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Subject: {ASSM} Part 5 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair
Date: Thu, 27 Jun 2002 16:10:03 -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@canadamail.de

(MF, FF, Bond)

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Part 5 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair
by Zebulon

                      *   *   *   *   *

     Clair was 26 years old.  Of all the girls at Boobies
who were working there as a temporary way of funding
something else, Clair was the most temporary.  She was a
tall girl with large breasts, an excellent figure,
unusually attractive hair, and a really nice face.  It
made her a natural for Boobies.  But when she interviewed
for the position she made it clear she would only work
behind the bar and she would only be there until she had
finished her Master's Degree in Sociology.  The manager
almost didn't hire her.  He hated being dictated to.  But
she had bar experience and he was a bartender short. 
Besides, he thought to himself, 'the bitch is a real
looker.'

     Clair wasn't interested in a career as a bimbo, she
just needed the money.  And Boobies paid well.  Besides
the hours fit her class schedule.  Four more weeks and
she would have been finished with Boobies and have moved
off to a large university in another state where she had
already been accepted into a doctoral program.

     Clair had moved in with Susan as soon as she started
her Master's degree, for the same reason she had applied
for and then taken the position at Boobies.  It was a way
to cut her expenses and help her get through school.  As
it turned out, they got along well and had become quite
close.  They confided in each other and had grown almost
like family.

     Now Susan lay bound behind her and her entire life
was being swept away.

     As Jeannie approached, most of the urine had dried
leaving a sticky residue on Clair's skin.  Something in
Jeannie's expression made Clair start to pee again, but
there was very little left to dribble out.

     Clair was a so much taller girl that strapped into
her seat, her head was only slightly below the level of
Jeannie's standing before her.  The short brunette was
idly tapping the riding crop against the side of her leg. 
"When I take your gag off, please don't say anything
unless . . ."

     She was interrupted by an explosive snap of fingers.

     Clair saw her Mistress whorl around and the Master
crooking his finger at her to come back to him.  The
expression on his face indicated mild disapproval.  Her
Mistress quickly walked over with slightly stooped
shoulders to where the Master leaned down and whispered
some additional instructions in her ear.  Clair saw her
straighten up as he talked.  When he finished, she looked
up at him for a moment and he smiled down at her.  And as
she turned back toward her, she saw the Master playfully
slap her on her rear.  Her Mistress smiled over her
shoulder at him and then returned to stand before her
again.  She was even more imposing than before.

     "I'm going to remove your gag," she said in a much
sterner voice, "and when I do you will not talk unless
you are told to.  Do you understand?"  Her Mistress was
tapping the crop against her leg to punctuate her words.

     Clair nodded.  They hadn't been close friends at
Boobies; in fact, they hardly ever spoke except to say
hello and do business.  But they had always been on
pleasant terms.  Now Clair felt definite fear of the
woman standing before her.  She nodded.

     "Good."  Jeannie laid the crop across Clair's legs
and then reached up and undid the strap.  She had a
little trouble with the catch and had to pull Clair's
head a little forward and lean in to get the job done. 
Clair felt her Mistress's right leg rub up against her
own and felt her erect nipple rub up against her cheek. 
When the gag was off, Clair experimentally worked her
mouth.  The rubber ball had been there for some time and
her jaw muscles were sore.

     Jeannie dropped the gag on the floor and picked up
the crop.  She watched her for a few moments and then
asked, "do you feel horny?"

     "N. . . No, Mistress."

     Jeannie was somewhat surprised by being called
Mistress.  A mild thrill went through her at the sense of
her own power.  She realized almost immediately that
Clair must be following instructions which Master Rex had
given when she was out of the room.  But she also had a
job to do.  Slapping Clair lightly on one thigh with the
crop she asked, "do you have a stutter?"

     "No."

     Another slap, just a little harder this time, "No,
what?"

     "No, Mistress."

     Then she reached out with her right hand and begin
manipulating the nipple as she had learned from the
Master.  She watched as Clair looked up at her and her
breathing came faster.  After a minute of this, she
switched sides and worked on the other breast.  Clair's
nipples were fully erect now, her eyes had glazed over,
and her breathing was erratic.  It was as if she were
breathing in time with the irregular motions of Jeannie's
fingers.  Jeannie was slightly intoxicated with feelings
of power and control.  She suddenly stopped and stood
back.  "Do you feel horny, now?

     Clair was as mortified as when she had peed all over
herself.  "Yes Mistress."

     "There is some work to do, and you are going to do
it, understand?"

     "Yes, Mistress."

     "When I undo your restraints you will follow my
orders exactly and give me no trouble, will you?

     "No, Mistress."

     Jeannie again laid the crop across Clair's lap and
then came around and removed first one and then the other
ankle restraint.  Clair slowly and carefully moved her
legs around in front of her.  They were very sore from
having been in that cramped position for so long.  She
was careful, however, not to let the riding crop drop off
of her lap.

     When she had finished with the ankle restraints,
Jeannie unbuckled the belt which held Clair's back
against the chair.  Then she undid the cuffs which held
her wrists together.  Clair brought her arms around and
rubbed her shoulders and wrists which were also quite
stiff.  The only thing still holding Clair into the chair
was the neck collar.

     But before removing the collar, Jeannie came around
the chair, retrieved her crop, and again begin working
Clair's nipples.  First one and then the other.  Clair
did nothing to protest the molestation.  At first she was
afraid of the punishment she was likely to receive had
she done so, and after a little while she was mindlessly
enjoying the sensations and trying not to think at all.

     Jeannie noticed that Clair had pressed her legs
together.  While still fondling her breast, she pushed
the head of the riding crop between Clair's legs and put
pressure on first one and then the other thigh. 
Obediently, Clair spread her legs.  Jeannie paused for a
moment as if trying to recall her Master's exact
instructions.  She brought the crop up and pressed the
head against Clair's mouth.  Clair's vision cleared a bit
and she looked down at the crop, wondering what her
Mistress wanted her to do.  While still working Clair's
nipple, Jeannie pressed the crop against between her lips
silently indicating she wanted her mouth open.  With a
mixture of fear and sexual excitement, Clair did so.  Her
arms hung down by her side, not having received any other
instructions about what to do with them.

     When her mouth was open and lax, Jeannie took the
riding crop and pressed it sideways into Clair's mouth
and then, holding it there with her thumb, reached down
with her fingers and pulled her jaw up.  Once Clair had
bitten down and was holding the crop in her mouth Jeannie
stopped tweaking her nipple and pressed her hand against
Clair's full breast.  Then she slowly slid her hand down,
through the valley between Clair's mounds, down across
her belly, and over her pubic mound.  And as she looked
directly into Clair's eyes, Jeannie moved her fingers
into her warm, wet pussy and began rubbing her clitoris
as she had learned from Master Rex.

     Clair sucked air in between her teeth and the crop
handle as the manual rape began and then felt her body
losing itself to the waves of pleasure produced by her
Mistress's ministrations.

     The Trainer watched as Jeannie followed faithfully
the set of instructions she had been given.  Clair was
still holding the crop in her mouth, breathing more and
more raggedly through her clenched teeth and nose.  He
watched her nostrils flaring and thought she looked
especially beautiful when in heat.  He noted that very
early in the process, Clair's legs had betrayed
themselves in twitching movements indicating a desire to
close out the insinuating hand.  Within a short while,
however, they were sending an even more treacherous
message in that they had first stopped their twitching
and then had involuntarily opened even wider.  Now both
legs and arms were twitching, but in sympathy with
Jeannie's hand movements which were rapidly bringing her
toward a climax.  The Trainer watched as sweat begin to
break out over Clair's body.  First from around her arm
pits, then on her forehead, then from under her ample
breasts.  Soon her entire skin surface glistened with
moisture and a few droplets were literally falling from
her chin.

     Jeannie's finger movements had fallen into a rhythm
and she was carefully watching Clair whose eyes were
squeezed shut and who was breathing even more raggedly in
and around the clenched teeth that held the crop. 
Jeannie's eyes kept traveling up and down along Clair's
body from her face to her crotch.  She was entranced with
the effects she was having.

     Then the Trainer noticed the sinews in Clair's neck
start to tighten.  Looking down he saw her hands ball
into fists and her toes curl.  Her entire body seemed to
tighten, her head strained forward, and she suddenly
screamed in orgasmic ecstasy through her clenched teeth.

     Jeannie just kept up her movements and watched the
effect.

     Clair's legs were convulsing and her arms were
twitching in the same rhythm at her sides.  Her head was
trashing around within the constraints which the neck
collar allowed.  Her throat produced an amazing
collection of guttural sounds, grunts, and squeals, and
then she suddenly shrieked.  The crop fell out of her
mouth and across Jeannie's arm.

     There was a startled moment of stillness.  Jeannie
had stopped moving completely when the crop hit her arm. 
Her fingers were still gripping Clair's clit, but the
masturbation had stopped.  She felt a sudden twinge of
fear and uncertainly about how she was expected to handle
this unexpected development.

     Clair was as frozen as her excited state permitted. 
She was still breathing raggedly, coming off of the
intense and extended orgasm she had just experienced, but
there was a pleading fear in her eyes as she stared down
into Jeannie's face.

     The Trainer, smiling, let them both off of the hook
by saying to no one in particular, "well, we will
certainly have to work on her muscular control."  And
then he added, "Won't we, Mistress Jeannie."

     "Yes, Master Rex."

     "Carry on."

                      *   *   *   *   *

     Breathing a sigh of relief, Jeannie, picked up the
riding crop which had bounced onto the floor and stood
before a drained Clair, who was breathing some sighs of
her own relief.  She placed the head of the crop under
Clair's chin and lifted so that her face was oriented
directly into her own and then said, "when I release your
collar you will follow my directions exactly, won't you?"

     "Yes, Mistress."  Clair's breath was still heavy but
coming back to normal.  The Trainer noted that her vocal
inflections showed an honest subservience which had been
missing before.

     Then she added, tapping Clair's chin with the crop,
as if for emphasis, "and you won't give me any trouble,
will you?"

     "No, Mistress."  Clair gulped and the Trainer saw
the lump run down her throat.  He was especially pleased. 
There had been nothing in his instructions about Jeannie
using the riding crop like that.  Jeannie was slipping
into her role wondrously well.

     "Good.  Then let's get started."  She leaned over
and unclipped Clair's collar from the seat back.  "Stand
up," she almost barked.

     Clair stood.  As Jeannie motioned with her crop, she
took a position a couple steps in front of the chair,
facing the Trainer.  Her hands hung limp at her sides. 
Her face was positioned straight ahead but her eyes were
downcast.  Jeannie took a position next to her in a kind
of military parade rest holding the crop behind her back.

     "What is your bidding, Master Rex," she asked. 
There was a tone of pride and happiness in her voice. 
She had done what he had asked, he wasn't going to punish
her.  She had learned some incredible new sexual tricks
and they worked.  And she had actually enjoyed herself. 
She felt almost like this is what had been missing in her
life.

     The Trainer smiled his approval.  "Let's start by
getting cleaned up."  He instructed Jeannie and then
returned to the sofa to observe the results.  Jeannie did
nothing, but directed Clair who first went over to the
bureau and removed another damp wash cloth from the
bucket and returned.  She then got down on her knees and
gave Jeannie a sponge bath.  Jeannie stood with legs
apart and arms held a little away from her body.  Clair
did a thorough and careful job taking special pains on
Her Mistress' arm pits, rear, and pussy.

     Jeannie had her fetch a fresh cloth and do herself. 
Clair then was instructed to fetch and clean the
restraining horse on which Brenda had been abused. 
Neither girl felt curious about what had happened to
Brenda's body.  It had simply disappeared with the two
other men.  Clair used more fresh cloths to clean the
floor where Jeannie had been chained to the wall, and on
the chair where she had peed.  All of the gags and
restraints which lay around the room were gathered
together, wiped off, and laid across the top of the
bureau.  All of the soiled wash clothes were gathered
together, taken into a utility room and put into a
washing machine.

     As they left the room to head to the washer, the
Trainer watched their movements on his display and also
reached into a coffee table drawer next to the sofa where
he pulled out a pair of headphones.  He put them on and
adjusted volume.  He smiled at what he heard.  Nothing
but curt directions and the various sounds of a load of
laundry being put up to wash.  As he followed their
return on the telltale displays, he put the headphones
away and stood up.

     As they entered the room he said to Jeannie, "this
way, please."  Clair followed.  He lead them to the still
sleeping Susan.  She showed no signs of waking anytime
soon.  Speaking directly to Clair he said, "unclip her."

     Clair crouched down and begin releasing all of
Susan's constraints.  As she did so she thought, 'this
has been my roommate for the past two years.  A girl I've
come to love and trust as much as a sister.  And now look
at us.'  But she said nothing out loud as  completed
the task and looked up.

     The Master said, "O.K., now pick her up and follow
me."  Clair did so, carrying her friend with great
gentleness.  The Trainer led them to a new section of the
facility and into a large bedroom whose major feature was
a huge, four-poster bed.  He led them across the bedroom
and into a spacious bath where he had Clair sit Susan on
a toilet and give her an enema.  Susan seemed to protest
gently in her sleep but didn't wake.  Then he had Clair
move the sleeping girl into a large tub and carefully
wash her down.  Jeannie watched everything and said
nothing.

     When she had completed her tasks, the Trainer had
Clair remove Susan from the tub, dry her well, and bring
her back to the bedroom.  There he had her lay Susan on
one half of the bed where she regagged her with a new 
device of a different type.  Unlike the rubber ball, it didn't
force the mouth open, nor was it completely solid.  It
was more of a cloth arrangement which only slightly
filled the mouth but also covered it from the outside. 
More a reminder to remain silent than a physical barrier
to speech.  He had Clair use a set of hospital restraints
to fasten her wrists and ankles to the two bed posts on
the left side of the bed and to two rings set in the
middle of the bed at the top and bottom.  Susan was
spread-eagled on one half of the bed, leaving the other
half free.  The Trainer seemed pleased with the effect. 
He removed a blanket from a dresser drawer and lay it
across Susan's nakedness.  He then leaned over and kissed
her on the nose and said, "I'll be back in a few minutes,
Angel."  Susan responded not at all.

     "O.K., come with me."  He led them back through the
large room to the bathroom where Jeannie had first
cleaned herself.

Speaking only to Jeannie he said, "get Clair to do a good job of bathing
you both.  That wipe-down was only a temporary fix.  There is a bath and a
shower, so handle it any way you like.  Through that door is a bedroom very
like the other.  When you are ready for bed, put her up for the night and
then get a good sleep--both of you.  It's quite late, so we'll sleep in
tomorrow.  I'll set an alarm for you.  Tomorrow is going to be a very full
day." And without another word he left, closing the door behind him.  

     Both girls' thoughts were racing.  Each was
considering the possibilities of escape, but while Clair
might have been willing to risk something, she didn't get
a vote.  And after the psychological assaults of the
evening, she would have needed, not just the approval,
but the active encouragement of her Mistress as well. 
Clair wasn't restrained, but the complex was a complete
mystery and between her fear of the unknown, her fear of
the Master, and her growing fear of her Mistress, she had
no stomach to attempt anything in the way of a physical
rebellion.  At least not yet.  So she waited quietly
while Jeannie decided what was to happen next.

     And while Jeannie had a half-hearted desire for
freedom, she also had a half-hearted desire to see what
tomorrow would bring.  Truth be known she was, in many
ways, enjoying herself more than she ever had before. 
She also had no idea where the exit to this compound was
and she still hadn't seen a window.  And besides, both
girls were exhausted.

     In his bedroom, the Trainer opened a cabinet across
from the foot of the bed and revealed a large, closed-
circuit TV which he flicked on.  It showed the two girls
in the bathroom.  With a flick of a remote he could have
switched to any of several dozen cameras hidden
throughout the facility.

     As he watched and listened, he removed his clothes
and made himself ready for the night.  He put on a pair
of satin pajama bottoms.  Then he climbed into bed and
continued to watch the show, occasionally plucking at the
sleeping Susan's nipple to fondle it lovingly.  At one
high point in the program, he leaned over and began to
artfully suck on Susan's nipple while caressing her pussy
with his other hand until she was half-awake and moaning
in ecstasy.  Then he slipped his pajama bottoms off and
rolled on top of her, expertly inserting his prick in her
now wet and pulsating cunt.  He held himself up on his
elbows as he thrust away, sucked on her nipples, her
breasts, her neck, her ears.  He played his fingers
through her long blond hair, enjoying her smell.  And
then feeling that she was trembling on the edge, he held
her head between his hands and removed her gag.  He
brought his face down and kissed her deeply as she came. 
A few moments later he came as well, still kissing her.

     As he lay back beside her, looking at her, he notice
that she was more than half awake by now and tears were
streaming down the sides of her face.  So almost
compassionately, he reached over and toyed with her clit
until her features were again flushed with sexual
excitement.  He rubbed her pussy to bring her to the most
rapid climax possible.  And when she came a few minutes
later, her fists clenching and unclenching, her muscles
straining against her bonds, he shifted his motion and
continued to rub while she passionately shrieked a number
of times with increasing intensity and again blacked out.

     The Trainer re-affixed her gag.  He checked the TV
monitor and double checked the security arrangements.  He
leaned down to kiss Susan's engorged nipple one last
time.  He slipped his pajama bottoms back on and
readjusted her blanket.  Then, yawning, the turned the TV
monitor off, pulled his own covers up, rolled over
against Susan, laying his arm across her waist, and
snuggled in to sleep.

                      *   *   *   *   *

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--End of Part 5 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair - Zebulon--

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