Submissive Wives Academy of Training

Author’s note:

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 these chapters 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 those lost in the crash last December, but also to those of you who have sent kind e-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 is fiction.  Jack R

SUBMISSIVE WIVES ACADEMY OF TRAINING

Chapter Ten  – Bells and Whistles

       Jan’s husband Dave eased into the chair at his computer desk and opened the latest email file.  As it loaded, he thought back over the previous three he had received.  The first had been almost shocking; with Jan so smeared with dirt and shit that she was almost unrecognizable.  But the second had been a real turn-on as he watched the eight sluts being put through their paces in exercises, drills and the dreaded sundial treatment.

He had been proud of Jan’s leadership in the tug-of-war and seeing her kneel before the Sisters in the pillory collar gave him a raging hard-on.

       The latest clip showed quick scenes from the hog pen and the cattle corral along with shots of the cleanup in the cow pastures.  The main part of the clip showed Jan in harness with the “hairy beast” treatment covering her body, pulling and struggling as part of a yoked pair.  It ended with Jan and her partner being unhitched from the harness and collar, then ordered to The Fence, where they were to bend and wait for the Daily Double Dozen.  At that point a large woman, who had called herself ‘Sister Flogger’ in previous clips, came into view and began giving each ass a rhythmic and none-too-gentle flogging as the two women held position bend over the rough rail fence.  Sister Flogger completed the two-dozen strokes on each and stepped back.

       “Now up on the rail for a ride,” she ordered.  The two women stood and climbed onto the top rail of the fence.  Dave could see that it was split from a larger log, leaving a sharp edge on top.  Their feet rested on the lower rail of the fence until Sister Flogger ordered them to kick their legs out.  Dave watched as the two complied, their faces showing the discomfort as their entire weight pressed down on their pussy lips and into the slits with their legs extended out.  They both extended their arms for balance and Dave could see Jan gritting her teeth through the pain.

       “Giddy-up, gash!” Flogger called out. “Let’s see that gallop!”  The two women began to rock back and forth, as though in a saddle at the gallop as Flogger swung her instrument across their tits and torsos.

“Faster, faster,” she teased with the lash.  After a minute or so she stepped aside and allowed them to stop and place their feet back onto the rail, but they were told to keep their arms extended.  Sister Flogger stepped into the frame and looked straight at the camera.

“If they keep showing 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 devious smile and Dave closed the file to place it with the other updates he had received.

       Jan woke as she felt a foot against the back of her thighs. She roused herself off the concrete floor and immediately moved to a kneeling position beside the cot where one of the convict cunts had slept.  Jan stared into the 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 her nose into the crotch, coming back up with her tongue working hard and deep as the 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 words were muffled as she continued servicing the woman but still made sure to respond quickly and correctly. 

“Never too busy eating cunt or sucking cock to give the proper acknowledgment,” they had been lectured as the group of shitgrades was promoted to “cunt grade.”  Actually only five of the original eight had made it by this day.  Poor chubby Laurie with her curvy figure, huge tits and long dark hair had been held behind for an extra day or two of training in the cow and hog pens.  It seemed that she had been less than properly enthusiastic at pussy eating so she had been sentenced to “eat cow pussy,” perhaps even a sow or two, until she showed some progress and willingness to please.  She would be passed and shuffled from one convict cunt to another, grabbing her by the hair and shoving her 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 be making.

Annie and Bonnie, the two fatties, still had another day of the hairy beast treatment to endure.  In the meantime, the other five had been “given” to the convict cunts in their rough barracks alongside the barns and corrals. Jan worked her tongue up and down the hairy slit, darting back and forth and around the protruding clit as the convict shoved against her lips, digging hands into Jan’s hair and yanking her head up and down as Jan slurped away.

“Got visitors coming today, and you will get to entertain them cunt,” the woman said as she pulled Jan’s head back then slammed it hard into her crack, forcing Jan’s nose deep into her pussy.  “So finish me off quick,” the convict cunt demanded, kicking into Jan’s back as she pulled at her hair.

Had she been here for a week, or did it seem longer, Jan wondered to herself as she and the other 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 received since 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 Sisters would come by to deliver the morning beating, or would they be left in the care of one or more of the convict cunts, who at least were usually not so fast and furious with their strokes.

She had felt so many strokes, and from so many different implements from so many people that they had begun to fuse from one to another.  But the single session that stuck in her mind, and not just because it was more recent, was the depilating process from the “hairy beast” treatment.  She had been sentenced to one day as a hairy beast, but soon realized that another day or more might be likely since she was not allowed to speak and thus had no way to beg to be cleaned of the itchy, smelly hair.  Some of it had rubbed off from the chafing of the harness and collars she had worn, but most of it had stubbornly remained in place despite the pulling and tugging, the poundings and paddlings received 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 to the small shed behind the barn.

In the shed were stalls with yoke fittings for necks and arms.  Maureen the small redhead knelt there with a bucket and sponge.  The two women who had applied all that hair locked each hairy beast into a yoke and cuffed their wrists straight out.  The older woman gave Maureen a swift kick and she approached them with her bucket and sponge.  Even through her own stench, Jan could smell a strong acidic odor from the steaming bucket that Maureen carried as Jan felt the astringent burn from the first touch of the sponge across her back and down her legs.   The solvent in the bucket went right to work on the matted hair, but it was agony on the skin.  Jan had thought the top layer might be coming off with the stinking hair.

The two women laughed and giggled as the sluts squirmed and moaned through the burning irritation of the solvent, especially when Maureen started slavering it over their tits and around their necks and armpits.  Then came the brushes.  The two women continued talking as thought the three sluts weren’t even there as they donned heavy rubber gloves and used huge rough-bristled brushes to scrub the hair away, followed by another application of another solvent that burned just as much as the first one.

Then came the water.  It was freezing cold and the hoses had high pressure nozzles that the handlers turned from needle-like points to a brutal pounding and they moved across the three bodies, running the hoses up and down the thighs, armpits, tits, everywhere.  Jan stomped and danced with her legs until the older woman leaned into her ear as she shoved the hose right up to Jan’s cunt.

“Stand still or I’ll make it worse,” she snarled.

Jan wasn’t sure what “worse” might be, but she calmed down and struggled to hold position, gradually realizing that even the chill and pain of the water was at least getting her clean and washing away the burn of the solvents.  They were left in the yokes, shivering with teeth chattering, until they had dried in the morning air.

Jan’s mind came back to The Fence where she still waited, bent over for the morning treatment.  Sometimes they were left there for some time to wonder and anticipate what form or degree of pain they would receive.  Then she recognized the familiar walk of Sister Crop, accompanied by the incessant sound of her implement of choice tapping against her boot.  Crop didn’t bother with the slightest word or phrase, she just started down the line of five upturned asses, slashing and smacking as she moved, up and down the line, five strokes to each, two on the right cheek, two on the left, one down the center to the asshole.

When she had made her first pass she came back for another, with eight strokes each this time.  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 over and one underhand, right to the pussy.

“That should warm you up for entertaining our guests today,” Crop giggled, stepping back to admire 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.”  She walked away as Jan heard vehicles approaching.

The “visitors” turned out to be three truckers who were picking up hogs and cattle to haul to market.  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 and thin, bald head and glasses with a red bandanna headband.  Another was a typical trucker, burly shoulders, beer gut belly, feed store hat and big boots.  The third one was a tall woman in jeans and a tank top with no bra, her huge tits swaying as she stepped down from the cab, followed by two black Labs who bounded over each other as they leaped from the truck and ran over to the fence rail where Jan and the four others were collared and bent over. 

Jan felt the wet tongue of one of the dogs slurping at her pussy and ass as he snarled at the other one who moved over to Maureen’s hairy red pussy sticking up at the top of the fence rail, burying his nose deep in her folds.  The woman stood between them, yanking them by the collars and rubbing up against Dina’s crotch with her knee.  The man with the red bandana went right for the broad ass of Marianne, unzipping his jeans and reaching into a can of lard hanging from the fence.  He rubbed Marianne’s ass with some lard, then drove straight into her, burying his skinny dick all the way into her ass as she squealed and squirmed and he pumped away.

The big guy pinched and pulled at Julie’s cunt lips, peeling them open, tucking and sticking his stubby thumbs inside before working a large middle finger into her ass, furiously pumping it and hooking his fingers in and out of her.  Finally he took down his pants and pulled her to him, a thick hairy dick stuffed up her cunt, huffing and puffing as he pounded into her.  He came quickly, grunting and coughing as he did.  It was then that Jan realized he was the first man she had seen in a week.  About then, the dog was pulled away from her and she felt two fingers being shoved into her pussy and a thumb worming into her ass.  Jan pushed back against the grip of the fingers, trying to catch a glimpse of whom they belonged to.

“Gonna let my dogs have some fun before my fist does,” the woman whispered to Jan, hooking her fingers up high and hard, then gripping hard toward her thumb.  Then she pulled her hand out and set one of the dogs on Jan.  Jan felt his forepaws on her shoulders with his slobber rolling down her back as the tall dyke guided the red dick into her.  The dog pounded into her, faster and faster as Jan noticed the woman standing in front of her, jeans down, and hairy pussy zeroing in on Jan’s face.  Jan felt the dyke take the dog’s front legs and pull him toward her, shoving him even further and harder into Jan as he continued to ram her twat.  The woman took a handful of Jan’s hair and jerked her head into the matted mass of hair, Jan smelling sweat and stench as her nose was dragged up and down the dyke’s flabby lips.

“Work the tongue for me, girlie,” the woman snarled, “get it up in there and make me happy.”  Jan’s tongue replied in automatic obedience, almost as a reflex, showing her training’s effect.  She could feel the dyke’s clit swell as her tongue circled it one way then another, slipping up and around and back down to come back up the slit and circle once again.   The woman pressed harder and yanked Jan’s head closer into her and the dog was howling and barking as he came. 

“Bark for me bitch!” the dyke growled, “bark like the dogshit bitch you are.”

Jan’s responding 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 by the hair and the dog collapsed against Jan’s hips, drooling down her back as Jan felt his knot pressing into her and his cum slowly sliding down her thigh.

       Late afternoon found Jan, Marianne and Maureen kneeling in the shade near the barnyard, each holding a tray of cools drinks and fresh fruit as Sisters Flogger and Crop joined Lady Margaret in chaise lounges and watched the entertainment provided by the convict cunts.  The three sluts each knelt with hips on heels, backs straight, tits placed on the edge of each silver tray so that nipples were easily tweaked as a domme reached for a grape or a slice of peach or pear.  Jan tried not to drool as the sweet scents of the fruit wafted over her.  Flogger sensed Jan’s hunger and delighted in rubbing a cut strawberry across Jan’s nostrils and lips before gulping it down.  The Lady Margaret took a peach slice, dripping with juice, and stuffed it into Marianne’s gaping cunt, instructing her to hold it in there to attract any bugs away from the Sisters, to the giggled delight of Crop and Flogger.

       Julie and Dina had come out lowest in the preference poll of the three truckers in the morning so they were in the sun on a square platform of dark-stained wood.  Each was strapped to a waist-high T-shaped post with ankles cuffed to floor rings at a spread width.  Spring-type mousetraps were attached to each nipple, then each was attached to the partner’s opposite nipple with a nylon string.  Two convict cunts held each one upright as another tightened the strings between the two.   The cunt that did the tying up instructed the pair.

       “You two gave our guests the least pleasure this morning so now you get to entertain us this afternoon.  Your task is simple.  Just be the first one to pull the traps off the other’s nipples.  It will be a best three out of five.  So when I say ‘Go,’ you only have to lean back and pull.  It’s easy,” she laughed, joined by the others and the three 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 right nipple, but Julie rolled to the side, yanking Dina’s right nipple trap free, but pulling the trap off her own nipple as she flung herself sideways.  The big woman in the center blew a whistle.

       “Foul!” she shouted.  “It doesn’t count if you lose yours in the process.  Snap ‘em back on.”  The two others scurried over to grab the traps, pulling them open an inch or so before slapping up under Dina’s small tit with the large berry-like nipple before letting go of the spring.  Then they did the same to Julie, taking her nipples and pinch-rolling them back and forth, lifting up her firm breasts, tugging and pulling, then snapping the trap on tight as Julie yelped with the sudden pain.

       The big woman stepped to the side once more, allowing better view for the group of Sisters in the shade and then blew the whistle.  Dina jerked back quickly and yanked the two traps right off Julie’s tits.  This time the cunts pulled the springs back even further before letting them snap shut onto Julie’s quivering tits.  One of them flicked a thumb and finger across the nipples for a little extra discomfort before stepping back and waiting for the whistle.  This time Julie lunged backward, pulling one free, then rearing back again and getting the other one loose.

       “One each, cuntwhores,” the big woman announced, nodding to her two assistants to re-set the traps, this time snapping down harder on Dina’s swollen nipples.  “Shorten the strings,” the woman ordered, and watched as the two were pulled in even closer to each other before the whistle.  Dina won the next round, but Julie managed to pull off the next one, leaving them tied at two each.  For the final round, the strings were shortened even more so that the two sets of traps were nearly touching each other.  The big convict cunt stood between them with a short crop in each hand, flicking at the captive nipples as each woman tried to calm her breathing, between the pressure of 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 yelled as 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 short tie between the sets of traps.  Jan watched and thought that Julie, with her youth and superior muscle tone would be quicker.  But Dina’s large nipples seemed to hold better around the trap springs, and though Jan winced at the idea of pain they would be causing, she saw Dina thrust herself back again and pull both traps clear of Julie’s tits.

       “Ah, the old bitch wins!” announced the convict cunt as the Sisters applauded the entertainment.  Flogger reached over and gave Jan’s left nipple 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 back to the entertainment.  “Sisters, what do we use as a reward for the winner of this little diversion?” she asked.

       “As the winner, that one may service the scullery latrine for the next three nights,” Lady Margaret announced.  “And the loser will service the barnyard bitches’ latrine for the next three nights.  Day work for both will be in the kennels.   Now, what else have you old cunts cooked up for us?” 

       The large convict cunt approached the three Sisters lounging in the shade, smiling broadly. 

       “We have some musical entertainment for you, honored Mistresses, and though I can’t vouch for the quality of their music, they are certainly entertaining,” she said with a laugh.  She turned and picked up a whistle from a side and table and blew it sharply.  “Bring out our fatty trio,” she called.

       In a few moments, the telltale ring of the copper bells in their tits announced 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 beam across it.  The beam kept the necks down and their pendulous breasts swinging with the weight of the bells clanging on them.  Laurie followed behind them, her neck pulled down by lead ropes from the collars of the lead two that were pulled between the tits, through each crotch and attached to Laurie’s heavy wooden pillory collar.  Two convict cunts drove them along with long canes, pulling them to a stop before the Sisters lounging the shade.

       “What have we here?” Lady Margaret asked.
       “My I present the Fatty Trio!”  The large convict woman answered.  “Present them!”  The two convict cunts driving the trio quickly moved to them and removed the heavy wooden beam from the yoke and placed it on the ground.  Then they pulled the yoked pair to the beam, pulling them so that they knelt upon it, facing away from the Sisters.  Laurie was brought into the same position.  Then the three were pushed down by the neck and left kneeling on the beam nearly foot-thick beam with their broad asses displayed high and wide.

       “They have all been cleaned by triple enema passes and are ready to perform,” one of the other women announced.  Then they opened a bag hey carried and displayed various items.  There was selection of hand and foot air pumps and various strange tubular objects.  Two of the convict cunts took a hand pump each and another grabbed a foot pump with a bright yellow bellows on it and immediately inserted them in the puckered assholes kneeling before them>

       “We use the lightweight pumps so there won’t be any permanent damage, and it helps them to develop better tones,” one of the women laughed as she pumped away.

       After few more pumps and squeezes, the pumps were removed and the women selected their ‘instruments’ for the performance.  “These are cheap little tin flutes and slide whistles,” one of them explained, but they make the most amazing sounds.

       The women inserted two or more of the instruments into each fat ass and stepped 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 the trio.  “Now, on my count let’s hear some music.”

       She swatted each ass in quick succession as the fat women flexed themselves to expel the air and make their so-called music.  The squawks and squeaks made a grotesque sound but even Jan had to admit that the scene was hilarious as she sneaked a glance at the trio of fat butts gyrating and squeezing to make some sounds.

       The trio of Sisters applauded and demanded and encore and waited for another pumping up as Sister Flogger turned her attention back to Jan’s nipples.

To be continued…