Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story

Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story Part 2 Michelle’s Story Chapter 58

By Redlegtiger and Guilty Karma

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Chapter 58, The Bitchpup Class

It was a week before Lisa, Michelle or I was really aware of anything again.  They had taken us straight to the school clinic after knocking us out with that shot.  They had been running antibiotics and tending the wounds and insect bites that we had been subjected to.  We weren’t put into a coma or anything but we were kept so drugged up and were so exhausted physically and mentally that we slept most of the time.  The times that we were awake, we were so doped that we weren’t really aware of anything around us. 

Each of us thought we dreamed of Lisa’s mom taking care of us during that time.  The dreams were exactly the same for each of us in that she would clean us up each day.  She would feed us a thick liquid through an oversized baby bottle.  She would administer all of the medicines that we were being given.  In short she did absolutely everything for us while we were out of it. 

The first morning of the second week in the clinic, we were allowed to wake up and stay awake.  We were on a ten foot tether connected to the bed we were on.  It was long enough that Michelle and I could move over to Lisa’s bunk, which was exactly half way between our bunks.  I was the second one to wake up.  When I did I heard sniffling and crying coming from my right.  I looked that way and saw Lisa curled up in a fetal position sobbing and crying.  Her body was wracked with what was obviously her misery.

I immediately knew what the problem was as my last waking memory came back to me.  It’s a memory that will never fade or go away.  The realization that all three of us had been so conditioned that we would actually kill someone when ordered is devastating enough to a thirteen year old girl.  But to have the victim be your very own mother was cruel beyond words and was nothing short of pure evil.  I knew that Lisa had to be mentally devastated. I too began to cry and sob.  I didn’t curl up though.  I knew that as bad as I was hurting psychologically, Lisa was hurting even more.  It was her mother that we had killed.  I got up and went over to her bed and curled up with her and we cried holding each other.  There was nothing we could say to each other that would take the hurt away so we didn’t even try.  We just held each other and cried.

We had been like that for over an hour when we felt the bed move and an arm reached over Lisa.  That set us off again in a round of sobbing that was almost uncontrollable.  There was no one in the clinic all morning which was strange.  I realize now that they were giving us time to process what had happened and come to terms with it.  When we heard a noise coming from the entrance to the clinic, we all three sat up rubbing the tears from our eyes.

We watched as Angie came in carrying a tray with three dog dishes filled with slave gruel.  She brought them in and set them on the floor beside our beds.  She went over to a sink where there were three additional bowls and filled each one with water and set them by our beds.  Then she stepped back and waited.

We were shocked at what we saw when we looked at her.  She was bruised over every square inch of her body.  She had heavy metal shackles on her ankles with about two foot of heavy chain connecting them.  She had similar shackles and chain on her wrists connected by a similar heavy chain.  She also had a heavy metal collar on her neck with a heavy metal loop on either side to connect things to.  She had a vacant look in her eyes.  She had obviously been through some hellish torture and without someone to rely on for help it had really done a number on her. 

She stared at the wall behind our beds not even looking at us and said, “You have ten minutes to eat and drink lunch.  After that I will take away your bowls.”

I got off of Lisa’s bed and tried to walk over and give Angie a hug but she was standing just out of reach.  When I couldn’t go any further I said, “Angie, come here so I can hug you.  We’re here for you now.  We’ll help you get through this.”

I saw a brief flicker of awareness and desire to believe what I just said as her eyes quickly came and met mine but she immediately turned them back to the wall and stared as she repeated what she said before as if she were a mind numbed robot.  Whatever they had done to her or were still doing to her was having a tremendous effect on her.  I told her, “When we are allowed to, we promise that we will be there for you and everyone else.  No one should have to endure this hell without support from someone who cares for them.  Whatever they’re doing to you Angie, understand that the bitchpups care for you and are here for you.  Don’t ever think that you’re alone.  When they are doing their worst to you, remember that we love you no matter what.”

Angie kept staring at the wall but I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks.  She had heard and that was what was important at the moment.  I was sure that they had told her not to talk to us or she would have at that point.  I turned around and went to my dog bowls and ate and drank everything.  It was the first real food that any of the bitchpups had eaten since the beginning of the punishment.  That’s how we all came to think of that time, ‘The Punishment’.  Everything else that ever happened to us in the future was compared to ‘The Punishment’.  It put a whole new perspective on what they were doing to us. 

After we ate, Angie picked up the bowls and left without saying another word.  She returned pushing a cart that had our text books on it.  She put each of our books on our bed along with our notebooks and blank paper and pens. She didn’t say a thing to us the entire time.  When she was finished she went back to that same spot she stood at before and while staring at the wall said, “Mid terms are next week.  You have missed two weeks of classes and must make them up.  Your assignments for those two weeks and for this week are in the front of each of your text books.  You are expected to have all of your school work done by the end of this week.  You will be expected to take the midterms along with everyone else.  There will be no leniency made for failure to get the grades expected of a Clearview student.  At the end of the midterm week will be the schools first official basketball game of the season.  You will take part in a special celebration if the team wins or looses.  The nature of the celebration will be determined by how well you do on your grades.”

After that little speech, Angie turned and left but I saw her eyes turn and lock onto mine just briefly.  I could tell in that look that she had taken to heart what I had told her.  She had something to grab onto now.  She knew that she wasn’t forsaken.  I will never forget the difference in the look she gave before and then.  I watched as she walked away.  I stood there staring at the door for a minute and then turned and walked to my bed.  I looked at Lisa and Michelle sitting on Lisa’s bed again.  I told Michelle, “Get your books and get back on the bed with Lisa.  We are going to ace those tests if I have anything to do about it.  We’ve spent enough time crying and feeling miserable about ourselves.  We have each other and there is absolutely nothing in the world that will ever change that.  If we have to study all day and all night for the next week to catch up and ace our midterms then that is what we will do.”

I went to my bed and grabbed my books and joined them on Lisa’s bed.  We studied our asses off day and night for that week.  We were caught up with our homework by Wednesday, including writing a paper for English.  The topic was one of our choosing so I told Lisa and Michelle that each of us should write in our own words about our experiences and how we will never do anything to invoke that kind of punishment again.  It was a hard paper for us to write and there were a lot of tears doing it but it gave us a chance to vent and get the experience behind us and let them know that we learned from what happened.  The rest of the week after Wednesday was spent studying for the midterms.  We had the schedule of when each test would be so we prioritized and prepared in order. 

Early Saturday afternoon before midterms, we were allowed back in our dorm room.  When we came down that hall, all of our classmates lined up outside of their doors.  After the Doms left the floor, our room was flooded by our classmates who came and hugged us and told us how glad they were we made it through the punishment and how they realized how important we were to them.  We thanked them for their support, especially during our little parade around the field and how important that was for our motivation. 

Michelle was the one that noticed that Angie still wasn’t there.  When she asked where she was and what she was being punished for, her roommate Mara started bawling.  I looked over at her and she was wracked with sobs.  Everyone else was staring at her.  I realized that something had happened that only Mara knew about.  I quickly shooed everyone else out of the room including Lisa and Michelle.  When they were gone I went up to her and hugged her and whispered so only she could hear me, “I can tell that something happened and you feel guilty about it.  Do you want to tell me what happened?  I promise that we will try and make things right again.”

She blurted out, “Angie is being punished for something I did but it was an accident.  I didn’t know that this would happen to her or I wouldn’t have blamed her.”

I was confused and asked, “Could you give me the short version.  We saw her in the clinic and she was in terrible shape.  She needs our help as soon as possible or she’s not going to make it.”

Mara broke down again and said, “That’s what they said.  They said that she had already had too many chances and that she was going to be used as a drudge slave until she died.  They said that she would most likely last only a couple of months…… AND IT’S ALL MY FAULT!!!!!”  She broke down crying and sobbing again.

I took her by both shoulders and shook her and asked, “WHAT DID YOU DO?” as firmly as I could staring her in the eyes from about two inches.

She looked startled and said, “Angie had only been back about a day and a half after she was strung up in the maze and she had been really following orders well since then too.  The second day after she was back I blew a pop quiz in math.  I didn’t study the night before like I should have and I was mad because I knew that I would be punished extra that night.  We left Math Hall together and went down the path alongside the building toward Science Hall.  As we were crawling along I wasn’t paying attention and my hand came down on a sharp rock and it cut me.  I was so mad that I picked up the rock and through it at a tree that was growing by the building.  The rock ricocheted off of the tree and broke a window in the building.  Angie had no idea what I had done and only heard the glass breaking.  She looked at the window and then at me confused.  When the Calculus teacher came out and stopped the two of us, I was afraid and I blurted out ‘She did it.’  Angie stared at me in shock but the teacher didn’t say anything else.  He took us both to Mistress Brittany without asking any questions.  He told her that we had broken a window in Math Hall.  Mistress Brittany blew up at Angie immediately and didn’t give me a chance to say anything.  She immediately yelled at Angie, “You knew what the results would be if you ever got in serious trouble again and now you do this.  You are going to be a drudge slave in the kitchen until you die.  The rest of your life will be as miserable and as useful to the school as we can make it.  Your job will be to clean the kitchen continuously on your hands and knees with nothing more than your mouth.  I told you that last time and this is what you do. By the time she was done yelling, two Doms came in and took Angie away.  I was crying and tried to tell Mistress Brittany that it was my fault but she told me to shut up and bend over her desk.  Since it was my first offense she caned me 100 times all over my body.  I was such a crying mess after she was done that I didn’t have a chance to say anything to her before she had me taken to the dungeon.  I was punished for two days for breaking the window.  When I got back I went up to the Dom and tried to tell him about Angie and was caned for even mentioning her name so I didn’t say anything about it again.”

Mara was bawling uncontrollably now.  But I had what I needed to know.  If one of us went to the Dom, I was sure they wouldn’t listen.  I figured the only way to get Mistress Brittany to come talk to us was for all of us to ask.  I stuck my head out of the door and saw Lisa and Michelle kneeling across the hall from the room down far enough so they couldn’t hear.  I told them to get everyone to our room as soon as possible. 

When I had everyone there I explained what happened to Angie.  The dirty looks Mara was given would have melted steel.  I told them that she had tried to tell them that it wasn’t Angie’s fault but they never gave her a chance.  I explained to them how she tried afterwards and was punished for it and that got a bunch of looks as if a piece of a puzzle just fit into place.  Then I explained to them what I thought we could do together to help Angie and that I thought it was risky but the only way that I thought we could help Angie. 

They all agreed to my plan after a little reminding of what the bitchpups’ were risking compared to the rest of them.  We all crawled down to the Dom at the end of the floor and we assumed the perfect slave’s position to ask a question.  The Dom had never had the entire class come to him before and he was a bit shocked.  After he recovered, he asked what we wanted.  I told him that we as a class wished an audience with Mistress Brittany.  We told him that we needed to inform her of a very important situation concerning the punishment of one of the 7th grade class. 

The Dom tried to get us to tell him so he could pass it on and I said, “A member of this class has tried before and was punished for even asking to speak to Mistress Brittany.  This time, all of us are asking for an audience with Mistress Brittany so she can have important information about an incident for which a slave is being punished.  This information is only for Mistress Brittany as she is the one that handled the incident and determined the punishment for the slave.  We humbly ask again for an audience with Mistress Brittany.”

After several more times of trying to get us to tell him what it was all about he began caning me.  When I still refused, he began to cane others to get them to tell him.  They all took my cue and refused to say anything.  After failing that he picked up the cell phone and called Mistress Brittany. 

Several minutes later, Mistress Brittany came up to the 7th Grade floor furious that her Saturday afternoon was being interrupted.  I saw the look on her face and almost said never mind but I couldn’t do that to Angie.  When she asked why her afternoon of playing with her slaves was interrupted I answered, “Mistress Brittany, there has been a terrible misunderstanding that has led to a punishment decision that is excessive for a slave that is a member of this class.  She is being blamed for something she knew nothing about.  She just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.  One of the 7th graders was having a bad day and picked up a rock and threw it at a tree in frustration.  That rock ricocheted off of the tree and broke a window.  There were two slaves together but one had no idea what the other had done.  They were both caught there by a teacher and taken to you for punishment without a chance to explain.  They have both been punished, but one had a history of failing to obey the rules and having just returned from a very severe punishment, she was given a punishment leading to termination.  I’m sure that you are aware that I am talking about Angie Mistress.  She is innocent of having anything to do with the breaking of the glass.  Mara tried to ask to see you to clear up the misunderstanding and was punished for even asking the Hall Monitor to be allowed to talk to you.  When we as a class came to ask for an audience with you to explain, the Dom refused to get you and caned all of us for only asking to see you.  We are all willing to take on whatever additional punishment you deem is necessary for asking to see you on your time off in order for Angie to be released from being a drudge slave.  We will all assume responsibility for her and will help her to become one of the most perfect slaves this school has ever seen.  Please release Angie to us Mistress.”

We knelt there in silence for a moment as Mistress Brittany looked over the class until she found Mara.  She asked, “Is it true?”

Mara shakily answered, “Yes Mistress.”

Mistress Brittany immediately turned to the Hall Monitor and told him, “I want all three hall monitors in my office immediately.”  Mistress Brittany stormed off after that without saying anything else. 

I figured that the bitchpups were toast and that the rest of the class was going to be punished in mass.  I told them all that we tried and that the best thing to do was to go to our rooms and study.  I asked if everyone was ready for the tests on Monday and only half the class acknowledged that they were.  I told them all to get their books and meet at the end of the hallway for study time. 

In short order, all of the class was sitting at the end of the hall and we began to go over the material for the test Monday Morning.  About an hour and a half later, a Dom we hadn’t seen on the floor before came in with Angie in tow. She was missing all of the steel shackles that she was wearing when we saw her in the clinic.  When they got to the beginning of our hallway, the Dom released her and went to take a seat at the Monitor’s desk.  I told the class to stay there and took Lisa and Michelle with me to meet Angie. 

When we got to her Michelle was the first to launch into her and hug her.  She whispered something in her ear that we couldn’t hear and Angie immediately broke down crying and hugged her as tightly as anyone I have ever seen.  I later found out that she had whispered, “Aminda saved you”. 

Lisa and I joined in the hug and I whispered to Angie, “I told you that we loved you and wouldn’t ever leave you.”

Angie shook her head in acknowledgement as she cried on Michelle’s Shoulder.  After almost a half hour, she finally let go and looked at us.  She immediately said, “Thank you.  You saved my life.  There’s also something that you three need to know though.  I know what you were made to do at the end of your punishment.  I want you three to know that Lisa’s mom isn’t dead.  The knives they gave you were fake knives. The blade retracted when you struck her and only cut her superficially.  They injected her with a drug to make her appear as if she died.  That’s why they immediately knocked you out before you had a chance to tell she was still alive.  She thinks you all hate her so much that she has given up and wishes she were dead.  They have made her a drudge slave for the school.  All of the slaves that maintain the school’s grounds have liberty to use her however they see fit every night.  I just wanted you to know that you didn’t kill her.”

Lisa launched herself at Angie and hugged her like she had been hugging Michelle just a few minutes earlier.  Finally I asked Angie if she was ready for the tests next week.  She said that all she had missed was the last week.  Otherwise she had been caught up during her first week when we had been kept in the clinic.  I sent her to her room to get her books and meet us at the end of the hallway.  When she arrived, the first person waiting there for her was Mara.  She hugged her tightly and cried as she apologized over and over again.  Angie just held her and let her cry.  She accepted her apology and told her to not throw any more rocks when she was around.  They both giggled a bit as Mara wiped her tears from her eyes while shaking her head yes.  They took each other’s hand and joined the rest of us.  After a few minutes of welcome back, we all got busy studying. 

We studied for hours the rest of Saturday and Sunday.  We broke off studying at lights out.  We continued to study like that every night during Midterm week.  We had two tests on Monday, one test on Tuesday, two tests on Wednesday and one test on Thursday and Friday.  All tests were finished by lunch time on Friday and then there was an assembly and pep rally for the basketball team’s first game in the afternoon. 

When we got to the assembly hall Friday afternoon, the midterm grades had been determined and were announced.  When they announced the overall grade average for each class, the 7th grade female slaves had the highest grade average.  Individually we only had two students with a B average.  The bitchpups and Angie weren’t one of the two.  All four of us had straight A’s which was remarkable considering everything we had been through. 

The slaves from the other classes that had C averages were assigned Dom tutors.  The payment for the tutors was that the slave being tutored had to live with the Dom and was his slave until the end of the term.  If the slave hadn’t attained an A average by then, she/he was assigned a new tutor and the original Dom lost all access to slaves during the next term for not properly caring for the slave under their charge.  Those slaves with B’s received double the punishment until the end of term when end of term grades would determine the next terms punishment regimen.  It was wonderful that we hadn’t lost a single classmate because of grades.  We also set a precedent for how we would study from then on.  The 7th grade girl’s goal was to get straight A’s for everyone by the end of term.  The other big announcement was that the 7th graders had earned the right to wear the school uniform except when they were assigned their training week.  That is everyone but the bitchpups which would of course be naked with the shock collars on and the dildo flogger in their ass.  That was something they hadn’t given us at the clinic when we returned to the dorm.  They wanted us to have a chance to catch up with our grades before they began that phase of our punishment.

After the grades were announced, the assembly turned into a pep rally for the basketball team.  The game was at the school’s Field House.  It was a game with a regular school so there would be no slaves in attendance in the nude.  All slaves would be in their school uniform for the game.  The rally was what you would expect at any other school until the very end.  That’s when the coach announced that there would be a special reward for the basketball team if they won.  He announced, “As a special motivation for our team, we have determined that if they win the game they will have the privilege of enjoying some of our 7th Grade slaves for the evening.  The slaves that have been selected for this honor are none other than the bitchpups.  I want the bitchpups up on stage right now so the team can see what they will get as a reward.”

Lisa, Michelle and I got up from our seats and began crawling to the stage.  What we didn’t see behind us was that Angie also got up and began to crawl up with us.  A few moments later Mara crawled out behind Angie.  That started a flood and the entire 7th grade class began crawling up to the stage.  It seemed that the number of bitchpups had just multiplied.

When we got to the stage we saw the surprise in the coach’s and the players’ faces.  We turned to look and saw all of our classmates coming up to the stage to join us.  You have no idea how good that made us feel.  The coach finally got over his surprise and announced, “I see we have a few extra volunteers to help motivate our players.  That is what I call team spirit.  Everyone give the 7th graders a hand for volunteering to urge our team on to victory.  The rest of the assembly was all about motivation and increasing team spirit.  Each member of the team got the chance to go up to each of the 7th graders and feel them up.  They weren’t allowed to receive pleasure of any kind as that would sap their energy for the game. 

After the assembly was over we were all sent back to our room to change into our school clothes.  When we got to our rooms to get dressed we found that there was a fairly modest school uniform hanging on the wall.  The skirt came to mid thigh and the blouse actually was a solid white and not opaque like the one we had worn to school.  We got dressed in the uniform that had been left for us and then waited outside of our room until a Dom came up to get us.

Twenty minutes before game time we were all escorted to the Field House for the Game.  It was the first normal thing that I can remember ever doing during our stay at Clearview.  We were putting a normal face onto Clearview for the rest of the world.  For anyone attending the game from the visiting team, it looked like a typical private prep school.  With what is happening now, I guess the truth is finally going to get out thanks to Karen. 

The game was a close one throughout.  There was a constant give and take of the score throughout the game.  The team was behind by three points with five minutes to spare.  I called all of the 7th grade girls together and we discussed what we could do to motivate the team to put forth that little extra effort.  When we all agreed on what we could do I went to our Dom and explained to him.  He liked the idea and took me over to the coach.  I whispered in his ear what we wanted to do and he agreed pending Mistress Lynn’s approval.  He flagged her down to the sideline and explained our little plan and she approved wholeheartedly with a laugh.  She ruffled my hair when she turned and returned to her seat.  It was the first sign of approval she had given to any of the new slave students.

The coach called time with two and a half minutes left.  We were still three points behind.  The coach let me explain to the players what their motivation was.  I said, “The bitchpup class thinks you all need a little more motivation to win.  I know you were promised the night with us if we win but we have talked it over and don’t think that is enough.  If you win you will find waiting in the locker room, every bitchpup classmate stripped naked kneeling on all fours in a circle.  We will have music going and you will start by fucking two strokes in a slave’s pussy, then pull out and fuck two strokes in that slave’s ass and then pull out and go to the slave’s head and fuck two strokes in the slave’s mouth.  The coach will keep track of the order in which each player cums.  The one that lasts the longest will get his choice of which slave he wants to have for the weekend.  The players will continue to choose until each one of you has a slave to play with until Sunday night.  After that the coach will choose two slaves for himself and then the players start choosing again until the slaves are all exhausted.  But that is only if you win.  So instead of you only getting three slaves for the entire team for one night as was originally planned, most of you will get more than one slave to play with however you see fit for the weekend.  Now go out there and win.  The bitchpup class wants to have a fun weekend with all of you.”

You could see the anticipation on the team as I told them what we were going to do.  The coach sent all of the first team back in and you could tell that they were a lot more motivated than they were before.  In two and a half minutes they not only made up the three points they were behind but they outscored the other team 13 to 4.  The bitchpup class, as our classmates asked to be called, went to the locker room immediately after play had resumed.  We all stripped and did as we had discussed.  All of our clothes were collected by our Dom and we waited.  We could tell from the cheers that the team was doing well.  When the buzzer sounded and we heard a loud uproar, we knew the team had won. 

The bitchpup class was ready and when the team came running in, excited at having won a hard earned victory, they saw all of the 7th grade class kneeling like they had been promised.  The coach stopped them before they could get started and made them all go take a shower.  Fifteen minutes later, the team was ready.  The coach started the music and the fucking round robin began.  It took thirty four minutes for every player to cum.  When the first players chose their slave for the weekend, the first was me, then Michelle, Lisa and then the rest.  Angie and Mara were chosen by the coach.  I think he had a thing for Angie.  I found out later that he use to live next door to her parents and that he had been wanting a shot at her for years. 

After the players chose their bitchpup or pups for the weekend, we were all dismissed.  It was in fact a fun weekend for all of us compared to our normal activities.  There wasn’t one single player that tried to whip or punish one of the slaves.  As a matter of fact they seemed to go out of their way to give us as many orgasms as we could stand.  Their goal seemed to be to get us to beg them to stop giving us orgasms.  I don’t think anyone did but the Doms sure tried.

When we all got back to our hall on Sunday evening for dinner we compared notes.  We decided that someone had told the Players that they weren’t allowed to torture us other than with pleasure.  We decided that it was because of the fact that it was our idea and we didn’t put any limits on it.  We were willing to do whatever it took for the team to win.  That is the quality that they want in a slave.  We decided as a class that we would continue to seek out opportunities to volunteer.  We figured that if we did, they might let up on us.

The following Monday did start out totally different for the bitchpup class.  It ended the hellish introduction to a slave’s life and drastically reduced the punishment.  That was a great thing for us original bitchpups.  It also started the normal training program for the new slaves.  They basically became regular students that wore the original school uniform with short skirt without panties, see through blouse, bobby socks and patent leather 3 inch pumps.  That is for everyone except for Lisa, Michelle and me.  We were to begin wearing the shock collar and the dildo flogger in our ass.  We did still wear the bobby socks and the shoes though. 

The next morning the Dom that came to take us to our morning physical training announced that Angie and Mara would be the ones to go through the first official week of slave training.  I was worried for Angie after what she had been through so far and not knowing what the training consisted of. 

After exercising, I made a point to seek out Angie and remind her that we were there for her to help her get through.  She hugged me and reassured me that she could handle it now.  That she would show them what a perfect slave she could be and that she appreciated our support.  I told her to let any one of us know if she needed help with anything.  She agreed but said she thought she could stand whatever they threw at her.  I hoped she was right.  It must have been horrible as a drudge slave for her to accept this with such strength.  I guessed that what had happened to her there was so bad that anything else paled in comparison.

When we got back to the dorms, we quickly cleaned up and went to our rooms.  The three of us found the dildo floggers and the shock collars laid out on our sleeping mats.  I took a deep breath and picked up the flogger.  When I saw Lisa and Michelle both standing there looking at their flogger in their hands I went up behind Michelle and said, “Would you like a little help with that my Shelle?”

Michelle shook her head yes without saying anything so I took my flogger and sucked the dildo handle until it was dripping with saliva and then I put my hand on her back and pushed forward as I leaned in and whispered “Bend over for me”.  She bent over and reached back to spread her ass cheeks exposing her little anal rosebud to me.  I put the head of the dildo handle to her ass hole and began to gently press in with steady pressure.  The dildo slipped in easily and then I fucked it in and out with my right hand while I reached around and began to play with her clit with the left.  I soon drove her over the edge into a good cum and let her go. 

When I was done with Michelle I turned to Lisa who was standing there with the flogger in one hand and fingering herself with the other.  I asked, “I take it you would like the same treatment Lis (pronounced like lease)?”

Lisa shook her head yes while she continued to finger herself.  I took her dildo and walked behind her and did the same with her that I did with Michelle until she had a good cum.  After she came I told them, “Shelle, you fuck my ass with the flogger and Lis, you get down and suck me off to a good cum.”  They had me cumming in a couple of minutes.  When we were done we put the shock collars on and the silver dildos in our cunts along with the shoes and socks.

The whole process had only taken about five minutes so we were still ready to go with plenty of time.  I turned to both Lis and Shelle and said, “Being that we have a little time before we have to go to class I have something to say.  You both have declared your love for me and asked me to choose between you.  I hope you understand after the punishment that I love you both unconditionally.  You both have pledged to obey me and said that there is nothing you wouldn’t do for me.  Miss Brittany made me responsible for you Shelle but she didn’t make me responsible for you Lis.  But based on your letter, I accept that responsibility that you declared that you wanted to give me.  You both will obey me or be punished.  I promise that I will be good to you both because I love you both with all of my heart but I want you to understand that being as I am assuming responsibility for your actions, I want you to ask me permission before you decide to do anything that is not specifically ordered by a master or Mistress.  Shelle, you have to obey the other slaves as well because that is what Mistress Brittany declared.  I promise that I will do all that I can to lessen your exposure to that.  Being at all of the Doms’ mercy is bad enough.  You are my subs and I am your Dom from this moment on.  The names I used just now are my nicknames for you.  I don’t want anyone else to call you by those names without my permission.  You are to call me ‘My Minda’ from now on.  Do you understand my loves?”

Both Lis and Shelle didn’t hesitate a second.  They both said at the same time with shit-eating grins on their faces, “Yes My Minda”.  They then rushed into my wide open arms and we had ourselves a group hug.  When we released each other, all three of us had tears of happiness on our faces.  I wiped mine off and said, “Let’s go see how Angie and Mara are doing.”

We crawled down the hall to Angie’s room.  Michelle was in the lead and I must say that she made a sight with the flogger in her ass.  I thought that we would look like dogs with the floggers in our asses but with the long hair and the several strands of the flogger, I changed my mind and decided that we looked more like little horses than dogs.  I quietly said loud enough for the other two to hear, “They should call us the bitchponies instead of the bitchpups.  That’s what we look like with these floggers in our butts.”

I heard snickers coming from the other two as well as from half of the hall.  It seems that the others found what I said was funny.  When we got to Angie’s room I went in while the other two stayed in the hallway.  Angie smiled at me like she didn’t have a care in the world and said, “Hi headpony.  We’re ready for day one of training.”

This was something new for Angie.  She hadn’t smiled since school had started.  This was the first genuine smile that I had seen on her face.  I asked, “Are you sure you are ready for this.  I don’t know what the training is like but I’m sure that it isn’t going to be fun.  We’re all worried for you.”

Angie smiled and said, “After being a drudge slave for almost two weeks, I can handle anything they throw at us.  I promise that everything will be okay.  I don’t know about my roomie here though.  I think she’s worrying a bit too much.  Besides, if it gets too bad, I know I have you three there for me.  You don’t know how much I love you guys, you in particular Aminda.  When I crawled up on stage last Friday in the assembly, I did it because I really do consider myself a bitchpup in every way.  From now on, when you three are punished, I’ll be right there with you.”  She stepped up to me and hugged me and finished by whispering, “I belong to you now just as much as Lis and Shelle.  I’m sorry but I was coming down to see if you guys were ready and accidentally overheard you.  So you better pick a name for me because I swear I love you and will obey you no matter what.  I would be dead soon if it wasn’t for you so I owe you my very life and give it to you.”

I was stunned.  I cried at being so loved by Lis and Shelle and now Angie.  I pulled back and with my hands on her shoulders I looked her in the eyes.  I could see the love and adoration in her face and as she shook her head yes to me.  I closed my eyes for a minute as I debated whether or not I wanted to accept responsibility for yet another person’s life.  It didn’t take long as I thought about what Angie would possibly do if I rejected her.  I couldn’t in good conscience do that to her.  I pulled her to me in a bear hug and said, “I accept your love and responsibility for you as long as you obey me like Lis and Shelle.  Do you agree Ange?”  The answer I got was a bear hug to end all bear hugs.  I knew she was happy.  We finally broke up and her grin was bigger than I have ever seen it.  She turned to grab Mara’s hand, who was looking at us with confusion about what was going on and we left the room. 

The rest of the bitchpup class was waiting in the hall for us.  We all went down the hall and as we turned the corner to begin crawling down the stairs the Dom said, “You all are no longer required to crawl up or down stairs or once you’re outside.  You only have to crawl inside the buildings now.  Now get to class before you’re all late.”

You never saw a happier group of thirteen year old girls.  We all got up and began to run down the stairs.  I was in the lead with Lis, Shelle and Ange right behind me.  When we got to the bottom of the stairs I got down on all fours and crawled to the door to the quad.  Once out of the door, I stood up and we all began to walk to class together.  We were going down the ramp to the left to go to Academic hall when the silver dildos went off in our cunts.

Lisa and I hardly felt anything because we were so used to being shocked from the maze.  Michelle on the other hand was surprised and let out a short squeal of pain that was abruptly cut off by the shock collar.  A Dom was close by and when he looked in the direction of the sound he smiled and came up to us.  Michelle had bent over from the pain of the shock and the Dom yanked her flogger out of her ass and told her, “Don’t move from that position.”  He made her suck the dildo clean and then gave her the requisite ten swats on the ass.  He hit her hard too.  Shelle didn’t cry out or scream though.  She just gritted her teeth and took her punishment.  When the Dom was done he shoved the handle of the flogger back in her ass and went on his way.  We continued our way to our first class.

Our first class of the day was English.  When we entered the room, we noticed that there were two rows of dildos on the desk in front of the classroom.  We took our seats and when the last bell rang the teacher said, “I want our two trainees to get up here now.”

The teacher waited until the both Angie and Mara were up in front of the class and in the kneeling slave’s position.  She began giving instructions saying, “Now for the first year training, you will learn to take cocks of any size in all three holes of your body.  The goal of the training is to make you loose enough to take even the largest cock in all of your holes at the same time.  At the same time we want your cunts trained enough to be able to take the smallest cock and make you seem like the virginal 13 year olds you use to be.  The dildos on the desk start at eight inches long and two inches wide.  They increase in length by one inch intervals up to 14 inches.  They increase in width by quarter inch intervals up to three and a half inches wide. The largest of the dildos is 14 inches long and 3 ½ inches wide.  You will be given five minutes to start with the smallest of the dildos.  You must fully insert it at least twice before you move on to the next size.  This is a competition so the one that gets to the largest dildo the quickest will be the winner.  The loser will receive five swats for size difference in dildos or five swats for each 15 second interval difference if you get to the same size cock when the timer goes off.  At the end of each class the winner will whip the loser the appropriate number of swats.  The type of whip or other device will change each day.  You will leave the dildo that is in your cunt when the five minute alarm goes off in for the rest of the day.  In the next hour’s class you will do the same thing with dildos in your ass.  In the third hour class you will do the same with dildos in your mouth.  Fourth hour will be different types of tit clamps and fifth hour clit clamps.  The sixth hour will focus on providing pleasure to different types of cocks or cunts individually or in groups.  This will go on all week until on Saturday there will be one last little competition between the two trainees.  The winner will get to decide the fate of the loser for the remainder of the weekend.  I will start the timer when I say go.  Three… two… one… GO.”

Angie and Mara quickly got up off of the floor and grabbed the first of the dildos.  Angie had a distinct advantage over Mara because of her time as a drudge slave where she was fucked by cocks of all sizes and fisted by many of the male slaves, both large and small.  Angie quickly inserted the 8 inch dildo in and fucked herself twice.  She sucked the dildo clean before putting it on the desk and grabbing the nine inch dildo.  She had the nine inch one all of the way in her cunt before Mara had finished with the first dildo.

Mara started to put the dildo on the desk without cleaning and the teacher made her suck it clean first before she was allowed to progress to the next one.  By the time she was pushing the nine inch dildo into her cunt, Angie was pushing the ten inch dildo into her cunt.  Mara struggled with the nine inch cock.  The largest live cock she had ever taken was a seven inch one while Angie had been fucked by dogs and horses before.  Mara had a hard time forcing the nine inch cock into her cunt using just her hand.  She kept pushing and stopping to let herself adjust. 

Angie on the other hand took cock after cock and fucked her cunt with it the two times required without any struggle.  She didn’t even slow down until the twelve inch cock.  She finished with it and had inserted the thirteen inch cock all of the way in the first time when the alarm went off.  She looked at Mara and saw that she only had about a fourth of the ten inch dildo in her cunt. 

The teacher announced, “The winner for today is dumbcunt.  She managed to get up to the thirteen inch dildo while squealerbitch only managed to get to the nine inch dildo.  You have to have the next dildo fully seated for it to count.  Dumbcunt, I want you to help squealerbitch to get that ten inch dildo into her cunt and then sit down.  You will give her twenty strokes of the cane at the end of class.”

Angie forced the ten inch dildo in by pushing it in hard with the heel of her hand.  Mara cried in pain as the dildo was forced in.  They took their seats when they were done and the class went on for the rest of the hour as normal.  For the last five minutes of the class, Mara had to lean over the desk while Angie caned her across her buttocks.  Angie didn’t hold back anything either.  It looked like she was putting all of her strength into every swing.  I think she was trying to get rid of all of her pent up anger at Mara’s betrayal that caused her to be made into a drudge slave.  Mara was a crying, blubbering mess by the time the caning was over. Her ass was covered with dark red welts and a few small cuts that were dribbling blood.

When the bell rang, we headed to Math class which was on the second floor of Math hall.  The teacher’s desk was set up the same as in English the first hour.  Angie and Mara knelt in front of the desk and waited.  When the bell rang, the teacher asked them if they understood what they were supposed to do. Both of them shook their head yes.  The teacher counted down and started the timer when he said go.

They both grabbed the smallest dildo and began to force it in their asshole.  Angie had a bit of difficulty but not nearly as much as Mara.  Angie wasn’t happy with how fast she was able to force the dildo into her ass so she squatted until the dildo was on the ground.  She then let all of her weight go and the dildo sank into her ass quickly.  Angie barely even let out a grunt. 

Mara watched what Angie had done and tried to do the same thing.  She had to bounce up and down on the dildo several times to force it into her tight ass though.  She watched as Angie fucked the first, second and third dildo before she had forced the eight inch dildo completely into her ass once.  Once it was in to the hilt, she struggled to pull it out all of the way.  Once she did she quickly repositioned it at the entrance of her ass and sat down hard onto it.  It went in a lot smoother the second time.  By the time she had sucked the filthy dildo clean and positioned the second one at the entrance of her ass, Angie had already progressed to the eleven inch dildo. 

Mara was crying because she knew that she was going to be punished again.  She lost focus and began to feel sorry for herself.  She just got the second cock into her cunt all of the way for the first time when the timer went off.  Angie hadn’t gotten the twelve inch dildo in halfway yet so there was only three dildo sizes difference between them.  At the end of class, Angie whipped Mara with a flogger fifteen times.  Then we went to our next class which was Miss Traci’s Science Class.

When we got to Science class, Miss Traci was waiting at the door.  When we came in she pulled Lis, Shelle and I aside and reminded us, “I know we went through a hellish experience together and I appreciate the help you all gave me so I could get through.  Understand that that changes nothing when it comes to how I run my classroom.  You will be the perfect model students for me.  I will promise you this though.  If you ever need a teacher to talk to, I will be here for you.  I will do what I can to help you get through the school.  Do you understand what I’m saying?”

We all three answered, “Yes Miss Traci.”  She then shooed us to our seats. 

Angie and Mara were kneeling in front of the desk waiting when the last bell rang.  Miss Traci asked them, “You will now begin your oral training.  I know you were told what to do in first hour so do you want me to explain again or are you ready to get started?”

They both answered, “Let’s get it over with please Miss Traci.”  Mara was still sniffling from her flogging.

Miss Traci counted down and started the timer when she said go.  Both Angie and Traci picked up their eight inch dildo and put it in their mouths.  Again, Angie had the advantage of having been forced to learn to deep throat while Mara had been able to get by without doing it so far.  Mara gagged and wretched with only six inches of the dildo down her throat.  Angie however just sank the cock to the hilt and then fucked it down her throat the two required times.  Angie easily took cock after cock and was actually able to get all of the way to the fourteen inch cock before the time ran out.  Mara hadn’t been able to get past the first one without gagging.  When the time was called Mara screamed in frustration, “It’s not fair” and broke down sobbing.

Angie looked at her roommate with disgust and said, “Don’t be such a cry baby.  It wasn’t fair that I was made a drudge slave for something you did either.  That is where I was raped and tortured with cocks so big they almost ripped me apart.  The only reason I can do this so well is because you blamed me for something you did.  The punishment you are getting by losing these little competitions pales in comparison to what I had to go through.  So don’t tell me it’s not fair.”

The entire class was stunned at Angie’s outburst.  She sank the big fourteen inch dildo back down her throat in as haughty a manner as she could and then got up and stormed to her desk.  Mara just knelt there sobbing uncontrollably at Angie’s outburst.  She had felt sorry for herself before, but now she sobbed out of guilt as the truth of what Angie said hit her hard.  Miss Traci looked to me and nodded her head in Mara’s direction and I understood immediately what she wanted.  I tapped Shelle on her shoulder and we both got up and went to Mara.  We helped her up and led her to her desk.  We returned to ours and class started. 

At the end of class, Miss Traci called Mara up saying.  Dumbcunt and squealerbitch, it’s time to get the punishment out of the way.  Squealer, you get on your back across my desk.  I want the bitchpups up here to hold her with her legs spread out.” 

As we were coming up to do as Miss Traci told us, she pulled a cat-o-nine tails out of one of the drawers in her desk.  She handed it to Angie and was giving her instructions that we couldn’t hear.  But it must have been something to the effect that she had to whip Mara from all angles because that is what she did. Before she allowed Angie to start however, she took the eight inch dildo and forced it down Mara’s throat.  

Angie started by standing between her legs at the right distance so that the tips of the cat hit her tits and chest.  The next strike was from Mara’s left side and hit across her stomach and chest.  Mara was screaming horribly after the second strike.  Angie was holding nothing back in her swings of the whip.  Her next strike she swung the cat down from a position at Mara’s left shoulder and the cat came down across her stomach.  Several strands of the cat wrapped down between her legs and hit her pussy lips and clit.  Mara screamed around the dildo in real agony from the strike of the whip.  Angie moved to her right shoulder and whipped her again with the same result.  She continued to move around Mara and whip her, never whipping from the same spot twice in a row.  It was quite the sight with Angie having a thirteen inch dildo in her cunt, a twelve inch dildo in her ass and a fourteen inch dildo in her throat as she swung the cat.  Mara wasn’t much better with a ten inch dildo in her cunt a nine inch one in her ass and the eight inch on down her throat.  Mara writhed in agony as she was whipped over and over, her screams muffled by the dildo.

When Angie finished with the thirty strokes of the cat, she handed Miss Traci the whip and returned to her seat with out saying anything.  She had an emotionless expression on her face as if she was in some kind of trance.  I was more worried about her than I was about Mara who was sobbing hysterically now.  When we let go of her she curled up into a fetal position and continued sobbing.  The bell rang and I told Lis and Shelle to help Mara as I went to talk to Ange.

When I came up to her I knelt beside her desk.  She was still staring at Mara, not even aware that I was there and that look was still on her face.  I put my hand on her arm and whispered, “Ange, look at me.”

She didn’t react at first so I shook her arm and said louder and more firmly, “Ange, look… at… me…”.

Angie turned her head and stared at me and the look I saw was no longer emotionless, but a haunted look as if she had just seen something absolutely horrible and scary beyond imagination.  I asked her, “Ange, you have to tell me what’s wrong.  What is it?”

She took the dildo out and answered, in a shaky and quiet voice, “I…I…I actually enjoyed hurting her.  How could I enjoy hurting someone?  That’s evil.”  She broke down sobbing.  I hugged her and comforted her as best I could. 

When Ange quit sobbing I pulled her back and put my hands on her shoulder and looked her in the eye.  I told her, “You’re not a bad person Ange.  You just find yourself in a bad situation and are trying to survive as best you can. It’s only natural that you would get some joy at punishing someone that has done you a great wrong.  You will have to punish one of us in the future and we’ll have to punish you.  You have no choice so if you get a little enjoyment out of it, so be it. Just don’t let it consume you.  Remember how you felt when it was happening to you.  Just don’t seek out opportunities to hurt someone and you’ll be fine.   Remember that you are a bitchpup now so you are always going to be loved.”

Ange gave me an extra hug and when she pulled back the haunted look was gone.  She shook her head in understanding and said ‘Thanks My Minda’.  She picked up the big dildo and put it back down her throat, grabbed her books and headed to her next class. 

When I got up I noticed that Lis and Shelle were helping support Mara between them.  I told them, “Go on to Social Studies, I’ll be there shortly.” 

I went up to Miss Traci and asked, “Miss Traci, would you mind if I borrowed the first three dildos of Mara’s.  I want to help her to learn to deep throat tonight so she will at least have a chance.  I promise to bring them back for tomorrow.”

Miss Traci smiled and said, “Headpup, you continue to surprise me and all of the masters.  You rarely think of yourself and are constantly trying to help your classmates.  You have led your class to be allowed privileges before the spring term which has never been done before.  No other class has ever volunteered to do what you did at the basketball game.  That was done because of your leadership.  No other class has been able to get the kind of midterm grades your class has achieved during their first term at the school here.  On top of that you take great risks to help your classmates like you did with dumbcunt to get her out of being a drudge slave.  Most slaves wouldn’t have bothered.  Your classmates recognize your leadership or they wouldn’t have supported you and the other bitchpups at the assembly the way they did.  They know that you will always try to do what’s best for them.  That is a great thing and they will adjust easier because of it.  You are a wonderful young lady and I’m glad you are one of my students in spite of what you did to get me punished.  I learned what selfsacrifice means.  I only wish that we would’ve had someone in my class at Clearview that was like you.  Now take the dildos you want and get to your next class before you’re late.”

I decided to pick up the nine, ten and eleven inch dildos and took them with me.  It was quite difficult to juggle the books and the dildos but I managed.  I ran into the room just as the last bell rang.  I dropped one of the dildos as I entered the room and it slid across the floor to the far wall.  I blushed in embarrassment as the rest of the class giggled.  I scrambled to pick it up and get to my seat.  I quickly scrambled over and picked up the dildo then went to my seat and sat down.  The male Social Studies teacher said, “Thanks for that little performance headpup. You can join the loser up front for the punishment session at the end of class.”

After I sat down I saw a series of clamps on the teacher’s desk.  There were two identical sets.  There were a set of spring loaded clamps that had the business end covered with rubber.  It would pinch but do little damage.  The second clamp was an alligator clamp that didn’t have any sharp teeth.  The third clamp was an alligator clamp with teeth in it.  The fourth clamp was a flat one that had a thumb screw that had to be turned to mash the clamp down tight.  The fifth and final clamp was also a thumb screw clamp that had sharp pins on both parts of the interior surface of the clamp.  I knew that this was going to be a hard one for Angie and Mara.

The teacher continued, “As you know this is a competition so here are the rules.  You start with the clamps on the left.  You put them on your nipples and then you squeeze as hard as you can for fifteen seconds.  If I think you aren’t squeezing hard enough, your time will be extended another fifteen seconds.  Once I have determined that you have completed the task satisfactorily, I will allow you to take them off and go to the next set.  Whatever clamps you have finished with at the end of five minutes will be the clamps you wear until the end of sixth period.  Again the number of clamps between the looser and winner at the end of five minutes will determine how many strikes of the whip with five per.  If you are on the same clamp when the time is out, the looser will get five hits per fifteen second interval.  Now pick up the first clamps and put them on your little nips when I say go.”

The teacher counted down saying “Three… two… one… go.”

Both Angie and Mara picked up the first two rubber coated clamps and pinched them down hard.  Angie whimpered and tears streamed down her cheeks as she bushed the business end of the clamps down on her nipples.  Mara was crying and sobbing a lot more but she also put sufficient pressure on the clamps.  Angie was released just a few seconds before Mara and she quickly picked up the alligator clamp with the smooth edge.  She screamed a bit as she put the first one on her left tit.  This was followed by a similar scream from Mara as she put the first of the second pair of clamps.  The second clamp brought additional screams from both of them. 

They each cried and whimpered as they held the second clamps tight and they both were allowed to continue to the third set.  That is where they began to separate.  Angie picked up the alligator clamp with the teeth and put it on her left nipple and then quickly put the second of the pair on the right.  She closed her eyes and pushed down as hard as she could and screamed bloody murder for fifteen seconds. 

Mara put the first of the alligator clamps with teeth on her left nipple and almost collapsed.  She screamed and cried from the pain of the teeth cutting into her left nipple.  She tried to put the other clamp on her right nipple but couldn’t bring herself to put it on.  Her left nipple hurt so much already and she just couldn’t bring herself to inflict the same amount of pain on her right nipple.  When she heard the teacher tell Angie to go on to the next clamp she finally released the clamp onto her right nipple.  She screamed from the pain.  She closed her eyes and put her thumb and forefinger on the clamps and squeezed as hard as she could.  She held onto the clamps as she screamed in agony from the pain.  She managed to get thirteen seconds in before she couldn’t squeeze them any more and she released them.  When she looked at the teacher, all she saw was his head shaking no as he said, “Not long enough.  Try it again.”

Mara almost completely collapsed at that point.  She still had almost three minutes to go before the five minutes was up.  The teacher brought his hands out from behind his back and began to whip Mara’s back.  This teacher hit a lot harder than any other teacher.  Mara quickly figured that the pain from the clamp was the lesser of the two so crying and sobbing she grabbed her nipple clamps and pressed down with all of her strength.

Angie had already progressed to the first of the thumb screw clamps.  She screwed the clamp down tight onto her left nipple and then did the same with the right.  She made them so that they just bordered on pain when she initially put them on.  When they were both on, she took the small crossbar of the thumbscrew in each clamp and turned them together at the same time.  As she turned the screw each time the clamp smashed her nipple more and more.  She began screaming from the pain but she didn’t stop.  She kept on screwing the clamps down until she couldn’t screw them down any more.  Drops of blood began to ooze out of the tips of her nipples from the damage she had done to them.  She was no longer screaming but whimpering from the pain. 

As Angie waited for the teacher to tell her time she noticed that she was becoming sexually aroused and was getting close to cumming.  She couldn’t believe she could get turned on by inflicting pain on herself.  When the teacher told her to take the nipple clamps off, Angie began to undo them at the same time.  With each turn of the clamp, more and more blood began to flow into her tortured nipples.  The pain increased as the blood flowed in but the pleasure did also.  By the time she had loosened them up enough she pulled them off.  There was still a bit of pressure on the nipples and it pulled them out from her tits, creating a nice conical peak of her thirteen year old tittie mounds.  It also stimulated them enough to launch her into a massive orgasm.  She fought to keep consciousness as pleasure flooded every cell of her body.

Mara had her eyes clenched and had been pinching as hard as she could when she heard a scream from Angie.  She glanced over at her and saw her writhing in what could only be described as ecstasy.  She just knew that there was something wrong with her roommate for her to get pleasure out of torturing her tits.  She was about to give up squeezing the clamps on her nipples when she heard the teacher tell her she could progress to the next set of clamps. 

Mara was just screwing down the thumb screw clamp with flat clamps while Angie was screwing the ones down with sharp spines.  They both were able to get the clamps screwed down onto each tit before the time was called.  The clamps weren’t yet at their tightest though.

When time was called the teacher smiled and said, “Well done you two.  You were able to get past your fear of pain from the clamps and get to the thumb screw clamps.  Dumbcunt wins by one clamp so you only get to give squealer five swats at the end of class.  However, neither of you have finished your thumbscrew clamps so I want you to grab the clamps on each other’s tits and turn them as tight as you can.  Hurry it up so we can get started with class.”

Both Angie and Mara looked at the teacher with shock and surprise.  But they quickly turned to each other and hesitantly grabbed each other’s clamps.  Angie whispered, “Let’s turn together when I say turn.” 

Mara nodded her head in agreement and Angie said ‘turn’.  They both turned the thumbscrew one full turn.  Angie screamed as the sharp barbs on her clamps began to pierce her nipples.  Mara just groaned.  Angie quickly got her breath and said ‘turn’ again.  This time they both screamed as they turned the screw one full turn.  It took a bit longer for the pain to subside enough for them to do it again and when Angie said ‘turn’ this time, they each were barely able to get a half turn out of the clamp as it closed as tightly as they could.  Both of them were whimpering in pain from the clamps and had tears streaming down their cheeks.

The teacher sent them to their seats and began to teach class.  At the end of class they were called up for the five punishment strokes.  Again Mara was made to lie on her back on the teacher’s desk.  He handed Angie a cane and ordered, “Five to the tits and don’t hold back.”

Angie Stepped to the side of Mara and quickly swung down on her tits with the cane as hard as she could.  She put three welts across the top of her tits and two across the bottom.  Mara was crying terribly by the time Angie was done.  Mara was excused back to her seat and I was called up to the teacher’s desk and put in the same position as Mara. 

As I climbed up on the desk and got on my back, the teacher ordered, “You will hit headpup’s tits fifteen times with the cane.  If I think you are holding back I’ll take over and cane her tits fifteen times and then cane yours.”

I looked at Angie and saw the concern on her face.  I told her, “Remember what I told you. Give me all you have.”

Angie shook her head in acknowledgement and with tears streaming down her cheeks she swung the cane with all of her strength.  I screamed in pain from the strike.  She was stronger than I thought she would be.  I braced myself as she caned me the remaining fourteen times.  I was a sniffling, sobbing mess by the time she was done.  The bell rang just as I was getting up from the desk. 

I struggled over toward my desk and was soon supported by Lis and Shelle.  Ange picked up my books and the dildos and we headed to our lunch hour break.  We headed to the dorm rooms where our dog dishes were waiting for us with slave gruel.  The three bitchpups had been lucky since Michelle’s squeal from the silver bullet.  They had been going off between classes but they didn’t cause any of us to squeal in pain.  On the way back to the dorm however, I was concentrating more on my pain and they were concentrating on helping support me, though I kept trying to tell them I didn’t need the help.  Any way, we were half way back to the dorm when the silver dildos went off at the highest setting.  It caught all three of us by surprise and we screamed in pain.

We were descended on by about a dozen Doms and Dommes that heard us and wanted in on the punishment.  The first ones to get to us grabbed the dildo floggers roughly out of our asses and bent us against the wall of the dorm.  We each had our respective flogger handle pushed against our lips to suck clean.  Once they were satisfied with the cleanliness of the handle they began to flog us.  The Doms with the floggers whipped us ten times.  But when they finished they handed the floggers to another Dom and we were flogged again for another ten times.  When they were done they gave the floggers to another set of Doms.

Several of the Doms that were watching decided to take advantage of Angie and Mara as was allowed for the slaves in their training week.  Soon they were being forced to suck or fuck the Doms that were watching us being whipped.  Sometimes they were forced to take on three of them at once, both male and female.

We had attracted a crowd by then and each time a Dom got done flogging one of us another stepped up.  When they noticed our backs were turning a deep red with blood dripping down them we were made to turn around and they started in on our fronts.  The rest of the 7th graders saw what was going on and came down.  They were crying and begging them to leave us alone.  Angie was the one that did something about it though.  Between each fuck she tried to move out toward the outside edge of the crowd of Doms.  She knew that what was going on wasn’t normal, even by Clearview standards.  It was almost as if the crowd had turned into a mob with a blood lust.  What was happening to us was way beyond what was supposed to happen based on our punishment.  We should have been flogged ten times by the first Dom to get to us after our scream of pain.  Not ten times by every Dom that heard us. 

Angie gradually made it to the outside of the crowd and when a Dom finished fucking her she took off running before another one could order her to do something.  She quickly went up to our dorm hall to look for the Dom responsible for monitoring our floor.  She found him sitting at a desk at the head of the hall and she took up a kneeling position in front of him waiting to be acknowledged.  He looked up from his book he was reading and finally said to her, “It seems that none of your classmates have made it up for lunch yet.  They better hurry or they won’t get anything to eat.  What is it that you want dumbcunt?”

Angie was quite the sight, covered from head to toe with cum.  She was clearly in a panic and blurted out, “Please forgive this humble slave’s intrusion into your lunchtime master.  When the bitchpups scream when their dildo shocks them what are the rules for punishing them?”

The monitor looked at her in confusion for a minute until it dawned on him what she was asking.  He asked, “Are you asking how many times they should be flogged for screaming out?”

Angie answered, “Yes master.”

The monitor quickly answered, “They should be whipped ten times with the flogger in their ass.”

Angie asked, “Is that ten times once by the first Dom to get to them or ten times by every Dom or Domme that hears them scream?”

The monitor thought for a minute and picked up his cell phone.  He called Mistress Brittany to get clarification.  When he hung up he said, “They should only be flogged ten times by the first one to get to them.  Why do you ask?”

Angie took in a deep breath to calm her nerves and said, “All three of the bitchpups screamed when their dildos shocked them.  There were about a dozen Doms around them that heard.  They came up and began whipping them like they were supposed to but they didn’t stop with just one Dom flogging each of them.  They passed off the flogger to another Dom and then another with each Dom whipping them ten times.  I don’t know how many times they had been flogged by the time I came up to get you sir.  As you can see, they were using me for entertainment while they waited their turn.  You asked where the rest of my classmates are.  They are down there crying and begging the Doms to please have mercy on the bitchpups.  They are in bad shape master.  Their backs were bleeding when I left them.”

The Dom turned red with anger and got up out of his chair and rushed down the stairs as he said, “Come with me and take me to them.  Don’t worry about crawling.”

Angie and the Dom rushed out of the Dorm.  Angie took him down the ramp and to the west side of the Dorm where the bitchpups were being flogged.  As soon as they turned the corner the Dom was shocked at what he saw.  Across the concrete sidewalk on the grass was the rest of the 7th grade class, begging the crowd of Doms to have mercy on the bitchpups.  The monitor couldn’t even see the bitchpups because of the crowd around them.  He could hear the cracks of the floggers though and the abbreviated screams caused by the shock collars and the strike of the floggers.  He tried to get to us but the crowd around them was too thick and no one would listen.  He finally gave up and called Mistress Brittany on the cell phone.

When he explained what he knew from Angie and then took a picture of the scene on his cell and forwarded it to her she immediately hung up.  Not more than five minutes later she showed up with ten huge male slaves.  She came up and stood next to the hall monitor, saying nothing.  The big slaves began forcing their way through the crowd.  As they made their way through, the Dom’s that were pushed out of the way looked in shock.  When they looked around and saw Mistress Brittany with a mad scowl on her face staring at them they immediately left the area.  It took another five minutes for the slaves to clear out the mob and get to the bitchpups. 

When the slaves finally got to the clear area where the Doms were flogging the bitchpups, they immediately grabbed the Dom by the hand he was flogging with and pulled back sharply.  Lisa, Shelle and I were all red, black and blue all over with blood caked and streaming down from numerous lacerations from the long flogging.  We were beyond pain.  We were in shock at what we had been through.  A slave picked up each one of us and immediately took us to the clinic.

As we were being hauled away, I heard Mistress Brittany order, “You all need to get to class.  Dumbcunt, you will report to the clinic immediately after class to help care for your class mates.”

I looked over at her and saw her turn to the floor monitor and tell him, “I want you to call an assembly of all of the Dom students immediately.  Class is canceled for the rest of the day for all Dom students.  I expect all of the advisers for them to be there as well.  Attendance is mandatory and missing is not an option.  This will not happen again.  I will not have a slave brutally punished like this without cause.  The kinds of scars they could get from such an intense flogging could lower their value at auction.  There will be restitution required by their masters and mistresses.  I feel like making everyone in that crowd go through a week of slave training.  Tell them that the assembly will begin at two pm.” 

I didn’t hear much after that as I passed out.  I came to when they put me down on the cot in the clinic.  My entire body was on fire.  I was trying to figure out what we did wrong.  I thought we were only supposed to be whipped ten times if we screamed from the dildo shocking us but we were whipped almost to death.  I’m glad they stopped when they did.  I don’t know how long any of us would have lasted. 

After being taken to the clinic, our condition was evaluated by the nurse.  This time we had salve rubbed over our entire bodies and thankfully it immediately took the pain away.  It was almost a half hour later that Mistress Lynn, Master Darrell, Mistress Tyree, Master Vincent and Master and Mistress Jensen came in to the clinic along with Mistress Brittany.  We were all questioned as to what happened to start the whipping and we all three told them.  They knew that we hadn’t had time to corroborate our stories because we weren’t allowed to talk to each other in the clinic and they questioned us separately.  They were madder than I’ve ever seen them and for once they weren’t mad at us.  We were all three afraid though. 

We stayed in the clinic overnight.  Angie came to us immediately after sixth period to give us our assignments that we missed.  She told us what happened with her training.  It seems in fifth period that Mara was only able to get up to the teethed alligator clip on her clit while Angie was one ahead with the thumbscrew clamp.  She got to whip Mara five times with a birch switch to the cunt and clit. 

During the sixth period they got to take out the dildos at the beginning of class.  They were each given ten male slaves of various sized cocks to suck off.  They were made to deep throat them instead of a standard blow job.  After sucking off ten cocks they were made to fuck ten cocks two at a time in both their ass and cunt.  The first one finished got to whip the loser five swats for every fifteen second interval.  Angie finished six and a half minutes before Mara.  This time she used a deer hide flogger that was very soft and would do little damage but sting like hell.  She was allowed to whip her all over her body. 

When they were done with the sucking and fucking training, they were allowed to take off the clamps.  Before they were released though, they were given two silver bullet dildos that were even thinner than the ones we had.  They were no more than the thickness of a finger.  They were set to shock them severely every fifteen seconds if the bearer didn’t squeeze it in their cunt or ass.  They were made to put one in both their ass and cunt to exercise with it overnight.  They were instructed to do kegle exercises continually throughout the night until they replaced the silver bullets with the dildos in their first hour class.  If they allowed the dildos to slip out they would have the pins stick them like the ones we had did.  The dildos were specifically designed to train students to keep their muscles strong so that their cunts and asses didn’t get too stretched out. 

After Angie got us up to date on her training she informed us that the Doms were still in the assembly hall.  She had gone up to her room for a moment and because the hall was just down the hall from the stairway we went up she heard Mistress Lynn lecturing the Dom students about letting things get out of control.  She didn’t stay long enough to hear anything substantive but she heard enough to know that Mistress Lynn was very angry.  That at least made us feel a little better.  She also told us that the rest of the bitchpup class was worried about us.  We all three told her that we planned on being back to class the next morning unless ordered not to.  I handed Angie the three dildos and explained what I had gotten them for.  She took them back to the dorm with her after she left the clinic.  She promised that she would give them to Mara so she could practice.

Our masters and mistresses all came in after the assembly let out.  It was well past dinner time when that happened.  They informed us that the ones that flogged us after the first three had finished were being fined five to ten thousand dollars for abusing a slave without permission of the slave’s owner.  Those that volunteered that they whipped her would pay five thousand while the ones that didn’t fess up to it, but were found to have whipped one of us anyway would pay ten thousand dollars and spend a week as a slave in the dungeon.  The money would be divided four ways between each of our masters and mistresses and Clearview.  It seemed that by the time the assembly was over, they had collected fines in excess of two hundred thousand dollars.

We were made to stand up with the dildo flogger in our ass like we had done all day.  Master Darrell laughed and said we looked just like little ponies and that he liked the look.  Shelle and I didn’t know it then but that gave him an idea for some additional training for us.  When he was satisfied that Michelle was all right he turned and left.  Lisa had to put up with giving her step dad, Master Vincent, a blow job before he left.  I was cuddled by mom while dad fucked me in the ass.  He made a point of not touching me anywhere I had been flogged.  All in all it was a quiet restful night compared to what we were used to. 

We were allowed to sleep in the clinic that night.  The next morning though, we were awakened by the wake up buzzer.  We got up and boy was I stiff.  I still hurt but it wasn’t as bad as it had been.  We quickly took care of each other’s personal hygiene and waited for the nurse or someone to come in to let us out so we could join the others.  We were anxious to get back to our classmates.

We sat and waited through morning exercises and then through breakfast.  It was only about fifteen minutes before the first bell rang for class that the nurse came in with Angie and Mara carrying our books.  They had big backpacks that looked very heavy.  When you think of having the books for three classes for five people divided between the two of them they were.  They gasped in surprise when they saw our bodies.  We were totally black and blue with bandages scattered here and there over our bodies where they had to stitch up some lacerations.  The nurse quickly looked each of us over and announced that we were in good enough shape to attend class.  She ordered us to not carry our books for a couple of days to give the worst of the cuts a chance to heal so that the scarring would be minimized.  She finally released us to class.

The rest of the week we healed up and didn’t have to worry about the silver bullets shocking us.  I guess they decided we needed a break from the punishment regimen.  Our classmates were happy to see us.  They feared that we were going to be drug away for another round of punishment.  As for Angie’s and Mara’s training, that continued through the week.  Each time Angie won but the difference between the two was getting less and less.  Angie was getting her revenge on Mara though for causing her to be a drudge slave for two weeks. 

By Friday, they were both taking the fourteen inch dildos in all three holes. They were also able to screw down the thumb screw nipple and clit clamps with the sharp pins in them.  Angie still won on time though.

Saturday morning we were awakened by the bell like it was a normal school day.  Mistress Brittany and our three floor monitors came up after we exercised and cleaned up.  Mistress Brittany had us all kneel in a U shape in front of her and she announced, “As part of the training to see how well you have been doing your nightly exercises during your training week, we have a little competition devised.  The idea is to see how strong your cunt and ass muscles are after all of the exercise.  You will have a fourteen inch dildo in your cunt, ass and mouth.  They will be connected to your training partner’s corresponding dildos.  To test your muscle strength, you will try to get the other’s dildos out without losing yours.  The first one to loose all three dildos is the looser.  Do you have any questions?”

Angie raised her hand and asked when recognized, “Mistress Brittany, what are the rules for the tug of war.”

Mistress Brittany giggled a little as she said, “There are none dumbcunt.  Good question though.  Now here’s the good part.  The winner of the competition gets to be the master of the loser until Sunday evening.  They can do whatever they want with the loser, as long as it doesn’t cause bodily harm.  Now follow me outside and we’ll get this started.  You two are going to be today’s entertainment.”

We all followed Mistress Brittany out and down the ramp to the left leading to the college dorm and the field in front of it.  There was an area with bleachers set up and it looked like the entire school was there.  There was an empty spot between two of the bleachers that was big enough for the 7th grade class to sit.  Mistress Brittany had us stop there while she went to the Dom in charge to make sure he was ready. 

Lisa took advantage of that time and quickly went up to Angie and Mara.  I looked at Michelle and asked if she knew what was going on and she just shrugged her shoulders and shook her head that she didn’t.  I could see that Lisa was really begging them for something but couldn’t hear what she was saying.  Lisa stayed there until Mistress Brittany came up to get Angie and Mara.  She rejoined us after that but she refused to tell us what she was trying to get Angie and Mara to do. 

We watched as Angie and Mara were prepared for their little tug of war.  First they were made to get on hands and knees and fucked to orgasm with the big dildo in their cunts and then the dildo was seated fully within them.  This was repeated with the anal dildo, which took twice as long.  Finally they were made to deep throat the big dildo until the Domme was satisfied.  The dildos were connected by thin cords that were about ten feet long.  It was quite a sight to see the two young thirteen year olds with these huge, monster dildos in all of their openings and tethered together.

The Dom began to count down backwards from ten.  The crowd counted down with him.  When they said ‘GO’ Angie and Mara began to pull away from each other.  For a couple of minutes nothing happened.  For once during the week, things began to go in Mara’s favor.  Angie’s cunt dildo came flying out as if it had been shot out of her cunt. 

I could see the panicked look on Angie’s Face and saw that her ass dildo was about a fourth of the way out as well.  Mara’s dildos were just barely out of her cunt and ass.  Mara saw that she had the advantage and put a surge of energy into pulling back and forced the dildo out of Angie’s Ass.  Angie’s eyes went wide in a mix of surprise and fear momentarily.  I watched as all of a sudden Angie’s face took on a determination that I had never seen in her.  She braced herself and waited.  You could tell that she had her teeth clamped down on the dildo as hard as she could.  She kept things at a status quo and waited. 

Mara was ecstatic at her success so far and decided to make another lunge like she had before.  Angie watched as Mara slackened the cord a bit.  When she started to put all of her strength into pulling back in a hard lunge, Angie ran toward her and closed the ten feet in an instant.  Mara, expecting to have Angie stay and try to resist was caught totally by surprise and flew backwards, hitting the ground hard.  She recovered quickly but as she tried to get up, Angie began wrapping the slack cord around her neck.  The crowd was going wild at the sudden turn of events and began to chant, ‘DUMBCUNT’ over and over again. 

For a couple of minutes, Mara struggled violently with Angie.  She knocked Angie away a couple of times so she could get her breath.  Angie had done such a good job wrapping the cord around her neck though, that she could quickly pull on the chord hard and tightened it again to cut off her air.  During the first part of the struggle, Angie was able to get the anal dildo out.  After about four minutes of struggle, she got the cunt dildo out. 

Getting the throat dildo out became the hard part of the competition.  Both of them locked down on the dildo with their teeth and weren’t about to let the dildo go.  Angie finally pulled the cord around Mara’s neck tight and waited until her face started to turn blue.  Just before she passed out, Angie released the tension.  When Mara opened her mouth as wide as she could to get as much air as possible in, Angie yanked the dildo out of her throat.  Mara was too busy trying to suck in as much air as possible to realize what happened.  Angie held up the three dildos by the cords in her left hand as she raised her other hand straight up in a fist.  She turned to the crowd who were cheering and yelling their approval at the exciting show they had just been given. 

After a couple of minutes of applause, Mara got her breath back.  She gasped out, “She cheated.  That’s not fair.”

Mistress Brittany had come up and heard what she said.  She laughed at her and said, “You silly little slave.  What part of ‘There are no rules’ do you not understand.  You were beaten fair and square so dumbcunt owns your ass until tomorrow night.  She can do anything she wants to you as long as it doesn’t leave a permanent scar.”

Angie quickly got into the slave’s position in front of Mistress Brittany to ask a question.  When she was acknowledged she asked, “Mistress Brittany, could dumbcunt have Mara be sent to be a drudge slave until tomorrow night?”

Mistress Brittany was actually stunned at the request.  She quickly recovered and answered, “Out for a little revenge I see.  But the rules are that you get to do with her as you see fit, so yes you can.”

Angie quickly smiled and looked at Mara who had heard the exchange.  She looked like she had seen a ghost and was saying “No… no… no…” over and over.  Angie turned back to Mistress Brittany and asked again, “Can I have a couple of minutes to talk with her before you take her there?”

Mistress Brittany answered, “She’s your slave so take as long as you want.  When you’re ready for her to go to the kitchen, just have the floor monitor take her down.  You know dumbcunt, you just might turn out to be a decent slave yet.  You showed the ability to think on your feet out there.  Most slaves don’t even think of doing what you did.  I’m sure that a lot of the Doms that were betting on you to lose lost a ton of money.”

Mistress Brittany announced the winner and the requested punishment for the loser.  The crowd cheered again.  Finally she announced that the show was over and released everyone to enjoy their weekend.  When she did that the three of us came over to join Angie and Mara. 

We congratulated Angie and consoled Mara as best as we could.  I saw Lis and Ange trade looks and Ange shook her head yes.  She turned to Mara and said, “You are going to experience a hell that you never imagined as a drudge slave.  Remember that you only have to experience it for a little over a day.  You made me have to go through two weeks of that hell.  I want you get a taste of what I experienced.  I also want you to do something else.  I wasn’t originally planning on doing this but when Lisa begged both of us to have the loser be a drudge slave so she could take a message to her mother I decided that it was a fitting punishment for you for what you did.  Lisa, tell her the message you want taken to your mother.”

Lisa stepped up closer to them and said, “Tell mom that we…… I love her.  We don’t hate her.  We understand that she had no choice, just like we had no choice but to do what we did to her.  Tell her that we are all glad that she is alive and hope that she won’t give up.  Tell her I want her to quit fighting being Master Vincent’s slave and become the perfect slave for him.  Tell her I want to be able to see her again some time.  Please tell her all of that, please.”

Mara was crying but she shook her head yes.  Angie had her repeat the message several times to make sure she had it down pat.  Then we went up to the dorm.  When we got to Angie and Mara’s room we hustled them all in.  We pushed Mara down on her bed mat and I started sucking on her tits and fingering her pussy.  Lisa and Michelle caught on to what I was doing and joined me.  Angie surprised me by getting down and sucking on her cunt and clit.  We spent the rest of the morning until lunch giving Mara cum after cum. 

When lunchtime was over, Angie took Mara to the floor monitor and had him take her to the kitchen.  When she got back to her room, Lisa hugged her and thanked her.  The three of us then proceeded to do the same thing to her that we had done to Mara.  After about ten orgasms she pleaded for us to stop.  Lisa stayed with Angie as Michelle and I returned to our room. 

Sunday night a very subdued Mara returned to the dorm.  She looked like we did Tuesday morning.  She had been punished severely.  She was black and blue all over and she was covered in cum.  She immediately went to Angie and hugged her as she cried and said ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again. 

Most of the class was watching from their rooms and had horrified looks on their faces when they saw Mara.  Lis, Shelle and I quickly went up to them and hugged them in a group hug.  We let her cry herself out and then we helped her to the shower.  We tenderly washed her up and then helped her to her room.  Angie and I lay down with her on her mat initially and cuddled.  We both told her we loved her and were there for her.  Lisa and Michelle went back to our room and studied. 

It was after dinner that Mara finally settled down into a sleep.  I got up and went to our room and sent Lisa back to be with Mara and Angie.  I told her to stay as long as she felt she needed to.

When the wake up bell rang the next morning, Lis still hadn’t returned.  We met them in the hallway coming out of Angie and Mara’s room.  They were supporting her between them as Mara was still in quite a bit of pain.   It was when we were in the shower after morning exercises that Lisa came over to Michelle and me.  She told us excitedly, “Mara was able to get a message to mom.  They put her in the same cell with her and a bunch of other drudge slaves.  She said that when she first saw her that she looked like she had totally given up living and was waiting to die.  When she told mom that she had a message from me, she said mom immediately perked up with hope and dread all mixed together.  Then after she had given her the message, mom just broke down sobbing and crying.  She promised to do as I asked and be the perfect slave so we can see each other again.  She promised that she wouldn’t give up now that she knew I loved her.  That was the only reason she had given up.  She thought that we all hated her because of what they made us do.  Mara told her of all that we went through before we stabbed her.  She hadn’t known.  Mistress Brittany had just told her that she was going to get to see her daughter and that her daughter had a message to give her.  She had been taken to the stage that day thinking she was going to get a message of love from us only to have us stab her with the fake knives.  She knows why we did it now and forgives us.  She promised to see us all at Thanksgiving if they would allow her a final chance.”

We all hugged each other and promised that we would always help and support each other no matter what.  Then we went over to Angie and Mara and did the same.  We helped her get ready for school and went to class.  We were still naked with our dildos and shock collars but Angie and Mara were in school uniform.  There were two new classmates designated for training this week. 

That was the last of the really bad stuff that happened the first year.  We had a reprieve from the shocks for three weeks after which they began again for the rest of the term.  We were taken home by our masters and mistresses for Thanksgiving.  Those that were there by scholarship or had been abducted went home with the masters and mistresses that had bought them for the school year at the auction. 

When we got home we had a big thanksgiving meal together with all of our masters and mistresses.  Lisa’s mom was allowed to go home for the weekend as a test.  She prepared the Thanksgiving meal and served it to the masters and mistresses.  She waited on them hand and foot, quickly responding to everything they asked.  We even got to have real food this time, although it was in our dog bowls. 

After dinner was over we helped her clean up and then Master Vincent made mom give us a little show.  He brought in three dogs and had her fuck and suck all three of them at the same time.  She didn’t resist even once.  He had Lisa guide the cocks in, trying to get a rise out of either of them.  They were the perfect little slaves for him and didn’t even hesitate.  When her mom was done, Master Vincent brought in three more dogs and had Lisa fuck and suck them at the same time.  Her mom helped guide the cocks into her daughter without the slightest hesitation.  When they were done fucking Lisa, Master Vincent and the rest of them applauded a great show.  Master Vincent had a satisfied smirk on his face now that he had broken Lisa’s mom.  Lisa’s mom got to stay home at the end of the holiday instead of going back to be a drudge slave.  She passed the tests wonderfully and Master Vincent enjoyed the mother and daughter pair for the whole four day weekend.

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