woman said,still pacing back and forth but now tapping on each subject with the tip of ariding crop as she passed.  “When Position Two is called, along with ‘PresentTits,’ this is the expected posture.  If we should callfor Position Two with ‘Display Tits,’ then titsare held up by pinching the nipples to show those tender undersides.  Wemay even call for ‘Display Cunt’ in this Position, which will requirepulling the labia wide open for inspection or punishment.  Now, let me seePosition Three what we call the hangers.”
      The line of women quickly moved, keeping the feet spread by locking thelegs straight and bending at the waist, spine parallel to the ground, pointingthe tits to hang straight down with hands clasped in the small of theback.  “Keep those legs locked and that back nice and even so those titshang just like I like them,” said, giving a couple of corrective swats as shereviewed the line.  “If you hear ‘Display Ass’ along witha command for ‘Three,’ the hands will spread the cheeksnice and wide.  Let’s see that NOW!” she snapped.“Position Three, Display Ass.”  Eight pairs of hands quickly grabbed asscheeks and pulled them wide apart.  The Trainer walked around the line andbehind the women, rubbing or tapping, occasionally swatting her crop lightlyacross hips or thighs.  Jan felt the crop rub along her crack, then avicious stroke came down right on her tender asshole. Jan’s kneeswanted to buckle, but she held position.
      “Next, let me see position Four, the Quad, “ the Trainer ordered. As its name implied it was a four-point stance, with legs remaining lockedstraight and spread, hands on the ground at the same width as feet, arms lockedstraight, eyes looking down.  Jan’s hair fell over her face and shecould feel and smell the shit clumped in it.  “We’ll holdthis one for a while, just to let all those obedient knees and thighs get goodand tight,” the Trainer laughed as she stepped over to where the other twoTrainers stood.  “Why don’t we have Sister Cane here take youthrough the next postures.”
      “Why thank you, Sister Crop,” her companion said as she walked to theline of subjects all in the quad stance, removing her gloves and pulling arattan cane from her belt.  The one called Sister Cane was medium heightand a chunky build, with heavy thighs, a thick neck and double shin.  Shewore her dark auburn hair pulled back with a purple scarf.  Her boots madea squishy sound as she wandered around the line and took up a position behindthe eight.  The telltale swish of air as the cane swung was followed by afew different strokes bhagwaning on various hips and thighs, first at one end ofthe line, then in another part of it. 
Jan felt the airmove as the cane swung, purposely missing a square shot across her asscheeks.  Sister Cane gave out a series of gratified sighs as she slicedand slashed down on butt cheeks that were by now almost in spasms from thestrain of holding the position.  “Hold that position, all of you,” shechided, “or you’ll be verrry, veerrrry sorry,” she chimed out in asingsong voice.  “Now, when I command, you will be moving on to PositionFive, or what it like to call the Star, from its five points of contact. The five are knees, elbows and forehead, with the ass as the highest point ofthe body.  Position Five, NOW!” She came down across the shoulders of thebig blonde woman to Jan’s right with her cane as all eightdropped to their knees with heads down between forearms and asses pointing up.
      Jan knew this pose, having spent a lot of time in it with the games sheand Dave had played at home, but she somehow felt the swats and spanks wouldnot be as playful as Dave’s had been.  A boot pushed downon her neck, shoving her forehead further into the rough texture of thesand.  Jan glanced to the side and saw the other Trainer shove a bootunder the nose of the woman to her left, then push her head down onto the bootwith her cane.  “Worship that boot,” the Trainer snarled, “worship itgood,” as she worked the cane, rubbing the woman’s nose ontothe top of her shit-spattered boot.
      Sister Cane seemed to be coming down the line and placing cross-hatched X’s on rumpsas she did, and Jan felt the sharp sting of one stroke then another.  Sheheld herself, trying not to flinch, seeing the boots of Sister Crop walking infront of her and feeling the whoosh of the crop as it bhagwaned on her back. God, how many of these will they bhagwan on me, she thought, knowing that at thispoint it didn’t really matter.
      “Time for number Six, the Open Flower!” Sister Cane announced.  “Doit, now!”
Each subject squatted up,then lay down on her back, with knees up and spread wide, head slightly back,eyes closed, and arms extended beside the head.  The grains of sanddigging into the sores and welts of her back and ass were almost unbearable forJan as she took up the posture, trying to keep her throbbing calves and thighsheld tight and in position.
      “Sometimes we like to vary this one with a command to ‘Displaycunt,’” Sister Crop said.  “In that case, the hands willbe behind knees, holding them wider apart, for an even better cunt display,especially when some extra attention is in order.”  Jan could feel the toeof a boot working into her slit as the Trainer continued.  “And when wewant some extra fun, we can do some cunt pickling, can’t weSister?”
      “Oh, absolutely,” Sister Cane replied with a mocking enthusiasm. “We love cunt pickles.  I have some right here.”  She walked to theside and came back with a large glass jar of a greenish liquid with red andgreen pieces floating in it.  She picked up a large brush and stirred thejar’s contents, swirling them around.  “This flavor ismy favorite, with jalapeño and habanera peppers in extra strong vinegar.” Jan could smell the potent fumes from the jar as the Sister walked by theirheads ad waved the jar about.
“Get ready for a taste ofthis!”  She took the brush and began wiping a generous portion of thepepper and vinegar mixture on each cunt and ass crack, scrubbing hard with thecoarse bristles of the brush and smearing the mixture across the welts thatmarked each subject’s upper thighs.  Jan wasn’t ready forthe painful burn that assaulted her most tender flesh as the combination ofacids hit her crack and dribbled into her vagina.  There was more than onemoan but amazingly, no one screamed.  Jan gritted her teeth and felt tearsforming in her eyes that strained to stay shut.
      “Hmmm, nice appetizers, those cunt pickles,” Sister Crop laughed,  “and soon we will have a lovely entrée before bedtime.  But right now, it’s time forPosition Seven, the dreaded Diaper.  Do it now!”  Each woman knew theroutine, and each generally disliked the Diaper position more than anyother.  But they each remained on their back; legs only slightly bent,feet raised over the head with arms on floor, palms flat.  Jan heldposition, remembering the times Dave had put her in this for enemas or paddlingand wondering if a more humiliating posture could be envisioned.  “Oh,Sister Cane, I can tell that some of them really don’t’ enjoy thisone, but isn’t that too bad?”
      “Yes it is, Sister Crop, since they don’t have any choice, any opinion or anythought about it, not that they could think, anyway,” she replied, dribblingmore of the vinegar on the line of cunts as she walked up and down.  “Butsince they are all here to obey and do nothing but obey, they will all continueto hold this posture for as long as we like, won’tthey?”  Jan held position, and could feel the truth of the Trainer’swords.  She really wanted to obey.
      It seemed a long time that they were held there, but Jan’s sense oftime was getting fussy by now.  Let’s see, she thought, we left beforemidnight, a ninety-minute ride here, and how long have we been doingthis?  She looked up at the bright floodlights and she realized that itdidn’t matter at all.  The only thing that mattered wasobedience.
“Moving on now,”Sister Crop continued, let’s have Position Eight, the Dog, andlet’s see it now!”  The subjects moved to hands andknees, with feet pulled up high, head down and eyes closed, like a poorlytrained puppy about to be swatted with a rolled up newspaper.
“Let’s finish upour Posture review so we can get on to the next bit of fun, shall we SisterCane?” 
“Why not?”Sister Cane replied.  “OK, almost back to the beginning with these lasttwo.  Position Nine, kneel and Present!”  They all sat back on theirheels, mimicking Position Two, only kneeling with thighs spread and handspresenting tits.
“And PositionTen, kneel at Attention!” replied Sister Crop.  It was similar to PositionOne, only on knees, with thighs spread wide and hips thrust forward, handsclasped behind the head.
As they heldthat form of attention, Sister Cane passed front of them, dipping corncobs inher jar of cunt pickles, and dropping one in front of each subject in the line.
Jan looked downand saw it, a dried corncob at least six or seven inches long, with a redstring tied around it about an inch from the thick end.  Sister Cane hadtossed it down then kicked it in the sand so that it was not only dipped in theburning brine, it had a gritty coat of sand on it.
“All right, hereare the butt plugs for tonight,” Sister Crop smiled, “and be sure that it goesin far enough to hide the red line.  Now everybody pick it up, stand andbend knees.”  They all obeyed, struggling to their feet on crampedlegs.  “Now plug those butt holes!” she ordered, “and make that red linedisappear!”  Jan almost bit her tongue as she reached back and worked theplug into her ass.  The burn from before was even worse as it felt likeher entire intestine was in flames, not mention the abrasion from the sand thatstuck to it.   She worked it into place, fighting the burn that madeher want to scream, and felt a sort length of the string that banded the buttplug hanging down a few inches from the end of it.
“Get them inthere, up to the red string line, then give me Position Three and hang thosetits,” Sister Crop commanded, stepping behind them to inspect each butt plug’splacement.  She heard a tinkling sound as Sister Cane came up behindher.  “Sister Cane is attaching a bell to each string’s end,” shesaid, “so that we can enjoy some music for a while.  Each bell has adifferent tone, so we can hear the harmonies you will give us.” 
Jan could feelthe bell dangling on the string as she heard the next command
“Now swing thosetits and shake those Asses and ring those bells!” Sister Crop shouted, “Keep ‘em moving,keep those bells ringing.”  The eight of them shook and moved, desperatelytrying to keep the noise coming from the bells as they wiggled asses and shooktits.  Jan’s moderately sized breasts were hurting from the swingingand shaking; she could only imagine what the ones with big tits felt like bynow.  About the time one subject would slack up, a crop or cane would gether moving faster than before.
Just as shethought the pressure from the butt plug was unbearable, Sister Cane orderedthem to halt, but remain in position.  “Time for a late nightdinner.  Now, bring hands out, reach down and dig a bowl in thesand.”  She paused for a moment then continued. “Yes, I said a ‘bowl,’ not ahole.  Dig it out there, double handful size, now!”
She swung the cane throughthe air for effect, as she paced along the line.  “Every bowl all dug outnice and round?  Good.  Now Position Five, faces down in thosebowls.”
“This is how youeat whatever we decide to feed you, and you will gobble it as fast as yourstupid mouths will move, won’t you?”  Sister Crop said. “Now, Sister Prod will be here with dinner in a few minutes, so in the meantimelet’s work up some more appetite, eh?  So, up inPosition Two, present those tits, and let me hear those bells chime.” Everyone obeyed, and Jan could feel her thighs tighten as she stood with kneesbent and swinging her hips to make the bell ring as the butt plug seemed topound into her with each move she made.
“Now, whileholding that position, you will run up the sand bank and continue to where yousee the pole with a blinking red light.  You will run around it and thenright back here where you will assume Position Four and wait for your dinnersto be served. Move, now!” 
Jan struggled upthe bank with her legs already shaking in spasms and for the first time got alook at the area.  It seemed to be about a hundred yards square with achain link fence around it and a tall pole for the floodlights at eachcorner.  The sandbox was near one corner and the short pole with the redlight looked to be almost in the opposite corner.  The entrance gate withthe shit trench was over to her left.  The far corner ahead of her lookedto have bars, benches and strange structures, but she put that out of her headas she moved along, practically in a duck walk with her knees bent deep torelieve some of the pressure.  The ground was packed and didn’t’ seem tobother her feet too much, but the pain from the butt plug got worse with eachstep.  Sister Cane and Sister Crop walked and jogged alongside the groupwith occasional strokes and verbal encouragement. 
Jan saw the postand circled around it, looking back at shat seemed a mile of ground to cover inthat stressed posture, but she kept moving.  Just few yards past the pole,Sister Crop moved to her and the others, slashing her crop on thighs and assesto herd them off at an angle, making the trip back to the sandbox evenfurther.  “Don’t just present those tits now,” she yelled, herdingthem along to a track covered with pebbles and gravel, “Display thosetits!  Pinch ‘em up high and wide!”
Jan realizedthat she was almost at head of the line, and the tall brunette with the longhair was the only one ahead of her.  She pinched her nipples and pulledthem up as she continued to duck walk along with the rocks of the gravelsurface now bringing on even more discomfort.  “Higher on those tits!”Crop yelled, flicking her wrist and sending a shot to the soft underside of Jan’s leftbreast.  “Higher!” was followed by a matching shot to the right one as Jansqueezed on her nipples and ran on, trying to catch the leader. She was coveredwith sweat now, and as she looked down at her torso she saw the mixture of sandand shit in streaks down her belly.  She saw the top of the sand bank andhurried there, catching up with the leader as she reached the top.  Janstarted down the bank as Sister Cane stuck out her implement, catching both ofthem below the knees and sending them skidding and rolling down with a fresh coatingof sand on their bodies gleaming with sweat.
They both got upand crawled to the line of depressions dug in the sand and immediately took upthe required Quad stance.  Wow, Jan thought, if my thighs and calves weren’t tensedenough fro that fun, now my hamstrings and glutes are really gonna feelthis.  The burn started behind her knees and was enough to make Jan forgetthe burn up her asshole.  She heard the others arriving, tripped or kickedinto the sand with the occasional stroke of a crop or cane whistling into a popor thud as it struck its mark.
The Trainer withthe cattle prod had appeared and began pouring something from a bucket intoeach of the bowls in the sand.  It was a thick grayish brown and Jan saw agenerous portion in her bowl and the ones to either side.  Sister Cropapproached, tapping the crop against her boot as she continued that annoyingpacing back and forth.
“This is aspecial welcome meal made just for you.  It’s our ownspecial blend of mashed beans and cheap canned dog food, along with some othersecret ingredients.  It also has a combination of castor oil and otherlaxatives that will make for a wonderful shitting performance in themorning.  But, before you eat, I will ask Sister Prod to season each bowlfor you.”
The one calledProd walked by each bowl, shaking generously from a big bottle of Tabascosauce, dripping it all over each serving, then before moving on she took ahandful of sand and sprinkled it all over the surface.
“Thank youSister,” Crop said, “that looks just scrumptious.  Now, when you hear mywhistle, you will all drop to Position Five and begin to eat. When I blow thewhistle again, every bowl had better be empty.”  The whistle blew and theyall dug into the terrible mixture in front of them.  Jan’s eyeswatered from the hot sauce and she could feel her sinuses burning but she keptgagging down the pasty stuff, ignoring the sand that caked on her lips and noseeven as she swallowed the sand coating the so-called food.  Jan realizedthat she hadn’t eaten since noon on the day before, that having beenpart of the instructions.  It wasn’t that she was so hungry, she knew bynow that she had to obey.
She struggled to get thelast bits of the mess, and by the time she got them into her mouth they weresticky little balls covered layers of sand.  The whistle blew a secondtime followed by commands from Sister Crop.
“Everybody stop, assumePosition Ten, kneeling at Attention.”  She walked down the line, tippingeach head back with the crop pushing up under the chin as she ordered “Mouthopen, make sure it’s empty, and hold it there.” Sister Prod followed,carrying a large pitcher and pouring something over each face and into eachmouth.  Jan gagged and sputtered as vile liquid hit her mouth.  Itsmelled and tased as awful as she thought it might. 
“Swallow itcreatures, swallow it,” Sister Cane stepped in.  “That’s to keepyou from being too de-hydrated overnight.  Sister Prod came back along theline and repeated her splashing over the face, up the nostrils and into the mouthof each subject.  “Not that it matters to you since you will drinkwhatever we order you to, but yes that is piss.  It’s whatevermix of piss we may have had mixed with some water, since we don’t want towaste pure piss on the likes of you, do we?  No, it’s much tooprecious a substance.  When we want you to drink pure piss, we will haveyou drink your own, won’t we?”
Jan foundherself mentally agreeing.  Yes Mistress, she thought, I will drink it,the same as I will drink the piss of any of the others here because that’s what I’ll be toldto do.
The floodlightson three of the corners went out, leaving tall shadows cast from the remainingones, especially the shadow cast by Sister Crop who now stood at the top of thesand bank.  “Bedtime now,” she said.  “Position Four, the Quad onceagain.  Assume it now.  Then, in single file you will follow SisterCane to the crib for sleep time.  Just follow the area that’s litup.”  Sister Cane jogged along the line, giving each ass a quick stroke asthe eight subjects started out to the far corner of the compound where thelights were still bright.  Jan discovered that if she moved her right footand right hand together and the same with her left, that it was less strain onher legs and hips.  It reminded her of seeing a camel walk in the samemanner.  She tried looking ahead but found that the blood flow to her headwas easier if she just kept her head facing down as she plodded behind theswaying hips of the big blonde woman.  They came near the corner of thecompound and here herded into a steel mesh enclosure that wasn’t more thancouple of feet high and looked to be about three feet deep or so.  Itreminded Jan of a dog cage, though it was several feet wide.  The sherealized that all eight of them were going to be stuffed into it.  Indeedthey were, as Sister Cane herded them in so they were packed tight, hips tohip.
“Hands and kneescrawl in there.  We set this crib to be just the right size for the lot ofyou so that you’ll be nice and warm with each other.  Not that itmatters, or that I really care, but it is now about 3:30 am.  You will beup and around by sunrise, which today I believe is about 5:30.  Enjoy yourrest.  There will be a fresh Sister for you to obey in the morning.”
Jan was wedgedtight between the fat blonde and the woman she noticed before, the one with thereally wide butt.  She couldn’t rise up or lie down.  In fact,she could barely move at all.  “No speaking.  We will hear so much asa whispered syllable, so don’t even think about it,” Sister Canelaughed, “you can’t think anyway, so don’t bother,” she said as she closed agate that pressed up against the welted butts and thighs in the smallenclosure, securing it with a latch.  “We thought about putting the canvasover the kennel for the night, but I’m sure you will enjoy the fresh airmore than the stink of yourselves confined under a hot tarp.  Goodnight.”  Sister Cane walked away as the lights went out, plunging the areainto total darkness.
Crouching on herknees and crushed in between the others, Jan wondered how she would ever getany sleep, but she felt the exhaustion sweeping over her and through everynerve.  She could also feel the rumble in her guts as the awful food tookits toll.  The smell of herself and the others came back to her ass shethought about how much better it was not to be stuck inside a sweltering canvastarp.  That was when she heard the low rumble of thunder in the distance.
 
To be continued
 
 
       
 
SUBMISSIVE WIVES ACADEMY OF TRAINING
Chapter Three – First Morning
 
The thunderclap came quickly after the flash of lightning,and Jan knew it had struck nearby.  Gad, she thought, here we are in ametal pen right beside a tall metal light pole. Perfect.  Crawling throughshit would have to be a better fate than a bolt of lightning up the ass, shealmost laughed to herself, since “lightning up the ass” was exactly what thecorncob buttplug soaked in hot sauce still felt like. 
       Sudden gusts blew a fierce windthrough the pen, sending chills along Jan’s aching back and thighs.  Another clap of thunder and blazingwhite lightning was followed by the rain, which seemed to break loose rightover the pen, coming down in cold torrents.  Jan shivered as she felt thebodies on either side of her reacting to frigid water dripping over them. Jan got her hands up in front of her face, cupping the rainwater, splashing itover her face and onto the clumps in her hair.  She tried drinking a bit,but then remembered how filthy and caked her hands were with mud, shit andsand.  She tried to raise her head, open-mouthed to catch some rain butthere wasn’t enough room inthe cage to get her head back.  She settled for cleaning off her hands byrunning them through her hair and then cupping them to catch what cleanrainwater she could.
       The storm stopped almost asquickly as it had started, followed by a low breeze that chilled them evenmore.  Somewhere down the line Jan heard sobs and whimpers.
Light flashed on in their eyes and an unseen loudspeakerbellowed: “You’ll all getsomething to cry about if I hear so much as another breath of it!”  Thelight remained on for a moment, and then blinked out, leaving them once againin total darkness.  Bodies shifted in the cramped quarters and Jan’s teeth were chattering.
 
       Jan must have gotten some sleepbecause she dreamed she was back home in bed with Dave. He nudged her from alight sleep and by reflex she scooted down between his legs and began suckinghis cock as she did any time he woke her.  She felt him yank her head ashe facefucked her, shoving his dick straight to the back of her throat andslapping her hands away from touching him.  ‘Hands on ankles, cunt,’ she heard him say.  ‘That just got you an extra five for breakfast.’  Jan was startled by theear-splitting shriek of a ref’s whistle followed by an almost familiar bellow.
       “Sunrise, lazy creatures,sunrise! Up and outta there, now!” followed by another blast from thewhistle.  The gate opened behind the eight women, still shivering in thedamp morning chill.  They eased out of the cramped pen as another whistlescreamed above their heads.  “UP!  Standing at attention in PositionOne1” came the command.
       Jan took the position in themiddle of the line and she recognized the familiar voice as the large woman whohad ‘greeted’ her at the warehouse.  Crap, Janthought, was that just last night?  It seemed like it could have been aweek ago. The woman flexed her broad shoulders and adjusted her sports bra top,shaking her massive breasts and revealing generous cleavage.  She woreblack calf-length spandex tights over the very round curves of her ass and awide silver belt cinched in the voluptuous curve of her waist.  She lookedto be wearing a fringed skirt of some kind with an uneven hem, and then Janrealized that it was not a skirt but a collection of various floggers clippedto her belt. 
       They were in several colors,lengths and textures some with wide black plaits and white stitching, some insofter buckskin in two different lengths, a mean looking mass of brown rope inbraids with a penis-shaped handle, and dangling over her crotch were twomatching cat-o-nine-tails, each of black nylon cord with knots along each taibhagwan short handles with wrist straps.
       “I am Sister Flogger,” she announced, “not that it matters to you less than shit things who don’t speak.  But these girls of minewill speak to you, won’tthey?” she grinned as she took a chocolate-brown flogger in each hand and gaveeach a playful swing circled behind the group.  “Position Four, now!” sheyelled as each of the eight snapped down into the Quad stance. 
       Jan heard the strands hit someof the others, along with muffled grunts, then she felt the stroke fall acrossthe fullness of her ass and exposed cunt, once, twice and three times beforemoving on.  She felt the corncob butt plug shift in her rectum andrealized that she had practically forgotten it was there.  Her anus felttotally numb, but her intestines were rumbling and then the cramps started. Damn, she thought, when will I get that thing out of me?
       “Shake those butts and ringthose bells,” Sister Flogger sang as she pranced along the line, laying herimplements on thighs and backs, crisscrossing them and alternating forehand andback.  Jan thought for moment that the shit in her bowels was going toback all the way out her throat with the cramps and the new burning sensationsthat movement must have caused.  “Let’s have a little more music before we remove the bells, eh?”
       Jan saw Sister Flogger’s black high top sneakers in front of herand the woman’s thighs wereon each side of her head with her hand on Jan’s back as she suddenly felt the butt plug jerked from herass.  “ NO shitting without permission!” she heard another voice as shejoined Sister Flogger.  It was the thin birdlike woman from the warehouse ‘reception’ team.  She moved behind the line, dragging a bundle of freshbirch branches along each ass as she did.   Flogger brought thecorncob to Jan’s face andbumped it against her lips, obviously demanding an open mouth.  As Janopened, the cob was jammed sideways between her jaws like a bit gag.  Thetaste of shit and hot peppers both rolled down her throat as she struggled tohold the vile gag.
       “Everyone hold that butt plugand remember no shitting until I say so!” the woman called out. “Now, all ofyou stand up in Position Two!”  Jan clenched her butt muscles, trying tohold her guts in as the cramps pushed at her.  Of course the posture ofbent and spread legs made it even worse, but what else should she expect? “Display those tits, pinched hard and pulled up high!” the woman screamed,swinging her birch bundle at each quivering belly as she passed in review.
“Now, form up a nice tight circle,” SisterFlogger said, pulling the first two women into a curving line as Sister Birchesherded the others to follow around into a circle, tightening it up so that thefingers pinching tits were brushing the shoulder blades in front of eachsubject.  “Now, hands on shoulders, and SQUAT!” came the command.
As they squatted, there were small squeals of pain mixedwith rumbling guts and stinky farts.  “Now, when I blow the whistle once,you will each place hands beneath the ass in front of you and commence toshit.  When I blow it twice, you will stop the shit flowimmediately.  Understood?”  Flogger took the whistle in her mouth,took a deep breath and then stopped abruptly.  Jan caught herself fromletting her aching sphincter go at just the last instant but she felt a warm dribblefrom the big brunette with the big tits in front of her as her ass letgo. 
Sister Birches pulled a wicked-looking thinrod from a sheath at her belt and ran over to give the woman a vicious undercut stroke on the hips, just missing Jan’s fingers curled under the ass. The whistle blew and each womanfinally let go as stinking piles of shit came rolling out  “Spill it, you’ll eat it for breakfast,” Sister Birchyelled over the chorus of gassy farts and clenched teeth gasping around thecorncob butt plugs.  The whistle blew twice as each struggled to stop theflow that brought the first relief any had felt in hours.
“Rub hands across the ass, up and down theback, and wipe them off in the hair,” Flogger commanded, as the circlecomplied.  “Clean them off good in that hair, and when the whistle blows,then back to shitting,” she continued.  “Hands clean?  Never mind,just SHIT!”  The whistle blew and Jan reached back under the round assjust as a runny mass of turds cascaded from the woman in front.  She felther own butt expelling what seemed like a bucketful.  There was pressurefrom the hand under her butt and the other hand smearing shit up all over herbody, then changing hands to keep the awful flow from dripping to theground.  Jan did the same, reaching up over and around the mounded asscheeks smearing shit over a surprisingly defined torso and even up to the titsthen grabbing back down when she felt the big butt flexing on her hand.
The whistle blew twice again and they were allpanting, trying to breathe, but all seemed somewhat relieved.  Each kepther hands cupped under the ass in front, rubbing it up over hips so as not tolose any.  “That’sright, hold that precious shit,” Sister Flogger smirked.  “Compared toyou, even the shit I command from your ass is more valuable than the wholebatch of you combined.  Now everybody up, Position Two, cradle that shitin the tits, and spread it so you don’t lose a precious bit of it.  Now!”
Jan groaned inwardly, choking back the urge tovomit, still holding the corncob in her mouth as she got to her feet, legsspread, knees bent and brought her cupped hands up to her breasts.  Shesmeared the double handful of stinking crap over them, onto her neck andarmpits, then lifted her tits in presentation, glancing down quickly, hopingnot too see any crap on the ground between her feet. 
“Time for a little PT, or physical training,”Sister Birch announced.  “But first, everybody turn to the left, step backone step, then down into Position Five, and clean up every tiny scrap of shityou see.”  Jan dropped to knees and elbows, scraping up the stuff in frontof her into a little pile, still holding the corncob in her mouth. “Remove the butt plugs and toss them into the center of the circle.” Jan couldn’t wait to get that thing out of hermouth.  But then Sister Birches continued.  “Now, you can worshipthose lovely little shit piles properly.  Touch your lips down and kissthat shit, rub those noses in it, and then smear the rest lovingly on thosebutt-ugly faces.”
As the group followed orders, Sister Birchesstepped over to one side, scribing a line with her evil little rod. “Up!Position Two! Clean those filthy hands in those scraggly cunt hair patches,”she snapped, “then let me see those cunt lips pulled wide open”
Sister Flogger joined in, “Now over here andline up on this mark” pointing to the line in the dirt. “Move it now!” They waddled to the line, each holding her lips wide open as they did.  AsJan passed Flogger, she knew she would be feeling a stroke right up the middleof her snatch.  She wasn’t surprised when it came but she was surprised that it was the“cat” with the knotted cords that struck her, stinging her knuckles along withher tender pussy lips.  Flogger had a broad grin on her face as she lookedat Jan and swung the cat against the wobbling ass of the older woman with theplatinum hair.
 
Physical training was tough, Army tough, asJan had heard it called.  There were the usual jumping jacks, deep kneebends, sit-ups and pushups, then more deep knee bends held into a “duck walk”across the compound to a graveled path.  “Line up again, and let me seeanother set of sit-ups,” Flogger commanded as they felt the sharp rocks of thegravel on their backs and asses.  After another 25 sit-ups, it was timefor pushups.  They were allowed to do them with knees on the ground andfeet pulled up, but they had to hold position on the lower end, with arms andshoulders straining.  Flogger liked to walk on those shoulder blades,forcing tits into the sharp gravel and then demanding they get back intoposition as she stomped over each back.
Then came time for the dreaded leglifts.  Each had to keep legs straight, knees locked, sometimes tighttogether, sometimes spread wide, but the worst was having to hold them inchesabove the ground and remain in that position as thighs quivered and ass musclesdug into the gravel, trying not to erupt into spasms.  Sweat dripped offtheir bodies in the growing heat of morning.  Well, at least some of theshit is coming off, Jan said to herself, trying to rub some of it away with thesweat that pooled between her thighs. 
“Thirsty I’ll bet?” Sister Flogger asked playfully.  “Well, let’s all get properly hydrated then, shallwe?  Everybody up, run to the trough by the gold flag, now!”  They struggledto stand then took off across the compound toward a flag waving in thedistance.  The rocks were sharp against their feet but not nearly aspainful as Sister Birches’fresh birches.  Jan was at the head of the pack as she came to the“trough,” which seemed to be a length of dented rain gutter that had fallen offa barn somewhere.  Sister Birches picked up a rusty bucket sitting at theend of the trough and poured from it.
The stench of stale piss wafted up as she yelled, “Down onall fours, and slurp that swill!”  The shape of the trough forced them tolap with their tongues, getting whatever liquid they could, as Birches cameback by, pouring more salty piss over their heads and splashing it into thetrough.
       “On your backs now, PositionSix, legs spread wide,” Flogger called.  Great, more leg spreading andholding, Jan thought.  The two women walked past them, drinking from sportbottles of spring water that dripped with condensation.  She stopped andleaned over Jan. “Like a drink of this?”  Flogger gave the bottle asqueeze and a jet of clean cool water shot out and puddled into Jan’s belly button.  “Ah, too bad,”Flogger moaned.  Then she straddled Jan’s body, holding the bottle in her crotch and squeezing it as shegrinned.   Jan opened her mouth and caught part of the water asFlogger waved the bottle, splashing water over her.  “Oh, you will love todrink my real pee when I give you the honor, won’t you?”  Jan tried to swallow the tiny bit of water she hadcaught with her lips.  Flogger tapped Jan’s chin with flogger’s handle.  “Uh-uh.  Open up,” she grinned again, taking abig pinch of gravel and sifting it into Jan’s mouth.  She tapped again.  “Swallow that.”
 
       The sun was brutal, even atthat hour of the morning, made worse by the three sets of Position drills theywere put through, moving from one Position to another called out in randomorder so that they would be on their backs in Seven, then up for Three or Four,then dropping to knees for Nine, and so on.  They were all drenched insweat and streaked with shit.  They would practically throw their bodiesfrom one posture to another with the impact of the gravel on knees, feet, backsand butts adding to the discomfort.  But even the rasping of the gravelwas better than the tails of the twin Cats that Sister Flogger loved to twirbhagwan swing.  Just then they heard the compound’s gate swing open, followed by the clop of horse hooves. Flogger saw who was entering and halted the exercise.
       “Stop, take Position Tenattention, and witness the honor of a visit from the Lady Margaret,” Floggerannounced.  From her position in the line of eight, Jan saw a very thinwoman wearing tan jodhpurs, a white shirt opened down the front and gleamingblack riding boots on a magnificent black horse that pranced into thecompound.  Two young and lovely collared slaves, matched enough to almostbe twins, walked to either side with leashes attached to the stirrupleathers.  Two more slaves followed the horse.  One was about Jan’s age and build with shorter auburn hairand carrying a yellow plastic bucket clipped to a ring on her collar.  Theother one was older and somewhat chunky with streaked blonde hair.  Shecarried a green canvas tote bag with the handles of it clipped to rings in hernipples.  The label ‘shitbag’ was written all over herbody, on her forehead, arms, chest, and across her hips.
       “Welcome, Lady Margaret, thisis an honor,” Flogger called out. “How often does our illustrious propertyowner get down to the compound?” 
       “So nice to see you, Sisters,”the Lady replied.  “I heard we had a group of eight this time, so Ithought I would take a morning ride.  Lovely morning it is, isn’t it slut?” She looked at the slave onher left.
       “Yes Mistress, it’s a wonderful morning,” the slavereplied.  Her smooth torso was glistening with sweat from runningalongside the horse and her hair was plastered to her neck.  Jan enviedher clean hair that shone in the sunlight.  The horse shook the bridle andshifted slightly.  Lady Margaret turned in the saddle to face the twoslaves behind.   
       Be alive pissbucket,” she said,“I believe Black Lashes is going to honor you.”
She turned back to the group as she gave the reins aslight tug.  The slave with the bucket crouched behind as the mare raisedher tail and a long arc of piss shot out.  The slave was catching it inthe bucket as some splashed back onto her face.  She adjusted herposition, trying to hold the bucket in the stream.  Lady Margaret lookedback again.  “Too much splash pissbucket, use the mouth and let it flowin!” she called.  The slave opened wide to catch the stream, which flowedover her filled lips and into the bucket.   As the stream slacked offand stopped, the piss slave bent to follow it, careful to avoid touching themare but catching every drop as the flow stopped. 
“Good pissbucket,” Lady Margaret said,unclipping the leashes and flicking her riding crop at the nipples of thestirrup slave on her right.  “You, hoof hobble, and don’t let her kick,” she swung the cropacross to the slave on the left, “and you clean. Get to it.”
       “Yes Mistress,” they said inunison as one went to her knees to hold the mare’s ankles and the other went behind and gently pushed up the mare’s tail as she licked her clean.
“Good slaves,” the Lady said.”   
“Thank you Mistress,” they replied, again inunison and taking up their positions beside the horse.  Lady Margaretsmiled as she looked over at Flogger and Birches.  “Have they hadbreakfast yet?”  She asked.
“No, not yet,” Birches replied. “We are onlyfeeding twice a day, so brunch will be a bit later today.  What did youhave in mind, Lady Margaret?”
A lovely little snack of course, and it shouldbe a special treat for new ones.”  She turned in the saddle.  “Shitbag, get up here.”  The slave with the green tote came up alongside. LadyMargaret peered into the bag.  “Yes, some really fresh ones.  Go overand give each mouth a treat.”  The slave started for the line ofwomen.  “Shit bag!” Lady Margaret called, “did I not hear something, or isyour mouth too full of shit?”
“Sorry, Mistress,” the slave stammered, “sorryMistress.  This shit bag thanks Mistress for her attention and begs herforgiveness.”
“Pathetic,” Margaret answered.  “Afterall the training we’ve givenyou. Now get over there!”  Lady Margaret accented her words with a quickslash over each nipple with her crop.
“Open wide,” Birches called to the line as theslave walked along and dropped a fresh green ‘horse apple’ intoeach mouth. “You are so stupid you probably think you will be ordered to eatthis lovely gift, don’tyou?  No, it is much too precious for that.  Lady Margaret, will youexplain, please?”
“Happily, Sister Birches,” Margaretreplied.  “The precious apple we have entrusted to each mouth will be heldthere and will remain intact while it rides across the compound to the red postand back here.  And I want them back here in the same condition they werein when distributed.”  She pulled two smaller crops from a sheath on hersaddle and handed them to the two stirrup slaves.  “Here, you two herdthem, and give them the proper encouragement.” 
“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress,” theyreplied, approaching the line.
“And both of you take a horse turd, too,” LadyMargaret called behind them, smiling broadly.  “And shit bag, you jointhem, and carry two in your mouth!”
“Thank you Mistress,” shit bag answered as shebrought two more out of the bag and put them in her mouth, then placed one ineach of the waiting mouths of the stirrup slaves.
“All right then, sluts, get them moving!” LadyMargaret called out as the two slaves swung the crops and the line startedjogging toward the post at the far side of the compound.  Jan tried not towince or gnash her teeth around the acrid taste of the horse turd in her mouth,even when the crop swung across her back as she jogged, moving toward the headof the line to avoid the two slaves.  Then she heard hoof beats as LadyMargaret cantered up alongside them, raising her crop.
 
To be continued.
 
 
 
 
SUBMISSIVE WIVES ACADEMY OF TRAINING
Chapter Four – “Tea Party” Time
 
The line of jogging and running women wasstrung out on the path toward the red pole, with the two blonde stirrup slavesand their slashing crops moving back and forth along the line, coming upalongside Jan, then one would double back to the end where the two fatter womenlagged behind.  That was when Jan heard the hooves and saw Lady Margaretcoming up, swinging her crop in long arcing upstrokes right up the asscrack.  Jan knew she couldn’t outrun the mare, but just as she felt the horse approaching her,she stepped to the side to avoid the worst of the stroke.  Lady Margaretdidn’t miss a beat as sheadjusted the horse’s strideand came up behind her with three nasty swings of that crop.  Jan almostlost her balance and for a moment thought she had bitten into the horse turd inher mouth.
       Lady Margaret cantered on aheadof them and pulled up just beyond the red post, grinning and tapping her cropagainst her thigh.  “Hands on heads as you run!” she yelled out, watchingas the eight women quickly obeyed.  “You, too shit bag,” she called. “And there’s plenty morepunishment for you later.”  Shit bag had been holding the handles of thetote as she ran along right in front of the two fatties at the back of theline.  Her large tits sagged down, weighted with bag and itscontents.  Her mouth gaped open and she struggled to breathe as shedropped back to the rear.  That’s when one of the blonde stirrup slaves turned on her heel andwhacked her across the tits, followed by two more on her ass as hurried tocatch up with the pace.
       Jan saw that Lady Margaret hadsheathed he crop alongside the saddle and now held a short braided quirt with ablack-knotted lash at its tip.  As each subject rounded the post, shereceived a quick “X” across the back or shoulder blades.  Even the twostirrup slaves weren’t sparedand as the group headed back the Lady spurred the mare into a trot and cameback along the line, staying with shitbag as she applied the quirt to her backsideand the sagging tits before flicking it along the hips of the others as theystraggled to the finish.
       Flogger and Birches wereapplauding in delight as the group returned and took positions along the line,hands still clasped atop their heads.  “Position Ten, attention,” Floggercalled to them, “and keep that line straight!” Jan kept her hands in positionas she went down to her knees, noting that some more crushed stone had beenscattered along the line where they knelt.  She held her mouth open,balancing the horse apple on her tongue and fearful that saliva would beturning it to mush.  Breathe, she thought, keep air around it, gad ittastes awful.  The slave called shitbag staggered up, her chest heaving asthe bag pulled her nipples down.  She bent over, trying to catch herbreath.
       “Stand up, shitbag,” LadyMargaret demanded, “ pickup the bag and show me a presentation tray.” 
       “Yes, Mistress, thank youMistress,” shitbag replied immediately, snapping to attention and fumbling intoa pocket on the side of the tote bag.  She brought out a plastic containerthat looked like an egg carton.
       “Let’s see, eight turdslimes, two slaves and two in shitbag’s mouth.  An even dozen, oh that’s perfect!” Lady Margaret laughed, joinedby the two Sisters.  “Shitbag, collect them, my sluts first.  Presentthem nicely, on the tongue.”
       Shit bag crossed to where thetwo stirrup slaves were already holding their tongues out with a horse turdbalanced on each.  She took them and placed them in the carton, thenturned to the line of eight.
       “Tongues out, and thosebeautiful apples had better be looking good,” Sister Birches called. Shitbag followed Sister Birches down the line, taking each one as it wasoffered.  Jan’s was inpretty good shape, the short older woman next to her had shiny coats of spitand saliva all over hers, but it was intact.  The big blonde was not sofortunate, since hers seemed to have been flattened by her tongue or teethsomewhere along the way.  The same went for the curvy one with the bigtits and broad butt.  She was coughing as the slimy mass stuck to hertongue.  Shitbag collected the turds and Lady Margaret then indicated thatshe could remove the pair from her own mouth.
       “Sluts, dismount and hold,”Lady Margaret snapped and the two slaves ran to her side.  One immediatelycrouched on all fours and the other knelt by the bridle with her mouthopen.  Lady Margaret stepped down onto the crouching slave’s back and slipped the reins into themouth of the other.  She walked to where shitbag stood at the end of theline.  Shitbag knelt and placed the tray on her head for the Lady toreview.  Lady Margaret poked at the turds with the handle of herquirt.  “Hmm, not too bad, I suppose, except for this one and this one,”she sneered; pointing to the two mangled ones.  “What do you say,Sisters?”
       “I saw them immediately,”Sister Birches answered.  “And I know where both have been.”  Shewalked to the two women in question as Sister Flogger approached them frombehind.  She walked to the big blonde and nodded her head, winking at herSister.  Sister Flogger took her cue and shoved the blonde down face firstwith a boot to the back, then quickly stepped over to the one with the big buttand did the same.  Each woman reached out instinctively to break her fall,but both managed to hold their arms over their faces as they were pushed intothe gravel.  Sister Birches topped them off with her boot on their necks,grinding noses into the dirt.  “So what do you have in mind, LadyMargaret?”
       “Well, we always punish the lotof them for any fuckups, and I had thought I might exercise my arm on someasses, but I believe I will save that for when this bunch get promoted to thebarnyard, if they ever do.  In the meantime, let’s be sure the noon meal gets an extra shot of oil, then take themto the bhagwaning pad and give them a thirty-minute sundial treatment.  You’ll know what happens next and these twohere can entertain the other six.”  Lady Margaret walked back to her horseand took the reins as the slave holding them held her stirrup.  Shestomped onto the back of the other slave who still held position as a step andclimbed into the saddle.  “Shitbag, pissbucket , in your positions.”
“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress,” theyanswered, scurrying to get behind the mare.   
“Sluts up.”  The two slaves stood atattention on each side of their Mistress.  She reached out and clipped aleash to each collar, looking at the film of dust on her riding boots. “Boots!” she snapped.  The two slaves started licking the dust off thebright shine of the boots.  When Lady Margaret seemed satisfied, sheturned to go.  “Sisters, would you like to join me and Mistress Evelyn fortea?  We will be testing some slutgrades for performance standards andpossible collaring.”
“A pleasure, Lady Margaret,” Floggerreplied.  “See you then.”
“Until afternoon tea, then,” the Lady replied,spurring her horse into a trot as she left the compound with herentourage.  A scullery slut arrived just then, carrying two buckets on theyoke strapped across her shoulders.
“Well, is it time to eat?” Sister Birchesasked.  “How time flies when you’re having such fun!  What have we today, slut?”
The scullery slut approached them and went toher knees, setting the buckets down on each side.  “Mistress, today it’s oatmeal, lemon and lime peels, shavingstubble and vitamins,” she said, pointing to one bucket,  “and mixed withcuntgrade bathwater and some two-day-old shitgrade piss.”  She smiled asshe pointed at the other bucket.
“Sounds yummy, slut.  Mix it up goodwhile I find my castor oil bottle to add.”
Sister Flogger swatted the ass of the nearestwoman in the line.  “Down, position five and dig me a bowl, all ofyou.  We will honor you with food, even though you barely deserve it.”
They waited as the slut came by ladling theslop into the depression each had dug.
The oatmeal looked to be uncooked, studded with the colorsof the ground up citrus peels.  The “shaving stubble” was truly awfullooking as it was obviously coarse pubic hairs mixed in with what looked likesoap scum from the shaving process.  And the smell from the liquid thatsoaked the entire mass almost made Jan gag even after everything she’d been through that far.
       “I know you’re hungry, so eat it or we’ll beat it, then you’ll eat it,” Sister Birchesannounced.  Each bent to the ground and began to eat.  Sister Floggerwalked behind them, encouraging ‘heartier eating’with her nasty little black Cat as they plowed through the so-called food. Jan was choking down the mess, wondering how she’d get the little scraps that she saw in the dirt in front of her,knowing that her face was smeared with it, too.  She worked her lips andtongue and tried to get every awful scrap.  Sister Birches stepped in tohelp.
       “Up, all of you, Position Nine,present those tits,” she ordered.  “Now, pair off, each of you, face eachother, and pinch up the partner’s nipples.”  They formed four pairs and each reach out to takethe other’s nipples betweenthumb and forefinger.  “Pinch ‘em harder, and pull ‘em wider,” she added.  Then Sister Flogger joined in.
       “Now, keep hold of those, leanin and lick the slop off the partner’s face, quickly, now!”  Jan was paired with the older woman,the one with small tits but large nipples.  They leaned in together, thewoman working her lips and tongue all over Jan’s face as she did the same.  Her fingers relaxed across Jan’s nipples as she licked.  Jan easedher own fingers a bit when a birch rod slammed down across her right breast andboth women pinched harder and kept up the licking.
“All right, faces should be clean.  Lineup again, Position Ten,” Flogger commanded. The scullery slut stood at the endof the line with the bucket of vile liquid.  The she came down the line,stopping at each woman and grabbing her by the hair, stuffing her face into thebucket.
       “Now, a little extra drink willhelp you wash down all that good food,” Flogger smirked.  “Get those facesdown and come back up with a nice big mouthful of water and hold it.  Youwill swallow it when I say.”
 
       After holding the liquid intheir open mouths for what seemed a really long time, they were told to swallowit all down, then herded back to the sandbox where they were given anothersession of Position Drills, sit ups and pushups.  The sweat had drippedaway the most of the shit caked on their bodies but now they were coated with afilm of sandy grit as their thighs and hamstrings strained through holding theQuad position for nearly five minutes.
       “Now, hold that position andfollow me,” Sister Birches said as she set off across the sand to an area nearthe compound’s gate. The midday sun was brutal and the castor oil added to the oatmeal was workingits way through everyone’sintestines as they lurched across the compound.  Jan saw the heat wavesshimmering off a disc of black asphalt with yellow circles and red linespainted on it. 
       “Keep moving,” Flogger herdedthem with her black stiff flogger.  “Give me a lineup in the center on thered line.”  The pavement was so hot Jan felt like she could barely touchit with her hands.  And her feet were in agony.  They formed a line,still holding the Quad position.  “Now, all of you, face down flat,”Flogger ordered.  Jan thought her thighs and boobs would fry in thesearing heat of the pavement beneath her.  At least we’re facing away from the sun, shethought. 
       “Up, Position Five, forearmsand forehead on the pavement,” Flogger called.  “And hold that for LadyMargaret’s sundialtreatment.”  Jan knew then why they were faced away from the sun. When they assumed the position five, each ass and pussy was directly in thepath of the blazing sun.  “Sundial treatment, she calls it, “ giggledSister Birches.  “Oh, and such a nice sunny day, too.”  Flogger camealong the line, flicking at assholes as she walked. 
       “And who said that this iswhere the sun don’t shine,”she chimed in, flicking the big blonde’s ass again, “Since there’s gonna be plenty of sun here today.  Now everyone hold thatposition, til we come back.”  The two Sisters ambled over to a shade treenear the fence where two chairs waited along with a cart that had somestrange-looking equipment on it.
 
       The sun seemed to bore a holeright through Jan in the half-hour she knelt there, with the oppressive heataround her about to cook all of them, or so it seemed.  The sunburn on topof welts and bruises, along with more she was sure to receive, seemed to be theworst thing yet.  For the first time she was grateful for the dirt andgrime caked on her body, thinking it might screen some of the sun’s rays.  Birches thought about that,too, and moved into action.  As they knelt, Sister Birch came up behindthem with one of those big super squirt guns.  She had pumped it up, andthen blasted each butt and cunt, washing them down with the spray that splashedoff them.
       “That will help the sun toshine right in,” Birches laughed.  “And it’s some of that piss mixture from your breakfast mixed with Pepsi,so there’s plenty of sugar init.  That’s so good foryou,” she grinned as she returned to her chair.  It wasn’t long before Jan heard the buzz of fliesand felt them crawling over her hips and into her slit.  I don’t know if I can hold this position, shethought.  The whine of a wasp or hornet zipped past her ears as shesecretly hoped it would bhagwan on somebody else’s butt.   I really don’t know how long I can take this.  Somehow, they all heldposition until the two Sisters came back, inspecting sunburned asses andswarming flies along with the other bugs crawling over them.
       “Everyone up, move back twopaces, turn and face me, then Position Seven on your backs, legs uphigh.”  That put them on a fresh warm patch of asphalt that scorched theirwelted backs as the sun continued to beat down on their cunts.  Birchespushed the cart over, and removed a series of funnels from a shelf.  Janknew what was coming next as Birches stuck a funnel in her ass and twisted inextra tight.  But she noticed that the two biggest women didn't get afunnel but each received a black inflatable butt plug that Flogger pumped up asBirches finished placing her funnels.
       Another scullery slut appearedwith two large glass pitchers filled with dark brown liquid.  She knelt andplaced then at Sister Birches’ feet and removed a cheesecloth bag from each pitcher, wringingeach out and squeezing it back into the container.  Birches smiled withsatisfaction.  “My own special recipe for shitslut tea,” she said,“yesterday’s coffee groundsand used tea leaves, two handfuls of dried dog turds and a tall glass of SuperHot Sauce, all steeped in the sun for several hours.  So let’s pour some tea, slut.”
       “Yes Mistress, thank youMistress,” the slut replied, getting to her feet and approaching the line offunnels.  She began to pour a generous amount into each one.  Whenshe reached the slim and pale-skinned redhead, Birches indicated that sheshould receive some extra ‘tea.’  Then Jan felt the heat of the brewthat had been steeping in the sun all morning as it coursed into her colon.
       “Make sure she gets some extra,too,” Flogger directed, pointing at Jan.  “And since our two specialguests don’t deserve a teaenema, just give them a good drink of it.
Open up and hold it there,” as she pointed at the twolarger women with plugged asses.
       
After holding the vile and burning brew for severalminutes, Jan and the others were severely cramped, but they held on. Sister Flogger was directing the two scullery sluts in laying out hemp ropes onthe asphalt pad.  She then ordered the two fatties to crawl to the areaand lie down on their right sides, facing each other.  With the Cat, sheslapped and swatted them to come together so that each had her face at theother’s crotch.  Grabbingeach by the hair and swinging a fat thigh out of the way, she positioned eachhead in a scissor lock of the partner’s legs, then directed the two sluts to bind the legs together,trapping the partner’s       face.  Next. Flogger took the two ropes that had beenstretch out on the pad and were now under the two bodies.  She tied a loopin one end of each, slipping the other end through and around the two torsos,knotting each off.  She then took the excess rope and after having the twosluts pulls the fatties’ armsaround each other’s legs, shewrapped the ends around the wrists and forearms.  She tossed a roll ofduct tape down to the sluts.
       “Tape the rope with four wrapson each wrist,” she said, “if anything comes loose, well, you know the drill,sluts.”  Flogger tapped her thigh with the Cat.  When they sluts hadfinished their task, the two were curled up together, tied tightly into aSixty-Nine.  Flogger tapped each on the head with the handle of theCat.  “Open up and bite a big mouthful of cunt hair,” she demanded, “andwhen I say ‘pull,’ I wanna see heads pulling back andreally yanking that hair,” she grinned, winking over at Birches.
       Meanwhile, Birches had removedthe funnels from asses.  “Hold it in until otherwise ordered,” shesaid.  “Now, hold those asses closed and get up!  Make a circlearound these two here,” she said indicating the two bound women. “Now, turnaround and squat over them.  On my whistle you will all SHIT!”
       Flogger stepped up to thecircle.  “And on my whistle, you will all stop the shit flow.” Birches blew her whistle and the six women clustered around the other two letgo with sincere relief, expelling jets of brown liquid and pasty masses thathad been roiling in their guts all morning.  The cramps combined with theburning sensation of all the nasty ingredients of the tea party enema made Janalmost keel over in pain, but she knew the consequences of that would be worsethan her present discomfort.  Then Flogger blew her whistle and the six struggledto contain themselves.
       “Turn around, smear it aroundreal good,” Flogger ordered,  “then turn them over so we can coat theother side.”  The six struggled to roll the bound pair over to their leftsides.  “Now circle up again, squat and wait for the whistle.”  Theycomplied, but Sister Birches seemed to be taking her time and enjoying thebuilding discomfort of the six as they hovered over the other two. Finally she blew the whistle and gasps and grunts accompanied the sounds of sixhuge enemas expelled onto the bound pair.
 
After they were allowed to expel the contents on thehapless pair, the six remained squatting over them while Flogger and Birchesdebated which one should have the pug released first.  They decided toflip a coin, with Flogger making the blonde’s choice.  She chose heads, and the coin came down tails.
       “Too bad for the blonde thing,”Flogger said with some mock dismay,  “she gets to start on thebottom.  Turn them, blonde down on her back,” she ordered.  The sixpositioned the two women so that the blonde’s face was directly under the ample ass of the brunette. Birches put on a rubber glove and deflated the butt plug, pulling it out with aplopping sound.  The stream of shit expbhagwand from the woman, covering theblonde’s face and puddlingall around her on the hot asphalt.  “HOLD them in position!” Floggerscreamed the six, “and move in CLOSER!”   As they complied, theycouldn’t help but get intothe mess themselves.  Jan knew it be even messier when they were orderedto flip the pair for the blonde’s turn on top.  And messier it was.
 
After having the six untie the two others, all were linedup to stand at attention in Position One.  At least only my feet areburning on this hot pavement, Jan thought.  But the sun was still brutallyhot as the two Sisters relaxed in the shade.  Their laughter and giggleswere interrupted by the arrival of a golf cart driven by the trainer from theirarrival night, Sister Cane.  She had two naked slaves attached behind her,in the brackets usually used for golf club bags.  There was an ominouslooking black canvas bag on the seat beside her and a tank of some sort mountedon the floorboard.
       “Welcome, dear Sister,” Birchescalled out to her as she pulled up to the shade trees.  “Have some icedtea?”
       “Love to, Sisters” she replied,as she climbed out of the cart and pointed to the two sluts in the back. “You cunts, get the buckets ready.”  She sat down with the other twoSisters as the two slaves unbuckled themselves and came around to the containeron the floor of the cart, each carrying a bucket. They opened the top of thetank, dipped the buckets in and began sloshing water across the asphalt thatwas spread with the stains from all eight enemas.  The three women ambledover to the edge of the pad.
       “You will clean up our littlepay area,” Birches said, an evil grin on her face.
“And these are just the tools to do it.”  She movedto the bag and pulled out a rough scrub brush about the size of Jan’s foot.  It had a metal pipe abouttwo feet long mounted on the wooden back with a crossbar on top, along with athreaded fitting.  Birches reached into the bag and pulled out a bristlebrush, like a huge bottlebrush and screwed it into the metal fitting. 
       “You slut, come here and showthem how to use this,” Sister Cane called to one of the slaves who had justthrown another bucket of water across the asphalt.  The slut came over,took the brush and carefully squatted over it, inserting the bristle brush upher cunt and settling her crotch onto the crossbar and holding it with one handin front and the other behind her. “Now scrub!” she ordered, as the slave beganto move the brush back and forth across the pavement, her knees in a deep squatand her feet spread wide to allow the swing of the brush.
       “Now, pull it out and you twoget them all fitted up,” Cane ordered.  “And which two get thespecials?”  Flogger pointed to the two large women.  “I’ll fit them myself,” she said.
       The slaves fitted each of thesix with the brushes and crossbars, jamming the bristles up into cunts as theydid.  Each vertical pipe also had a telescoping adjustment, Jandiscovered, so that the height could be set for maximum discomfort.  Shealso realized that the crossbar was studded with sharp little knobs so that anymotion along it would increase the pressure and pain.  Meanwhile, Floggerhad fitted the other two with the “special” brushes.  These had apenis-shape about seven inches long extending from the back of the brush with astrap to buckle around the head and hold it in place.
       “OK, let’s clean this place up!” Sister Caneyelled, swinging her stick in every direction as she walked down the line.
       
 
To be continued.
 
 
       
 
       
SUBMISSIVE WIVES ACADEMY OF TRAINING
Chapter Five – Collars and Leashes
 
       Jan and the other seven wereback in the cage or pen, or whatever they called it, “bedded down” for thenight, as Sister Cane had laughingly described it.  At least they weren’t butt-plugged with corncobs dipped inTabasco like the previous night, Jan thought with some relief.  But thepositioning for the night’s“bedding down” was already getting to her.  They had been herded into thepen by Sister Cane’sinsistent strokes, wedged tightly together like the previous night, but tonighta horizontal pipe had been added to the pen so that they were each bent over itand it was high enough that their knees could not touch the mud floor of thepen.  The result was that they were forced to place their entire weight ontheir bellies against the pipe, or to relieve some of the strain they wouldhave to get their feet under them and thus put strain on their legs.
       Their palms had been securedbehind them, locked to opposing wrists with three wraps of duct tape on each. With her calves starting to cramp, Jan relaxed her weight back down onto thepipe, feeling the pressure against intestines that she knew would soon bescreaming for relief.  Before being herded into the pen they had been fed“dinner” by sister Cane and her two sluts.  That had consisted of somesort of slop made from refried beans and canned dog food laced with lots ofgarlic and vinegar, not to mention some devious form of laxative, Jan was sureof that.  And this had been “served” by having four of the eight lie ontheir backs in Position Six with legs spread, knees pulled up beside theirheads and cunt cracks wide open.  The sluts had ladled out the “dinner”onto each crotch as the other four were made to eat, then they traded placeswith the first four.  Jan wasn’t sure whether it was better to eat from a depression in the dirtor from a filthy crack, but she knew she had no choice.  Obedience was theonly law here, and she and the others were obeying it.
       
       Jan shifted her weight onto thepipe, thinking back on the remainder of the day that she and the others hadjust been through.  Sister Cane had been merciless with the strokes asthey had struggled with the scrub brushes in cleaning shit from the asphaltpad, their legs in spasms from the strain of basically duck walking with thoseinfernal brushes stuck up their cunts.  Of course that wasn’t as bad as the two big women who had toscrub with the brushes in their mouths, crawling across the hot pavement,slammed with buckets of lukewarm water that the sluts would slosh over them asthey scrubbed away.
They would also get the other women’s brushes shoved into their faces whenSister Cane herded them this way or that.  Twice during the ordeal, one ofthe sluts pulled Jan aside, as they did most of the others, yanking the brushout of her pussy and either replacing it with a thicker or rougher bristledildo or re-adjusting the height of the knobby crossbar.  At one point,Jan was forced onto her toes as she swept the brush around with a 3” diameterbristle at least 8” long stuck into her pussy.  Sisters Flogger andBirches had joined in, swinging their implements onto bobbing asses andjiggling tits as they drove around on the golf cart so they wouldn’t get their boots dirty in the mess asthe group scrubbed away.  Later in the afternoon as the group had scrubbedthe pavement clean, Flogger and Birches took their leave to attend tea withLady Margaret and Mistress Evelyn.  Sister Cane and her two sluts had madesure the pavement was clean enough, having them go back over it severaltimes.  Then the scrub brushes were removed, but the women had to leavethe bristly dildos in place and were then expected to run two laps around theentire compound.  At least they were allowed a few minutes rest in theshade between the running and the “dinner service,” Jan thought.
 
       So here they were, already intheir pen for the night and it wasn’t quite dark.  Something must be up with this, Jan surmised,but she didn’t know justwhat.  As evening fell, she heard noises behind her and realized it wasSister Cane’s two slavesattaching Coleman lanterns to poles at the front corners of theenclosure.  The nasty chuckle of Sister Cane wasn’t far away as she ambled over, running her cane along the bars atthe top of the pen.
       “Wouldn’t want anyone to be afraid of the dark,would we?” she laughed.  “No, not that.  Nor would we want you to belonely, so let’s invite ourguests for the evening, shall we?”  She turned to the two slaves. “Spritz them up good, sluts, or I’ll have you joining them for the night.”  The two slavesproduced spray bottles and started spraying all eight of them over their backs,along their necks, through armpits and over tits, and especially up the creaseof ass and pussy. 
“Lovely, just lovely,” Cane said.  “Thisis my special bug spray for summer evenings.  Of course, it doesn’t kill them or keep them away.  Themixture of sugar and flowers will attract them for miles, and of course we willleave the lanterns here to make it easier for our guests to find a home for theevening.  Good night, now.”   The whine of mosquitoes and theirritating buzz of flies grew louder and closer as the sound of Sister Cane andher two slaves faded into the distance, laughing as they went.
It wasn’t the bites that bothered Jan so much, though she was sure shewould be a mass of itches by morning, but rather she could not stand thebuzzing around her face and in her ears; it just drove her crazy and she didn’t know how she could take this on top ofeverything else.  Just then she felt the pipe where her belly restedgetting hotter and hotter.  As she tried to figure than one out, a findspray of very hot, almost scalding water shot out from small holes she hadn’t noticed.  All eight of them triedto get up and away, scrabbling to get their feet under them.  Jan foundthat if she could get solidly onto her feet and arch her back up until it hitthe grid roof of the pen that she could avoid the scalding spray.  Shecould only hold that posture for a few minutes but fortunately the spraystopped after three or four minutes.  But then it came back at oddintervals; usually about the time she tried to doze off for a quick butuncomfortable nap.
The spray did seem to cut down on some of theinsect visitors, but the hot water on her welted and sunburned breasts andnipples was just as bad, maybe worse, she thought.  The bugs wouldcertainly return between bouts of the hot water spray, crawling in and out ofher folds, buzzing in and out of her ears as she squinted her eyes closed tokeep them out.  Then sometime after midnight, or so she guessed, the spraychanged to ice cold.  Only with the cold water, the spray lasted longer,making it even more difficult to arch up and avoid it for very long.  Herlegs were cramped and a charley horse had set in to each calf muscle as shedropped back down onto the pipe, the freezing water making her nipples hardenlike stone, trying to catch her breath.  At least I can get sort of washedoff, even if it will freeze me to death, Jan thought.  She rocked over andback on the pipe, trying to get the spray on her face and her legs along withjets that pummeled her nipples and trickled into her crack.  What shereally wanted to do was to rub the mass of pubic hair that was matted with dirtand shit.  Earlier when she was mounted on the scrub brush, she had triedwiping her pubes clean with some of the scrub water, but Sister Cane didn’t miss much and when she saw, she camedown on Jan’s knuckles withthat cane.
“Keep those hands on the bar and away fromthose filthy, filthy cunts!” she screamed as she had rapped Jan’s knuckles two more times, followed by acouple of vicious cuts on the ass.
 
Somehow, Jan managed to get some sleep and nodreams.  The lanterns must have burned out during the night and the bugsseemed to have abated somewhat as she glanced around in the greydawn.   She heard a humming sound, like some sort of motor, and thenthe pipe they were resting on slowly dropped on hydraulic cylinders.  Justas her knees touched the ground and she shifted her weight, the pipe startedback up again, with the coldwater spray waking all of them up.  The pipewent up until her feet left the ground completely and her back was jammedagainst the top of the cage-like pen.  It held them all suspended thereamid sounds of choking and gasping, then descended once more, leaving them ontheir knees and then shots of hot water sprayed from the pipe, soaking thefront of each torso in scalding water.  As suddenly as it began, the spraystopped and the pipe stayed in its lowered position.  Jan wiggled herbody, settling into the mud floor of the pen and tried to get a few moreminutes of sleep.
       The cold spray from the pipecoursed over them, stirring and waking them as the gates to the pen swung openand Sister Prod came along the line, giving each ass a quick pole with the tipof her HotShot.
       “Out of there and line up,Position One Attention,” she ordered, moving back along them one moretime.  Jan shook her body, trying to work out the kinks and cramps as shetook her place in line with other seven.  She knew she couldn’t assume the proper position with herarms still bound, but just then Sister Prod moved along with a slim knife andcut the tape bindings on each wrist.  “Arms up and in Position, now,unless you would like some more of this!” she called out, brandishing her prod.
The soft hum of a golf cart motor becamelouder and soon Sister Crop appeared with two slender Asian slaves belted intothe back of the cart.  Tiny silver bells hanging from their nipple ringstinkled as the cart pulled up near the line.  Sister Crop took her timedismounting as she selected two crops from the sheath beside her seat. She flexed each one, gave it a practice slap across the breasts of her twoslaves, and walked over to meet Sister Prod.
       “Good morning, Sister,” Cropsaid, smiling and giving each of the eight a quick once-over. It seemed asthough she was looking for unblemished skin that she might work on.
       “And a beautiful morning it is,dear Sister,” she replied.  “Perfect for our morning exercises, don’t you think?”
       “Absolutely.  Shall we getstarted?”
       “Should we water them first?”
       “Oh, that can wait until theyhave some real thirst, don’tyou think?” Sister Crop asked coyly.  That only reminded Jan of how dryher throat was, but whatever liquids the two sisters had in mind could probablywait for now.  She turned to the two slaves. “Cunts, over here and bringyour handiwork,” she ordered.  The two slaves unbuckled themselves andapproached the line, carrying a leather bag between them that they set beforeSister Crop.
       Sister Prod turned back to theline of eight.  “Position 3, hangers, hands behind backs,” shebarked.  The line immediately complied, bending at the waist, legs spreadand knees locked tight.  Jan glanced at her breasts and nipples that werea mass of insect bites welts and bruises, but amazingly the skin wasunbroken.  “Ok, let’slace them up,” Sister Prod announced.
       The two slaves pulled a seriesof braided pieces of rough sisal twine out of the bag each with a large metalring in the center.  They moved down the line, quickly and expertly tyingthe braided pieces around each neck and then braiding the loose ends of thetwine to close up the piece and to form a collar about an inch wide.  Asthey finished each collar, Sister Crop would come up and tug on the ring thathung at the base of the throat, making sure the collar was both snug andsecure.
       “Now, holding Position Three,display those asses!” Crop called out.  Each of the women reached back topull her ass cheeks wide apart.  Sister Prod just couldn’t resist giving a little extraencouragement to a couple of them as she gave them a quick touch with theHotShot.
       The slaves had dropped a coilof the braided sisal twine in front of each woman and Jan saw that it had aseries of knots every few inches along the first third of it.  It lookedto be about nine or ten feet long with a large metal ring on one end and a knotwith loose ends of twine at the other.  “Leash them up!” Sister Prodordered.  The two slaves threaded the loose end of the coil through thering in the collar, pulling it through and then tossing the end between eachwoman’s feet.  They thenwent behind them and drew the end through the crotch, up the back, andproceeded to braid the loose ends into the back of each collar.  When alleight been leashed up, Sister Prod yelled again.
       “Up, Position Two, presentthose tits!”  As they took the required posture, the two slaves camearound to the front once more and pulled down hard on the ring end of theleash, bringing it up tight into each crotch.  Jan lifted onto her toes asshe felt the knots along the leash biting into the folds of her pussy and alongher very sunburned ass.  The ring at the end of the leash hung downagainst her upper thighs.
       Sister Prod inspected theleashes, giving an occasional tug herself as she went down the line.  Shelooked at the two slaves. “Adjust a loop for nipple height and the ring forcrack fit,” she snapped.  The two deftly created a loop in each leash thatended up between the breasts, showing each woman how to put a hand in the loopand pull down on it to hold the leash tight against her crotch.  Then theyshortened up each end so that when the loop was jerked down tight the largering hung down just low enough to swing against the pussy as she moved.
       “This is the proper way tostand, walk or run with the collar and leash,” Sister Cane told them. “And when we call for left hand or right or both, that hand will pull down onthat leash for all it can, understood?  Of course it’s understood, or you will each wish youdid,” she answered for them.  “Now, let’s have a morning jog shall we?”
       “Oh, let’s set the pace for them, Sister,” Prodcalled out.
       “Excellent idea, SisterProd.  Why didn’t Ithink of that?  Cunts, take a spare leash and put them in coffle behind mycart.  And put that one in the lead,” she said, pointing at Jan.  Oneof the slaves led Jan to the golf cart as the other attached a spare leash tothe ring on Jan’s leash adthe other to a strap on the back of the cart.  Then the next woman, theshort redhead with the pale skin and pointy breasts was lined up behind herwith her leash end snapped to the back of Jan’s collar by means of a short chain the slaves pulled from thebag.  Then each of the others was lined up behind, with the two big womenbringing up the rear, where their broad butts would provide even better targetsthan usual.
       “Now, we will set the pace, andyou will keep it,” Sister Crop announced as she settled into the driver’s seat.  “Those leashes are to kepttaught and straight between each of you, and no hands will be need with thisexercise.  In fact, hands are to be held above the shoulders as we paceour little morning jog.  Do it now!”  Sister Prod climbed in besideCrop and she motioned for the two slaves to follow alongside the cart as theypulled away with the women struggling to get a pace going as the cart picked upspeed.
 
       Jan jogged behind the cart withthe knots of the leash biting between her labia and grinding against her clitas she struggled to keep the pace and keep the leash tight at the sametime.  They weren’trunning that fast, but Sister Crop made sure they followed a rough enough path,along gravel, up and down the sand bank, then along and around the stinkingshit trench which they could smell as came near it.   The combineddiscomfort of the overwhelming stench and the roiling in her guts made Janwince a little as they came past the trench where they had been made to crawlon their arrival night.  The cart came to an abrupt stop and Sister Prodstood up to face them.
       “Squat, pull the leash asideand shit!” she yelled.  “You have two minutes and then it’s back to exercise!”  Theygratefully complied, Jan hoping she could expel everything in that shortinterval.  At two minutes, Sister Crop motioned to the two Asian slaves.
       “Ring those bells, time to stopstand at attention!”  The two slaves stood with hands behind their backs,chests stuck out, shaking and shimmying to ring the silver bells in theirnipples.  The eight women struggled to the required stance and realizingthat assuming the position would place their feet squarely in a pile of theirown shit. 
       “Pull those leashes tight andlet’s go!” Sister Cropcrowed, starting off with the cart once more.
 
The cart picked up speed when they approached the circularasphalt pad from the previous day’s searing sundial treatment.  The Sisters cackled with the funof it all as they drove round and round the circle, picking up speed eachtime.  After about four or five turns around the circle the group wasrunning at full speed and ready to collapse.  Sister Crop slowed down abit then started them across the compound again, this time back to the farcorner near the cage pen where they had been confined for the past twonights.  Off to the side of the pen were various frames, posts and benchesand what seemed to be a huge version of a playground seesaw with its centersupport and a quite long beam with a crossbar at each end instead of the usualseats.
       The cart slowed to a stop asthe eight women and even the two slaves running alongside bent and wheezed,catching their breath.  Sister Crop motioned to the slaves to unhook thewomen from the coffle line.  “Line up, Position Two, present those tits!”she ordered, as the women were released and lined up.  After she wasunhooked Jan tried to ease the leash away from her crotch without it showingtoo much as she took the required position.  As they all stood with legsspread and bent and holding their breasts up by pinching the nipples, SisterProd came by to inspect them, pulling down extra hard on the leash of each one. The tug pulled the ring at Jan’s throat and the downward force jerked the knotted portion evenfurther up into the crease of her pussy and chafing along her clit. 
       Sister Crop followed in her owninspection with short flicking strokes of her crop on the exposed undersides ofthe sixteen tits displayed for her.  She stopped at the large blonde andmoved the woman’s hands uphigher and wider, pulling the breasts up as she did.  She leaned in on thewoman and hissed “Pinch them harder,” as she squeezed her own hands around theblonde’s fingers.  Theblonde shook with the tension in her fingers as she stood there pulling andpinching at her own breasts and Sister Crop gave each another four quick swatsalong the undersides before moving on to terrorize someone else.
       
       They had been given a shortrest break and one of the slaves produced two gallon bottles of water. The Sisters had them kneel and pull tight on their leashes with heads back andmouths open.  Then the slaves walked along splashing water over faces andinto mouths as the women swallowed and gulped to get as much as theycould.  God, it tastes like water, Jan thought, actual water.  Nopiss or other stuff in it, just water.  The slaves came along the lineagain and literally poured water into each mouth.  Jan sputtered and triedto swallow all of it because it tasted so good and clean for a change. After afew minutes, Sister Crop called them all to attention once again.  Shepointed to Jan with her crop and swept her arm over toward the seesawapparatus. 
       “You, on that side of theseesaw,” she directed, then turned to the tall slim brunette and directed herto the opposite side.   Next, she selected the large blonde to go toJan’s side and the bigbrunette with the curvy torso and big tits to the other.  Then she sentthe pale redhead to Jan’sside and the older woman with platinum hair and the small tits with hugenipples to the opposite.  That left two women standing at attention, thetall one with obviously fake boobs, broad waist and huge cunt lips and the sortof average-looking woman Jan had hardly noticed before.  She had saggingtits and a big wide butt above legs that looked too thin for her.  The onewith fake boobs was sent to Jan’s side and the other woman went to the far end of the seesaw.
       “Now line up on the seesaw, twoon each side of the crossbar,” Sister Crop called out.  “We are balancingweights here, so line them up sluts,” she directed.  The two slaves cameover and arranged Jan and the one with fake boobs to straddle the front side ofthe seesaw’s crossbar and thebig blonde and the small redhead on the backside of the beam.  Jan lookeddown at the crossbar between her legs, seeing that it was a T-shaped piece ofshiny metal, probably aluminum, with the T inverted to put a nice edge underher crotch when the time came.  After they had lined up the other fourwomen on the other end in a similar fashion, one of the slaves went to a boxmounted near the center.  She lifted a lid on the box and pushed aswitch.  The center support started to rise on hydraulic cylinders,bringing the crossbar into contact with the line of labia at each end of thebeam and Jan felt the first contact of the T bar pressing the knots of theleash up into her even as she went up onto her toes to relieve thepressure.  The movement stopped and Sister Crop strode over to face them.
       “We want to weigh the balancehere, and it looks like it’san even match, but we want to be sure.  You may hold the bar or each otherto maintain balance, but you may not use hands to push cunts off the bar. If you do, we will know.  Slut, bring it up.”
       The cylinders began risingagain, now putting the center support well above waist height on Jan’s side of the beam as their feet left theground.  She saw that one of the two slaves was holding down the oppositeend of the beam with the other four on it.  The beam rose another coupleof inches and stopped.  The slave that had operated the switch came to Jan’s side and pushed down hard on the beamas her partner slave released her own side sending the seesaw up into thecracks of the other four.  Jan felt the hard nipples of the woman withfake boobs slam against her back as the bar came down on their side.
After a few more hard slams to one side or the other,Sister Crop approached the seesaw.
       “Balance them out, sluts, allfeet and toes off the ground.”  The bells on the two slaves tinkledlightly as they steadied the beam, bringing it level with both ends off theground.  Jan struggled to hold on as the T bit even deeper into her foldsand setting her entire weight onto it.  They were held there completelybalanced as Sister Crop inspected them and casually flicked the tip of her cropat random tits or hips and the bar pushed even harder into each of them. Sweat covered them and the older woman with the platinum hair was shudderingwith spasms as Sister Prod nodded to one of the slaves to lower the beam. Jan’s entire torso was numbas her feet settled onto solid ground.  She was about to hyperventilateand her nipples shook as she evened out her breathing.
 
       Two more golf carts pulled upto join them, one driven by Sister Flogger with Sister Birches riding shotgunand the other with Sister Cane and her pinched face that looked as though shealways had something nasty-tasting in her mouth.   Sister Cane’s cart carried the same two slaves thathad attended her the previous day and there was one slave strapped to the backof Sister Flogger’scart.  She was tall and willowy with firm breasts and an allovertan.  Jan couldn’t seeher face, which was covered by a canvas hood, though a long braid of black hairwas draped over her shoulder and hung beside her
left breast.  There was a large thick rope coiled onthe bracket beside her.  Sister Cane stood up in her cart to greeteveryone.
       “Shall we start theentertainment, Sisters?” she asked.
       “Absolutely, dear Sister,” Cropreplied.  “And we can polo them all over to the venue, can’t we?”
       “Polo them, indeed,” SisterFlogger, answered with a laugh.  “What a delightful way of putting it!”
       “Yes, it is, isn’t it?”  Sister Crop smiled at herown cleverness.  “You will take your leashes and pull down hard on them,now!”  As the women complied, she continued.
“We will be returning to the trench where you entered ourcompound, and now that you are evenly matched as to weight, we will have awonderful tug of war to see which four of you move on to the next grade andwhich will have to perform some extra tasks before doing so.”
       “You will run to the trench,accompanied by my Sisters and me, as we imagine ourselves on a polo pitch witheight different target balls,” Flogger added with a grin.
       “And those leashes will bepulled tightly into cunts and cracks every step of the way,” Sister Bircheschimed in.  “So, let’sget going, shall we?”
       Sister Prod applied thecontacts of her HotShot to a couple of butts and the group turned and brokeinto a run across the compound to the shit trench.  Jan was near the frontof the pack and she swung wide to the left of the group as she ran.  Butthat was just too tempting to Sister Cane who came up beside her and bhagwanedthree hard blows as she zoomed by, then turned to face the group coming towardher and came back at them.  Meanwhile, Flogger and Birches swooped andcurved around, swinging hard and hooting and laughing all the way.  SisterProd drove the third cart, sticking her HotShot at whatever flesh she passed,including the two Asian slaves who were forced to run alongside.  SisterCrop stood in the back of the cart to give herself maximum reach and strokingpower.  She let out a loud ‘whoop’ each timeshe bhagwaned a stroke.  Cane and Prod almost collided head on as theyconverged on the tits and ass of the big blonde at just the same moment, but atthe last second, Prod pulled her cart away to the left allowing Cane to bhagwan asquare stroke across the top of the blonde’s tits just as Sister Crop leaned out and planted a hard uppercutswing onto the crease of her heavy thighs.
 
       Flogger and Birches herded Jan’s team to the far side of the trench asCrop and Prod sent the other team to the near side.  Sister Birchesdismounted and removed the hood from the slave on the back of their cart. She motioned for the slave to unbuckle herself and take the coil of rope to thetrench.  The woman was a beauty, possibly in her late 30’s, with the prominent nose and highcheekbones of a Native American.
       She carried the heavy rope tothe trench and set it down, then handed one end to Jan and motioned for her tomove back with it.  As Jam moved back the rope uncoiled and the slave tookthe other end and walked to the trench and down into it, handing off the end tothe older woman who happened to be standing closest to the trench and thenwaving for her to move back.
       “Stretch it out and take hold!”Flogger yelled out.  “Sluts, get in there and line ‘em up!”  The two Asian slaves andSister Cane’s matched pairran to assist in getting the two teams of four lined up on the rope.  Therewas a scrap of red ribbon at the center of the rope and the tall slave stood inthe trench holding it.  Flogger looked down at her standing there in thatawful mess.  “Tell us, what we allow you to be called,” shedemanded. 
       “Honored Mistresses, thisunworthy cunt is allowed to call itself  ‘slutturd’,” shereplied looking down to where the level of shit in the trench was above herknees.
       “And why are you here?” Flogger asked.
       “Honored Mistresses, thisslutturd is here for the honor of assisting in this entertainment, and thenbathing in the welcome trench.”
       “And why is bating in thisstinking ditch so special, cunt?”
       “Honored Mistresses, thisslutturd was graciously given the chance to bathe here instead of receivingextra punishment strokes with the heavy cane.”
       “And why were you sentenced toextra strokes?”
       “Honored Mistresses, thisunworthy cunt slutturd lost count in its morning flogging.”
       “Well then, let’s get to it, shall we?” Sister Birchespiped in.  “Hold the rope up and on your knees.”
       “Yes, Honored Mistress, thanyou Mistress,” she said as she knelt.  The level of the shit trench wasjust under her firm breasts with their dark brown nipples.
       “Oh no, let’s have it sit,” Flogger answered. “On your ass, feet up and spread and keep the rope up!”
       The woman moved around to sitin the trench with the level just under her chin.
Her arms struggled to hold the heavy rope above the messas her feet rested on each side of the trench.
       Flogger looked to each side nowholding the rope.  “On my signal you will begin.
The winning team must pull the other team across thetrench.”  She pointed to the two Asian slaves.  “You two take thiscunt’s ankles.  When Igive the signal she will drop the rope and lie back while you drag her throughthe trench for her special bath.”
       The two slaves took theirposition while both teams dug in on either side.  Jan was the third backwith the big blonde anchoring behind her. The blonde wrapped the end of therope around her waist.  Jan kicked at the dirt, digging out a betterfoothold.
       “Ready?” Flogger called. “Then three, two, one, go!”
       The rope snapped taut as bothteams pulled hard.  The slutturd’s head dropped under the surface as the two slaves ran the lengthof the trench dragging her by the ankles.
 
To be continued
       
SUBMISSIVE WIVES ACADEMY OF TRAINING
Chapter Six – Moving Up
 
       Jan’s feet slipped under her and she felt the team losing ground, butonly a foot or two.  They hauled back and Jan grunted loudly, trying tosignal the other three to stay in unison with backward lunges.  On thethird grunt, the big blonde at anchor and the small redhead seemed to catch onand they lunged back and picked up the ground they’d lost plus a couple more feet.  Jan tried to remember thisgame from college days when the sororities would do it.  It seemed that ifyou lunged and yanked back in unison and still kept the pull as hard aspossible that you could get momentum.  Once you got them on the move, itwas nearly impossible for the other team to reverse.  They had beenmatched for weight and relative size, but how were they matched for endurance,she wondered.  Could the slight redhead last longer than the older womanof about the same size?  And the two fatties as Jan though of them, howwould the blonde hold out against the brunette almost her size in the legs andass department?
       And Jan wondered about thelasting power of the tall slender brunette that they had paired againsther.  She was taller than Jan, probably eight or nine years younger andperhaps ten or so pounds lighter.  Would her youth and leverage outdo Jan’s muscle and determination?  Theygave a little ground, maybe only a foot or so, when Jan gave out a big gruntand they hauled back, extending legs straight out, then digging their feet inand hauling hard once again.  Jan saw the older woman’s feet slip sideways along with the thinlegs of the woman with the broad butt and saggy boobs.  Another grunt andyank and they were moving backward as the platinum-haired woman backpedaled herfeet to just shy of the trench bank and a near to screaming grunt came from thebig brunette anchoring the other side and they started to pull back.
       The slutturd had been drugthrough the trench with only her ankles and feet out of the soupy mess and shelay in the sand at the end of the trench.  Sister Flogger casuallymotioned the two slaves to roll her in the sandy grit even as she kept hereeyes on the contest.  Sister Crop didn’t seem to be happy with how the tug of war was going and she rushedto the side opposite Jan and started applying her crop for encouragement. That was when Jan saw Sister Prod approaching her side and before the womancould reach them, she let out a roaring grunt and they all pulled harder thanever. 
Whether is was the distraction of Sister Crophitting their bodies or the surprise of Jan’s animal roar, the others were startled just long enough for Jan’s team to grab the advantage.  The leadwoman’s feet slid over thebank and into the trench followed by the thin legs of the one behind her. The slim brunette and the large one anchoring couldn’t do much but follow at that point.  Sister Birches had handedsome of her nasty branches to the two other slaves and they herded the loserscompletely into the trench by swinging at butts and shoulders, forcing themdown onto their knees in the stink and allowing Birches to stand back.
Jan and her teammates stood there, bending andgasping for breath, with furtive smiles at each other.  As they stood upto see their opponents, Jan put an arm around the woman on either side and soonthey were in a smiling group hug.  Flogger approached their circle.
“There will not be any celebrations or prizes,but I will admit that it wasn’t too bad.  Not great, but then how could it be from such lowforms of life?”  She did give them an extra smile that seemed to be warmerthan her usual evil grin.  She unclipped the black plaited flogger withthe decorative white stitching from her belt. “So line up, Position Four, aQuad, so that I can deliver your prizes to you.”
They were lined up facing away from the trenchso that when they were in position they could see between their legs.  Asthey waited for Flogger to start her delivery they could see that Birches andCrop had the losing team in the trench bent in Position Three and displayingtheir asses.  The two pairs of slaves knelt on the edge of the trench eachholding the hair of a losing teammate.  Sister Birches walked along behindthem delivering a series of vicious cuts with her infamous switches.  Thenthey heard Crop call out “TEABAGS!”  The four slaves took the four losersby the hair and in rhythm pushed their heads under the surface and brought themback up.  They repeated it as Birches continued up and down the line.
Jan felt the quick four strokes across thebroad part of her ass cheeks followed by a really hard one along her upperspine and a fast upswing into her twat and belly.  Having been reallypunished and hit in some very cruel ways in the past few days, Jan strangelyfelt as though those strokes were a reward.
 
After a brief rest they were all lined up atthe edge of the trench with heads down and asses up in Position Five. That was so the Sisters didn’thave to look at the shit covered faces of the losers according to SisterCane.  But Sister Flogger seemed to be in charge as she stood oppositethem on the back of her golf cart.
“You have actually obeyed well,” she said inearnest tones.  “And you will all be allowed to move up to shitgrade.  But before then, there is one more task for all of you.
Our welcome trench, which you can all see before you atthis moment, needs to be cleaned periodically so that we can keep it fresh forour activities.  Flogger spoke without an ounce of irony as she describedthe clean-up procedure.  “You will be given yokes and buckets, on eachside of the yokes. The losing team will fill the buckets by scooping the shit.All eight of you will carry buckets to the field where they will be spread asfertilizer.”
       At that point a wagon camethrough the gate pulled by two large women in an ox yoke.  They seemed tobe in their late forties or early fifties with wrists strapped to the yoke sowere bent over and their large tits sagged down and swung as they plodded intothe compound.  Copper bells attached to their nipple rings rang loudlywith each swing of the pendulous breasts. But what was most striking about themwas that their bodies were almost completely covered with hair.  Itcovered them down their legs, across the broad backs along their arms.  Ittapered off along the tops of their breasts and across the cheeks of theirasses.  A petite woman in white blouse, black vest and riding breechesdrove the wagon, flicking a long bamboo whip to keep her team moving.  Thewoman had two or more paddles in holsters at her wide belt and there seemed tobe more of them in a slot beside her driver’s seat.  In the back of the wagon were stacks of white fivegallon buckets and wooden shoulder yokes with rings at each corner.
       “Welcome Sister Paddles,”Flogger called out.  “Just in time for the tasks to begin.” She motionedto the four slaves.  “Bring the cleaning supplies over.  You eight,up now, at Attention, Position ten.”  They all knelt, backs straight,heads back, with hands locked behind their necks.  The four winners wereat one end of the line and four buckets were placed behind each of them, alongwith four for the losers.  Then the slaves moved to the losing side withwhat looked like one-gallon paint buckets with wire handles and a snap hook,attaching them onto the collar ring of each of the losers.  That left thebuckets resting against the tits of the four women.”  Sister Paddlesstepped forward to speak with a surprisingly large voice for such a smallwoman.
       “You four will use thosebuckets to fill the larger ones,” she announced, “and they will remain on yourcollars as you do so.”  She grinned innocently at them as they absorbedthe idea of how they were to scoop and scrape shit from the trench with abucket attached to the neck.  Jan shifted a bit, relieved that it wasn’t her that would be scooping like that,but knowing it was still not going to be fun.
       “You other four will holdbuckets to be filled in the following manner,” she continued.  “You willkneel with heels under the ass and the bucket on the thighs.  You willcradle it lovingly between the tits with the chin resting on the rim of thebucket.  Since we recognize differences in sizes, each of your bucketswill be marked with a line.  You are to be sure that each of your fourbuckets is filled to that mark or above it.”
       “After the first four bucketsare filled, you will select four more buckets belonging to our scooping losersand be sure that they are filled as well,” Sister Cane chimed in.  “Wewill pair you off for the other buckets to keep the loads balanced, but youscooper losers will scoop into any bucket held before you until its holderrises to fetch another.”
       “When all buckets are full toour satisfaction you will be yoked up by my slave pair,” Sister Crop added,“and Sister Paddles and her hairy oxen will lead you to the field.
It should only take, oh, five or six trips to empty andclean the entire trench and spread that valuable fertilizer on our fields.”
       “And it will be done bynightfall,” Sister Flogger stated, with a tone that said it would be done inthat time.   Crop walked along the line of the losing four tappingher crop against the metal buckets.
       “Get on with it, now!” shebarked.  “And you four, get buckets over here.”
       Jan turned to see that eightbuckets had been set behind her and each had been marked with a line about twoinches below the rim.  The big blonde beside her saw that the mark for herbuckets was nearly at the top.  And the small redhead’s marks were almost a third of the waydown on her buckets.
       “Quickly, quickly,” Paddlescalled out, swinging her long bamboo whip at the four in the trench.  Thefour women bent low, scooping up bucketsful and turning to dump them into thewaiting white buckets.  “Faster you slugs!” Paddles yelled again andswinging her whip.  The speeding-up process caused shit to fly and spillover the edges and down the sides of buckets, all up and down arms and necks ofscoopers and to splash into faces as the other four held their chins on therims of buckets that were being filled.
 
       The buckets had been filled andJan knelt near the eight she had been assigned.  The four scoopers beganto clamber out of the trench before Sister Paddles halted them.
       “Uh-uh.  Be sure thatscoop bucket stays full whenever you leave the trench,” she said.  So theyeach had to squat low to fill the bucket that hung on the chest before theycould climb out and approach the array of buckets and yokes.  The woodyokes had depressions for the shoulders and a large notch for the neck. The buckets had rope handles with a hook at the center of each and they werehooked into rings on the ends of the yokes.  Sister Paddles had kept thetwo Asian slaves to assist her with yokes and buckets while the other slavesand the Sisters adjourned to more pleasant diversions.  Sister Flogger hadtake care to stand the one she called ‘slutturd’ in oneend of the trench and flog her from knees to neck front and back before thegroup left with slavetturd running along behind Flogger’s cart tied to it by a rope through hercrotch with a short leash attached.
They were all made to kneel while they werefitted, then Sister Paddles commanded them to stand.  The weight wasstaggering to Jan.  She had no idea how far away this field might be, butshe certainly hoped it wasn’ttoo far.  Sister Paddles motioned for them to line up and signaled to thetwo slaves to attach their leashes.  They were leashed back into thecoffle with each hooked to the collar of the next.  The slaves gave anextra tug on the leash to make sure it bit deeply into the crack and seated theknots across tender flesh.  Paddles came down the line and gave each butta hard smack with a wide leather paddle as she climbed into the wagon seat andswung the bamboo whip at her two ox-like slaves.  She tossed two slenderwooden paddles that looked like paint stirring sticks onto the ground as thewagon started out and the line walked behind.
“Keep those buckets moving,” she called out tothe two slaves and pointing out the implements.  “Don’t spare them a bit!”  The groupstarted out of the compound and down a narrow gravel path through a thicket ofwoods.
Jan plodded along the path through the treesand then up a short incline which flattened out into a broad field. Actually, it was several fields, since there were slaves working in variouspatches of vegetables, fruit orchards and in a far pasture she saw cattle gazingand slaves moving among them.  Directly ahead was a patch of dark earthwith four females pulling a plow as another walked alongside them with awhip.  Paddles drove her wagon up to the side of this field and climbeddown.  She took a bucket from the back of the wagon, walked up to her two ‘oxen’ and gently poured water into their open mouths and splashed alittle over their faces.
The two slaves were unclipping the leashes andleading the group, two at a time and spread them at various points along theedge of the field.  Paddles walked over to supervise.
“Set the yokes down, take your buckets andspread it all out nice and smooth in the area between you and the next shitbuckets,” she said.  Jan and the others followed orders, pouring a linefrom a bucket then moving over and pouring another line beside the first. They worked from one woman to the next, spreading out the wretched contents ofthe buckets along the edge of the plowed field.
 
They were on their fourth trip to field fromthe trench, which was now getting closer to empty.  The four scoopers hadto crawl along with faces almost in the dirt, scraping remnants into theirbuckets and bringing them to fill the larger buckets.  One more trip, Janthought.  She realized that once she’d started on the trips back and forth that she was in a zone ofsome sort.  Subspace, she thought, that’s what it is, subspace.  Then it dawned on her that a lot ofthe stuff they’d been goingthrough wasn’t just blinddumb pain or sadistic jollies for the Sisters, it was conditioning.  Wow,Jan thought, what a discovery.  She went back over her time in thecompound, trying to focus on just how long they had been there.  When shehad a hard time coming to grips with that idea her mind drifted to thoughts ofDave and the things they had done that brought them to apply to S.W.A.T.
She had often been a loving and willingpainslut to Dave, ever since they’d met almost ten years before.  They had played andexperimented with a huge array of bondage, ties, cuffs and collars, and Dave’s collection of crops and paddles wasextensive.  She was never sure she loved being spanked or cropped, but shecertainly missed not having it in those times when they didn’t for one reason or another.  Shedefinitely disliked electrical play but she adored candle wax on her nipplesand breasts, especially when mixed with Dave’s quick wrist on a crop across her thighs or pussy.
She snapped back to reality when one of theslaves hit her ass with a stick and she felt the leash jerk at herthroat.  Catch up with them Jan, and stay there, she told herself as shegot back on pace with the coffle.  Her daydream slipped away as theyclimbed up the incline to the field and walked along to what she thought of as“her place” where they poured out the shit to cure in the sun. 
“Come on now, dump those buckets and spread itout nice since this looks like the last full load,” Paddles called out tothem.  After they had emptied their buckets Paddles stood up in her wagonseat.  “Now that you have dumped it, get on your knees and spread itsmooth and even.”
Jan looked at the lines of shit laid next toeach other like stinking ribs of corduroy in the field. 
“I said smooth it out, spread it nice!”Paddles screamed at them.  The all dropped down on all fours and begansmoothing out the rows into flat stinking sheets in the soil of thefield.  “Faces down close and inspect the work,” Paddles added and shejumped down from the wagon, pulling a varnished wooden paddle with holes in itfrom her holster.  Jan had crawled to the far side of the lines of shit tokeep it between her and the Sister.  And she saw that a couple of othershad done the same.
“Everyone on this side, noses in it, spreadingit out!” she called.  Jan felt it squishing beneath her as she crawledback to the edge of the field with her nose dragging across the lines ofshit.  “Paddles tapped her head to turn her around and Jan found herselfcrouching down in Position Five with her ass right in front of the paddle.
              CRACK!
       The first smack of the paddleon Jan’s rump echoed acrossthe field, loud enough to make the slaves picking tomatoes and corn stop theirwork and look for the sound.  Four more followed, each as loud as thefirst before Paddles moved on to the next woman.  Jan’s arms flew back and forth, rubbing atlines and piles of shit to smooth them out while she still tried to catch herbreath from the extreme paddling she had just taken.  Later when Janthought about it she asked how such a small woman could swing so incredibly hard. She had taken hard swats from Dave’s two hundred pound body, but never anything like that. 
       “Now get back to spreading andsmoothing,” Paddles called out after she had finished smacking the line ofasses.  She crooked a finger for one of the slaves to approach her. “Squat and spread, slut” she ordered and as the slave complied Paddles rubbedeach edge of the wood paddle along the slave’s pussy, sawing it back and forth a few times on one edge then theother.  The slave thrust her crotch into the paddle as it strokedher.  Paddles inspected the wood and saw that both edges glistened withjuicy moisture.  She pressed it flat against the slave’s nipples.  “Polish it,” shesaid.  The slave took the paddle and began to rub her own juice from theedges onto her tits, then rubbed the flat of the paddle across them, flippingit and polishing it on both sides. 
The Sister pulled a leather paddle from theopposite holster. And pointed it at the other slave.  “Over here and giveme Position Three.”  The slave hurried to her side and assumed theposition. Paddles stepped behind her and gave her a dozen rapid and loud swatswith the heavy leather implement.  “Do you know why I gave you those,slut?”
“No, Honored Mistress, this stupid cunt doesnot know, but it thanks the Mistress for her attention to a lowly cunt slut.”
“I gave them because I wished to,” she said.
“This stupid cunt thanks the Mistress onceagain,” she replied.
Paddles acknowledged the reply with a hardupswing into the slut’s titsas they pointed straight down.  “How dare you not recognize me by theproper title?”  She repeated the blow.
       The slave flinched but heldposition.  “Honored Mistress, this stupid, stupid cunt begs forgivenessfor not using the proper title and humbly begs to be punished for itsstupidity.”
       “Very well,” Sister Paddlesanswered.  “Take that slag’s collar bucket and bring it here.”  The slave unclipped themetal bucket from the collar of the older woman with platinum hair and broughtit over to Paddles who looked down into it.  “Hmmm, half full should beenough.”  She stepped back and looked at the group of women still smearingshit across the dirt, smoothing it out.  “Lift the bucket, turn it overand wear it as a hat,” she demanded.
       The slave had no expression onher face as she did as told and the shit started dripping down her long hairand across her forehead and down her nose.  But the bucket had a sort ofseal against her head and the flow slacked off. 
       “Lift it up slightly,” SisterPaddles said, and when the slave pulled the bucket off her hair the rest camecascading out over her, covering her face and down onto her shoulders andacross her breasts.  “Set it back down and leave it on your head until Ireturn you to your kennel.”  She took the wire bale handle of the bucketand put into the slave’smouth, directing her to keep her hat on.  She looked at the shit spread todry in the sun and climbed into the wagon.  “All right, hook them up andback to the trench to finish up our task.”
       
       The final trip to the field hadbeen an easier one since there were only about twenty buckets left instead ofthe usual thirty-two, or so Jan had thought.  Sister Paddles had obviouslythought differently. Paddles told them to use all the buckets and to fill themevenly. After the scrapers had cleaned up the last of the trench leaving onlymud walls and bottom, they climbed out and each woman was told to kneel at herfour buckets.  Sister Paddles came down the line with the two slaves anddirected them to “shuffle some buckets.”  The two would take a half-fullbucket and dump its contents into another to nearly fill it, or they would pourparts of a full bucket into two or three others, emptying that one. Sister Paddles stood back and smiled.
“Now I said to even them up, so do it.” 
Jan picked up a full bucket and started to tipit into one of hers that was less than a quarter full. 
“No, no!” Paddles yelled.  “Buckets stayon the ground. Tits are on the rim.  Use hands to transfer from bucket tobucket.”
So there they were with tits on the rim asthey scooped double handfuls up onto their breasts and then shifted to anotherbucket to scrape shit off their tits and into it.
The slave wearing the bucket hat was given another metalbucket and told to scoop from the buckets.  After she filled it shepranced back and forth behind the line and when Paddles would call out “Hat!”she would dump it over the head of whichever one she was behind at the moment,repeating it until all eight of them were thoroughly coated from head totits.  And before they were yoked up for the final trip they were made tostand in a tight circle and smear shit all over each other from head to toe,with special attention paid to smearing it up into cunts and ass cracks as SisterPaddles had her slaves doing, just to be sure.
       The knots bit against Jan’s clit and right into the rosebud of herass with each step as she walked.  The buckets swung against her legs andscraped against the shit caked on her calves and knees.  But she wassomehow elated by knowing that she was moving on from three days -- or was itonly two? -- of the lowly treatment all eight of them had been through. Ahead of her she could see the jiggling ass of the large blonde and she felt asudden kinship to her and the others, but even somehow dreading how futuretraining would probably pit them against one another.
       They reached the field and onceagain dumped the buckets and then crawled across the masses of shit to smooththem out to Sister Paddles’ satisfaction. Then they were directed to place the yokes and empty buckets in the wagon andthen to line up and assume Position One, Attention.  While they stoodthere, Paddles removed the yoke from the two hairy women-oxen and with herpaddle herded them to the back of the wagon where they also assumed PositionOne.  The two slaves moved along the line and paired off the eight women,hooking short chains to their collars so they would walk shoulder toshoulder.  Then they arranged them according to size in front of thewagon.  Jan was paired with the tall and slender brunette and they weresecond behind the two smaller women, the pale redhead and the platinum-hairedolder woman.
       The two hairy oxen were fixedto the back of the wagon with chains from the collars running down their backs,through the crotch and attaching to the rear of the wagon box.  They wouldprovide brakes as necessary, Paddles had explained.  The four pairs ofchains were clipped to a heavy rope that ran between them to the front of thewagon.  It was obvious to Jan that they would be pulling the wagon back towherever they were headed, with the rope on the chain that paired them offhooked to the wagon.  Then the two slaves came along and ran the frontrings of their leashes back down through each crotch, pulling them tight andunder so that each woman had to bend over as the leash was wrapped around theheavy center rope and secured. 
       The two slaves whipped theminto movement as Sister Paddles lounged on the wagon seat.  Jan felt thetwo ox-women at the rear pulling back against the wagon as they rolled down theshort incline from the field.  The pull didn’t seem to be too difficult as they followed the path back towardthe compound until they passed the gate and saw a long sloping hill ahead ofthem.  The slaves put the bamboo whips to work as they started up the hilbhagwan Sister Paddles stood up and demanded that they go even faster.
At the top of the hill the bhagwan flattened,encircled by trees.  In the distance were barns, corrals andoutbuildings.  Sister Paddles was enjoying her ride and pointed out thebuildings up ahead.
       “Head them for the big barn,”she said.  “And soon they will see their new home for a while.”  Shechuckled and sat back.  Jan trudged along with sweat dripping and smearingthe coating of shit that covered her.  The leash knots bit harder againsther clit in the bent position, compounded by the leash having been doubled backand passed through her slit again.
       “Look alive as we come to the barnyardyou turd cunts.  You’removing up in our world!”  Sister Paddles seemed quite satisfied with hercomment.  The two slaves jogged alongside and flicked their whips untilthe team of eight was trotting into the barnyard with the two ox-women riding onthe tailboard of the wagon.
 
To be continued
SUBMISSIVE WIVES ACADEMY OF TRAINING
Chapter Seven – The Barnyard
 
       The barnyard was an expansivearea surrounded by various stables and sheds, dominated by the imposing size ofthe main barn.  The buildings were all painted a deep red with black trimand the pens and corrals were four-board fence all painted black as well. The eight women pulled the wagon up to the wide front doors of the big barnwhere Sister Paddles pulled them to a halt.  The two slaves attendingSister Paddles unhitched them from the rope and the chains that held them inpairs.  They were led by the leashes to a horizontal rail that looked likea hitching post from a cowboy film.  They were told to stand in PositionOne with their backs to the rail and the ends of the leashes were wrappedaround it.
       Then the rail began to rotateslowly, tightening the leashes as they passed under the crease of ass andpussy.   Jan felt the leash knots pulling up deeper into her as shewas slowly drawn back to the rail.  At contact of her ass with the railshe flinched and tried to pull away.  The rail had sharp prongs all overit, punching painfully into assflesh that was drawn back to it.  A highlaugh rolled over the yard as Jan saw dear Sister Flogger coming toward themfollowed by the smaller Sister Birches.
       “Feels good to your unworthyasses, doesn’t it?” she askedas she met the line of eight.  “That’s a special barbed wire wrapping on that rail.  And when cuntsare disobedient they get to ride the length of it.”  She snorted withlaughter as she walked along them casually swinging her flogger across theirtits.  “So you all made it to shit grade here at the barnyard, hmm? Well, let’s see what’s next shall we?”
       A group of women came down apath on the opposite side of the barnyard, each with a basket strapped on theback and a bucket clipped to the collar and carried so that the tits rested onthe edge.  Another team of four pulled a wagon loaded with hay as theycame from outlying fields.  Others pulled wagons or pushed wheelbarrowsloaded with vegetables and fruit.  Jan was amazed at the number of nakedwomen she saw in this place, each performing some sort of task.  Then shenoticed six big rough-looking women, two of them wearing burlap loincloths andcarrying short canes in one hand and large bags in the other.  The otherfour women carried yokes with double buckets.  All six of them had numberstattooed across their chests just under the tits.  They passed across theline without looking at the eight women tied to the rail and divided into twogroups, each supervised by one of the sluts in loincloths as they went tovarious pens with what appeared to be evening slops.
       “Ah the scullery sluts withfood for the prized hogs and cows,” Sister Flogger told them.  “And youlucky cuntturds get to eat it, too!” she smiled and continued.  “You werelooking at their numbers.  They are all convicts that we have arranged toserve their sentences here.  No need for their details, just that this isbetter than what they might have received elsewhere, and it’s certainly better than what theydeserve, isn’t it, slut?” Shecalled out to the last one in line that had passed.  The woman stopped andturned to face Sister Flogger with her head looking down.
       “Yes, Honored Mistress, thistreatment is certainly better than what this filthy cunt slut deserves.”
       “Of course it is,” Floggerreplied.  “Now get back to work.”
       “Yes, Honored Mistress, thisfilthy cunt slut thanks the Mistress for her attention.”  The womandisappeared around the corner of the barn as Flogger turned back to theline.  “You will find that we have quite a selection of sluts and cuntshere, not just submissive wives as our name suggests.  Our organizationwas started sometime ago, and we have branched out.  Some of us think weshould keep the initials and call it the Submissive Women’s Academy of Training.
       “But never mind that, you haveapplied as submissive wives, or at least as significant partners, and haveundergone serious review before we accepted you to our program.  Yourability to obey some of our more stringent humiliations in your first days hereallows you to move up to shit grade for the next phase of your training.
       “You will spend two to threedays in shit grade, perhaps more if you don’t perform to our level of expectations.  And re-visiting shitgrade is common here when cunts and sluts need some reminders of how importantdiscipline and obedience are to being a well-trained slave.”
       Sister Birches stepped in tocontinue.  “But before we get you situated with food and stables, we willhave you cleaned up.  Frankly, you all stink like shit!”  She laughedalong with the other sisters and a group of the scullery sluts who had gatheredoff to the side.  “Take them to the wash rack and scrub them down, thensend them to the hay shed for evaluation and assignment.  We will meetthem there.”  The three sisters left them in the care of the group ofscullery slaves, almost all of whom had convict numbers tattooed across thechest.
       They were unhooked from therail and led by their leashes to a pen beside the barn where each wasun-collared.  The collars were woven tightly around their necks so theywere cut with shears, then the women attending them made a great deal out ofpulling the knotted leashes through their cunt cracks as slowly and painfullyas they could.  They each stood between a pair of stout posts with cuffson chains hanging from them.  Their wrists were cuffed so that heir armswere spread wide and they were made to straddle over a grating.
       The women worked in pairs, onewith a high-powered hose and a soap pump, the other with a rough brush on ahandle.  They would spray and soap, then scrub each one until the fleshwas ruddy and scratched.  The water was alternately cold then scaldinghot, and Jan wondered if she would actually get some shampoo in the tangledmass of her shit-crusted hair.   The brush scrubbing through therough forest of her pussy hair was another reminder of the past few days as thebristles cut against the welts and bruises in her crotch.  Never mind, Janthought, at least I’m gettingclean again.  We all are, at least for a little while.
 
       After the scrubbing each wasfitted with a pillory collar.  This was a two-piece plank with a hole forthe neck to be locked into with wide leather cuffs at either end for thewrists.  A chain with a snap hook hung down under the center of thedevice.  The clip swung against Jan’s clit as she was pulled to her feet after being fitted into it.Jan walked at the head of the line of eight women with her hands held atshoulder level by the cuffs, her head rigidly locked into the plank and held upby a wood block under her chin.  The scullery sluts led them to a shedwith stacks of hay bales around it and a broad porch roof.  Inside was along table and the first thing she noticed was the smell of grilled meat, andwarm butter.  Real food!
       The several Sisters were seatedbehind the table, along with Lady Margaret the horsewoman and some other womenJan had not seen before.  They seemed to be enjoying the food and drinkingwine as the eight new shit grades were led up to the shed and their pillorycollars chained to a long beam at the corner of the porch.  Another slave,whom Jan recognized as the Native American who had been drug through the shittrench, knelt before them with her head to a bowl on the ground.  She hadnot been allowed to wash and the dried shit and mud was caked over her body.
       “So did you enjoy your bath,cunt?”  Sister Flogger asked her.
       “Yes Honored Mistresses, thisunworthy cunt is grateful for the bath,” she answered.
       “And will you lose count againon your morning flogging?”
       “Honored Mistress, this stupidunworthy cunt will never again lose count, and this shitturd slutclunt alsobegs for double floggings for a week as a punishing reminder.”
       “Excellent idea,” Lady Margaretchimed in from her comfortable seat at the center of the table.  “And thenyou will spend three days as my personal pissbucket, both for me and mymounts.” 
       “This stupid unworthy cunt of ashitturd thanks the Honored Mistress for her special attention.”  Theslave put her head back to the floor with her nose and mouth hovering over theempty bowl.
       “Take the bowl to the kennelsand beg the doggy sluts to fill it with dog vomit.
Then bring the bowl back to the punishment post in thecentral yard where you will eat and be chained for the night.”  SisterFlogger smiled as she sent the slave on her way.
       “Yes, Honored Mistress, thankyou Honored Mistress,” the slave said as she took the bowl and scurriedaway.   
       Sister Flogger turned to SisterBirches and giggled.  “You know they have some interesting tasks at thekennels that she will perform before she gets a full bowl of dog puke, don’t’ you?”
       “Indeed, Sister, indeed,”Birches replied.  “Lady Margaret, you are our hostess this evening. Would you care to address the new class of shit grades?”
       “Delighted, Sister,” LadyMargaret replied, rising to her feet and looking out over the eight womenchained at the porch.  “You may have wondered why, if this is an academyfor the training of submissive women, that there are no men about.  Well,not that it matters to shit grades, but there are men about, just nothere.  We have determined over many years of our practice that the surestway to complete obedience is obviously through complete humiliation.  Wepeel away the inhibitions like the layers of an onion, stripping you inside andout of everything in your existence except for the desire to serve andplease.  And who better to peel a submissive woman to her very core thananother woman?  So yes, you will learn to serve men, women, and anycreature we demand, and you will serve with enthusiasm, honesty, and evenjoy.  But for now, all that teaching is done by the women of ourSisterhood, and we are good at it, aren’t we?”
       She looked up and down the lineof them as they nodded silently.  “And our cameras have caught some of thebest moments of the past few days in your lives so that your Masters will soonhave some video entertainments to occupy them in your absence.
And if you continue to perform as expected you can hope tosee your Masters when we elevate you from slutgrade to slave meat.  Now, Ithink we should all finish our dinners.”  Lady Margaret smiled slyly andsat down, raising her wine glass to the group of eight.
       Sister Birches stood andclapped her hands.  The convict sluts unclipped them from the beam and ledthem in a line to the dirt floor in front of the table.
       “Position Five, now!” SisterBirches yelled out, and they complied with the wooden collars hitting theground in unison.   Birches clapped her hands again and two moresluts appeared with bowls of meat and broiled chicken, placing a bowl in frontof each woman. 
       Jan smelled the incrediblearoma of meat, and sauce and butter and garlic wafting from the bowl justinches away from her drooling mouth.  Then she saw that the bowls werevery deep.  Sister Birches nodded and the scullery sluts slid the bowlsunder the faces of the salivating women and then they shoved each head down tothe bowl.  The pillory collar prevented them from doing more than licking atthe food with struggling, starving tongues. There was simply no way that theycould get a mouthful of the food that filled their nostrils with itsrichness.  The Sisters clinked their glasses and giggled in amusement.
       Oh, eat bitches, just eat!” laughedSister Birches.  Jan was struggling to get the tiniest bite of thedelicious food but the best she could do was to lick at the sliced steak andchicken drumstick at the bottom of the bowl.  After a few minutes theSisters were tried of the struggle and Birches ordered them to stand up atAttention.  The aromas of the food hovered around them as they were forcedto stand and the sluts took slices of steak from the bowls and stuffed theminto the women’s cunts. Then they took a chicken drumstick from each bowl and slipped it into the assof each of the new shit grades.
       The Sisters shared a good laughat that, watching as the scullery sluts wiped the grease from their handsacross the noses and tits of the women.
       “Too bad they seem to have losttheir appetites,” Sister Flogger said.  “Or later tonight they can try toeat each other out!”
       “Or, perhaps they will findbreakfast at the hog trough to be more appealing,” Birches answered with agrin.  She then turned to the women.  “We will call each of you inturn for review and assessment.   You will step forward and kneelbefore the table of our Sisterhood.  Who do we have first, Sister Cane?”
       Sister Cane reached into a jarand mixed some slips of paper around.  “We will draw by random,” she said,still stirring then brought out a slip of paper.  “First appears to beMarianne, subslut wife of Jim, 33 years old, weight 150 pounds.”
       The tall black-haired womanwith the fake tits, broad hips and huge flapping cunt lips was released andshoved toward the center in front of the table.  She dropped to her kneeswith head down, nose touching the ground.  Sister Birches read from aclipboard.
       “Shit turd once calledMarianne, you triumphed in the tug of war with your team, but you always stayedat the middle of the pack in our training exercises.  You will do a fullthree days of shitgrade, one with the hogs, one with cows, one of ourchoice.  You will now thank us as you have heard others do.”
“This unworthy shit turd thanks the HonoredMistresses for their kind attention,” the woman replied.
“Not bad,” Sister Birches answered.  “Youwill each be allowed that phrase and that phrase only until furthernotice.  Now sister, who is next?”
“Second, is Laurie of the big tits, 170 pounds,47 years old, a twice-divorced subslut now in training for the collar of MasterGerald.”
The dark haired woman with the curvy torso andmassive tits took her place on her knees before the table.
“Loser in tug of war, made to be part of theshit seat pair for slowness, you will serve four full days of shitgrade, twowith cows, one with hogs, one of our choice, plus three days of beast treatmentafter.  Now you may speak,” Birches said.
“This unworthy shit turd thanks the HonoredMistresses for their kind attention,” the woman answered quietly.
Sister Cane reached into the jar and pulledout another scrap.  “Bonnie Big Butt,” she announced.  “Not tooattractive, not too ugly.  Big butt is right, 165 pounds, 42 years, thelezzie sub of Kris.”
“Loser in the tug of war and slow in shitspreading at the fields.  Obedient, but not impressively so.  Fourfull days, one with hogs, one with cows, two of our choice, plus two days ofbeast treatment.  Speak.”
“This unworthy shit turd thanks the HonoredMistresses for their kind attention,” the woman replied.
“Next is Jan, slaveslut of hubby Dave, 35years old, 132 pounds, firm tits.”
Jan took her place on her knees with head downas Birches read from her notes.
“Winner in tug of war, leader at manyexercises, good performance.  But we are wary of true commitment to totalobedience.  Three days of shit grade one with hogs, two with cows, withone of those days as beast treatment.”
“This unworthy shit turd thanks the HonoredMistresses for their kind attention,” Jan said quietly.  Those were thefirst words she had spoken in days.
“Next is Annie, that blubber blonde with thehuge thighs and double belly crease.  185 pounds, 41 years old, sub wifeof Hank.  On your knees, fat turd.”
Annie knelt beside Jan, breathing hard infear.
“Thanks to your team, you won in tug ofwar.  But made to be part of the shit seat pair for slowness, you willserve four full days of shitgrade, two with cows, one with hogs, one of ourchoice, plus three days of beast treatment after, just like your shit seatpartner.”  Birches gave her a swift kick in the ample ass.  “Speak.”
“This unworthy shit turd thanks the HonoredMistresses for their kind attention,” the blonde replied.
“Maureen the young redhead,” Sister Canecalled.  “120 pounds, small tight tits, 24 years old, slave to herboyfriend Lenny.”
The small redhead stepped forward and droppedto her knees.  Her long hair fell over her face, revealing a tattoo at thenape of her neck reading ‘Propertyof Master Lenny’. 
Birches checked her notes.  “Winner withteam in tug of war, exceedingly obedient, its slave training shows.  Twodays in shit grade, one with cows, one of our choice, excused from beasttreatment.”
“This unworthy shit turd thanks the HonoredMistresses for their kind attention,” the redhead smiled.
Sister Flogger glowered down at thegirl.  “ A smug little smile?  I don’t recall any Sister giving permission to smile.  Add anotherday with the cows, with that one and another spent in beast prep.”
Sister Birches jotted in her notes. “Agreed Sister, agreed.”
Jan began to wonder about this “beasttreatment” thing, but she figured it had something to do with the yoked womencovered in hair.  Sister Cane pulled one of the last two slips from thejar.
“Julie, a tall brunette 5’10”, 130 pounds, lovely protruding clit,28 years old,
bisexual subwife of Richard, likes to switch with women.”
       Her long dark hair flowedaround her shoulders as she knelt with face to the ground.
       “Generally goodperformance in obedience, except losing the tug of war.  But we sense thatobedience is not as deep as it should be. Therefore, three full days of shitgrade one with hogs, two with cows, plus one more day as beast treatment,”Birches read out.
“This unworthy shit turd thanks the Honored Mistressesfor their kind attention,” she answered meekly. 
“Last one is Dina, 58 years old, tight firmbody, small tits with wonderfully huge nipples, 125 pounds,” Sister Caneannounced.  “Hmmm, subslut of her sister Liz and Liz’s husband George.  Forward, granny.”
The older woman joined the kneeling line, herplatinum hair shining under the  spotlights on the porch.
“Very obedient, obviously trained, a loser attug of war, but very game to our demands.  Two full days of shit grade,one with cows, one of our choice, beast treatment for one day.  Speak,granny,”  Birches ordered.
“This unworthy shit turd thanks the HonoredMistresses for their kind attention,” she replied in a voice that wasremarkably low for her small size.
Lady Margaret rose to address them onceagain.  “You now have your assigned days and duties of the shit gradesthat you are.  Any lapse will result in additional service, not to mentionsome other unpleasantries.  And of course, you want to know about what wecall the beast treatment.   Very well, we will give you a bit of apreview.”  Lady Margaret came around the front of the table, tapping hercrop on her thigh as she walked.
“As you all know, each of our Sisters mustsubmit to servitude here for two to three days at least every six months. Thisis to reinforce the knowledge of true obedience and humility that must beimparted to our trainees.  Usually, this servitude involves being placedamong the cunt, slut or slave grades here.  But sometimes a Sister needssome better reminder that additional cruelty for her own pleasure is notnecessarily a desired trait here at S.W.A.T.  Accordingly, we have decidedthat the upcoming servitude for a certain Sister will include three days, twoat cunt and one at slut grade, with all three served in beast treatment.” She turned back to the group seated at the table.  “Sister Cane, you willjoin me here in front.”
Sister Cane rose and removed the belt holdingher canes and then walked around the table to join Lady Margaret in front.
“Sister Cane, we noticed that extra strokeswere given to these new shit grades under your watch, many of them seeming tobe merely for your pleasure.   Before I pronounce your full sentence,you will strip completely.  You have thirty seconds from now.  Shitgrades may kneel up at attention and observe.”
Sister Cane spluttered the beginnings of aprotest, but she knew better, and then began pulling the buttons open on herblouse.  She wore a purple skirt that fell to her knees to meet her blacklow-heeled boots.  The skirt dropped away to reveal nothing underneath itas she reached back to release the heavy straps of the bra that held her heavybreasts.  She tossed the bra aside, pulled the purple scarf from herauburn hair and hurriedly worked at the zipper on her left boot.  When shebent her leg to reach the zipper Jan could see the wide cleft or her shavedpussy with broad flapping labia.  She removed the boot and reached for itsmate as Lady Margaret checked her watch.
Five seconds,” she said.  “ Three, two,one, Attention Position One.” 
Cane had tossed the boot on top of her otherclothes just as time was up.  She took the required posture, shiveringslightly and trying to catch her breath.
“Cane, you are hereby given thefollowing.  Your regular time of servitude will be extra harsh this time,set at three days.  This is due to the excessive number of strokesdelivered to these turds, unworthy as they may be.  Further, you willserve all three days in hairy beast treatment with two as cunt, one as slutgrade.  And you will spend tonight in the stable with these eight new shitgrades and share their morning slops.  Bring out the prep cart!”
Two slaves appeared pushing a cart with astool sitting on top of it.  One of them was short and fat, in her lateforties.  The other was taller and skinny, appearing to be in hermid-thirties.  The both wore short smocks of a gauzy material that hidnothing.  Bits of hair clung to the weave of the fabric, giving theimpression of a scraggly fur coat.  Their hands and forearms were cakedwith hair.  They laid out a canvas tarp and the fat one set the stooldown, eying the length of Cane’s crotch.  She spun the seat up to adjust it, then took adried corncob and fitted it into a hole in the stool’s seat.  Both women took Cane by the arms and brought her overto settle her cunt onto the corncob.
“Your name is taken from you, and we will callyou sister caca for the next three days,” Lady Margaret said, reaching intoCane’s hair and examining theroots.  “Hmm, more than a bit of grey in there isn’t it?  Make sure you blend plenty ofstreaks of grey and white in with the auburn, sluts.”
“Yes, Mistress,” the fat one replied. 
Lady Margaret stepped back and moved away asshe spoke.  “You have heard of sending horses to the glue factory. Yes, that happens, and the glue that is made from the hoofs and bones isexcellent for our purposes here.  Of course, here instead of water, we mixit with horse piss that’sbeen aged in the sun for two or three days to give it a special fragrance, thenwe brush it on all over.”
The tall woman took a large glass jar andwalked along the line of shit grades with the opening just under theirnoses.  The smell was obvious from several feet away.  Then the twowomen dipped large rough brushes into the jar and began slathering it all overcaca’s body including theface.  The fat one opened various drawers in the cart and brought outseveral bins filled with varying shades of hair and both women began tosprinkle short lengths of hair all up and down caca’s body. They moved quickly but the fat one was obviously moreexpert at shaping the pattern of hair and blending plenty of grey in with thedarker colors of brown to auburn.
They left the breasts nearly bare butconcentrated a thick thatch between them and flowing down over the belly thenforming a heavy triangle as they applied more hairs in longer lengths aroundthe crotch and upper thighs.  The tall attendant took a wooden spoon andheld one cunt lip back while she applied extra glue inside and then took locksof grey and brown hair, rolling them together to mix them and sticking themtight.  They continued down the legs, each working on one, then trading ata certain point so that both legs would match in varying tones of grayinghair.  The calves were treated to an extra heavy coating and then theymoved up to the arms and back.  The fat one quickly created a pattern,heavy over the shoulders and down the spine, lighter at the ribcage, thengrowing heavier as it dropped to the thick waist and hips.  The finale wasthe butt crack.  They pulled her off the stool and bent her double,covering the entire crotch with a massive amount of grey, brown, black andwhite hairs, followed by another generous application of the glue to make itstick even better.  They turned her to show the line of kneeling shitgrade women then turned her back to display her to the Sisters at the table.
Sister Flogger looked at caca carefully andspoke for the group.  “Excellent job sluts, now do her face.”
“Yes, Mistress,” both attendants answered. The tall one took a smaller brush and swept the glue in arcs under the eyes andaround the mouth, leaving the nose bare.  The fat one expertly sprinkled,pinched and dribbled short lengths of hair in darker tones, then spritzed froma spray bottle and laid greyer hairs over it for further humiliation of  amore aged look.  After that, the fat stylist sprayed more glue onto caca’s hair and squeezed it into ropeylocks.  Then she took long coarse strands of white and grey horsehair andattached them to caca’snatural hair, given her face a truly scraggly look.
Lady Margaret had rejoined the group behindthe table.  “Behold our newest hairy beast,” she smiled.  “And eachof you will undergo this beauty treatment as we assign it.  The itch andscratch is something to look forward to, not to mention that lovely aroma thathangs over our hairy beasts, eh caca?”
“Yes, Honored Sister,” the one now called cacaanswered. 
Lady Margaret glared at her.  “You willaddress us as ‘Mistress’ for the next three days, understood?”
“Yes, Honored Mistress,” caca answered meekly.
“And further, you will address all slut andslave grades as ‘Mistress,’ too.  That should provide anadditional lesson,” Lady Margaret added.  She picked up a spoon and strucka small bell in front of her.  At once, several sluts arrived with leadropes for the eight shit grades and a pillory collar for sister caca.  Thetwo hair attendants packed up their equipment and rolled the cart away.
“Slop them at the trough then take them topigsty number five,” Lady Margaret ordered.   “Make sure they arechained in the wallow and not under the shed, except for caca.  We wouldn’t want her new coat to get too wettonight in case it rains.”
       They were ordered to their feetas the chains on their collars were hooked into a coffle line. 
       “Goodnight shit turds, sleeptight,” Lady Margaret called as they were marched single file off to the hogpens.
 
 
To be continued
 
 
 
       
       
SUBMISSIVE WIVES ACADEMY OF TRAINING
Chapter Eight  – Hog Wild
The line was marched around the big barn and in betweentwo rows of low sheds with roofs that sloped down to about waist height. They were halted at long bench and table arrangement that was set between thesheds.  It seemed that each of the eight shit grades had a handler besidethem, with one of them acting as the leader.  She was a large woman, tallwith heavy arms and tits, with her convict number tattoo just as the othershad.
       “All right shits, bend over thebench, asses in the air,” she called out to the group.
The line obeyed the command and Jan felt the chickendrumstick being pulled from her ass and the next thing she knew it was wavingin front of her face.  “Suck it clean, don’t eat a scrap, just suck them all clean,” came the command. After sucking the drumsticks clean, Jan saw the handlers greedily eat them,stripping them down to bare bone and then roughly poking them back up each asshole, giving each an extra twist or shove as they did.  The handlers alllaughed at that as they teased and worked at pulling the steak portions fromeach pussy.  The steaks were savored by each of the handlers, rubbing themup and down the sluts’ faces,under their noses where they could smell the juicy meat and their own juicesbefore the handlers jerked them away and chomped them up.
       Jan’s handler was a fat woman with stringy grey hair pulled back andvery bad teeth.  But her teeth were good enough to savor the steak and ripoff small chunks that she would hold out to Jan, tempting her to try to grab abit.  The woman had the convict tattoo but Jan noticed that she was one ofseveral who didn’t have aloincloth, exposing a long thatch of graying hair covering her cunt.  Thewoman finally gave Jan a tiny bite, then held the rest in her hand, leaningover to whisper in Jan’s ear,her foul breath almost too much to bear. 
       “We’ll save the rest for our piggy friends,” she said in a raspy tone,then smiled.”
       “Dinner’s over, let’s get them to their own piggy dinner, shall we?” the leaderasked.  The women were pulled to their feet and marched down to the end ofthe shed row.  They could smell the pig sty long before they saw it asthey were marched to the fence and told to kneel in front of a trough that satpartway out of the fence with the other half behind the pig sty fence. The group of women convicts they had seen with the yokes and buckets of slopwere standing at the side under the floodlight, eyeing the group.  At theleader’s order they came overwith their buckets and began to dump them, filling the trough on both sides ofthe wire divider.
       ‘We like to say the wire is keep you shits from eating too much ofthe pigs’ slop,” the leaderlaughed.  “Really, it’sto keep the hogs from biting off a nose or an ear or two.”
At that, a whistle blew and a gate opened as a huge bunchof squealing grunting hogs rushed into the sty and across to the trough andbegan sucking and swilling at the foul stuff in the trough.  “Just to besure your get your fill we will remove the pillory collars,” the woman said asthe handlers began unfastening the boards that held their necks in place, butleaving the cuffs on their wrists still attached to one half of the collar.
       The noise and smell of the hogswashed over the group of new shit grade sluts as they looked down at the messin the trough.  To Jan it didn’t look much worse than other stuff they had been forced to eat inthe past few days, but it was magnified by the sight, smell and sound of thehogs as they ate.  The level of the slop in the trough was going down asthe hogs ate away and the remainder leveled out through the wire divider.
       The handlers stepped to thetrough and dangled the morsels of steak in front of the eight famished women,then one by one tossed the meat into the trough for the hogs, who went wildwith squealing as they fought each other for those bits.
       “In case you wondered aboutpigs eating meat, they will eat anything won’t they, number 4012?”  the leader in the loincloth indicatedan older woman limping along and herding the pigs with a long switch.
“Come here, and tell us about what the pigswill eat.”  The woman hobbled over to the group.  She was nakedexcept for a heavy iron collar and a wood and leather brace on her badleg.  “Tell them about your foot, 4012.”
       The woman sighed and looked ather feet.  “I tried to escape and got caught,” she said almost chokingwith emotion.  “And they put the toes of my left foot through some holesin a board and covered them with molasses.  Then they put the board againstthe fence with my toes in the pen and let a big boar loose on them.”
       “And he ate them in less than aminute, didn’t he?”
“Yes, Ma’am, he did.” The woman practically sobbed.
       “And what is your punishmentsince then?”  the leader asked.
       “I am sentenced to 15 years ofherding the swine and tending them, naked and in a heavy collar,” the womansaid.  “That was five years ago.”
 
       “You four, get ready fordessert,” the leader yelled at the four women with the buckets.  “Theystepped over the kneeling line of shit grades and sat on the edge of thetrough, holding their jaws open as another convict came along with a largespoon and dumped a syrupy liquid into each waiting mouth.  “That is aspecial blend of emetic that is guaranteed to make them all vomit within thirtyseconds,” the leader laughed, “so that they can rid of that special dinner ofdog food, bean paste with garlic, and oatmeal with pepper sauce and hot Chinesemustard.”
       Sure enough the four womenturned and vomited copious amounts of he foulest stuff into the trough and ontothe slop that was intended for their meal.  Wonderful, Jan said toherself, and they’ll make useat every bite, too.  As the four women stepped away the leaderspoke.  “Get your heads down into that and eat, now!”
       The eight women knew betterthan to resist or even hesitate, so they got down into the trough, trying notto gag at the stench of the hogs, the vomit and the slop.  But they alsohadn’t been fed all day andthey were hungry after the exertion of the running, the tug of war and haulingshit buckets for hours.  Has that all been just today, Jan found herselfasking as she tried to avoid the vomit that now covered everything in thetrough.
 
       Dinner was over, they had beenre-collared with the pillory boards, and they were herded to an open pen with asingle light at the corner.  The gate opened and they were herded into thepen.  Mud squished between their toes, and then came up above their anklesas they entered.   The level of mud and hog shit was at mid-calf inthe corner of the pen where they were halted and told to form a circle, thensit.  So here they sat, in mud and shit up to their tits as thunderrumbled.  Jan caught a glimpse of the hairy beast now know as caca beingherded into a nearby shed.  The convict cunt herding her was using a lightcane on caca’s ass and legsto keep her moving.       
“Sleep tight, shits,” one of the women laughed as theywalked off.  The light went out and they were in total darkness.  ThenJan heard the gate swing open, followed by strange sounds.  Soon sherealized that they had turned pigs loose in the pen with them.  Theyrushed in, and over to the group that huddled in the mud wallow, grunting andsnorting, snuffling their snouts up and down backs and arms, running back andforth with those horrid squeals.  Jan felt a wet snout along her rightbreast and she tried to turn away.  They seemed to be younger smaller pigsand probably not a real menace, but the sound of what seemed to be a dozen ormore of them running all around them in the darkness was terrifying.
 
       As the sun rose, the leaderwith her 52387 tattoo across her belly roused them up.  She was followedby four more of the convict cunts, as Jan had come to call them.  They allhad light canes that they used to tap on the wood of the pillory collars beforeswishing down across nipples and tits.  Jan struggled to her feet alongwith the seven others.  She was stiff from the cold of the muck in thewallow and flexed her legs.  Her wrists were numb from being held in oneposition all night.  The leader looked around at the group of mud-coveredsluts and nodded to her four assistants who roughly bent each one over andjerked the chicken bone out of each ass where it had been all night.
If your gonna shit, do it now, you have twominutes,” the leader said.  Jan had felt the release of the drumstick upher ass and realized it had been there for hours.  Her intestines suddenlysurged and she squatted along with the others as the convict cunts laughed andpointed. The time was up and the cunts grabbed the lead chains on the collarsand walked them out of the wallow, using their canes on butts and thighs withevery step. Jan followed along with the others to an adjoining shed where theywere ordered to kneel, and the collars and wrist cuffs were removed.  Offto the side she saw a circle of seven stools, each with a large dildo mountedon the seat.
“You remember playing musical chairs when youwere kids?” the leader asked.
“You know, when the music stops everybody grabs a chair,but we’re always one short.
Well, that’s what we’ll dohere this morning, to see who doesn’t eat breakfast.”  Jan almost shrugged, thinking that if shecould avoid more food like last night, that would be fine, hungry or not. “But it’s real food thismorning,” the leader continued, as if reading Jan’s thoughts.
       The music came from a speakeras the woman walked around and around the circle of stools.  When themusic stopped, they each lunged for a stool, spreading pussy lips and settlingonto the seven- inch dildo mounted on each one.  But the curvy brunettewith the big tits, the one known as Laurie in another world, lost out. They pushed her into the center of the circle and the four convict cunts dancedaround her, taking turns as they struck her from every side with the lightcanes they carried.
       “Looks like it won’t hurt her to miss a meal or two, “ theleader said to her team.  “The rest of you, I want to see you fuckyourselves on those stools.  Raise up, hold, then sit down hard!” Shecommanded.  “Higher up on those raises,” she called again, “now SIT! Hands on your heads, and don’tdare to touch those cunt lips.”
And so it went for two more rounds of musicaldildo, as the leader laughingly called it.  At the second round, Dina theolder woman lost.  She was bent over the kneeling figure of Laurie in thecenter of he circle as the four convict cunts laid into her with theirswitches.  That was followed by Bonnie Big Butt, who was laid over the twowomen cowering in the center and he four convict counts lashed and caned allthree of them as the remaining five had to keep humping, pumping and jumping upand down on the wooden dildos on the stools.  Finally, the leader allowedthem to stop and ordered them to line up behind the stools as the pillorycollars were removed.  The three losers were brought over to face the five“winners” and made to kneel down in Position Five with faces in the dirt, stillwearing their pillory collars. The other five were told to kneel in PositionNine, while holding their tits up by the nipples.
       The leader blew a whistle and ascullery slut came out of the shed with a platter heaped with steamingscrambled eggs and aromatic sausages.  Jan’s stomach growled with hunger and she salivated at the mere sightof the platter.  The leader nodded and the slut began to spoon eggs andsausage onto the ground in front of each of the women pinching their own tits.
       “Before you eat, we need toseason the food, don’twe?”  the leader asked, walking down the line and casually kicking dirtover the food in front of each.  “Noses down, Position Five, wait for mycommand to eat,” she said as the five complied.  Jan tried to controlherself as he nose was barely inches form the pile of eggs and sausage, eventhough it was covered in a thin film of dist and grit, it was actual food.
       “Rub your noses in it first,”the leader taunted them, “no tongues or teeth!”  She paced back and forthin front of them, still kicking some dirt over the food and the faces of thesluts who knelt there.  Finally, she sneered. “Eat! In ten seconds we letthe hogs in!”
       The women all dug into eatingthe food, dirt and all, as fast as they could, even as Jan heard the gate swingopen and a dozen squealing half-grown pigs came scrabbling toward the food theymanaged to gobble as the hogs came up to the line of shit grades, justbeginning their first day of life among the hogs.
       
       
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
       “In case you wondered aboutpigs eating meat, they will eat anything won’t they, number 4012?”  Sister Flogger indicated an older womanlimping along and herding the
pigs with a long switch.  “Come here, and tell usabout what the pigs will eat.”  The woman hobbled over to the group. She was naked except for a heavy iron collar and a wood and leather brace onher bad leg.  “Tell them about your foot, 4012.”
       The woman sighed and looked ather feet.  “I tried to escape and got caught,” she said almost chokingwith emotion.  “And they put the toes of my left foot through some holesin a board and covered them with molasses.  Then they put the boardagainst the fence with my toes in the pen and let a big boar loose on them.”
       “And he ate them in less than aminute, didn’t he?” Flogger chimed in.
       
 
SUBMISSIVE WIVES ACADEMY OF TRAINING
Chapter Nine  – Burdens and Beasts
 
       Jan shook her head, trying toclear the sweat that dripped into her eyes.  She stood with her neck bentover in the heavy wooden yoke as she leaned into it with her shoulders. Next to her she could feel Julie, the one she most closely matched up with,straining at the yoke in equal measure.  They were pulling a tree trunkacross a broad meadow from the forested high ground where they had been sentthat morning.  The yoke was heavy with leather pads over the shoulders anda stout steel ring hanging below the throat of each “shitbeast” as they werecalled.  A coarse rope was tied to the ring, running down between the titsand through the crotch.  A special addition assured that the rope wouldrub and chafe the slit as much as possible.  That was done by a twistedtwine that attached to the top of the yoke, running down the backbone, andsecured to the pull rope to snug it up tight against the cunt and ass.
       The end of each beast’s rope was tied to a chain wrapped aroundthe log they were dragging back to the barnyard.  Jan couldn’t really see where they were going sincea blinder bonnet was fitted around her head and down the cheekbones to cut offall but front vision.  And vision was restricted even more by a leatherstrap from the center of the bonnet to the yoke rope that pulled the head downand hunched the shoulders for more pulling power.  Jan’s hands were rendered useless by herwrists being strapped into leather cuffs at the bottom of the yoke, but shefound herself pushing at the yoke with her arms to help them along.  Aconvict cunt walked behind them using a long willow switch on their raw assesto keep them moving as they dragged the heavy log with branches still attached.
 
       Three days had passed since Janand the others had been brought to the barnyard.  She had endured the dayin the pigsty, trying to avoid the hogs and their rooting and squealing even asshe and the others struggled to scrape and load the pig shit that they wereassigned to remove.  They had been ordered to clean the shit from thelarge pigsty  and load it into two-wheeled carts for transport to thefields as fertilizer.  Of course their cleaning implements consisted of tincans to scoop with and a crude bib of burlap tied around the neck and hungbetween the tits.  They were expected to kneel in the shit while holdingthe burlap open and scraping up the foul hog shit one soup can at atime.   When one of the convict cunts supervising the pigsty feltthat a shitslave’s bib wassufficiently full, she was allowed to carry it to the cart and dump it. Of course, when compared with a lowly shitslave, hog shit is a precioussubstance.  So each one was expected to carry her bundle of shit withwrists on top of her head so that the nose and lips would have full contactwith the mass of shit that she carried.
       Once the first cart was filled,sister caca was brought out wearing a leather collar and harness and hitched tothe cart.  The coarse multi-colored hair that coated her body was alreadymatted with sweat as they harnessed her up and a skinny convict cunt used acrop on her ass and thighs as she strained to pull the cart away and up thepath to the fields beyond.
 
       The next day Jan and some ofthe others had been moved to the cow corrals, though Laurie and Annie, the twofattest ones, had been sent to the dairy barn where they were used as milk-cowtoilets, as their tormentors, the convict cunts liked to call them.  Theywere given five gallon buckets and told the catch shit from cows in the milkingbarn.  When a cow raised her tail one of them was expected to approachbehind the cow, being careful not to get kicked, and kneel with tits hangingover the bucket rim to catch the runny almost liquid shit that dairy cattleseemed to be excreting often while in the barn.  Jan and the others hadbeen marched through the barn on their way to the corrals where they had spentyet another day in scraping and loading shit, then hauling it to a large wagonthat was pulled by a tractor.  But the methods devised for them totransfer all that shit was yet another humiliation that even the most obedientslut had been likely to think of.  They were paired off, Jan with Juliesince they were a physical match, and shown a metal tub about two feet indiameter with ropes attached to it.  They were expected to kneel in themud and shit of the corral and scoop cowshit into the tub with theirhands.  When it was full, they had to remain on all fours by the tub andmake mooing noises to attract the supervisor.  A convict cunt wouldinspect the tub to be sure it was full enough and if it was then one of thepair would be told to remain in position while the other lifted the tub ontothe back of her partner.  The ropes would be secured across the belly andtits of the one on all fours, then her partner would lift her ankles and pullher legs out straight to make a “wheelbarrow” of her. 
       Jan had been chosen to be the“wheelbarrow” first, trying to keep up as she walked on her hands with legsheld high and straight by Julie who was trying to move fast enough to avoid thesting of canes and whips as she guided her wheelbarrow across he corral. Jan’s hand had slipped once,sending her sliding down onto a slippery pile of fresh shit.  She hadturned her head in time to keep her face out of it, but ended up smearing herchest all over with it.  Julie had yanked hard one her legs to avoidspilling the tub strapped to her back, but not before one of the convict cuntshad come at both of them with a horsewhip, raining at least a six or sevenslashing blows on Jan’s hipsand thighs.  When they reached the large wagon, the ropes were releasedand the two were told to empty it, not by dumping it over the side but byscooping all the shit out by hand once more.
       “Make a trip over here withoutfalling or getting extra strokes and we’ll let you dump it in there,” one of the convict cunts laughed atthem as they pulled double handfuls of cowshit from the tub and tossed it intothe wagon.  “Maybe if you’re too slow you’llget to walk behind the spreader up in the meadow.”  Jan looked at the rearof the wagon where two large shafts with fan-like blades on them would turn andspread the manure over a field.  She thought about being forced to walkbehind that machine as it spewed tons of shit and shuddered a bit, even aftereverything else she’d beenmade to do in the past days.
 
       The second day among the cowshad been less nasty with the shitgrades being taken to the pastures where theyhad to gather shit from grazing animals and collect it in burlap bags tiedaround their waists and dragging between the legs as they walked.  Theywere also made to “walk” with the head below the level of the ass at all timesto add to the humiliation if not the discomfort.  As they were marchedback to the barnyard at sunset wearing the hated pillory collars and stilldragging the bags of shit they had collected, they saw the tractor pulling themanure spreader wagon across an adjoining pasture with a solitary figurestumbling behind it.  Her arms were spread wide, tied to a pole that waschained to the back of the spreader.  Her head was in a leather harnessheld back and high with a strap that went down and attached to the ring in alarge butt plug so that the flying chunks of cow shit caught her full in theface and tits as she struggled to keep up.  The sweat streaks on her hairyskin showed her to be poor sister caca on her third day as a hairy beast.
 
       Now at the mid point of herfourth day as a shitgrade slut, Jan recalled the night before when sister cacahad been brought back from following the shit spreader and left with them inthe stalls of the barn.  She had been ordered to crawl to each of the shitgradesin the stall and beg to worship each and every ass.  Jan rememberedrelishing the feel of caca’stongue across her sore asshole, shoving back against it as it darted in and outof her, knowing how hard she had been as Sister Cane, but also knowing that soonshe would be returning to the Sisterhood while Jan would be doing who knewwhat.
The previous night they had been put intopillory collars and left in an open corral, especially since it looked likerain was in the forecast.  As usual, they had all been butt-plugged sothat they could only shit on command, but they were instructed to use the farcorner to pee at any time they wished, so long as they used the piss slut thathad been chained there.
       “Be sure  it says ‘thank you mistress’ after you piss on it,” the leader hadinstructed them.  The far corner was in a low-lying area so that anyrunoff would collect there. Through the darkness Jan could just make out thehairy form of caca, shivering where she had been collared and chained on her backwith knees pulled up and tied to the wrist cuffs of the pillory collar. It had been truly gratifying for each of the eight shitgrades to make their waythrough the muck to the corner, then to squat and listen to the splash of urinestreams over the face and tits of sister caca, then as they stepped away tohear her quietly say “Thank you mistress, for your gift of piss.”  Janthought about that moment again as she shoved her butt back against caca’s tongue rasping at her asshole.
 
       Shortly after caca had servicedevery ass, and as they were expecting the lights to be turned out, they heardthe squeaky wheels of a cart outside the stall and saw the two women with hairsstuck all over their faces, arms and smocks.  A convict cunt came into thestall and grabbed Jan and Julie, standing them up and herding them to the doorof the stall.  They followed the cart into a center area of he barn wheremosquitoes and other flying bugs gathered around and under a bare bulb. Jan saw that Marianne and Bonnie big Butt had also been brought out of thestall and knew that all four of them soon would be getting the hairy beasttreatment.
       Jan couldn’t decide which was worse – the constant itch and scratch or thestink of the horse piss based glue used to adhere the hairs all over herbody.  The pair who prepped the hairy beasts had taken full advantage ofthese sluts who hadn’t shavedfor weeks, using the hair already growing as a base for obscene locks attachedto twats and dangling from butt cracks.  Jan’s belly featured a series of V-shaped lines of hair in varyingshades of brown that spread up and around her tits, disappearing under her armsin a tangled mass of locks that had been glued to the dark hair growing fromher unshaven pits.  Her ass cheeks felt nearly bare, the better to feelthe rod and the whip, she’dbeen told and the biggest comfort she had from the itchy treatment was theextra cushion provided by the locks glued to her labia as they rubbed againstthe rough fibers of the rope through her crotch.  The backs of her thighsand calves itched the worst she thought, especially the thighs.  And justabout the time she had gotten used to the feel of the rope against her slit andclit, the convict cunt driving them would stop them, peel their pussy lips wideopen and wedge the rope right up between them, securing it with another twistof the twine that would pull the rope nice and tight across the raw opening ofa welted ass.
 
       Jan was brought back to themoment as the switch fell across her shoulders, goading them to keep moving asthey dragged the felled tree back to the barnyard.  She had managed tosneak a sideways look at Julie, her partner in the yoke, as she struggled withJan to keep the pace.  Earlier in the day she had caught a glimpse of Marianneand Bonnie, two larger women, who were pulling a plow through a field alongsidethe path to the forest. Those two were each fastened with a “tit collar,” aheavy two-piece wooden plank with holes for the tits and wrists locked withinit and a depression at the top for the neck, held with a thick leather collarbuckled at the back.  Each collar had rings and chains from the ends thathooked to the plow.  The collars kept the arms pulled back and the titssticking out.  Each had also been nipple-pierced with copper bellsattached so they jingled with every move as the leaned into the collars andstumbled over the rough soil, pulling the plow along.
       Jan’s nipples twinged as she leaned into the collar for the last pushas the main barnyard came into view.  How long until they decide to piercemy tits or clit she wondered, as the willow switch cut across her thighs andshe stepped up her pace, feeling Julie pull alongside her.
 
To be continued…
 
 
 
Author’snote:
After some delay, I am adding a chapter to this story,with more action to follow in the very near future. I first began posting thesechapters last July and my personal goal is to complete the story by then. I want to thank all of you for your kind comments and reviews, especially thoselost in the crash last December, but also to those of you who have sent kinde-mails, comments and suggestions to my e-mail address,scribbler59@yahoo.com.  If you have any comments, suggestions or requests,please feel free to send them along.  Enjoy, and remember that this isfiction.  Jack R
 
SUBMISSIVE WIVESACADEMY OF TRAINING
ChapterTen  – Bells and Whistles
 
      Jan’s husband Dave eased into the chair at his computerdesk and opened the latest email file.  As it loaded, he thought back overthe previous three he had received.  The first had been almost shocking;with Jan so smeared with dirt and shit that she was almostunrecognizable.  But the second had been a real turn-on as he watched theeight sluts being put through their paces in exercises, drills and the dreadedsundial treatment.
He had been proud of Jan’sleadership in the tug-of-war and seeing her kneel before the Sisters in thepillory collar gave him a raging hard-on.
      The latest clip showed quick scenes from the hog pen and the cattlecorral along with shots of the cleanup in the cow pastures.  The main partof the clip showed Jan in harness with the “hairy beast” treatment covering herbody, pulling and struggling as part of a yoked pair.  It ended with Janand her partner being unhitched from the harness and collar, then ordered toThe Fence, where they were to bend and wait for the Daily Double Dozen. At that point a large woman, who had called herself ‘SisterFlogger’ in previous clips, came into view and began givingeach ass a rhythmic and none-too-gentle flogging as the two women held positionbend over the rough rail fence.  Sister Flogger completed the two-dozenstrokes on each and stepped back.
      “Now up on the rail for a ride,” she ordered.  The two women stoodand climbed onto the top rail of the fence.  Dave could see that it wassplit from a larger log, leaving a sharp edge on top.  Their feet restedon the lower rail of the fence until Sister Flogger ordered them to kick theirlegs out.  Dave watched as the two complied, their faces showing thediscomfort as their entire weight pressed down on their pussy lips and into theslits with their legs extended out.  They both extended their arms forbalance and Dave could see Jan gritting her teeth through the pain.
      “Giddy-up, gash!” Flogger called out. “Let’s see thatgallop!”  The two women began to rock back and forth, as though in asaddle at the gallop as Flogger swung her instrument across their tits andtorsos.
“Faster,faster,” she teased with the lash.  After a minute or so she stepped asideand allowed them to stop and place their feet back onto the rail, but they weretold to keep their arms extended.  Sister Flogger stepped into the frameand looked straight at the camera.
“If they keepshowing proper progress we should have another update in two or three days,along with an invitation to join us for some in-person fun.  Until then,Masters.”  The screen froze on Sister Flogger’s devioussmile and Dave closed the file to place it with the other updates he hadreceived.
 
      Jan woke as she felt a foot against the back of her thighs. She rousedherself off the concrete floor and immediately moved to a kneeling positionbeside the cot where one of the convict cunts had slept.  Jan stared intothe open legs and lips as the convict cunt tapped her on the head.
      “Get busy with a wakeup for me,” the woman ordered.
      “Yes, Ma’am, thank you Ma’am” Jan answered as she burrowed hernose into the crotch, coming back up with her tongue working hard and deep asthe woman pulled her lips open and shoved against Jan’s face.
      “Deeper, cunt, and faster,” the woman ordered, still pushing hard.
      “Yes, Ma’am, thank you Ma’am” Jan’s wordswere muffled as she continued servicing the woman but still made sure torespond quickly and correctly. 
“Never too busyeating cunt or sucking cock to give the proper acknowledgment,” they had beenlectured as the group of shitgrades was promoted to “cunt grade.” Actually only five of the original eight had made it by this day.  Poorchubby Laurie with her curvy figure, huge tits and long dark hair had been heldbehind for an extra day or two of training in the cow and hog pens.  Itseemed that she had been less than properly enthusiastic at pussy eating so shehad been sentenced to “eat cow pussy,” perhaps even a sow or two, until sheshowed some progress and willingness to please.  She would be passed andshuffled from one convict cunt to another, grabbing her by the hair and shovingher face against animal after animal hour after hour, in between “checkups”between the legs of her handlers to see what sort of progress she might bemaking.
Annie andBonnie, the two fatties, still had another day of the hairy beast treatment toendure.  In the meantime, the other five had been “given” to the convictcunts in their rough barracks alongside the barns and corrals. Jan worked hertongue up and down the hairy slit, darting back and forth and around theprotruding clit as the convict shoved against her lips, digging hands into Jan’s hair andyanking her head up and down as Jan slurped away.
“Got visitorscoming today, and you will get to entertain them cunt,” the woman said as shepulled Jan’s head back then slammed it hard into her crack,forcing Jan’s nose deep into her pussy.  “So finish me offquick,” the convict cunt demanded, kicking into Jan’s back asshe pulled at her hair.
 
Had she beenhere for a week, or did it seem longer, Jan wondered to herself as she and theother four were lined up over The Fence for the usual morning strokes. Time was a blur to her now, days were measured by the humiliations receivedsince she and the others had arrived.  She held position over The Fence,wondering how long it would be today before one or another of the Tough Sisterswould come by to deliver the morning beating, or would they be left in the careof one or more of the convict cunts, who at least were usually not so fast andfurious with their strokes.
She had felt somany strokes, and from so many different implements from so many people thatthey had begun to fuse from one to another.  But the single session thatstuck in her mind, and not just because it was more recent, was the depilatingprocess from the “hairy beast” treatment.  She had been sentenced to oneday as a hairy beast, but soon realized that another day or more might belikely since she was not allowed to speak and thus had no way to beg to becleaned of the itchy, smelly hair.  Some of it had rubbed off from thechafing of the harness and collars she had worn, but most of it had stubbornlyremained in place despite the pulling and tugging, the poundings and paddlingsreceived at least three times a day, morning noon and night.  Finally,after a morning session of hard exercise and eighteen strokes from a heavy strap,Sister Flogger had ordered her and Julie and Dina the older woman to report tothe small shed behind the barn.
In the shed werestalls with yoke fittings for necks and arms.  Maureen the small redheadknelt there with a bucket and sponge.  The two women who had applied allthat hair locked each hairy beast into a yoke and cuffed their wrists straightout.  The older woman gave Maureen a swift kick and she approached themwith her bucket and sponge.  Even through her own stench, Jan could smella strong acidic odor from the steaming bucket that Maureen carried as Jan feltthe astringent burn from the first touch of the sponge across her back and downher legs.   The solvent in the bucket went right to work on thematted hair, but it was agony on the skin.  Jan had thought the top layermight be coming off with the stinking hair.
The two womenlaughed and giggled as the sluts squirmed and moaned through the burningirritation of the solvent, especially when Maureen started slavering it overtheir tits and around their necks and armpits.  Then came thebrushes.  The two women continued talking as thought the three sluts weren’t eventhere as they donned heavy rubber gloves and used huge rough-bristled brushesto scrub the hair away, followed by another application of another solvent thatburned just as much as the first one.
Then came thewater.  It was freezing cold and the hoses had high pressure nozzles thatthe handlers turned from needle-like points to a brutal pounding and they movedacross the three bodies, running the hoses up and down the thighs, armpits,tits, everywhere.  Jan stomped and danced with her legs until the olderwoman leaned into her ear as she shoved the hose right up to Jan’s cunt.
“Stand still orI’ll make it worse,” she snarled.
Jan wasn’t sure what“worse” might be, but she calmed down and struggled to hold position, graduallyrealizing that even the chill and pain of the water was at least getting herclean and washing away the burn of the solvents.  They were left in theyokes, shivering with teeth chattering, until they had dried in the morningair.
 
Jan’s mind cameback to The Fence where she still waited, bent over for the morningtreatment.  Sometimes they were left there for some time to wonder andanticipate what form or degree of pain they would receive.  Then sherecognized the familiar walk of Sister Crop, accompanied by the incessant soundof her implement of choice tapping against her boot.  Crop didn’t botherwith the slightest word or phrase, she just started down the line of fiveupturned asses, slashing and smacking as she moved, up and down the line, fivestrokes to each, two on the right cheek, two on the left, one down the centerto the asshole.
When she hadmade her first pass she came back for another, with eight strokes each thistime.  She placed two on each upper thigh at the crease of the butt cheek,one on each inner thigh near the crotch, and then two vicious cuts, one overand one underhand, right to the pussy.
“That shouldwarm you up for entertaining our guests today,” Crop giggled, stepping back toadmire her work on the five asses.  “Now be sure not to disappoint anyone,and the three that are deemed to be the best will get a treat later.”  Shewalked away as Jan heard vehicles approaching.
 
The “visitors”turned out to be three truckers who were picking up hogs and cattle to haul tomarket.  Jan glanced under the fence rail at them as they pulled up,trying to get a quick look at who, or what was arriving.  One was tall andthin, bald head and glasses with a red bandanna headband.  Another was atypical trucker, burly shoulders, beer gut belly, feed store hat and bigboots.  The third one was a tall woman in jeans and a tank top with nobra, her huge tits swaying as she stepped down from the cab, followed by two blackLabs who bounded over each other as they leaped from the truck and ran over tothe fence rail where Jan and the four others were collared and bent over.
Jan felt the wettongue of one of the dogs slurping at her pussy and ass as he snarled at the otherone who moved over to Maureen’s hairy red pussy sticking up at thetop of the fence rail, burying his nose deep in her folds.  The womanstood between them, yanking them by the collars and rubbing up against Dina’s crotchwith her knee.  The man with the red bandana went right for the broad assof Marianne, unzipping his jeans and reaching into a can of lard hanging fromthe fence.  He rubbed Marianne’s ass with some lard, then drovestraight into her, burying his skinny dick all the way into her ass as shesquealed and squirmed and he pumped away.
The big guypinched and pulled at Julie’s cunt lips, peeling them open,tucking and sticking his stubby thumbs inside before working a large middlefinger into her ass, furiously pumping it and hooking his fingers in and out ofher.  Finally he took down his pants and pulled her to him, a thick hairydick stuffed up her cunt, huffing and puffing as he pounded into her.  Hecame quickly, grunting and coughing as he did.  It was then that Jan realizedhe was the first man she had seen in a week.  About then, the dog waspulled away from her and she felt two fingers being shoved into her pussy and athumb worming into her ass.  Jan pushed back against the grip of thefingers, trying to catch a glimpse of whom they belonged to.
“Gonna let mydogs have some fun before my fist does,” the woman whispered to Jan, hookingher fingers up high and hard, then gripping hard toward her thumb.  Thenshe pulled her hand out and set one of the dogs on Jan.  Jan felt hisforepaws on her shoulders with his slobber rolling down her back as the talldyke guided the red dick into her.  The dog pounded into her, faster andfaster as Jan noticed the woman standing in front of her, jeans down, and hairypussy zeroing in on Jan’s face.  Jan felt the dyke takethe dog’s front legs and pull him toward her, shoving him evenfurther and harder into Jan as he continued to ram her twat.  The womantook a handful of Jan’s hair and jerked her head into the matted mass ofhair, Jan smelling sweat and stench as her nose was dragged up and down thedyke’s flabby lips.
“Work the tonguefor me, girlie,” the woman snarled, “get it up in there and make mehappy.”  Jan’s tongue replied in automatic obedience, almost as areflex, showing her training’s effect.  She could feel thedyke’s clit swell as her tongue circled it one way thenanother, slipping up and around and back down to come back up the slit andcircle once again.   The woman pressed harder and yanked Jan’s headcloser into her and the dog was howling and barking as he came. 
“Bark for mebitch!” the dyke growled, “bark like the dogshit bitch you are.”
Jan’sresponding bark was muffled by her mouth buried inn the stinking hairy pussy,but the dyke seemed to enjoy it as she continued yanking Jan back and forth bythe hair and the dog collapsed against Jan’s hips, drooling down her back as Janfelt his knot pressing into her and his cum slowly sliding down her thigh.
 
      Late afternoon found Jan, Marianne and Maureen kneeling in the shade nearthe barnyard, each holding a tray of cools drinks and fresh fruit as SistersFlogger and Crop joined Lady Margaret in chaise lounges and watched theentertainment provided by the convict cunts.  The three sluts each kneltwith hips on heels, backs straight, tits placed on the edge of each silver trayso that nipples were easily tweaked as a domme reached for a grape or a sliceof peach or pear.  Jan tried not to drool as the sweet scents of the fruitwafted over her.  Flogger sensed Jan’s hunger and delighted in rubbing acut strawberry across Jan’s nostrils and lips before gulping itdown.  The Lady Margaret took a peach slice, dripping with juice, andstuffed it into Marianne’s gaping cunt, instructing her tohold it in there to attract any bugs away from the Sisters, to the giggleddelight of Crop and Flogger.
      Julie and Dina had come out lowest in the preference poll of the threetruckers in the morning so they were in the sun on a square platform ofdark-stained wood.  Each was strapped to a waist-high T-shaped post withankles cuffed to floor rings at a spread width.  Spring-type mousetrapswere attached to each nipple, then each was attached to the partner’s oppositenipple with a nylon string.  Two convict cunts held each one upright asanother tightened the strings between the two.   The cunt that didthe tying up instructed the pair.
      “You two gave our guests the least pleasure this morning so now you getto entertain us this afternoon.  Your task is simple.  Just be thefirst one to pull the traps off the other’s nipples.  It will be a bestthree out of five.  So when I say ‘Go,’ you only have to lean back andpull.  It’s easy,” she laughed, joined by the others and thethree Sisters in the cool comfort of the shade.
      The big woman stepped to the side, and said, “Ready, Slut, Go!” Dina reared back quickly, pulling the trap off Julie’s rightnipple, but Julie rolled to the side, yanking Dina’s rightnipple trap free, but pulling the trap off her own nipple as she flung herselfsideways.  The big woman in the center blew a whistle.
      “Foul!” she shouted.  “It doesn’t count if you lose yours in theprocess.  Snap ‘em back on.”  The two others scurried over to grabthe traps, pulling them open an inch or so before slapping up under Dina’s small titwith the large berry-like nipple before letting go of the spring.  Thenthey did the same to Julie, taking her nipples and pinch-rolling them back andforth, lifting up her firm breasts, tugging and pulling, then snapping the trapon tight as Julie yelped with the sudden pain.
      The big woman stepped to the side once more, allowing better view for thegroup of Sisters in the shade and then blew the whistle.  Dina jerked backquickly and yanked the two traps right off Julie’stits.  This time the cunts pulled the springs back even further beforeletting them snap shut onto Julie’s quivering tits.  One of themflicked a thumb and finger across the nipples for a little extra discomfortbefore stepping back and waiting for the whistle.  This time Julie lungedbackward, pulling one free, then rearing back again and getting the other oneloose.
      “One each, cuntwhores,” the big woman announced, nodding to her twoassistants to re-set the traps, this time snapping down harder on Dina’s swollennipples.  “Shorten the strings,” the woman ordered, and watched as the twowere pulled in even closer to each other before the whistle.  Dina won thenext round, but Julie managed to pull off the next one, leaving them tied attwo each.  For the final round, the strings were shortened even more sothat the two sets of traps were nearly touching each other.  The bigconvict cunt stood between them with a short crop in each hand, flicking at thecaptive nipples as each woman tried to calm her breathing, between the pressureof the trap springs and the jolts of the crop slapping at them.
      “When I bring these down on those fat red nipples, you pull your best,”she said, flicking her twin crops again.  “Ready, cunts, GO!” she yelledas she brought the two crops down hard across the bruised and swelling nipples.
      Both women lunged backward as fast and far as possible given the shorttie between the sets of traps.  Jan watched and thought that Julie, withher youth and superior muscle tone would be quicker.  But Dina’s largenipples seemed to hold better around the trap springs, and though Jan winced atthe idea of pain they would be causing, she saw Dina thrust herself back againand pull both traps clear of Julie’s tits.
      “Ah, the old bitch wins!” announced the convict cunt as the Sistersapplauded the entertainment.  Flogger reached over and gave Jan’s leftnipple a hard squeeze.
      “Maybe we should play mousetrap later,” she cooed into Jan’s ear,pulling sharply then releasing her with a slap, then turned her attention backto the entertainment.  “Sisters, what do we use as a reward for the winnerof this little diversion?” she asked.
      “As the winner, that one may service the scullery latrine for the nextthree nights,” Lady Margaret announced.  “And the loser will service thebarnyard bitches’ latrine for the next three nights.  Day work forboth will be in the kennels.   Now, what else have you old cuntscooked up for us?” 
      The large convict cunt approached the three Sisters lounging in theshade, smiling broadly. 
      “We have some musical entertainment for you, honored Mistresses, andthough I can’t vouch for the quality of their music, they arecertainly entertaining,” she said with a laugh.  She turned and picked up awhistle from a side and table and blew it sharply.  “Bring out our fattytrio,” she called.
      In a few moments, the telltale ring of the copper bells in their titsannounced the approach of the three largest women of the slave eight. Annie and Bonnie, the two fattest ones led the way, yoked with a heavy beamacross it.  The beam kept the necks down and their pendulous breastsswinging with the weight of the bells clanging on them.  Laurie followedbehind them, her neck pulled down by lead ropes from the collars of the leadtwo that were pulled between the tits, through each crotch and attached toLaurie’s heavy wooden pillory collar.  Two convict cuntsdrove them along with long canes, pulling them to a stop before the Sisterslounging the shade.
      “What have we here?” Lady Margaret asked.
       “MyI present the Fatty Trio!”  The large convict woman answered. “Present them!”  The two convict cunts driving the trio quickly moved tothem and removed the heavy wooden beam from the yoke and placed it on theground.  Then they pulled the yoked pair to the beam, pulling them so thatthey knelt upon it, facing away from the Sisters.  Laurie was brought intothe same position.  Then the three were pushed down by the neck and leftkneeling on the beam nearly foot-thick beam with their broad asses displayedhigh and wide.
      “They have all been cleaned by triple enema passes and are ready toperform,” one of the other women announced.  Then they opened a bag heycarried and displayed various items.  There was selection of hand and footair pumps and various strange tubular objects.  Two of the convict cuntstook a hand pump each and another grabbed a foot pump with a bright yellowbellows on it and immediately inserted them in the puckered assholes kneelingbefore them>
      “We use the lightweight pumps so there won’t be anypermanent damage, and it helps them to develop better tones,” one of the womenlaughed as she pumped away.
      After few more pumps and squeezes, the pumps were removed and the womenselected their ‘instruments’ for the performance.  “Theseare cheap little tin flutes and slide whistles,” one of them explained, butthey make the most amazing sounds.
      The women inserted two or more of the instruments into each fat ass andstepped back.  The large convict cunt took a cane and stepped up to them,facing the Sisters.  “I will conduct this little trio for your enjoyment,Honored Mistresses,” she said, tapping the butt cracks of each of thetrio.  “Now, on my count let’s hear some music.”
      She swatted each ass in quick succession as the fat women flexedthemselves to expel the air and make their so-called music.  The squawksand squeaks made a grotesque sound but even Jan had to admit that the scene washilarious as she sneaked a glance at the trio of fat butts gyrating andsqueezing to make some sounds.
      The trio of Sisters applauded and demanded and encore and waited foranother pumping up as Sister Flogger turned her attention back to Jan’s nipples.
 
To be continued…
 
 
       
 
SUBMISSIVE WIVES ACADEMY OF TRAINING
Chapter Eleven  – 
 
       Jan heard the siren wail as thewake up alarm and jumped to her feet, automatically coming to attention inPosition One with head back, eyes closed, hands clasped behind the neck, legsstraight and spread with backbone stiff so her tits jutted out.  She heldposition in the semi-darkness of the slut kennels where she could barely makeout the shapes of other sluts also coming to attention as they rose from thematted and moldy straw that covered the concrete floor.  The large shadowsmoving through the open space of the cell told her that the guards were on theprowl for any slut not already in position, their night vision goggles allowingthem to see what the sluts could not.
       The sounds of crops on bareflesh announced that some slut hadn’t assumed the proper position in time.  Jan squinted her eyesin the the dim light and saw two large shadows taking turns swinging away at abent figure’s upturned rump.
       “Should know by now,” Jan saidto herself, steeling herself for the “morning greetings” as the guards liked tocall them.  The screeching siren died away as banks of  harshfluorescent lights came on, revealing nearly two dozen naked sluts standing intwo facing rows.  The six guards had removed their goggles and casuallyroamed back and forth, in front of and behind the two rows, toying and playingwith crops and canes against waiting butts and nipples.  Occasionally, awhoosh of air was followed by a the snap of the cane or a crop connecting withass or tit flesh, immediately followed by a loud “Good Morning, Ma’am, this slut thanks you for thegreeting.”  The sound of implements swinging and sluts greeting becamemore frequent, then overlapping as the six guards began moving faster andfaster along and behind the lines.
       A whistle blew and the morninggreeting beatings stopped immediately. 
       “Outside, now!” came thecommand as all twenty-four sluts rushed for the three small hatches thatallowed them entrance and exit.  The hatches were each at the end of ashallow metal trough and the sluts hurried to crawl along it and avoid theslashing crops and straps as much as they could.  Sometimes the troughswere “lubed up,” with the contents of the night latrine buckets to make themsmelly and slippery.   The trough was dry this morning as Jan crawledalong banging her face against the broad ass in front of her.  The slut infront was in turn shoving against the ass in front of her in a strange paradethat always got a laugh or two from the guards as they encouraged the slutsthrough the troughs and out into the yard.
       They emerged onto the hardpacked earth of the yard, struggling to their feet after squeezing through thelow hatch, hearing a guard’srepeated command to “Circle, CIRCLE!” as they rushed to a series of low postsset in a circular pattern.  Each post was about knee high with a shortrail on top to form a small T.  Each slut quickly took up Position One ata post with her shins touching the top bar.  They stood there, shiveringin the slight chill of early morning, each knowing how hot it would get as thesun came out.
       “Backs straight, bend over andspread ass!” came the command.  Each slut bent over with her back straightand parallel to the ground while reaching back to spread the ass cheeks.
       Jan pulled her cheeks wide andquickly inserted a middle finger in her ass, loosening it up a bit before theguards came along with the cart carrying what Jan had some to call the ‘Sunrise Surprise.’  The sluts never knew what theymight be receiving each morning; sometimes it was an icy blast of compressedair across the clit and cunt, or a quick injection of hot or cold water thatfelt like being hit with a sledge hammer.  One morning might bring a brushfull of hot pepper oil or a dried corncob butt plug that may have been soakedovernight in any one of a bunch of nasty liquids from lemon juice and vinegarto a sugar syrup coating that was rolled in sand before insertion.  Jansmelled the heavy musk of bitch dogs in heat being applied to the heavingflanks of the pudgy slut next to her, knowing that the slut had been sent tothe kennels for the last few days.
       But the sunrise surprise thatJan dreaded most was what the guards called the ‘day slops.’ It was a daytime application of contents from the ‘night slops,’also known as the “slutbucket,” the latrine from the slut kennel. Sometimes the guards would have two shitslaves bring the latrine bucket fromtheir own bunkhouse and place it in the center of the circle where theshitslaves would kneel and use their own hair to stir the mixtures of thebuckets before applying it to assigned slut bodies.  Jan had been ‘day slopped’ two days in a row, and hoped this wouldn’t be a third.  She knew the slimy stench of turds softenedinto a paste that was slathered across her back and ass and down her thighswith by the ‘mop’ of the shitslave’s hair, then the slave was brought aroundto Jan’s head to wring outthe mop over her face and hair. 
       The previous day, afterreceiving the day slop treatment, Jan and another slut were cuffed and collaredwith a twelve-inch chain between cuffs and another twelve-inch chain connectingto the front of the collar.  They were then herded with a crop out to thewide lawn below the expansive residence of the Sisters and Ladies.  Theywere told to kneel at a broad flagstone walk leading to the formal gardensbelow.  Jan could smell the lovely fragrance of new-mown grass and see thesmooth carpet of  lawn.  They were each given a small paintbrush andtold to clean the walk.  The lawn mowing had left small blades of grassacross the walk and they were expected to brush it clean.  And since theirdirty, shitty legs were not allowed to touch the walk, they were to remain ontheir feet and bend in a quite uncomfortable crouching squat in order to reachthe walk with the brush.  The day before that, they had been led to astone wall that extended for a hundred yards or so along edge of thegardens.  They had each been given a worn pair of scissors and told totrim the grass that the mower couldn’t reach at the edges of the wall.  At least on that day theycould crawl on knees or squat on their haunches as they worked. 
       But on neither of the two dayscould they reach the irritating buzz of flies and other insects that hoveredand bhagwaned on their backsides.  Between the stench, the sting of sweat onrecent welts and the constant ‘bath of bugs,’ asLady Margaret had called it as she rode by them with her body slaves followingalong; it was a truly miserable way to spend the day.  They had been givena water break two or three times, Jan wasn’t quite sure, but no food.  Jan had been able to pee carefullyas she sidled along the stone wall on one day, but on the next she had no suchopportunity.  The slut guards seemed to know that as well, and they madesure that the two sluts had a water break every hour, each forced to drink froma metal pan set on the other’sback to be reached a bit more easily, and thus more water consumed and with noopportunity for relief.
       All through her variousordeals, Jan thought she would go crazy with the incessant jingle of the twopairs of silver bells that hung from her recent nipple piercing.  Thebarbell studs protruded from either side of the nipples with the bells hangingfreely from them so that the lightest motion would make them jingle. Sister Flogger had taken great pleasure in supervising Jan’s piercing three days ago.  At leastJan thought it was three days.  It was very hard to keep track of how longshe had been at this place.
 
       Dave took the familiar lookingenvelope from the mailbox and practically sprinted to the computer, pulling thedisk out as he ran.  He slapped it into the slot and sat back to watch asthe image pulled back from a close up of a nipple pierced through by a hugeneedle to see that the nipple belonged to Jan as its travel was followed byinsertion of a silver bar.  The camera angle widened to show Jan kneelingand strapped against a low table with her tits held tightly in a yokeclamp.  Dave noticed that the other tit had already been pierced with theprotruding sliver bar in place.  Then Sister Flogger’s ample ass came into the camera shot asshe hung a tiny silver bell on either end of the bar before screwing a smallball onto the end to hold the bell in place.  She gave each breast a goodslap as she finished up.  The pained wince on Jan’s face was quite visible to Dave as he watched Flogger giggle, thenturn back and give each tit another slap to hear the tinkle of the bellsaccompanied by her own laughter.
       “Easy to keep track of her withthese in,” Sister Flogger chortled.  “And you’ll get the chance to see them in the flesh, so to speak, in just afew days.  In the meantime, enjoy the view,” Flogger smiled as the camerafollowed her around the table to see Jan’s backside.
“I know I enjoy it, immensely!”  Flogger’s throaty laugh was followed by the swishand slap of her heavy flogger against the welts already on Jan’s ass.  “Keep you posted on your newslave’s debut.”  Theimage faded out as Dave hit the replay button.
 
Jan remained bent over and spreading her asscheeks as she saw Sister Flogger’s familiar boots approach from the side.  She felt a leashbeing snapped to her collar then pulling her up to stand and followalong.  Flogger gave the leash a quick jerk.
“Keep up slave. It’s promotion day.”  She stepped up her pace to a brisk walk,all the while yanking on Jan’sleash.   So today they make me a “slave,” Jan thought.  It’s about time.
“You will be tested on your training toobedience before our Supreme Mistress Evelyn,” Sister Flogger instructed asthey walked toward the Mansion.  “If you show the slightest faltering orfailing, you will be busted back to shit grade so fast it will amaze you. And once there, the sets of punishments that you receive are quite hard todescribe.  Got it?”
“Yes, Mistress, thank you Mistress,” Janreplied, genuinely grateful for her impending “promotion” as she struggled tokeep up with Flogger.  As they approached the front of the Mansion, SisterFlogger steered over to a side door and knocked.  The door was opened byan older woman wearing a grey wool kilt and nothing else.
“Clean her and prep her for the presentationand plucking,” Flogger ordered, tossing the leash loop to the woman and turningto go.  “See you soon slave j, and don’t dare disappoint me.”
“Yes, Mistress, this slave thanks theMistress,” Jan answered, inwardly smiling at the idea that she had beenreferred to as “slave j.”  A name, even a slave name, at last, shethought.  At last.
 

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