Message-ID: <37050asstr$1024996203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: Content-Disposition: inline Mime-Version: 1.0 From: Zebbidiah Smith Reply-To: zebulon@canadamail.de X-Original-Message-ID: <20020624223411.C5FC82756@sitemail.everyone.net> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id SAA10578 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 24 Jun 2002 15:34:11 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Part 4 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair Date: Tue, 25 Jun 2002 05:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw 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) - - - - - Part 4 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair by Zebulon * * * * * After the recruiters had gone, the Trainer returned to the large room and glanced over at the sleeping Susan. There was actually a smile on her face. 'Must be having pleasant dreams,' he thought to himself. Then he turned his attention to Jeannie and Clair. They had been awaiting his return with dread for nearly half an hour. "Well girls," he asked, looking from one of them to the other, "are we ready to get started?" Jeannie watched him with a mixture of anticipation, excitement, and a sense of panic. Clair's reaction to his words was to begin peeing until she had completely saturated the chair to which she was strapped and the floor below. She was staring at him the way a rabbit stares into the headlights of an approaching car and, despite the situation, was mortified that she had lost bladder control. The Trainer waited until the waterworks had finished and then said, "I'll take that as a 'yes'." He walked over to Clair and took her chin between his fingers and raised her face until she was looking up at him. He slowly and methodically inspected her hair and face. He his gaze continued down to her large and beautifully proportioned breasts. "You really are lovely. Did you know that." When she didn't immediately respond, he raised his other hand slowly as if he were going to swat her across the face, whereupon, Clair immediately started to nod her head with some vigor--the gag in her mouth making any other response difficult if not impossible. "You did know that you are pretty, yes?" Again a nod of the head. Tears were running down her cheeks. He squatted down so that his head was on a level with hers and smiled at her warmly. He then shifted his gaze back to her breasts and noticed that though the areolas were rather large, the nipples themselves were relatively small. Experimentally he reached out and began to rub one of the nipples to see what it would look like when aroused. Clair had flinched at his initial touch, but then endured what followed without protest. It didn't take long for the nipple to inflate. The Trainer noted the effect on her breathing. He also glanced down and noted that her labia had begun to swell a little with the arousal. Glancing back up the saw that the nipple was now fully erect. 'That didn't take long at all,' he thought, and then to her face said, "I'll bet you're a real firecracker in the sack, aren't you?" He watched her embarrassment and frustration at the question. But before he might become angry for not answering, he shook her head in the negative. "Now don't be modest and don't be dishonest," he warned gently. "I'll know the truth soon enough, anyway." A brief pause while he stared intently into her eyes. "Does sex really turn you on?" She looked at him pleadingly, but saw nothing in his expression of compassion and only a cold interest in obtaining a truthful response to his question. Squeezing her eyes shut and lowering her head, she nodded in assent. "And you get really hot, don't you?" Another closed eye nod. He combed the hair back off of her forehead with his hand and kissed her there gently. "Good girl." Then he stood up and turned his attention to Jeannie. Jeannie had been aroused by the Trainer's treatment of Susan. She had mixed reactions to the rape of Brenda and was extremely disturbed when she was murdered. But as the recruiters dealt with Brenda's body, Jeannie kept telling herself, 'as long as I cooperate, I'll be alright.' Having no idea what was in store, it was the only hope she had to hang on to. And when the Trainer returned to his less violent self with Clair, it seemed to confirm her belief that whole-hearted cooperation was her only salvation. Even though it didn't last long, his gentle rubbing of Clair's breast had gotten her aroused again. So when the Trainer crouched down to look carefully at Jeannie, he was struck by the hopeful, almost pathetically submissive, look on her face, and the fact that her legs were again slightly separated and her crotch slightly damp. 'Easily trained,' he thought, 'but we've got to do something about that overly submissive attitude.' Looking directly into her eyes he said, loudly enough for Clair to hear, "I am the Master." And turning to look at Clair he froze her with his stare and said in a very stern voice, "do you understand that?" Clair nodded back at him immediately. "When the gag comes out," he said with equal sternness, still looking at Clair, "you will call me 'Master,' yes?" Clair again nodded. Then turning back to look at Jeannie, he said in a much friendlier almost collegial tone, "but you, and he emphasized the you, can call me Master Rex, O.K.?" Not knowing how to take this, Jeannie could only nod. The Trainer reached out, undid, and removed the gag. "O.K.?" "Y. . .Yes . . ." a long pause in which the Trainer waited expectantly but made no threatening gestures, ". . . M. . .Master Rex." "Excellent!" He reached down and removed her ankle constraints. "I'm sure we are going to get along just fine." He reached up and unhooked her neck collar from the wall, but left the collar around her neck. "Now stand up and let me have a good look at you." So saying and not waiting for her to get up, he turned his back and walked across the room. There he reached the large, overstuffed sofa, where he turned again and sat waiting for her. Jeannie was terribly confused. Her heart was pounding furiously. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back and there was the collar, otherwise she was now free to move about. So she bent her legs under her, leaned forward, and got to her feet. She glanced over at Clair who was watching and then looked over at the stranger, or the Master, or Master Rex. She'd have to remember to think of him as Master Rex so as not to make mistakes. That was her foremost thought, 'do what Master Rex wants and don't make any mistakes.' He had said he wanted to look at her and she supposed that didn't mean from across the room. So she walked over to where he was sitting and was rewarded by seeing him smile and nod approvingly at her. She found that her heart was slowing considerably, her fear subsiding, and vague feelings of sexual attraction toward this strange and incredibly powerful man growing. She knew she had been kidnaped and had every reason to expect that she would be sexually abused, perhaps many times. But there was something in his manner which suggested that he had no intention of killing anyone else and that she might actually be well treated, as he had promised, if she continued to cooperate with him. But what exactly did he want? All she could do was to wait and see. When she reached him she didn't know what to do. She just stood there facing him in a kind of parade rest stance as he looked her over. The Trainer really liked what he saw. Jeannie was even more magnificent naked than in her skimpy Boobies outfit. "How tall are you?" he asked. "J. . . Just under five foot five." He studied her face. Large brown eyes which matched her shoulder length auburn hair wonderfully. Well defined, shapely eyebrows. "Do you pluck your eyebrows?" "Y. . .Yes. Th. . . That is, I used to when . . . "Do you stutter?," he asked sharply? He knew she didn't from when she had served him. "N. . .No," she said meekly, and then after a pause and a deep breath, "No." This time more strongly. "Good. Then cut it out." "Yes, Master Rex." "Your brows?" She took another deep breath. "I used to pluck them when I was younger, but they've just grown like this ever since." "And how old are you?" "Twenty. I'll be twenty-one in three weeks." If he were trying for maximum intimidation he would have physically punished her for volunteering information beyond his question. Instead he smiled at the way in which she was becoming more at ease with him and with the situation. 'Very good,' he thought to himself. Continuing with his visual assessment he nodded approvingly at her well formed nose, rich full lips, and strong but feminine chin. 'Teeth,' he thought. He remembered her as having a nice set of teeth, but her mouth was now closed. "Smile, please." She smiled. Excellent teeth, but a somewhat strained smile. "Come, come," he said, in a scolding but friendly tone, "is that your best smile?" Her smile changed. Much more openness and warmth, but still a clear hint of artificiality and strain. "Much nicer." He let his eyes roam over her body and decided she gave the impression of being a much taller girl in miniature. She didn't have the somewhat stocky look often seen in smaller women. Strong yet well-rounded shoulders with two of the most fabulous breasts he had ever seen. They were a little smaller than he remembered and he imagined that her Boobies outfit was probably designed to give the impression of exaggerated size. Still, they were quite large and would hardly disappoint the buyer. Her nipples and areolas were delightful and fit her beautifully. Her skin tones were slightly darker, giving the impression of a rich tan and the nipples were an attractive chocolate brown which matched ideally. They were also quite well defined, even when relaxed. He could hardly wait to see them in their excited state, but strategy dictated waiting. He noticed her tight and well formed stomach, smooth feminine hips, and relatively long and graceful legs. He took careful notice of her pubic mound and what showed of her labia. Beautiful. Then he noticed how well manicured her hair seemed. "Do you trim your pubic hair?" "N. . .No." She stopped herself and took another deep breath. "No." She even had attractive feet--which was rare. "Turn sideways please." She turned, and as she did so he noticed that Clair seemed to be watching everything with nervous interest. "She's beautiful, isn't she, Clair." Clair nodded. "Do you find her attractive, Clair." Clair found the question confusing and it showed in her expression. What the hell did he want to hear? After a moment's pause she nodded again. From the side, Jeannie looked just as good. No trace of sagging anywhere. Her face had a nice profile, her tits stood up well, and there was an excellent curve to her ass. It didn't stick out excessively, but it was well rounded and didn't droop into her legs. "Turn again please." She started to turn back toward him, but he indicated with a finger that she was to turn away so she did so. She was now facing Clair and Susan. The Trainer studied her from the back and was quite pleased. Her hair was actually a little longer than shoulder length so he leaned forward reached up and lifted her hair to examine the back of her neck and shoulders. Jeannie started only mildly at the touch. Satisfied he let the hair fall and still leaning forward said, "your make-up is a little mussed, you know." Jeannie was startled at the banality of the observation and hadn't a clue what kind of response to make. But since the statement didn't seem to require an answer she made none and waited with more than a little trepidation. The Trainer reached forward and uncuffed her wrists. Jeannie was now completely naked with the exception of the collar. He stood up and moved to her side. She looked up at him. "There is a little bathroom in there," he indicated a door. "Why don't you go in and freshen up a bit." And then he added as she started to leave, "try not to take too long." And without a word Jeannie padded out through the door. * * * * * The hall was full of mirrors. She would eventually discover that the compound was lousy with mirrors. Once she had found the bathroom and closed the door behind her she stared at herself in the large mirror over the sink. Her make-up was actually in surprisingly good condition considering the circumstances. There were just a few smudges. Now that she was on her own, she was acutely aware of her nudity. She had considered running as soon as she was out of eye sight, but she was naked, she had no idea where to go, and she felt that Master Rex wouldn't have let her leave like that if he wasn't sure he could keep track of her. Then she realized that she hadn't yet seen a window and wasn't sure there were any. This must be a test, she decided, and resolved to do nothing to flunk it. She, therefore, surveyed the contents of the bathroom, selected the appropriate materials, and begin to freshen up. In the other room, the Trainer, who did, in fact, have access to an electronic surveillance system, went over to the monitor and followed Jeannie's movements as she walked down the hall and into the bathroom. He listened carefully for a little while until he heard the sound of running water. Then he smiled to himself. He set the monitor to buzz when she left the bathroom and then walked over to Clair. Clair had followed his inspection of Jeannie. She couldn't understand the favored treatment Jeannie was receiving but chalked it up to the fact that the man was a lunatic. After Jeannie had left, he walked around behind her and spent a few minutes making mysterious noises. Then she heard footsteps and suddenly he was leaning over her shoulder, whispering in her ear. His arm had snaked around her side and he was playing with her nipple again, his crotch pressed up against her cuffed hands. She froze. "Now Clair," he said as he massaged her breast and nipple, "from now on you're going to show Jeannie the proper respect, aren't you." What the hell was this, she thought. She nodded her head. "When the gag comes off, what are you going to call me?" "Master" she tried to enunciate through the rubber ball. What came out was muffled mush, but the Trainer was satisfied with the attempt. "Exactly. And you are going to call Jeannie, 'Mistress.' Do you understand?" She nodded again. "If I ever hear you refer to her as anything other than Mistress . . .," he paused and suddenly crushed her nipple between his fingers. Clair whined behind the gag and twitched in her restraints. "Do you understand." She nodded her head vigorously as her tears flowed freely. He released the pressure on her nipple and removed his hand. It was a very temporary reprieve. His other hand came around to the other breast and he shifted around to whisper into her other ear. "You will, of course, follow my orders, won't you." He was toying with her other nipple and she was acutely aware that he might mash it at any moment. She made another whining noise and nodded in agreement. "And you will follow your Mistress's orders just as completely, won't you. He paused in his rubbing. Clair nodded in vigorous agreement as if she hoped, in this way, to forestall further pain. It worked. He didn't hurt her again. The Master, for she had begun to think of him in those terms, kissed her ear, continued his gentle rubbing, and said, "good, good girl." Just then a quiet buzz came from behind. The master straightened up and walked back to the sofa. Jeannie reappeared a moment later. * * * * * She didn't look much different from when she had left. She had taken a little sponge bath to wipe the perspiration and grime from her body. She had touched up her make-up a bit--mostly by wiping away the excess and spreading what was left around. The Trainer looked over from where he was sitting and considered the effect. He decided, like most men, that on a naturally pretty girl he preferred less make-up rather than more. He motioned to her to come over. She came. Jeannie didn't know what to do when she got to Master Rex. Should she stand there or sit next to him? She had no idea what he wanted or why he was treating her with such equality. As if in answer to her question he held out his hand and she took it. He drew her close, put his other hand on her hip, gently turned her around, and sat her on his lap. He leaned back and pulled her against him, resting her head on his right shoulder. She found herself leaning on this strange and powerful man and looking over at Clair who was still sitting in a puddle of her own urine and watching them from her bondage. He had his right hand resting in Jeannie's lap and with his left he was holding her left breast. "My dear," he said, speaking quietly into her ear, "you must be strong for me; will you do that?" Jeannie gulped, "Yes, Master Rex." She had no idea what this was all about or where it was leading. "I know you will," he said almost tenderly. His hand was still on her breast, but he was not fondling it. He was just holding it with gentle firmness. Jeannie was almost overwhelmed with the feeling of his power. "You have a great deal to learn, and you must learn it as fast as possible. Will you work hard for me and learn quickly?" She suddenly felt a great rush of relief. If he wanted her to learn something he obviously had no desire to kill her. Between that and the sense of control which he exuded, her response was quite heartfelt. "Oh, yes, Master Rex." "Excellent, excellent. Here is your first lesson." His grip loosened on her tit and he plucked her nipple up between his thumb and forefinger. "You see this?" "Yes, Master Rex." "It's just a nipple. But it has a tremendous number of nerve endings which lead directly to the erotic centers of the brain. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." "There are several dozen messages you can send if you rub it, or squeeze it, or pinch it exactly right. Now watch closely, this is the first." And so saying, he held her nipple with a peculiar three fingered grasp and squeezed in a three movement pattern. Jeannie gasped for air as she felt a sudden intense sexual rush. The Trainer moved his right hand between her legs and was rewarded to feel a wave of heat and moisture. "Did you see what I did?" "I think so, Master Rex." "It works the same way with both nipples," he said. "Now you try it on the other one." Jeannie reached up with her right hand to her own right breast and tried to duplicate the move. She felt a definite twinge, but it wasn't nearly the same. The Trainer expecting this, turned her around on his lap until she was facing him with one leg up on either side of him. He then unbuttoned his shirt. "Here, try it here," he motioned to his own nipple. "It doesn't work exactly the same on men, but I'll know when you get it right." After a few minutes of practice, Jeannie had it down and when he had her try it again on her own tit, she felt the same overpowering sexual rush he had produced earlier. She actually smiled at him with pleasure in having mastered the trick. "One more thing," he said. "Please stand up." She did so by backing carefully off of him. He reached between her legs and rubbed her clitoris, which by now was enlarged and well lubricated with her own juices, using a peculiar circular motion. She felt herself becoming aroused with tremendous speed. It wouldn't take much of that, she decided to bring her to climax. The Trainer read her expression and then said, "now you try it." This was much easier than the breast trick and within a few moments she had it down pat. "Masturbation was never this good," she volunteered, and then quickly regretted having spoken without permission. But she needn't have worried. The Trainer merely laughed at her observation and said, "no, I suppose it never was." He then turned her around again and sat her back on his lap with her head on his shoulder. "Now here is what we need you to do. . . " * * * * * Clair had observed the entire training session. It hadn't actually lasted very long. She was sure that most of it involved Jeannie being taught some sexual techniques. No, not Jeannie, she reminded herself, 'her Mistress.' It sounded stupid to her, but she wanted to do nothing to bring the Master's wrath down upon her. It was best to think in those terms so as not to slip later. Clair wasn't too sure about most of the conversation between the Master and her Mistress because it was carried on in low voices from across the room. One thing for sure, though, her Mistress sure wasn't acting like a kidnap victim. In an incredibly short time, the Master had transformed her into a more or less willing accomplice--a Mistress, indeed. And the ominous part of the conversation was that last business where the Master had again seated her Mistress on his lap, her head back on his shoulder, arms hanging limp at her sides, legs spread wide across the outside of his, and whispered what she took to be a long set of instructions into her ear. Only this time he was constantly fondling her breasts and genitals as he talked. He couldn't hear what he said because his mouth was right next to her ear and his voice was low, but her Mistress kept moaning and saying, 'Yes, Master Rex,' or,' Yes, Sir." And the most ominous thing of all was that he would occasionally goose her in some special way and her eyes would suddenly open wide. At these moments as he whispered they would both be staring directly at her. When the whispering was done, the Trainer placed his hands on Jeannie's waist and leaned her forward. He bodily lifted her off of his lap and placed her on her feet in front of him. Jeannie was staring directly at Clair with a look which Clair found impossible to read but was disturbing, nonetheless. The Trainer stood up and walked over to his bureau and removed a riding crop. He brought it back to where Jeannie was standing and handing it to her said, "use this if you need to." Those last words were spoken in an easily audible voice and Clair felt a chill run down her spine and throughout her body. The Trainer placed his hand on Jeannie's shoulder and looked down into her eyes for a long moment and said, "make me proud." And after another long moment, Jeannie, without any special instructions, put her had up behind his neck, raised herself up on her toes, and pulling his head down just a bit, kissed him lightly on the mouth. Clair noticed that as her Mistress was kissing the Master, he reached over and did something else to her nipple. Her Mistress seemed to press up against him and she sighed distinctively. The kiss deepened. When it was over, she almost melted off of his body and stood uncertainly for a moment. Then she suddenly straightened up, looked up again at the Master, who was smiling back, and turned her attention to Clair. Clair felt another of those prolonged chills as Jeannie. . ., that is, her Mistress, walked deliberately toward her. * * * * * - - - - - --End of Part 4 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair - Zebulon-- _____________________________________________________________ Die kostenlose WebMail fuer alle Canada-Freunde - www.canadamail.de Ein Service von CDN.de - Die KANADA-Suchmaschine - www.CDN.de ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Kanada-Aktuell - das neue Print-Magazin f r alle Kanada-Interessierten - http://www.kanada-aktuell.com - kostenloses Probeheft bitte anfordern unter: info@kanada-aktuell.com. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ _____________________________________________________________ Promote your group and strengthen ties to your members with email@yourgroup.org by Everyone.net http://www.everyone.net/?btn=tag -- 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: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+