A Summer's Night.......Chapter Six...............The Training Intensifies
This has been an absolutely hellish day for us. I can tell that the three
bitches are very angry with us for what happened to them last night and are
hell-bent on taking it out on us. After eating the breakfast that we once again
had to prepare for all of them, we were again taken to the gym for an intense
workout. The treadmills were set a bit higher and a few more pounds added to
the weights. I could tell that the bitches were being careful not to mark our
bodies with the whips, since we weren't being whipped to go faster. They
verbally abused us throughout to motivate us on to greater heights. After
spending a little over an hour in the gym, they took us out to the pool and tied
us spread-eagled to chaise lounges. They lathered up our fronts with suntan
lotion, putting a strong sun block on our nipples and the lips of our pussies.
At least they aren't putting us through the torture of being burnt in our most
sensitive areas. After 30 minutes, we were rolled over and our back got
lathered up. All I could think about during this was how nice that pool looked,
and the three bitches made sure to rub it in by playing in the pool, laughing
and having a good time, the whole time we roasted. They weren't going to let us
cool off in the pool when we were done, like yesterday, until Mick came out and
told them to let us. What a relief that was!
After lunch, we had to spend the rest of the afternoon cleaning up the house. I
am getting so tired of being nude all the time. I'd love to put on anything
right now, no matter how skimpy it might be, but I don't dare ask for any
clothes. It was so humiliating going around the house cleaning it with no
clothes on. It's like being on display for the whole afternoon.
We cooked up a nice dinner for everyone and then Bryan told the bitches to take
us upstairs and get us ready. I hate it when I hear that. I know what it means
and it isn't pleasant. Sure enough, Dutch made sure the enema bags had a little
more water in them than the last two nights, and I know there were ice cubes in
the bags as well. It was soooo cold going into me. They made us stand there
after we were filled for a longer time tonight as well. I was just about ready
to pass out from the cramps and the cold when they finally let us relieve
ourselves.
It is so humiliating to be hung up in a shower by your wrists and being shaved
by two other people. They made sure to pull the skin real tight to give us a
real close shave everywhere on our bodies. They very roughly handled our
delicate pussies as they spread and pulled every inch of our bodies down there.
Being sprayed down like a horse is not too much fun either. They take a
perverse delight in humiliating us as much as they can. Our make-up and hair
look very professionally done as we are led down the steps and into the living
room where I know that our living hell is about to begin for another night.
We are made to stand in the living room, with our hands tied in front of us,
while Dutch fetches some drinks for all of them to enjoy while they plot what
they are going to do to us tonight. Once everyone is settled, Bryan gets up and
comes over to us.
"There are two schools of thought on the best way to get a slave girl ready for
sale. Most Masters and Mistresses who will be interested in buying you two
sluts, wish for a girl to be very orgasmic at all times. They feel that is the
best way to keep the girl under control. The two schools of thought on how to
turn the girl into a slut is either to withhold any pleasure from her during
training or to allow her to have multiple orgasms at any time when she is being
trained. I subscribe to the second thought. It is my feeling that if you
equate pain or pleasure with your climaxes, then you will turn out to be a good
and proper slut. I know that Dutch would love to train you by withholding any
orgasms from you during your stay with us, but I don't think that would be
productive. Are there any questions from either of you before we get started
tonight?"
I shudder to think that if I ask anything that it might get worse for me, but
something has been eating away at me since I got here, so I ask. "Please tell
me, Master Bryan, I don't understand about being sold, could you explain that to
us, please?" "It's really quite simple, slut gayle, there is a slave auction
scheduled about two hours away from here in a few days. You will both be
transported up there where you will be put on display along with some other
sluts for sale that evening. The highest bidder will write me a check and after
paying a commission to the Auctioneer, you will be taken away with the winning
bidder."
I can't believe what I am hearing! This doesn't sound like anything that could
be happening here in America, but he seems so serious.
"I will send both of you there, properly trained in how to address a Master or
Mistress, how to act around them, and most importantly, you will be turned into
perfect pleasure sluts, willing to do anything to get that precious orgasm that
you will need so much. Your bodies will be perfectly trim and tanned by the
time of the auction. All three of your body openings will be trained in the
proper ways to give pleasure to both men and women. You will learn to accept
the whip as an instrument of both punishment and pleasure. In short, you will
be ready to go to a new person who will own your body for whatever they might
want to do with it."
My whole body shudders at the thought of this. Oh, how could I have been so
stupid to go walking alone on the beach that night? If only I would have stayed
home, I'd be free and happy.
"Prepare them the way I instructed you now, girls", he says as he looks at the
three bitches. "Gladly", says Dutch and we are led over to a desk. They hook
our wrists to the back of the desk so that we are bent over at the waist. "Put
those breasts on the desktop and your knees will be touching the front of the
desk", Dutch says. We both do as we are told and I know that my butt is
sticking up in the air, completely vulnerable to anything.
Bryan comes over to us and shows us what looks to be a long, thin stick. "This
is a rod and it is an especially useful device to use on a slave for discipline.
It will cause a nice red streak on your butts wherever it lands which will go
away in about 24 hours. I assure you that you'll know when it lands on you.
You will each receive seven strokes from the rod and after each of them; you
will call out the number of the stroke and thank the person who gave it to you.
You will then ask for another stroke using your new name in your request."
Oh great, in addition to the pain, I have to humiliate myself like this as well.
These people are sick and devious. "I'll let Dutch administer the first two
strokes on each of you". That sick bastard, he knows she's going to hit so
hard. Dutch takes the rod from him and stands to the side of me. She taps the
rod a few times on me and then hits me very hard right on my ass. I grasp onto
the back of the desk as the pain goes searing through my body. "One, thank you
Madam Dutch, may slut gayle have another one, please?" I say through my tears.
She taps me a few times and then lands it on another spot on my ass. My body
explodes in pain. "Two, thank you Madam Dutch, may slut gayle have another?" I
can't believe I am debasing myself like this. "Not right now slut gayle, it is
slut pamela's turn now", she says. She goes through the same thing with pamela
now.
After our humiliation of asking for more strokes, we finally have the seven that
Bryan requested. My ass is on fire right now. I feel something soft on my
burning ass and someone is rubbing something soft and furry on my ass. "Does
this feel better?" I hear Mick ask me. "Oh yes, Kind Sir, this slut thanks you
so much", I say to him. Of the six of them, he's the only one with a bit of a
heart.
I am hoping that is it for tonight, but for some reason they are leaving us here
at the desk, tied up like this. They all come over and begin to examine our
asses. I feel my butt cheeks being spread apart by someone and they are talking
about using that area of my body tonight. "Are you still a virgin in this area,
slut gayle?" I hear Bryan ask. "Yes, Sir, I am, please don't use me there."
"It will be best for you to lose that virginity here. How about you, slut
pamela, same thing?" "Yes Sir," I hear her whimper "I've never had that happen
to me either." "Well tonight is your lucky night it would seem", Bryan laughs.
"I know that Dutch would love to take away some sluts's virginity tonight,
wouldn't you Dutch?" Dutch raises up and says; "I would love to, Bryan, may I?"
"You may take slut gayle, Madge, you may take slut pamela."
With that they both get up and take off their clothes. They each strap on a
dildo that looks to be about seven inches long. "I have been wanting to use
this on someone for so long," Dutch says, "It has this knob that rubs against my
clit while I'm fucking her, this should give me quite a nice time as well." I
can't believe what is about to happen to me. I feel someone spreading my cheeks
apart and then I feel something starting to enter me. "I don't want either of
them hurt in that area, that would diminish their value," Bryan says "Take it
nice and slow and easy going into her, Dutch," "Relax, my little fuck slave, it
will feel much better if you do." she tells me. I try to relax my body as best
as I can as I feel the assault on my bum hole beginning. She is deep inside of
me and is pumping me very hard. If I relax, it doesn't seem so bad. For some
reason, my clit is beginning to give me a great sensation. I hear her behind me
yelling and shrieking, I know that she is about ready to cum. I feel the same
way, oh how can this be happening to me???? Just as I hear her scream, I too
have a mind shattering orgasm. I hear pamela next to me screaming out in
pleasure as well. What have we turned into?
Dutch takes the strap on out of me and I slump down on the desktop completely
spent. "It's my turn now" I hear Hazel say. "Of course it is, Hazel dear, put
on your strap on, you may have slut pamela's ass for yourself now. I am going
to use slut gayle's pussy for my own". I feel a cock entering inside of me now,
just the way nature intended. It feels so good, I hate to admit. He is pumping
me hard and once again; I feel my pussy responding to this abuse. He cries out
wildly as I cum in waves and waves, two orgasms come to me, one right after the
other.
As soon as he pulls out of me, the other two say that they want to fuck us as
well. I have never done anything like in my entire life. Only in my fantasies
did I imagine it, but I never though it could ever happen. I feel a cock
entering into my bum hole again. It isn't so bad this time. I can sense the
pleasure from that part of my body going into my pussy. It can't be
happening!!!! I'm going to cum again!!! My body goes into convulsions from all
the pleasure down there. Two more orgasms as I am entirely drained now. I turn
my head and look at pamela. She has sweat streaming down her brow, with a far
away look in her eyes. "Are you OK, pamela?" I whisper. She opens her eyes and
looks at me, "Oh yes, gayle, I can't believe I just did that." I smile weakly
at her.
They unhook our wrists from the back of the desk and stand us up. Dutch leads
us into the downstairs bathroom and let's us get cleaned up from all of that.
"You two did very well tonight, you're turning into good sluts," she tells us.
"Thank you Madam," I catch myself saying to her. Oh gawd, what am I turning
into?
"Take them to their rooms now. Lock them in, but no need tie them up tonight,"
Bryan says. "Oh thank you, Kind Sir," we say in unison. Madge takes us
upstairs and locks us in our rooms. I lie down thinking about what my life has
become. Two days ago, I was a very nice girl, with dreams and aspirations. Now
it seems as though I am turning into a slut, being used for the sexual pleasure
of others. I begin to cry. I am getting so depressed. I seem to have no shame
left in my body. I have never, never been taken anally before in my life. I
always felt that was disgusting. After tonight, I don't know what to think of
myself. Have I debased myself so much now that I have become a complete slut
for these people? My body betrays me. I derived sexual pleasure from being
humiliated and abused. I never would have done anything like this before these
people captured me. And worst of all, I am thinking more and more about this
life I am being sold into. Is it something that I've always desired; yet
repressed? I am so tired; my tears have soaked the pillow. I drift off to a
long and deep sleep.
