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From: "Rick Pena" <zebulon@fastmail.ca>
Subject: {ASSM} The Training of Jeannie and Clair Part 2/11 (MF,FF,Bond)
Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 19:10:05 -0400
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This is a work of fiction in 11 parts.  No reference to real persons 
is intended.  It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery 
and language.  If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it.
          
Feedback is welcome.  Zebulon@fastmail.ca

(MF, FF, Bond)

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Part 2 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair
by Zebulon

                      *   *   *   *   *

     As Jeannie regained consciousness, her head felt as
if it were stuffed with cotton.  Her left wrist and mouth
hurt.  She was completely disoriented and felt so tired
it was very difficult to open her eyes.  She was sitting
up . . . and her legs were stretched out in front of her
. . . and she was leaning back against a cold flat
surface . . . and her arms were somehow behind her.  And
then the sudden realization that her wrists were linked
together, that there was something in her mouth, that she
was naked.  With a sudden shot of adrenaline she lifted
her head part way and forced her eyes open.  At first all
she saw in the dimly lit room was her own hair dangling
down in front of her face and her naked legs.  She noted
that her ankles were tied together.  A rush of fear
engulfed her as she strove to simultaneously remember how
he had gotten there and figure out what else was going on
around her.  Jeannie's mind remained foggy on both
counts, but she did become aware of some other noises in
the room.

     To her right she heard a muffled moaning sound and
soon sensed at the edge of her peripheral vision another
naked form.  With an effort she turned her head and saw
Brenda, another Boobies waitress lying face down with her
wrists and ankles pulled together in a classic hog tie. 
Her attention was drawn to Brenda's head where a red ball
with some kind of strap attached had been shoved into her
mouth and strapped around so that it would stay there. 
In that moment she became fully aware of the similar gag
in her own mouth.  Then her terror really became acute.

     Jeannie was sobering fast now as she heard some
small scuffling noises to her left.  Strapped into a
chair in a sitting position with her head lolling on her
chest was Clair.  Her legs had been pulled apart and her
ankles strapped into the back legs of each side of the
chair.  Her toes were pointing downward and the chair had
been bolted to the floor.  There was a belt like
arrangement which encircled both the back of the chair
and Clair's waist, effectively holding her in a sitting
position.  There was a high back on the chair and,
judging from the position of Clair's head, the collar
which encircled her neck must have been linked to the
chair back.  At that moment she became aware of the
collar around her own neck and with a tentative tug, the
fact that her neck was also linked to the wall behind
her.  Another glance at Clair showed that her hands were
somehow tied behind the chair back, but given her
position, Jeannie couldn't see how.  Clair was also
gagged with a red ball.

     Jeannie made a quick survey of the room, which was
quite large, and found it filled will a variety of
strange frameworks and tables, almost like a gym.  There
were also a number of dressers along the walls plus a few
chairs and a large sofa in a far corner.  The walls were
covered with mirrors and a large number of the ceiling
tiles were mirrors as well.

     Just beyond Clair was a tall stranger who was
removing the street clothes of a girl she recognized as
somehow associated with Boobies.  The girl had long blond
hair and a good, if unsensational, figure.  She certainly
wouldn't be working at Boobies, at least not out front. 
Perhaps she was part of the accounting staff.  She looked
carefully at the face and suddenly made the connection. 
This was Clair's roommate.  She used to pick her up from
time to time after work.  The Blond's blouse and bra had
already been removed revealing pert breasts with
prominent, very pink nipples.  Her breath was slow and
regular.  Jeannie watched as the nipples rose and fell. 
Her arms were pulled up over her head, linked at the
wrist and connected to an iron ring which was set into
the wall a few inches above floor level.  The girl was
lying on her back as the stranger was removing the
shackles which held her ankles together.  Her feet were
bare and her shoes and socks lay in a pile behind the
man.

     A glance at Clair indicated she was just beginning
to regain her senses.  A quick check of Brenda showed
that she wasn't far behind Jeannie in regaining full
awareness.  But while Jeannie was again becoming fully
conscious, she still felt extremely weak.  Brenda's eyes
were on the stranger who was working on the blond's legs. 
Her expression over the gag was a mixture of anger,
hatred, and fear--mostly anger and hate.

     A scrapping noise behind her caused her to shift her
attention back to the stranger.  He had finished undoing
the ankle constraints, which now lay next to the shoes
and socks.  He had undone the blond's belt, snap, and
zipper, and was in the process of pulling her jeans off. 
The blond seemed to be farther along in regaining
consciousness than Clair, but not nearly so far along as
Brenda.  That is, she was watching the stranger with
uncomprehending eyes as he finished removing her jeans. 
The girl had a better figure than Jeannie had given her
credit for, if you liked smaller breasts.  And despite
the horror of the situation, Jeannie found herself being
turned on by the helpless nudity and vulnerability of the
other girls and the obvious power and control of the
stranger.

     She saw him sit back and watch as the blond's
consciousness came trickling back.  He watched her feeble
attempts to move her legs out of his reach.  Unlike the
other three, the blond was not wearing a red ball gag
although there might be one sitting on the floor there
somewhere.

     Then the stranger, who was sitting next to the blond
on the floor, reached over between her legs and began to
gently, almost lovingly, massage the tender public area
through her flowered panties.  The blond twitched in
obvious agitation at the intrusion, but otherwise
couldn't prevent it.  Her breath came more rapidly than
before and she seemed to be trying to gain enough control
of her breathing and vocal chords to register a protest.

     The stranger just kept rubbing, moving more deeply
into the slit between her legs.  He smiled as if pleased
with the reaction he was obtaining.  And then he spoke.

     "My little tart is getting wet."

     The blond made a determined effort to speak and
succeeded in producing a ragged, guttural, cry.  The
stranger calmly and deliberately reached up and slapped
her left breast with considerable force.  The crack could
be easily heard throughout the room.

     "Quiet," he then said, without anger, "I'll tell you
when you are permitted to speak."  He quietly resumed his
manipulation of her genitals and with his other hand
began to gently massage the tit he had just slapped. 
Tears welled up in the blond's eyes, but she ceased to
protest.

     During these minutes, Jeannie had felt her strength
starting to return.  A quick glance had shown that the
same was probably true for Brenda.  And an inspection of
Clair showed that she wasn't too far behind.  Clair was
viewing Jeannie and Brenda with a look of terror and
listening to the activities behind her back and beyond
her field of vision.

     The stranger had obviously succeeded in working the
blond into a state of sexual heat.  He might be a
perverted monster, but he clearly knew what he was doing. 
The blond was breathing more raggedly and a light sweat
had broken out over most of her body.  Her panties were
still on and the restless hands were still working at her
breasts and cunt.

     "You can talk now, can't you?," he asked.  After a
long moment without a response he reached over and gave
her right breast a hard slap.

     "Yes, yes, yes. . ." she gasped, between ragged
breathing and tears.  "What do you want from . . ."

     Slap.  Another hard slap, this time to the left
breast again.  "I didn't tell you that you were permitted
to ask questions, did I."  No response, as the
manipulation of her pussy relentlessly continued.

     Slap.  This time to the right breast.  "Did I?"

     "No!"  Her tears were flowing quite freely although
her sexual heat hadn't seemed to have diminished.

     "Much better," he smiled at her and went back to
gently massaging her breasts.  "So you can talk then,
can't you, my dear?"

     "Yes," through heavier breathing.

     "Excellent."  And now he seemed to change the tempo
of his manipulations.  He started rubbing and tweaking
her nipples and a calculated, rhythmic pattern and the
hand in her crotch became a single finger playing over
her clitoris through the thin moist cloth.  Despite
everything Jeannie was herself getting wet at the pure
demonstration of power, sexuality, and control.  The
pattern of the blond's breathing had changed, becoming
shorter and clearly more aroused.  And yet, the stranger
seemed in complete control and she was nowhere near
reaching an orgasm.

     "And what is your name, sweet thing?"

     ". . .Pant, pant, Susan, pant, pant, Susan, pant,
pant, Susan Leeds, pant, pant, pant . . ."

     The man smiled broadly.  "And how do you feel,
Susan? . . . The truth now."

     ". . .Pant, pant, pant, I'm, pant, afraid, pant,
pant, my breasts, pant, hurt, pant, pant, pant . . ."

     "And?" he asked"

     Tears again welled up in Susan's eyes as she lay
there under the stranger's ministrations gasping for
breath.  He raised his had over her breast as if to slap
it again, but more slowly this time and she blurted out,
". . .I'm very, pant, horny, pant, pant, pant . . ." her
tears were running down the sides of her face, wetting
her hair, causing damp spots to form on the floor under
her head.

     Again the stranger smiled and went back to tweaking
and rubbing her nipples as he continued to massage her
clitoris.  Then he said, "there's a little something I
want you to do for me, O.K.?"

     ". . .pant, pant, O., pant, K., pant, pant . . ."

     I'm going to stop rubbing you for a minute and I
want you to put your legs together enough so that I can
remove your panties; do you understand?"

     " . . .pant, pant, Yes, pant, pant . . ."

     "And will you do that for me."

     " . . .pant, pant, Yes, pant, pant . . ."

     "Wonderful," his smile was beatific  Susan's face
showed nothing but resignation and lust.  Jeannie tore
her attention briefly away to check Brenda and Clair and
nothing had changed in either of them except that they
were both now much more awake.

     The stranger stopped rubbing.  After a very brief
pause, Susan moved her ankles to within a few inches of
each other.  The stranger reached out with both hands and
grasped her panties on each hip.  He then looked at her
expectantly.  After another brief pause, Susan put her
weight on her heels and raised her bottom up off of the
floor.  The stranger slid the panties down to her ankles. 
For a long moment nothing happened.  And then he looked
up at her again and she quietly lowered her bottom back
down and raised her feet up a few inches.

     "Thank you," he said, "you're very sweet."

     The process hadn't taken long, and the stranger was
soon back up at Susan's side, manipulating her nipples. 
Her legs were still fairly close together, as she had
left them.  And even though her own ankles were tied
together, Jeannie found herself slowly spreading her
knees in sympathy as the stranger rested has free hand
over Susan's pubic mound.  He continued working her
nipples, which by now were fully engorged and super
sensitive, and looked quietly and expectantly into her
eyes.

     Susan's breathing was taking on a new tone as the
stranger's handling of her nipples changed and, without
his having to say a word, Susan slowly spread her legs to
allow his probing hand access to her now fully exposed
pussy.  He smiled at her and said, "good girl," and then
reached in and began to work her cunt with expert
precision.

     Susan's juices were freely flowing by this time. 
Her breathing much heavier and more throaty than earlier. 
In truth she had never felt this kind of sexual rush
before.  The stranger was probing her and pressing sexual
response buttons she hadn't even known were there.  One
finger had worked its way up her love canal making it
easier for the rich sexual fluid to trickle out.  With
two other fingers he was working this juice in and around
her love button in a complex pattern.  He was rubbing the
surface of the little bud, then squeezing it from the
sides, then working it up and down or in and out or side
to side, then starting over again.  Susan was completely
covered with sweat by this time and her nipples were
twice their original size.  They had also taken on a much
deeper shade of red.

     The stranger continued fondling Susan's pussy but
moved his other hand up from her breasts to her face.  He
gently scratched her neck, ear, and cheek, and then
rested his thumb on her lower lip.  His left hand kept
busily moving all the while and Susan seemed clearly to
be moving closer to an orgasm although somehow the timing
was completely in the stranger's hands.  He looked
lovingly into her face as he rested his thumb on her lip
and listened to her accelerating breathing.  And then,
almost as if she didn't know or couldn't control what she
was doing, she closed her eyes, took his thumb into her
mouth and began to suck.  Susan was no expert on giving
head or even on sucking thumbs, for that matter, but she
was clearly lost in the feelings of the moment and was
performing an oral sexual act on this hand which had four
times assaulted her breasts; on this man who had abducted
her or at least arranged for her abduction.

     And as she did so, the stranger accelerated his
massage of Susan's clitoris and pressed it in a way he
hadn't before.  Quickly Susan's breathing became
extremely chaotic--blowing mostly through her nose and
around the stranger's thumb.  Her pussy felt excited in
ways she had never experienced before.  She felt an
incredible pressure building up in her, crying for
release.  She lost track of the man's thumb, opened her
mouth wide, and began grunting with an amazing animal
abandon.  The stranger went back to massaging her
nipples.

     And then, when he gauged the moment to be exactly
right, he grabbed her left nipple with two fingers and
her clitoris with two on the other hand, and squeezed,
just so.

     Susan's orgasm was like a cosmic release, rending
her body and soul.  As she came, the stranger released
her nipple completely but continued to play with her cunt
using an entirely new pattern and kept the orgasm
spasming for a full five minutes.

     By then, Susan had been reduced to an almost
mindless animalistic state.  And when he was finally
satisfied with her responses, he gently tapered off,
stopping just short of driving her into unconsciousness. 
Then he bent over her, bringing his face to within inches
of hers; forcing her to look deeply into his eyes for a
long minute as he smiled at her.  He then leaned forward
and kissed her deeply.  And almost thoughtlessly she
kissed him back as he completed the process which drove
her into a deep sleep from which she did not awake until
the next day.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     Meanwhile, Jeannie had gone half crazy watching this
performance.  Her crotch was soaked and there was a small
damp spot on the floor under her.  As the Trainer stood,
Jeannie realized that her own breathing was deep and
ragged.

     The Trainer turned toward the other three captives
to survey their reactions.  He knew they had been fully
aware for quite some time.  He was especially interested
in assessing the nature of the second brunette.  She was
quite a looker, not nearly as stunning as Jeannie, but
perhaps much more dominant.  As long as she were here, it
paid to explore the possibilities.

     Clair had her eyes tightly shut, as if she were
trying to block everything out.  The Trainer studied the
expression on her face and what body posture her
constraints permitted and decided that her primary
emotion was fear.  'Good,' he thought, 'it won't be too
difficult to mold that into a fine submissive.'

     Shifting his gaze, the looked at Jeannie who was
shackled to the wall by her neck collar.  She was
following him intently with her eyes, and in her face was
fear and discomfort, but something else as well.  He
noted that her knees were not tightly held together, even
though she was only bound at the ankles and he was
looking directly at her.  She wasn't holding her legs
wide open either.  Instead there was about a ten inch gap
between the knees.  Looking closer he noticed the
glistening pubic hair and the dampness on the floor
around her crotch.  She hadn't peed, there wasn't enough
wetness for that and it wouldn't have left her crotch
gleaming like that.  The girl had been turned on by
watching.  He studied her face for a while and decided
she would probably make a more natural submissive than a
dominatrix.  He had mixed feelings about that--she would
be easier to train, but have less natural inclination to
dominate.

     He turned to Brenda.  She had managed to shift her
position by squirming so that instead of having to raise
her head to observe Susan she was oriented sideways to
her.  She had turned her face upward so that she could
look directly into the Trainer's eyes as he studied her. 
Her expression was a little fear mixed with a great deal
of hatred.  'A natural dominant, but a real bitch to
train.'

     Four girls, however, were more than he wanted to
take on.  Too many different factors to keep track of. 
He didn't want to mess up the contract with extraneous
variables.  He considered the situation only briefly. 
Clearly Jeannie was the brunette of choice.  While Brenda
had a nice enough face and figure, Jeannie was stunning
by comparison.  Furthermore, the combination of Jeannie
and Clair was as close to perfect as he was likely to
get.  Brenda and Clair simply didn't look quite right
together.  Susan he had decided to keep for himself.  He
had a weakness for blonds and really preferred girls with
smaller and more sensitive breasts.  Susan was perfect
for his tastes and she turned him on, especially her
smell.  Besides, her responsiveness to his ministrations
had been exceptional.  While he really didn't want an
extra girl involved in the training, he wasn't about to
toss Susan away.  But Brenda had to go.

     Which suggested a number of alternatives.  He
vaguely remembered another contract which she just might
fit.  He'd have to make a quick check and arrange for
transportation if warranted.

     "Hey guys, are you ready?" he called out.  And the
recruiters, who had been sitting in the kitchen, drinking
beer and watching through the open door, came in.  All
three girls looked up to follow their entrance.

     "Keep an eye on things for a few minutes," he said,
motioning to a large sofa.  "I've got to make a few quick
calls."

     The two men sat and spent a delightful half hour
enjoying the discomposure of the captives.  Clair was
mortified.  Brenda just glared.  Jeannie felt strangely
and powerfully ambiguous.  Susan slept.

     The Trainer reappeared.  "Come with me.  I'll get
your money and tell you what I have in mind."  Both
recruiters perked up at the announcement.  They followed
the Trainer out of the room, leaving the girls briefly to
their own devices.

     As they walked, the younger recruiter said, "that
was one hell of a performance.  Where did you learn to do
that?"

     The Trainer thought about it for a moment before
responding, "My mother was one of the founders of the
Mart.  She worked free lance for most of her life and
when I came along, somewhat unexpectedly, she just kind
of took me into the business."  He led them to a small
office.  "Over the years, she taught me just about
everything she knew, but more importantly, she taught me
how to experiment with the girls we trained to find out
more."  He sat at a desk and removed a cash box from one
of the drawers.  "I'm always trying new ideas, new
combinations, and I hang on to what works and forget the
rest."  He set the box on the desk.  "I enjoy my work."

     The older recruiter asked how long it took for him
to train a girl.  Strangely, he had never concerned
himself with this aspect of the business before.  But
after seeing the Trainer work. . .

     Looking up the Trainer said, thoughtfully, "it
depends.  I can usually get them to behave the way I want
within a matter of minutes, or at most, hours.  It might
take weeks or even months, however, before the training
is complete and the behavior has become permanently
ingrained."

     Turning back to the box he opened it and took out
two large bundles of money.  Handing one to each
recruiter he said, "here is the payment for Jeannie and
Clair."  Then, he counted out another large wad of cash,
equivalent to a third bundle like the first two.  "This
is for you to split.  It's payment for the extra girls. 
If anyone asks, I will tell them that I ordered them as a
last minute deal.

     The two recruiters hadn't even expected full
payment, much less any additional payment.  Their
reaction was profound relief and gratitude.  The Trainer
was offering to cover for them with the Mart.  What did
he want in return?

     "The blond especially pleases me and I'm going to
keep her.  However, I've got a little problem with the
second brunette and I'd appreciate it if you two would
help me solve it"

     They were completely ready and willing to comply.

                      *   *   *   *   *

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