Shithole

       Instead of to the holding room, where I was held in the small cage when I first arrived, I was led outside to a tent.  It was a normal looking camping tent that could hold close to 8 or 10 men.  The front was unzipped and I was led in. 

       Inside of the tent were 5 small cages.  Three of them were occupied by a female slave.  One was a dark skinned brunette who had her head completely shaven.  It reminded me of poor cuntjuice and her predicament.  The second cage had a girl that was slightly older than I was.  She was pale skinned with freckles and long straight red hair.  The third had a girl that looked no older than 13.  She was beautifully tanned with flawless skin and big green eyes that looked as innocent as they come.  I was put in the fourth cage.

       “This is the rookie tent.  Tomorrow you will start your basic training and the first of your valet classes.  Feel free to speak amongst you, ladies, no harm comes from language.”  With a smile, the woman left the tent, zipping it back up.

       Each of us was too afraid to say anything in fear that it might be a trap for punishment.  After thinking about it for some time, I finally had to say something.

       “So, where are you girls from?”

       “Georgia.”  The dark skinned girl said in a shaky voice.

       “California.”  Said the redhead.

       “I was born in the breeding farm in Rancove.”  Said the youngest looking one.

       “I am from Seattle.”  I responded.  “My name at home was Samantha, I’m 16 years old and my slave name is shithole.”  I said it in shame but matter of fact.

       “My name was Letitia, I’m 19, and my slave name is worthless.”  Said the dark skinned girl.

       “My name was Lucy, I’m 13, and my slave name is cuntpuppy.”  Said the red head.

       “My birth name is Fuckmuffin.  I don’t know how old I am, I’ve never had a birthday.”  Said the last girl.

       
       Throughout the night, we spoke a lot about earth and our past Masters.  Letitia had it the worst of all of us.  She was taken from a walk home from a friend’s house in broad daylight.  Every day, she was bullwhipped on every part of her body.  Once when she woke up and once when she went to bed.  In between, she was made to eat her Masters shit and drink his piss.  Each was considered a meal for the day.  Her head was shaved because she didn’t cut his hair correctly, so she lost hers completely.

       Lucy was bought by a man who pretty much just removed her body hair and kept her confined for 3 days before sending her here.  She was so confused until our new Master answered all her questions.

       Fuckmuffin was born on the slave breeding farm.  She was brought up as a normal girl.  She couldn’t read or write and her speech was awkward.  She was beaten her entire life but had no sexual contact with anyone until she had her first period.  Then she became an oral whore for her “Daddy.”  She claimed to be an expert at oral sex.

       After a couple of hours of talking, we all curled up in our cages and fell asleep.  The night wasn’t too comfortable as the air was a bit crisp and it was a bit cold in the tent.  Movement wasn’t much of an option, so I curled up to try to contain my body heat.  I kept waking up throughout the night hoping and praying that it would warm up soon.  Finally, I was sleepy enough to drift off…

       We were suddenly awakened by a loud zip of the tent.  The flap opened and four muscle men came rushing inside yelling.

       “Wake up, cunts!  Wake your lazy, sorry, stinky asses!”  They had large metal bars that they banged loudly and roughly on our cage doors. 

       The doors to our cages were opened and we were ordered out of them.  We were each given a thick, heavy metal collar.  Our hands were shackled to our feet behind us with heavy chains.  Then they attached a short 2 foot chain between each of us connecting us all together.

       The man spoke loudly like a drill sergeant.  “Today we start your basic training, cuntholes.”  He paced back and forth around us, inspecting us.

       “Today you will start your conditioning followed by your valet class.  Prepare yourselves for your first day of hell…  Give them their pills, men.” 

       The men went over to worthless and gave her two pills and a tiny cup of water.  She swallowed as they moved to cuntpuppy, then fuckmuffin, and finally me.

       “The first pill is your daily arousal pill; the second is a special pain and adrenaline vitamin to help with your first day of training.”

       We were led out of the tent into the cool air.  My nipples immediately popped out in the cold breeze.  We followed the men across a large grassy area, across a paved drive-way, and to a large field with stadium lights shining brightly on it.  The middle was a simple large patch of grass, well trimmed.  It was surrounded by a paved track that was nothing more than a running track about a quarter mile around.

       Two of the men went over to a small shed off to the side of the track and returned with a large wooden crate.  They opened the crate and removed four pairs of heels.  They didn’t have any real color to them and at first glance, they didn’t look much different than any other pairs of heels.  Much to my dismay, they were, indeed different.  These were the heels from hell.

       The heels were made of a hard, shiny wood.  No padding on any part where the foot rests.  They each had a 7” spiked, metal heel.  There were several straps and metal bars to secure our feet in them.

       Each coach took his time securing our feet in these heels.  At first, I thought they wouldn’t be too bad, but after standing in them for less than two minutes, I knew this was going to really hurt.

       “These are your training shoes, cunts.”  The sergeant said.  “If you can sprint in these, you can sprint in any shoes while you perform for our customers.” 

       We were detached from each other and lined up side by side.   Our shackles were removed and our hands were secured behind us with a tight cinch. 

       “Ok, bitches, you will now run around this track one time.  You have 2 minutes to run it.  That gives you plenty of time.  When you are finished, you will kneel up at the starting line and open your mouth wide.  You will remain in that position until all of the girls have finished.  You will be paddled for every second you go over the two minutes.  Then you will be prepared for the next round.”  With that said he grabbed a really long whip and stood off to the side on the grassy patch.

       “READY, SET…”  He then cracked the whip to trigger us to start.

       It hurt.  It hurt like hell.  My ankles kept giving and it was hard to keep my balance especially with my hands tied behind my back.  The balls of my feet were getting bruised as I made my way around the first bend.  It was then that I realized how hard it was going to be to make it in two minutes.  My calves were burning, my back started aching and my breasts bouncing so hard were killing me.        I was in the lead during the first straight away when a bad step caused me to lose my balance and fall hard on my right shoulder.  I felt the skin break in the harsh abrasion.

       One of the men ran toward me quickly arriving at my side.

       “Get up!  Get that sorry ass up NOW!!!”

       I quickly struggled to my knees and managed to get back up but by then two girls had already passed me by.  I had to try to catch up.  I started to pick up the pace.  After the second turn, I felt my calves burning so bad, they felt like they were about to give.  All I could wonder was if I had made it in less than two minutes.  I lost my balance and decided to slow down a little to avoid falling again.  I came in third.  Cuntpuppy was barely wobbling behind me as I quickly knelt at the starting line, resting my butt on my heels.

       WHACK!!!!  A hard slap across my face causing a single tear to drip down my cheek.

       “Are you fucking stupid?  I said to kneel UP when you finish, dumbass slut!  And open your mouth!”

       I quickly got into position and opened my mouth as I waited for cuntpuppy to finish.  I later found out, she had never walked in heels before.

       The man paced back and forth across the track looking down at us. 

       “Fuckmuffin, you made it 2:10.  You will receive 10 paddles.  Worthless, you made it in 2:25.  You will receive 25.  Shithole, you fell and made it in 2:45.  You will receive 45.  And cuntpuppy, you took a whopping 3:12.  You will receive 72.  Men, start the discipline.”

       Each of the four men stood behind us and counted out each strike as it hit our asses.  It wasn’t quite as bad as I thought it would be, but it did hurt.

When our beatings were finished, we were lined up again.  Our hands were tied up a little higher behind us and attached to our collar.  Then the men used a rough rope to bind our breasts into harsh balloons. 

“Ok, cunts, now round two is even harder.  You must now sprint two full laps and kneel in the same position as soon as you finish.  You have four minutes and will be flogged for every second you are late.”

He wasted no time and didn’t even say ready, set.  He cracked his whip and we were off.  This proved to be even harder than the first round since my breasts were bound and bouncing.  Halfway through the second lap, I felt tears running down my face as my entire body was throbbing in pain.  This time I came in second right behind fuckmuffin.

Fuckmuffin received 25 hits, I got 39, worthless got 62, and cuntpuppy got 84.  She was screaming by the end of it.  The flogging was a bit harsher than the paddle since the straps hit more directly.  I cried for the last 15 or so with every strike.

Sniffing and pouting, we lined back up.  Our hands were raised even further up our backs so that our palms were in a reverse prayer position and our elbows were sticking out at our sides.  A rope was tied tightly around our waists and three knotted ropes were tied between our legs and pulled tightly between our pussy lips and up our ass cracks.  The knots made it painful to move our legs much less run like this.

“Ok, cunts.  Round three.  You will sprint three full laps around this track and take your position when you are finished just like before.  You have six minutes to finish.”

This was extremely hard to do.  Every step we took caused our already sore and bound breasts to bounce.  Our arms were very uncomfortable and now with every step we took, pain shot through our sex and assholes.  The shoes made it even worse as our feet were starting to swell and poor cuntpuppy was bleeding.

Three full laps and I had to slow down quite a few times so I wouldn’t pass out from exhaustion.  I was dripping with sweat and my breathing was very heavy and sporadic.  This time, I managed to stay right behind fuckmuffin as I made myself around the track.  I didn’t want to get cropped,  my ass was already bruised and sore.

I knelt when I was finished and I almost fell over with my knees and legs as weak as they were.  I knelt there panting and ready to pass out.  All I could think about was how nice it was to be allowed to rest while the other girls finished their laps.  Poor cuntpuppy could barely walk and wobbled around in pain.  The funny thing was that the ropes between our legs were soaked.  Fuckmuffins’ was even dripping.

“Ok, cunts.  Fuckmuffin, you are proving to be the best of these stupid whores.  You get 19 hits.  Shithole, you are doing better.  You get 27.  Worthless, you are slowing down a bit little slut.  You get 71.  And cuntpuppy, you will get a full 240.  As a result of cuntpuppy’s failures,  she will be removed from today’s training and will receive her punishment.  She needs a personal trainer to teach her how to walk in heels.”  He looked disappointed.

Cuntpuppy was taken off the field and handed over to a tall woman.  She took her back into the building.

“Round four.  You will have eight minutes to run this mile.”

We were lined up yet again.  Our hands were raised once again and it felt like my shoulders were going to pop out of their sockets as my hands were now in a reverse prayer position and my elbows were now at my sides toward the back.  The men attached nipple and clit clamps to our bodies and hung weights from them.  This was really painful and all three of us stood there crying and pouting.

Without saying a word, the sergeant cracked his whip and we took off as best we could.  We all ran bull-legged from the strain and pain on our sexes.  My calves were getting weaker with every step.  I don’t know what kept me going.  I struggled to breathe.  I knew right away that there was no way I would make a full mile in eight minutes.  I wanted to die. 

I was actually able to trot a full lap before the pain became too much.  I was squealing with every step and my crying became harder.  My calves were hurting.  The balls of my feet felt like I was walking on sharp stones and the straps around the shoes were digging into my skin.  My breasts were numb so the nipple clamps didn’t hurt too much but the soreness traveled all the way over my shoulders and halfway down my back.  My sex was the most irritated.  The constant rubbing of the knotted rope along with the weighted clamps made every single step I made pure torture.  A few times I had to stop and gather myself.  But by pure adrenaline and determination I made it through the tortuous laps.  I guess I forced myself to finish because I wanted to avoid the punishment.  Or maybe it was because I wanted to be the best at this.  But no matter how hard I tried, I could not find the strength to beat fuckmuffin.

By the time I finished, I couldn’t breathe anymore.  I knelt with my mouth wide open waiting for worthless to finish.  I was dripping with sweat but the cool spring air easily cooled me off.  The strange thing was that as tired and exhausted as I was, I felt like I needed to keep moving.  Must have been the pills they gave me.

This time around fuckmuffin got 200 strikes.  I received 279.  Worthless received 321.  We all went way over the time limit.  The beatings after each round were tiring me out even more.  I was lying on my belly as they whipped us relentlessly with the bullwhip.  Every strike felt like I was getting shot.  The entire area was filled with our screams. 

“Get up you lazy ass pieces of shit.”  The sergeant said with disappointment.

We were all very slow getting up as our legs were weak and burning and the pain all over our bodies were getting unbearable.

“Fuckin’ hurry up or you will get beaten once again!”

I hurried myself to get up and stand which was pretty hard because my hands were bound so painfully behind my back.  The sergeant paced back and forth.  I could feel the blood trickling down my back and legs from the brutal whipping I had just received.  I was getting dizzy and felt like I was about to collapse.

“Are you cunts ready for the final round?”  We all squealed and moaned.  Was there actually another round to this hell?  I just wanted to pass out.

The men came to each of us and inserted a dildo into our sopping wet pussies and replaced the rope.  They then went behind us and inserted a plug into each of our asses and used the rope to hold it in.

“Ok, sluts.  The final round consists of you three running five laps around the track.  You will not be punished for going overtime today on this lap.”  Without hesitation, he cracked the whip and we took off.

This time I was determined to make it before fuckmuffin.  I was tired and dizzy and I lost my balance several times.  I couldn’t run but I was able to keep a steady slow jog the entire time.  I was grunting with every step I took in pleasure from the dildo and pain from everything else.  The tears were uncontrollable and my crying was evident.  But this time, I actually won.  Fuckmuffin didn’t look very happy about it, but she was in just as much pain as I was in.  We were just happy it was all over.

When I was finished I knelt at the line again as I had been taught with my mouth wide open.  The man that had put me in all my binds started to unbind me starting with my hands.  The relief I felt in my shoulders was like heaven as my hands hung loosely at my sides.  He then unwrapped my breasts.  I felt the blood and color flow back into them as the rope was removed.   Then came the crotch tie.  My sex was extremely raw and sore from the constant pressure but I felt immediate relief.  The dildo and plug were removed before the clamps.  Luckily, I had been clamp trained before so I knew what to expect.  Finally, and best of all, the shoes were removed.  My feet were purple and swollen and felt practically dead but it felt good to be able to stretch my calves. 

The man then stood in front of me and petted my head like I was a puppy.  He called me a good girl.

“Now, sluts, you will thank your coaches for training you today with the best blow job you know how to give…  You have two minutes to get them off.  Once your two minutes are up, you will get whipped until he finishes.”

I reached up my sore hands and unzipped his pants.  I reached in and pulled out his soft shaft.  As soon as I pulled it out my lips were attached to the tip.  I wrapped my lips around it and began to massage the tip and shaft with my tongue until he grew hard in my mouth.  I then started pumping my head back and forth vigorously hitting the back of my dry throat with every thrust.  It didn’t take him long at all to spew his juice straight down my throat.  I quickly swallowed and kept his shaft in my mouth until he grew soft.  I then carefully put his penis back into his pants and zipped him back up.

“Thank you, Sir, for training me today.”  I said it with a shaky, tired and pain filled voice.

We were then reattached to each other by the collar and led from the track back to the main building.  Now that basic training was through, we would be rewarded with a meal and then we would go to our Valet training class…