TRAINING SALLY

BY TOMMY
encoretommy@yahoo.fr

[ part 1 ]

Sally shifted her weight onto the other foot. It was no use. The small chubby ten year old twisted her body slightly but couldn’t ease the aching from either her arms or legs.

She grunted behind the heavy mouth gag and tilted her head. Had she heard something? Nothing! What were those soft little things the man had pushed in her ears? Not for the first time that afternoon, she wondered, no, prayed, that the nightmare would end soon. It must be a nightmare-surely. This couldn’t be real life, her arms held firmly by the wrists high above her head. Pulled up so far she was forced to stand on her tip toes, a feat made even more difficult due to the fact that her legs were held apart by some kind of metal rod.

The blindfold was heavy from the weight of all her tears, yet it stayed firmly around her eyes. What a dream this was. Why couldn’t she wake up? She needed to pee so very badly. Why didn’t she just pee now? After all, it might make her wake up. Mummy would be angry but she’d understand when she’d heard all about the bad dream.

Something made Sally hesitate. Yes, it was a dream, but, but the man had been so real and what he’d threatened to do if she peed herself had been scary. Perhaps she wouldn’t wake up and the man would come back in the dream. She shivered. No, she mustn’t!

Again, she twisted her body and wondered why the strange feeling in her bottom felt so real. The man had put something inside. She remembered the terrible feeling when he’d pushed it in, but it hadn’t really happened-had it! What was she wearing? Hadn’t she had her swimming costume on? Why were her back and tummy completely bare now? At least she wasn’t completely naked. She knew from the way it flapped that she was wearing some kind of short skirt, but was on earth did she have on underneath? It felt sort of like knickers at the front, but the back seemed to disappear between her bottom cheeks. Whatever it was it was very tight. If she moved it seemed to grip her either at the back or even worse, in her private bit at the front.

A bead of sweat ran down her back. When would the dream finish? For a second, a feeling of blind panic started to swell up inside her, then subsided. No. She’d already screamed herself hoarse behind the gag and twisted her body till the ropes burned. No more struggling. Suddenly she felt very sleepy. Almost at the same time she felt the pain on her wrists increase as she slumped forward and down. She pulled herself upright and tried to balance on her toes to ease the pain.

The man had laughed. She remembered that. He’d talked so much. As she shifted her weight onto the left foot slightly, she recalled some of his words. Something about games and punishments. She shivered. It was all so real. If only she could wake up!

Upstairs, Tim poured himself another glass of wine and looked at the clock. David should be back soon, he thought, smiling. He cocked his head and listened. The basement was well insulated, he knew, but he kept thinking he could hear the little girl. He sighed. What a great two weeks he and David were going to have!

He sipped his wine and thought back to when he’d first met David three months ago. His first week in the office had been so busy he’d hardly talked to the slim young man he shared it with. Tim had been most careful in positioning his monitor so that only he could see it. At least that way, so he reckoned, he’d be able to surf the internet in private.

The company’s rules had been quite clear on the subject. Surfing was tolerated as long as the work was done-something Tim appreciated! The work itself was no problem, and he soon found himself with hours to spend on his favourite hobby-scouring the preteen websites for bondage pictures.

It was during the third week that David had invited him for a drink. The day had been particularly tedious and Tim was glad of the chance to unwind. He still remembered how he’d almost choked when David had asked him, quite casually, about his preteen picture collection. Explanations had been swift. In turning the computer monitor, Tim simply hadn’t realised that the screen was reflected in the window behind him.

A moment of pure terror had given way to disbelief as it became clear they shared the same fetish. It wasn’t long before they realised just how well they complemented each other. Tim’s adventurous and impulsive nature was tempered by David’s quieter, more cautious approach. If David had cause to thank Tim for introducing him to new websites and pictures Tim was equally grateful for his friend’s expertise in computers. Having always simply stored his collection on his hard drive, he was soon given a crash course in eraser programs, encryption and the latest portable storage devices.

It was Tim’s idea to start with. Rent a secluded house somewhere-preferably abroad during the peak holiday season. Pick up a cute little slave girl and….

David laughed it off initially. Crazy idea. Then he remembered an old friend who’d invited him once to a place in France-near Marseille he thought. Proper little BDSM enthusiast he was-dungeons in the basement, authentic equipment-the lot. As usual, he planned the whole thing, leaving Tim to explain in graphic detail exactly what they’d do.

It wasn’t until they actually arrived at the house that it dawned on David just exactly what they were planning to do. The dungeon rooms were every bit as awesome as his old friend had described. Security was excellent. The large garden was surrounded by a high fence and the main entrance kept locked. The first night they discussed their plans over a bottle of champagne. David had been meticulous in his planning.

Finding the girl had been easier than expected. They’d left early in the morning so as to reach a part of the coast far from the house. The beaches stretched for miles and were full of tourists and their kids. Equipped with only their mobile phones, they’d walked innocently through the enormous parking areas for hours, keeping their eyes open for likely candidates.

It was David who spotted her first. A young girl walking up from the beach, possibly to see if there was an ice cream vendor close by. Judging from her chubby thighs, she’d be better off giving the ice creams a miss, he thought. He’d had to pluck up the courage. As she passed the car, he dropped some old Barbie dolls and looking at the girl had smiled and asked her in French if she’d give him a hand to put them in the car. She’d looked blank. Repeating the request in English, he’d been relieved when she smiled and picked up the dolls. “My little girl’s coming in a minute.” he’d explained. “Can you push them right to the other side?” The girl had leant further into the car. David had watched her plump backside stretching her swimsuit to breaking point. Leaning in as well, it had taken only a second to shake the chloroform pad out its glass jar. The girl had struggled briefly, but with his weight pinning her down on the back seat, she’d quickly succumbed to the heavy chloroform vapour as it filled her lungs. Within seconds she was asleep. A quick call to Tim and then back to the house.

Tim had been ecstatic and it was only David’s quiet reasoning that had stopped his friend from tearing her clothes off in the car! One step at a time. First back to the house to drop them off, and then David would return the car to the small back street garage in Montpellier where he’d first borrowed it using a forged Dutch driving licence. A taxi to the huge car park at the airport to collect his Ford Mondeo and he’d be back in a few hours leaving no traces whatsoever.

Tim was almost asleep when David returned. It was only six o’clock but the excitement had obviously taken its toll. Dave grinned as his friend sat up. “Okay Tim, what have you done with her?” They both laughed. One of their main arguments during the previous month had been over how they should treat a preteen slave girl at the beginning. Tim, the pervert, had argued many times that the girl should be stripped naked and fucked immediately. David, a more imaginative soul, had reasoned that part of the pleasure in savouring the forbidden fruit would be the slow unpeeling and preparation. “What’s the point in doing everything at once?” he’d asked his colleague. “Allow her some modesty. Let her think she still has the right to some privacy. Savour that moment when she realises that everything’s on show! Use your imagination Tim.”

As they walked down to the basement, Tim whispered what he’d done to the girl so far. “Honestly Dave, I did just what we’d said. She was half asleep when I got her down to the dungeon. Blindfold on, ear-plugs and gag, then I took her swimming costume off.” He saw David’s grin. “No honest Dave, I didn’t do anything. Just stuck the butt-plug up her, put the g-string on and then the skirt-like we said.”

David held his breath as they entered the basement. This was the first of three large rooms built underneath the house, each one containing a plethora of BDSM equipment. The girl was at the far end. The two men approached her silently, aware of an aroma of sweaty flesh emanating from the small body.

Sally woke from her short nap and tried to shift her weight to ease the pain from her arms and ankles. Her legs felt like thin fragile sticks and her toes ached as she attempted to move her feet again. Anything to ease the strain on her calf muscles. Why, oh why couldn’t she close her legs, just for a minute? A telescopic separating rod was attached just below her knees and allowed her no leeway. For a second, part of her wondered how she must look with her legs spread so far apart. The strange knickers she had on were so very tight. Not only that. She needed to pee-very, very much. Of course it was a dream. That business in the car-park was all part of the nightmare. Only…only, she mustn’t pee yet. Not till she knew the nightmare was almost over.

What was that? For a second she felt the front of her skirt move. She turned her head and moaned behind the gag. What was it? Suddenly she felt something brush her tummy. Her nipples were stroked. Desperately she twisted her body. Was this part of the dream It was a dream, wasn’t it? Silence. Something touched her bottom. Her buttocks were jiggled in turn. She felt the strange knickers being pulled and her buttocks twitched as the thin cord was eased out from between them. A twist and somehow she knew the strange thing had been removed. The feeling of relief was replaced with apprehension. The sudden waft of cold air under her skirt signalled that her bottom and private parts were uncovered. The need to empty her bladder was greater than ever.

Something tickled her ear. She felt warm breath. Then a soft voice, barely perceptible through the ear-plugs. “It’s okay. You need to pee? There’s a large bucket just underneath you. You can pee now.” Then silence.

Sally hesitated. The voice spoke again, a little lower. “I said you can pee. Do it now or you’ll have to wait till tomorrow!” The girl shivered. What should she do? It was a dream-yes? So Mummy would be angry, but she’d understand. Besides, she didn’t like the tone of the voice. It was scary.

She didn’t have much choice. Her bladder was at breaking point. David and Tim watched as a strong stream of urine poured from under her skirt down into the red plastic bucket held between her legs.

The feeling of relief was short-lived. Hot breath on her cheek. Tim winked at David and pulled her ear-plugs out. “Nod your head if you can hear me girl!” he whispered. Sally jerked her head to one side, then nodded. “Listen very carefully. In a second, I’m going to take your blindfold off. Then I’ll take your gag off while you have a drink of water-but I’m putting another one on afterwards. You don’t make a sound. If you say one word, I’ll punish you!”

Sally’s eyes were red from crying and blinked furiously as she got accustomed to the light in the dungeon. She saw the two men in front of her and froze. Tim undid her heavy plastic gag and handed it to David.

“Okay, drink this” he said, raising a metal beaker of water to her lips. The little girl drank furiously. When she’d finished, he turned to his friend who handed him a red ball gag. “Aren’t these just so sexy?” he said excitedly, pushing the ball in the girl’s mouth. Within seconds, he’d tied it tightly around her head.

Sally’s eye’s followed him. She knew she had to obey his order not to make a noise, but it wasn’t really happening, was it? She grunted and looked at David, standing to her left. David laughed. “You know Tim, I think you’re right. She doesn’t really need that silly skirt, does she!”

Tim grinned and looked at the girl’s frightened eyes. “No, I think we should take her skirt off and see what she’s got underneath.” Sally’s eyes bulged as she felt David’s hands on her short skirt. She writhed frantically as she sought to protect her modesty. Then it was done and she saw him holding her skirt to his nose. The tears ran. Not only did the cold draught tell her that her most private parts were now on show, she suddenly realised how she must look with her legs spread wide open. They could see. They could see everything! So rude! It wasn’t right. She’d wake up soon and tell Mummy. She’d wake up and …

Strong hands suddenly grabbed her arms and she felt her hands being released from the rope holding them high above her head. Any thoughts of release were dashed as Tim pulled them behind her back and secured them with a thick leather strap. Next he fastened a black studded collar around her neck. Clipping a silver chain to a ring at the back, he pulled her hands as high up her back as he could and hooked the chain to the strap round her hands. David put his face next to hers. “Don’t worry little girl, we’re just going to give you a shower. You must be clean” He kissed her cheek. “Can’t spank a dirty bottom can we?”

Sally hardly heard him as all her weight was put on her aching legs. Leaning against David, she looked down at her legs, then up at the men. Tim laughed. “Oh no, we’re not taking off the separating rod just yet.” He pointed to a small shower in the corner. “I want you to go over there and get in the shower.” He paused. “You have to get used to walking with your legs apart like this! Make sure you keep your balance and whatever you do, don’t fall over!”

David stood behind her and admired her large backside. Tim noticed and laughed. “Nice arse isn’t it!” he said. He grabbed her left buttock and squeezed it. Sally jumped and fought to keep her balance. To her horror, she felt the man pull it to the side and stick his finger deep between her cheeks. David saw the tip of a black butt-plug protruding from the girl’s tight bum hole. Tim poked it hard and looked at David. “I guess she can take a bigger one than this.” He grinned. “Got to get your bottom ready for fucking haven’t we girl!”

Sally shut her eyes. Why her, why oh why. Please let it not be really happening. Please… She felt the man pushing her. “Over to the shower-move!” Slowly, she moved her legs and tottered forward a few paces. The men smiled at her bow legged gait. “No girl, up on your toes!” ordered Tim cruelly. The girl raised herself onto her toes, then came down with a bump. It was clearly very difficult to walk like this after hours supporting her weight only on her toes, especially with her legs stretched so far apart. She sobbed behind the gag and tried to look at the men behind her.

A large hand slapped her bottom hard and she almost fell. “Disobedience will be punished young lady.” she heard the other man say. “Now, up on your toes and walk!” It was only about five yards, but for Sally it seemed like a thousand miles. She reached the shower cubicle and leant against it panting, tears running down her face. David turned on the water and helped the girl inside. Sally jumped as the cold jet of water hit her. David started to wash her hair while Tim began to soap her sweaty body all over. David stopped what he was doing and watched as Tim’s hand reached the girl’s smooth little pussy. Sally jerked backwards as she felt his fingers stroking her pussy lips. A muffled scream escaped the gag as he pushed a finger inside. “You want to have it nice and clean for your pussy whipping later don’t you?” he muttered.

He turned his attention to her bottom and pulled out the black rubber butt-plug. Sally squirmed as she felt him push one, then two fingers into her anus. “I think we’ll leave it out till bedtime” he said. David nodded and finished rinsing the soap off her trembling little body.

“Right, out you come.” The men lifted her gently out of the shower and dried her with a large towel. “Hungry?” she heard one of the men ask. She nodded her head and looked up, her eyes glistening with tears. Tim laughed. “Good. That’s how it should be.” He wiped a tear away. “Little slave girls have to earn their food, and you haven’t done anything yet.” He winked at David. “You’ll be getting plenty of high protein snacks so you won’t starve. It really is very good, and you have to swallow every drop!” They laughed.

Tim ordered her to follow them back to the centre of the room. Slowly she raised herself onto her toes and hobbled over to him. She stood in front of the two men and lowered her heels to the floor. How her feet and legs ached! She looked down between her legs. She did so want to put her knickers back on. How could they keep her like this? It was so dirty. Her private bit looked red from the man’s rough hand in the shower. She tried to pull her hands down a little from behind her back but immediately felt the chain pulling her collar. How long would they keep her like this? Surely it must be long enough?

“I can’t remember giving you permission to lower your heels” said Tim in icy tones. “You’re a very obstinate little slave girl, aren’t you. After my friend here has finished spanking you, I think you’ll have to be punished.” He laughed at her confused and terrified expression. “Oh no young lady, a spanking isn’t a punishment. It’s just part of your daily routine. You’ll soon get used to it!” He looked at David. “All yours!”

David pulled her gently to where he was sitting. He patted her plump bottom and looked at her frightened eyes. His other hand crept up to her exposed pussy and he gently stroked her soft mound. “Don’t worry, it’ll be painful at first but you’ll get used to it.” He paused. “You see, a slave girl’s bottom should be kept warm and rosy pink all the time and the only way to do that is to spank it frequently.

Breathing heavily, he pulled the little girl gently over his lap. He surveyed the trembling form across his legs and nodded. Her hands were held well clear of her bottom and the separating rod ensured that she’d find it more difficult to clench her buttocks together. A few adjustments to her position and he had her just how he wanted. Her large soft bum lay under his hand like two peaches and he explored them slowly, chuckling as his finger brushed her sensitive bum hole, making her shiver.

Cupping his hand slightly, he started to spank her, gently at first, entranced by the way her large posterior wobbled under him. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he increased the force of the spanks, allowing her time to get used to the feeling. Sally couldn’t believe what was happening. No-one had ever spanked her before-well apart from a few well deserved slaps from her mother-but never like this. She sobbed quietly as her bottom grew slowly warmer. It wasn’t exactly painful but she could feel the spanks getting harder. Suddenly the man stopped. “Hmm, getting warmer, but not quite red enough.” The spanking started again. Ouch! Sally started to panic. The man was spanking much harder now. Desperately, she tried to turn on his lap. She felt something hard between his legs sticking into her. Owwww! Please let him stop-please!

His other hand wrapped round her waist, holding her tight. “Slave-girls do not wriggle while their bottoms are being spanked!” David said, stopping for a moment. “This is simply to get it nice and red. You’ll have an excuse for wriggling later!” He continued spanking the girl for another minute until leaning back and panting. “Bloody hell my hand’s sore!” he said to Tim sitting opposite. “I think I’ll use a paddle next time.”

He stroked the girl’s bright red buttocks for a few seconds, then pulled her onto her feet. Her tears were dropping on the floor and she was crying loudly behind the gag. “Oh don’t be such a baby!” David said, taking a tissue and drying her eyes. Looking down he touched the separating rod below her knees and laughed. “You know Tim, I think she’d like this a bit longer.” Tim watched as his friend rotated the middle of the rod, making it at least six inches longer. Sally gazed in horror as her legs were forced wider apart. Her bum felt it was on fire. How she desperately wanted to rub it better. Now the man was doing this. David gave her a gentle push forward. “Go over to the other master” he ordered. “He’s waiting!”

Sally concentrated hard on keeping her balance as she waddled slowly over on her tip toes. When she saw the cane in his hand, she froze in terror. Tim smiled cruelly, nodding his head. “Yes, I bet you’re scared, aren’t you. I was going to give you just a pussy whipping, but after your behaviour earlier, it’s clear you need a proper punishment first.” He flexed the cane. “I bet you can’t wait for me to get started on that naughty bottom of yours.”

The young girl grunted and squealed behind the gag. Please no-he couldn’t-he wouldn’t beat her with that! Teachers used to use them years ago-but not any more. Her sore backside twitched as she imagined what it would feel like.

Tim grinned and then pretended to be deep in thought. “Of course, if you perform one of your slave girl duties now, and perform it very well, I might let you off the beating and go straight to the pussy whipping. Would you like that?” Sally nodded, ready to do anything to protect her glowing bottom from the cane.

Tim pulled her closer and ran the cane over her chest, patting her tiny nipples with the end. “Well, let’s see how good you are at sucking cock, shall we?” He lowered the cane and ran it over her pussy, jiggling the soft mound with the tip.

Holding her shoulders, he pushed her down onto her knees and quickly lowered his trousers and pants. He reached behind the girl’s head and untied the ball gag. She grunted quietly as the red ball was pulled out and licked the inside of her mouth. “One word, just one word and I’ll thrash the skin off you!” warned Tim menacingly.

Sally stared transfixed as he held his erect penis inches from her mouth. David watched in amazement as Tim tickled the girl’s face with the tip. How on earth was the girl going to cope with that monster? He had no idea Tim was so well endowed!

“Well you little slut, this is your only chance. You suck my cock till cream comes out the end. You swallow every drop-understand! If any falls on the floor you get a beating. Get going!” He grabbed her hair and pulled the girl’s head forward. His throbbing member touched her lips and for a second she seemed to hesitate. Then she saw the man raise the cane. Panicking she opened her mouth wide and started to suck the end. The salty taste of her tears mixed with the strange taste of the man’s thing. What was she doing? This was disgusting. It just couldn’t be happening-could it? She paused to take a breath and Tim pushed her head down harder. “Take it right in! I want it tickling your tonsils!” He stroked her wet cheek and showed her how to massage it with her tongue. “Up and down-that’s better” he added softly, smiling as the sweaty little girl tried to please him. Sally felt him push her down and choked as his cock filled her whole mouth. Tim gave her a few seconds, then tapped her head with the cane. “Faster you little prick-tease!” he ordered, his voice sounding hoarse.

Sally moved her head faster. Would it all be over soon-please let it be over! Every part of her body was aching. Her sore knees held so far apart, her inner thighs were begging for rest. Her arms, still attached to the collar and held high behind her back were pulled up every time she pushed her head down. Her throbbing buttocks cried out to be rubbed better. She felt so very hungry and badly needed another drink. If that wasn’t enough she felt again the strong need for the bathroom-only not just for a pee.

All at once she felt the man’s cock jump and swell slightly in her mouth. Warm sticky liquid flooded the back of her mouth. Must swallow..must swallow it! Not the beating-please not that. Gasping for air, she felt some of the liquid trickling down her chin. No, no please no! Sucking loudly, the frantic girl swallowed all she could. Pausing for another breath, she tried desperately to lick her chin, unintentionally losing hold of the man’s cock. Terrified, she bobbed her head around trying to get the slippery tool back in her mouth. She saw more liquid was coming out of the hole at the end. No, no… Just in time she managed to get her soft lips round Tim’s fast-softening penis.

Tim sighed and stroked her hair, smiling. “Really very good for a first time.” He pulled his pants back up and reached for the ball gag. “Can’t keep you out of uniform for too long, can we?” he said, pushing the ball back in her mouth. He grinned at David. “Your turn Dave!” David laughed. “Okay, but I fancy something to eat first. I think I’ll save her for dessert.” Tim chuckled and lifted the girl to her feet. Suddenly he noticed something on the floor. “Oh dear, you dropped some of my cream on the floor, you naughty girl.” Sally looked down and saw a small drop glistening on the bare concrete floor. “Seems I’ll have to beat you after all!” Sally looked at Tim, then David, her eyes full of terror, pleading for mercy. “Tell you what” said Tim, bending the cane. “I’ll give you a chance to lower the number of strokes. This room’s too dusty, it needs sweeping.” He pointed to the far end of the room. “There’s a small brush over there. I want you to sweep the room and make a nice pile of dust over there.” He paused. “I don’t care how you do it. You can try holding the brush with your toes or sticking the handle between your buttocks.” He winked at David and laughed. “If I see that you’ve tried hard, I’ll only give you six strokes instead of twenty four. Now get to work!”

Sally watched the two men leave. For a while she stood immobile, swaying as she fought to keep her balance. She stared at the door. No, it wasn’t happening. It was a dream-the worst nightmare ever. Yet…yet, she hadn’t woken up. The spanking had been so painful and what the man had made her do! Behind the gag she screamed and tottered towards the door. Tears flowed faster. It wasn’t happening, it wasn’t!

For a few minutes she leant against the door, weeping. If only her Mummy and Daddy would come and save her! She was hungry, thirsty, her legs ached, her arms were hurting and she needed the bathroom.

The small broom with a short thin handle stood in the corner. Slowly she started to walk over to it, her splayed legs making her waddle like a duck. How on earth to use the brush? Using her toes was out of the question. There was no way she could brush the floor like that. For a moment she wondered if the man had been right and she should try and stick the handle between her bottom cheeks. Carefully she turned round and backed up to the wall. Her buttocks were already twitching when the broom handle touched her back. Suddenly she felt her fingers touch it. She almost choked in gratitude. Her hands were pulled tightly up her back, nevertheless she could move her fingers. Gingerly she wiggled them until she felt the handle. For a while she just rested against the wall. Then, clasping the brush tightly behind her back, she slowly tottered into the centre of the cold dank room and started sweeping. She was young. She’d never had to sweep a floor in her life. Yet something deep down told her to try. No matter how, but she had to sweep the floor. The dust had to be removed to the far corner or she’d be beaten. The man’s face followed her everywhere. Please not that cane! She had no doubt it would be painful. Just brush, just brush the dust! She couldn’t see the brush but she soon got into a rhythm of brushing forward between her legs. Her arms screamed for rest. Her legs felt like jelly. Please, oh please would they come and allow her to go to the bathroom. She desperately needed to go. Something to eat. Something to drink. Please! Only she must sweep the floor …must sweep!