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Subject: {ASSM} The training of irene - chapter 4
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This is a fictional story. Although it may eventually contain minors, it is 
in no way intended for them. It includes Femdom, Maledom, force, submission, 
dominance, torture humiliation, public nudity and anything more I can think 
of.  It's tailored to the mostly-fantasy life, which I call Life Plus, of 
the real life Irene, a stunning Asian female college student who contacted 
me after my first ever post.  Irene, if you read this post and are 
embarrassed that I've mentioned your name, make the most of it!



If you are offended by this kind of fantasy, please search for something 
else to read. I don't plan on it being tame!



This story may be posted on web sites and on line forums as long as this 
header remains intact and no changes are made to the text of the story. 
Please respect copyright laws and advise me if you plan to use it. And 
please let me know what you think! I can be contacted by email at 
crikey_2004 at hotmail dot com.






CHAPTER 4





Janice had been fingering herself as she recounted the memory of their trip 
to the park, but she knew something was missing and as a result she just 
wasn't getting off on the memory like usual. She considered calling pet in 
to finish her off then changed her mind.  Her pet was part of the problem. 
She was always there and that was beginning to annoy Janice too.  Maybe, she 
thought to herself, she needed to go visit her friend Dave again today?  She'd 
spent most of the last week visiting with Dave, screwing him and watching 
him train his own slave.  Dave wasn't interested in Janice's money, or being 
her boyfriend.  He just enjoyed the novelty of having sex with an equal as a 
change from being serviced by his submissive sluts.  Thinking of Dave 
training his slave brought back a memory that suddenly produced goose bumps 
on her skin and a tingle in her clit.



'That's it!' Janice congratulated herself, her fingers moving once more to 
her pussy.



Her mind had returned to the day Dave had chained his slave's nipples to pet's 
then given each a bullwhip to use on the other until one of them gave up. 
The duel had lasted more than 10 minutes, each slave giving the other a 
sound thrashing and receiving a lot more punishment than Janice would have 
previously felt comfortable dishing out.  Pet was the loser and Janice had 
magnanimously given her to Dave to punish her for losing.  When Dave had 
returned her, she was covered in cuts, bruises a few cigarette burns to her 
tit flesh and had a pair of needles pushed through her nipples, adjacent to 
and behind each piercing.  She smelled like she'd been pissed on and she 
confirmed Dave had indeed urinated on her cuts to maximize the pain she'd 
been subjected to.  Janice climaxed imagining pet being trained as a slut 
gladiator, slicing up her opponents and having them do their best to maim 
her.



When she recovered, she immediately went to the phone and dialed Dave's 
number.



"Hi Dave," she said pleasantly, "It's me.  I was just thinking back to that 
bullwhip slave duel you organized for me and how much I enjoyed it.  I 
thought maybe we could have a rematch?"



"Do you think your girl could do better this time?"



"Probably not, without some training, but that's not really my area of 
expertise now is it?" She laughed.  "I just liked watching the girls fight 
it out.  You know how much that turns me on.  I just wish it could have been 
more. violent, maybe?  A couple of little girls playing with whips are fun 
to watch, but I think they were both trying not to hurt the other too much. 
I keep thinking how much more fun it'd be to have a no-holds-barred 
competition where the winner goes on to fight another opponent, with a prize 
at the end.  Sort of like in the amphitheatres of Rome. Have you ever heard 
of competitions like that?"



Dave thought about her question for a moment.  He'd been involved in the 
slave trade for many years and knew of quite a few specialty organizations 
that held exactly the sort of events she was talking about, however none of 
them were even close to legal.  These were dangerous people to deal with and 
he wasn't about to let someone he considered a friend get themselves caught 
up in something they didn't know as intimately as he did.



"Yes Red," he said, using her nickname, "I do know what you mean and I also 
know of competitions out there like that, but I don't know if it'd be wise 
for you to get involved.  People have lost their slaves, their fortunes and 
even on a few occasions, their own freedom at these competitions. Added to 
those risks, your pet is nowhere near ready to take on a professional female 
gladiator.  If you'd rather, I can swing an invitation for you to go to a 
game and watch other's slaves fight.  How does that sound?"



"That sounds great!" Janice gushed excitedly.  But I still want pet to fight 
sometime.  Have you ever entered a contestant yourself?"



"Many times," he laughed.  "I have been doing this for quite a few years my 
dear!"



"Well maybe you could train pet and enter her as yours then?" Janice asked 
hopefully.



"I simply don't have the time. I'm spending all my free time working on 
Emily right now," he responded, mentioning latest slave's name.  "If you're 
in such a hurry to get her trained, give this guy a call.  Hold on, I'll 
just get the number.  He can do just as good a job as I can anyway."  Dave 
found the number and Janice wrote it down.  They ended their call with Dave 
promising to let her know about her invitation to the next games.



Janice thought her pet would be as excited as she was, that she was going to 
have pet trained to fight, so was unprepared for pet's response to the news. 
After listening to what was going to happen, pet began to cry.  Janice was 
in such a good mood that she told pet to compose herself and explain why she 
was crying instead of just ignoring the outburst.  With difficulty, pet did 
as she was told and, kneeling at her mistress's feet, explained that she'd 
agreed to be her slave, not a fighter and that she had never expected to be 
sent away.  Then pet did something that surprised them both; she flatly 
refused to go.  Janice's mood changed in an instant.  Before pet could 
react, Janice grabbed her by the hair and pulled her forward off her knees. 
By the time pet knew what was happening, Janice's other hand had pulled pet's 
arm up her back, nearly dislocating her shoulder and she was being dragged 
to her feet.  Janice pushed pet to a nearby wall and securely chained her 
there, before slapping pet's face back and forth with her open hand.



"You do what I want when I want and you NEVER EVER say no to me, slut!" 
Janice screamed at her in fury.



Janice was tempted to get a cat-o-nine-tails and start in on pet until she'd 
worn herself out, but the logical part of Janice's mind reminded her that 
she'd promised herself she'd never play with instruments of torture while 
she was angry, which may well have saved the terrified Asian's slave's life 
that day.  Janice was breathing hard from her exertions and pet was 
practically hyperventilating.  She'd never ever seen her mistress as angry 
as she was now.



"You just earned yourself the advanced course in discipline to go with the 
training I'd planned for you.  Don't come crying to me if they cut your tits 
off to teach you a lesson though!  Just remember you brought this on 
yourself," Janice spat, her fists clenched and shaking.  She turned and 
stalked out of the room, leaving pet to stand there, chained wrists and 
ankles to the wall, alone and scared.



Janice left pet there without water, access to a bathroom or any way to sit 
or move, for almost a whole day.  When she returned, pet was just as she'd 
left her, but was now being supported by her wrists, her legs long since 
having refused to hold her up any longer.  She'd defecated herself and the 
brown mess was on her legs and at her feet.  She was still dressed in her 
maid's uniform and her shoes had kept her Achilles tendons stretched 
continuously for more hours than ever before.  Simply put, pet had been in 
constant pain for almost 24 hours.



"God it stinks in here!  And I'm going to have to clean up this mess myself. 
You should be ashamed of yourself!  I hope you've had enough time to think 
about things, cunt."



Janice's anger had long since dissipated, but when she saw her property in 
such a state, it was easy to feign anger.  In fact, the sight aroused her 
more than anything else.  With Janice was the man who was to take pet to her 
training.  He was a six foot six, 300-pound bodybuilder who was not fazed by 
the sight in front of him.  Janice took up a cane and struck pet hard across 
her chest, catching both nipples.



"Wake up you little fucker," she shouted, as pet let out a blood-curdling 
scream when the pain registered.  "I hope you slept well too, for there'll 
be no more of your laziness from now on.  Now stand up and say hello to 
Vince.  He's going to be your trainer."



With difficulty, pet struggled to a full standing position once more, 
ignoring the pains in her breasts, feet, legs and arms.  Her throat was so 
parched that when she spoke, only a croak came out.



"Hello Vince," she managed.



Janice laid another stroke of the cane across pet's cleavage in almost the 
same spot as before.  Once again, pet screamed.



"His name is Vince, but you call him Master!" she scolded.  Turning to 
Vince, Janice spoke as if pet wasn't even there.



"You see Vince, I told you she was a stupid slut.  I hope you can make 
something of her without having to kill her to get it.  She's basically in 
good shape and she's disease-free, but she got an idea in her head that she 
could say no to me.  I didn't like that, as you can imagine.  I don't know 
where I went wrong.  Maybe I was just too lenient with her, but I'm sure you 
wont be.  She's done with the high life of leisure and luxury she's had till 
now!" She laughed bitterly.



"If you could just toughen her up a little and get rid of that annoying 
independent streak of hers.  I want her to concentrate on being the meanest 
fighter there ever was in combat, but she must still be able to enjoy a good 
fucking the way she does now.  Go on and touch her cunt.  I bet she's 
soaked," Janice said with a sadistic smile.



Vince reached out and roughly thrust two fingers between the lips of pet's 
pussy.  She was indeed well lubricated already.



"It looks like she's got good sized tits on her for an Asian," Vince said, 
cupping them through the bodice of pet's uniform.  "Has she had a boob job?"



"No," Janice replied.  "They're all natural with no sag.  Her ass is well 
rounded too, but it's all shitty right now I imagine.  If you want, we can 
take her outside and spray her off with a hose before you take her?"



"Nah, that's okay.  I'll take care of that when we get there.  I've got a 
bag to put her in and that'll keep her smell to a minimum in the back of the 
van."



"Now you know that she's gonna get pretty marked up, right?  I just want to 
make sure because I don' want any complaints about it when she gets back."

"If you can bring her back with all her body parts intact and not too crazy 
to be of any use, I don't care if you take her skin off to achieve results," 
Janice stated flatly.



In her mind, she pictured pet being returned with no boobs at all, her tits 
having been cut off her chest.  The thought excited her.



"Oh, and if you want, you can do the oral modifications we talked about.  As 
long as you're sure her smile isn't affected too much."



"Oh, she'll keep her teeth and lips, although teeth are sometimes a pain in 
the ass for oral sex.  The only difference you'll see without the bit in 
place will be that she'll look like she's got more prominent cheekbones. 
Are you sure you don't want us to just knock the teeth out while we're 
there?"



Janice thought about it seriously for a moment before deciding against it. 
The idea of just how they would remove her teeth crossed her mind as she 
listed to Vince use the words 'knock out', though.  Janice imagined Vince 
just punching her hard enough in the mouth to dislodge all her beautiful 
white teeth.  It would probably take a few punched though, Janice corrected 
herself.



"No, not this time.  If I don't like the look, we can still take them out 
when you return her can't we?"



"I'll bring the pliers then.  Okay, let's get this done.  I've got a busy 
schedule planned."



Janice unchained pet as Vince prepared the canvass sack, which looked more 
like an oversized sea bag used by sailors.  Vince enclosed pet's neck with a 
single huge hand and only when he lifted the bag to begin the process of 
feeding it over pet's head did she begin to react.  She squirmed as much as 
her exhausted body would allow in an attempt to stop his progress, but she 
was no match for Vince's strength.  He simply squeezed her neck, cutting off 
her air supply until she quit thrashing.  The bag went over her head and he 
simply took his hand off her neck and the bag dropped down over her to her 
feet.  Vince pushed the bag and pet toppled over, falling hard to the 
ground.  A padlock was quickly applied to close and secure the bag and then 
Vince picked the bag up and hefted it over his shoulder like a sack of 
flour.



The next light pet saw was when she was freed of the stifling bag after 
arriving at Vince's training facility an hour later.  She looked around her 
when she got her senses back and found herself in a tiny cell with a 
straw-covered floor.  There were many cells in the stonewalled room, and 
quite a few of them held naked females of all shapes, sizes and ages.  A 
quick count told pet she was being held with 11 other females.  She was 
astounded to find how many women there were there, and shocked to see the 
variety.  There was a cute Asian girl just looking at her, a woman in her 
forties crying in the corner of another cell and a another girl who couldn't 
have been a day older than 16, if that, standing naked at the bars of her 
cell trying to get a look at pet.  A few of the females appeared to be 
asleep, or at least pet hoped that's all it was.  She wasn't sure of 
anything except that outside her cell, Vince was picking up a very large, 
very sharp looking pair of shears from a worktable at the far end of the 
room.  Frightened wonder turned to relief when Vince unlocked the cell the 
Asian was in and stepped inside instead of returning to her.  He told the 
Asian girl to kneel, which she immediately did.  He then stepped around 
behind her and used the shears to snip the wire-ties that held her wrists 
and arms severely bound behind her back, freeing them from what looked to 
have been a long confinement.  Although free, the Asian kept her arms in 
place until he granted her permission to move them.  Slowly, the Asian girl 
did so, flexing her elbows and rubbing her forearms where the wire ties had 
left deep grooves in her skin, grimacing as circulation returned to her 
tortured limbs.



"You did well, Michelle."



"Thank you Master.  May I suck your cock for you now?" She asked politely.



"I don't think so.  Go take a drink and show the new female how to get 
water.  She's probably thirsty."



"Yes Master.  May Michelle ask a question Master?"



"No.  Inquisitiveness is not becoming a slave."



"Yes Master," Michelle replied, dropping her head momentarily before 
dropping her hands to the ground and crawling over to the back wall of her 
cell, her ass swaying seductively.



There was a rubber dildo attached to the back wall about 2 and a half feet 
off the floor and Michelle enveloped the fake knob with her lips and sucked, 
hollowing her cheeks as she did so.  After a few moments, pet saw Michelle 
swallowing.  After releasing the dildo with her mouth, pet saw a drop of 
fluid about to drip out of the tip.  Michelle flicked out her tongue and 
expertly cleaned the fluid off before it could drip to the floor.



Connecting Vince's words with Michelle's actions, pet looked behind her and 
saw an identical rubber phallus emerging from the wall of her own cell.  In 
an attempt to stay out of trouble with Vince, pet didn't even stand up, but 
instead crawled over to the phallus and wrapped her lips around its head. 
She sucked and got nothing.  She sucked harder and still got nothing.  She 
was about ready to tell Vince that the phallus was broken but decided to try 
again first.  Drawing as hard as she could, she was finally rewarded with a 
few drops of fluid on her tongue.  She sucked again and eventually managed 
to get a flow going, letting the fluid slip down her parched throat.  When 
she could suck no more, she withdrew her mouth from the phallus and licked 
her lips, allowing herself to taste what the fluid was.  It was water!  A 
couple of drips slipped out of the phallus and landed on the ground, 
bringing a comment from Vince.



"This is your only warning.  NEVER EVER let the fluids from a cock drop to 
the ground, even if it is from the wall cock.  Twice a day you will be 
required to use the cock to get yourself off.  Show her Monique."



The tiny girl, who looked like a child, obediently dropped to the floor in 
her own cell, crawled over to her phallus and quickly began slobbering over 
it.  Then she turned herself around and backed up to it, allowing it to slip 
between the folds of her sparsely furred pussy.  The phallus had to be 9 
inches long and 3 inches around, but the girl grimaced and pushed herself 
back onto it until it was fully inside her, her ass cheeks pressed firmly 
against the wall.  Then she began rocking herself forward and backwards the 
phallus slipping in and out of her pussy faster and faster.  When she had a 
steady rhythm going, she lifted one hand to her clit and began rubbing it 
Occasionally she'd remove the fingers from her cunt and squeeze one or the 
other of the now-stiff nipples on her a-cup breasts, all the while moaning 
ever more loudly.  Within minutes, her thighs began quivering and she was 
screaming at the phallus to fuck her harder.  Then it happened.  She 
obviously came, her arms collapsing under her and her forearms now 
supporting her weight.  She stayed that way for no more than 5 seconds 
before pulling herself off the phallus, which made an audible pop as it came 
free of her pussy.  She then quickly turned around and carefully licked her 
glossy juices off it.



"Did Monique do good this time Master?" she asked Vince.



"Acceptable.  But you still take too long.  Michelle here would have had two 
orgasms in that time.  Next time, pinch your clit, lips and nipples harder 
while you're fucking.  Remember, tomorrow you'll be fucking the phallus with 
your ass for the first time, so you wont be getting any stimulation inside 
your cunt.



"Thank you Master for your instruction.  Monique will try harder tomorrow. 
May I practice cumming quicker Master," she asked.



"Yes you may.  Now shut the fuck up and get busy."



Monique said no more but instead moved so she was sitting with her legs 
spread towards pet, her back leaning against the wall of her cell for 
support.  Her hands went immediately to work, one cruelly twisting, pulling 
and pinching a nipple, the other alternating between pulling on her pussy 
lips, tugging hard at her tiny clit and slipping four fingers inside 
herself, practically fisting her own pussy.



"Monique here is the daughter of a powerful politician who wanted his lovely 
daughter to be taught the right way to be a slut so he could fuck her, lend 
her out to his close friends and abuse her without her doing stupid things 
that would get into the news.  She very nearly embarrassed him a few weeks 
ago when she fucked the football team instead of reporting for detention 
after class.  The principle got involved and she only saved her father 
additional problems by secretly filming herself getting a whipping on her 
bare ass.  The principle agreed to keep her activities secret after viewing 
a copy of the film that clearly shows him, a respected public official, 
subsequently fucking a fifteen year old."

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