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SUBMISSIVE WIVES ACADEMY OF TRAINING
Chapter Eleven –
Jan heard the siren wail as the wake up alarm and jumped to her feet, automatically coming to attention in Position One with head back, eyes closed, hands clasped behind the neck, legs straight and spread with backbone stiff so her tits jutted out. She held position in the semi-darkness of the slut kennels where she could barely make out the shapes of other sluts also coming to attention as they rose from the matted and moldy straw that covered the concrete floor. The large shadows moving through the open space of the cell told her that the guards were on the prowl for any slut not already in position, their night vision goggles allowing them to see what the sluts could not.
The sounds of crops on bare flesh announced that some slut hadn’t assumed the proper position in time. Jan squinted her eyes in the the dim light and saw two large shadows taking turns swinging away at a bent figure’s upturned rump.
“Should know by now,” Jan said to herself, steeling herself for the “morning greetings” as the guards liked to call them. The screeching siren died away as banks of harsh fluorescent lights came on, revealing nearly two dozen naked sluts standing in two facing rows. The six guards had removed their goggles and casually roamed back and forth, in front of and behind the two rows, toying and playing with crops and canes against waiting butts and nipples. Occasionally, a whoosh of air was followed by a the snap of the cane or a crop connecting with ass or tit flesh, immediately followed by a loud “Good Morning, Ma’am, this slut thanks you for the greeting.” The sound of implements swinging and sluts greeting became more frequent, then overlapping as the six guards began moving faster and faster along and behind the lines.
A whistle blew and the morning greeting beatings stopped immediately.
“Outside, now!” came the command as all twenty-four sluts rushed for the three small hatches that allowed them entrance and exit. The hatches were each at the end of a shallow metal trough and the sluts hurried to crawl along it and avoid the slashing crops and straps as much as they could. Sometimes the troughs were “lubed up,” with the contents of the night latrine buckets to make them smelly and slippery. The trough was dry this morning as Jan crawled along banging her face against the broad ass in front of her. The slut in front was in turn shoving against the ass in front of her in a strange parade that always got a laugh or two from the guards as they encouraged the sluts through the troughs and out into the yard.
They emerged onto the hard packed earth of the yard, struggling to their feet after squeezing through the low hatch, hearing a guard’s repeated command to “Circle, CIRCLE!” as they rushed to a series of low posts set in a circular pattern. Each post was about knee high with a short rail on top to form a small T. Each slut quickly took up Position One at a post with her shins touching the top bar. They stood there, shivering in the slight chill of early morning, each knowing how hot it would get as the sun came out.
“Backs straight, bend over and spread ass!” came the command. Each slut bent over with her back straight and parallel to the ground while reaching back to spread the ass cheeks.
Jan pulled her cheeks wide and quickly inserted a middle finger in her ass, loosening it up a bit before the guards came along with the cart carrying what Jan had some to call the ‘Sunrise Surprise.’ The sluts never knew what they might be receiving each morning; sometimes it was an icy blast of compressed air across the clit and cunt, or a quick injection of hot or cold water that felt like being hit with a sledge hammer. One morning might bring a brush full of hot pepper oil or a dried corncob butt plug that may have been soaked overnight in any one of a bunch of nasty liquids from lemon juice and vinegar to a sugar syrup coating that was rolled in sand before insertion. Jan smelled the heavy musk of bitch dogs in heat being applied to the heaving flanks of the pudgy slut next to her, knowing that the slut had been sent to the kennels for the last few days.
But the sunrise surprise that Jan 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 from their own bunkhouse and place it in the center of the circle where the shitslaves would kneel and use their own hair to stir the mixtures of the buckets 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 softened into a paste that was slathered across her back and ass and down her thighs with by the ‘mop’ of the shitslave’s hair, then the slave was brought around to Jan’s head to wring out the mop over her face and hair.
The previous day, after receiving the day slop treatment, Jan and another slut were cuffed and collared with a twelve-inch chain between cuffs and another twelve-inch chain connecting to the front of the collar. They were then herded with a crop out to the wide lawn below the expansive residence of the Sisters and Ladies. They were told to kneel at a broad flagstone walk leading to the formal gardens below. Jan could smell the lovely fragrance of new-mown grass and see the smooth carpet of lawn. They were each given a small paintbrush and told to clean the walk. The lawn mowing had left small blades of grass across the walk and they were expected to brush it clean. And since their dirty, shitty legs were not allowed to touch the walk, they were to remain on their feet and bend in a quite uncomfortable crouching squat in order to reach the walk with the brush. The day before that, they had been led to a stone wall that extended for a hundred yards or so along edge of the gardens. They had each been given a worn pair of scissors and told to trim the grass that the mower couldn’t reach at the edges of the wall. At least on that day they could crawl on knees or squat on their haunches as they worked.
But on neither of the two days could they reach the irritating buzz of flies and other insects that hovered and landed on their backsides. Between the stench, the sting of sweat on recent welts and the constant ‘bath of bugs,’ as Lady Margaret had called it as she rode by them with her body slaves following along; it was a truly miserable way to spend the day. They had been given a water break two or three times, Jan wasn’t quite sure, but no food. Jan had been able to pee carefully as she sidled along the stone wall on one day, but on the next she had no such opportunity. The slut guards seemed to know that as well, and they made sure that the two sluts had a water break every hour, each forced to drink from a metal pan set on the other’s back to be reached a bit more easily, and thus more water consumed and with no opportunity for relief.
All through her various ordeals, Jan thought she would go crazy with the incessant jingle of the two pairs of silver bells that hung from her recent nipple piercing. The barbell studs protruded from either side of the nipples with the bells hanging freely 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 least Jan thought it was three days. It was very hard to keep track of how long she had been at this place.
Dave took the familiar looking envelope from the mailbox and practically sprinted to the computer, pulling the disk out as he ran. He slapped it into the slot and sat back to watch as the image pulled back from a close up of a nipple pierced through by a huge needle to see that the nipple belonged to Jan as its travel was followed by insertion of a silver bar. The camera angle widened to show Jan kneeling and strapped against a low table with her tits held tightly in a yoke clamp. Dave noticed that the other tit had already been pierced with the protruding sliver bar in place. Then Sister Flogger’s ample ass came into the camera shot as she hung a tiny silver bell on either end of the bar before screwing a small ball onto the end to hold the bell in place. She gave each breast a good slap as she finished up. The pained wince on Jan’s face was quite visible to Dave as he watched Flogger giggle, then turn back and give each tit another slap to hear the tinkle of the bells accompanied by her own laughter.
“Easy to keep track of her with these in,” Sister Flogger chortled. “And you’ll get the chance to see them in the flesh, so to speak, in just a few days. In the meantime, enjoy the view,” Flogger smiled as the camera followed her around the table to see Jan’s backside.
“I know I enjoy it, immensely!” Flogger’s throaty laugh was followed by the swish and slap of her heavy flogger against the welts already on Jan’s ass. “Keep you posted on your new slave’s debut.” The image faded out as Dave hit the replay button.
Jan remained bent over and spreading her ass cheeks as she saw Sister Flogger’s familiar boots approach from the side. She felt a leash being snapped to her collar then pulling her up to stand and follow along. 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’s leash. So today they make me a “slave,” Jan thought. It’s about time.
“You will be tested on your training to obedience before our Supreme Mistress Evelyn,” Sister Flogger instructed as they walked toward the Mansion. “If you show the slightest faltering or failing, 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 to describe. Got it?”
“Yes, Mistress, thank you Mistress,” Jan replied, genuinely grateful for her impending “promotion” as she struggled to keep up with Flogger. As they approached the front of the Mansion, Sister Flogger steered over to a side door and knocked. The door was opened by an older woman wearing a grey wool kilt and nothing else.
“Clean her and prep her for the presentation and plucking,” Flogger ordered, tossing the leash loop to the woman and turning to go. “See you soon slave j, and don’t dare disappoint me.”
“Yes, Mistress, this slave thanks the Mistress,” Jan answered, inwardly smiling at the idea that she had been referred to as “slave j.” A name, even a slave name, at last, she thought. At last.
To be continued ...
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