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Subject: {ASSM} Part 4 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair
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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 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.

                      *   *   *   *   *

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--End of Part 4 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair - Zebulon--

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