Message-ID: <55379asstr$1172365804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: nntp.pghconnect.com!news.pghconnect.com.POSTED!not-for-mail NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2007 17:40:47 -0600 From: "News" <news@dragonbbs.com> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-RFC2646: Format=Flowed; Original X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2900.3028 X-Original-Message-ID: <EN2dnU3mu_KdUH3YnZ2dnUVZ_rrinZ2d@pghconnect.com> X-DMCA-Complaints-To: abuse@globalpops.com X-Abuse-and-DMCA-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers X-Abuse-and-DMCA-Info: Otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly X-Postfilter: 1.3.32 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2007 18:40:26 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} The training of irene - chapter 4 Lines: 479 Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2007 20:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2007/55379> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: Sagittaria, newsman 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." -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+