Message-ID: <37125asstr$1025543403@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: <20020701081435.D1F1B36F9@sitemail.everyone.net> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id EAA13771 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 1 Jul 2002 01:14:35 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Part 10 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair (MF, FF, Bond) Date: Mon, 1 Jul 2002 13:10:03 -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: IceAltar, newsman 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 10 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair by Zebulon * * * * * The next morning, before they left the compound, Master Rex had laid out a large breakfast. It was the first time he'd prepared food in weeks. Afterward he had them bring their bags to the main room. He carried only a small valise. Walking to one of the large mirrors, he pushed it in a peculiar manner. It slid out and sideways to reveal a stair case. They walked upstairs and through a large trap door to the floor of the barn. There they found a laconic gentlemen with a set of keys and a luxury mini van to which the keys fit. Master Rex introduced Mistress Jeannie to the man who ran the property for the Mart. "Howdy," was all he had to say. "The clean up crew will be arriving later today," Master Rex, informed. The man nodded. "No other messages before we leave? "Nope." "Well, have a good one." "You, too." And that was it, the man hadn't said a half-dozen words. They packed themselves into the spacious van and with Master Rex driving, took off. As soon as they were moving, the Trainer said, "on the road it's first names only--Susan, Clair, Jeannie, and Rex, understood? "Yes, Master." "Yes, Master." "Yes, Master Rex." Grinning, he slammed on the breaks and looked around at them. "Yes, Rex." "Yes, Rex." "Yes, Rex." One of the first things Jeannie and Clair noticed was, no gas station. Jeannie Smiled. So did Clair. After a couple of minutes on the access road and twenty minutes on the highway they turned off on a small side road. A half mile down they came to a convenience store. They stopped. Rex turned around and handed each girl an envelope which contained a $100 bill and four quarters. He then unlocked the van's doors and announced, "Anyone who want's out, please get out now." The three girls stared at him. "I'm not kidding, this is your one and only chance to bail out. If you don't get out now, you are obligating yourself willingly to your new life style and all that entails." He waited. No one said anything. No one moved. "O.K., I'm going to make a little bathroom stop. You think it over. When I get back I'm going on with whomever is left in the van. Got it?" He stared at them and waited for a response. Jeannie answered first, "Yes, Rex, I understand." "Yes, Rex." "I understand, Rex." He got out of the van and walked slowly into the store. Ten minutes later he walked back. No one had moved; Clair and Susan had hardly breathed. "O.K. then," he announced, let's go--I've got a special little treat in store for you. In the mean time he passed out fake I.D. for each of them. Clair Chambers, Jeannie Joseph, and Rex and Susan Russell, husband and wife. Three hours later they were in another city. Rex pulled out a sheet of paper and following the directions found a small abandoned warehouse. As he pulled up a young man stepped out and Rex identified himself. The man walked to the warehouse door and opened it. They drove in. Inside the dark structure there was an 18-wheeler. "Come with me girls," I've got something to show you. The walked up the to first trailer and a side door swung open. A large man, dressed like a Texan, with a large hat and an even larger grin jumped down. "Dell, you old bastard! I haven't seen you since Berlin. How the hell have you been?" He paused for a moment to yell something over his shoulder at the young man who nodded and walked around the rig in response. 'Dell equals D,' thought Jeannie, '4 out of 18. That was fourteen names ago. He probably dates back about ten years.' They big man turned back and asked again, "so how'r they hanging ol' buddy." "Just fine, Andy," said Rex, "has it really been four years." 'Oh well,' thought Jeannie. "Five, you swine, but whose counting." 'Humph,' Jeannie thought to herself. "Listen, Andy, I'd love to catch up, but we've got a long trip ahead of us and we're kind a short on minutes." "Another time then, fellah. Be my guest. . .," and with a sweeping gesture he indicated that they were welcome to enter. The young man had set up a step stool to provide easy access to the door. "As they entered they found that the central feature was a large table bolted down to the floor of the trailer. And the central feature of the table was a well-built, naked woman with ash blond hair. She appeared to be in her middle twenties and might have been stunning, but it was a little hard to tell since she was wearing a gag, nipple clamps, an anal plug, and an electric dildo. There was also a large uncomfortable looking set of straps which crushed the woman's body down into the platform in a number of places--three on each leg, two on each arm, one around the forehead, a looser one around the neck, one under the armpits, one under the tits, and one across the belly. The woman's eyes were wide with tears and terror and she looked miserably uncomfortable. All three girls looked blankly at her, not knowing how they were expected to respond. Rex walked over and motioned the three girls to follow. He unstrapped and removed her gag. As it came off the girls realized that it was shaped like a short fat penis on the inside. It was like having a dick crammed constantly down her throat. She started screaming as soon as the gag came out. Rex struck her forcefully across the face. She stopped screaming and started whimpering. "What is your name," Rex asked conversationally. The woman looked wildly at the three girls and then, sensing that no help was coming from that quarter, answered plaintively, "Terri . . . Terri Lancing." "And why are you here." "I . . . I ran away from my Mistress." "And how long were you loose before they picked you up again." "Four days." Rex slapped her across the face again--not quite as hard this time, "how long?" "Three days and four nights." "And what happened while you were out." The girl started to howl. Rex raised his hand again slowly, and she suddenly blurted out, "I tried to tell the police what had happened but they wouldn't believe me. They only believed part of what I said, but they thought I was hysterical and they wouldn't do anything. They took a report and sent me home. So I ran away." She paused as if waiting to see if that answer was sufficient. "And you managed to hide for a day and a half before you were collected again right?" "Y . . . Yes." "And you know what's going to happen to you now, don't you?" The girl starting howling again. This time, Rex merely replaced her gag. As they returned to the van, Andy gave Rex a bear hug and promised they would get together in the near future. "You got a long haul?" Rex asked before departing. "Yeah," Andy, replied. "She made it all the way from Tampa before we caught up with her, and old lady Turdwell is just hopping." "Turdwell?, you mean Turrell?" "Yeah, well, Turd-well if you've ever had to deal with her. She's just itching to get the bitch back." "I thought Mistress Turrell died years ago." "Actually, if you take a close look at her, you'll see she did." They both laughed and went their separate ways. Back on the road no one spoke for a long time. Rex let the lesson percolate. He didn't feel it necessary to explain further. They spent the rest of the day traveling and were close to the Canadian boarder by nightfall. They checked into a little roadside motel, had dinner at a small diner, and settled in for the night. Jeannie and Clair didn't speak much. The were both uncertain about the conventions of being on the road. They were actually eager to get to their new home and reestablish the relationship with which the had grown to feel comfortable. Susan sat expectantly on the edge of the hotel bed and wondered if 'Rex' were going to restrain her now that they were in private. Being registered into a motel as Rex's wife sent palpitations through her. After the last couple of months, this was almost like really being married. But Rex laughed good-naturedly when she explained what she was wondering about. He kissed her and told her to get ready for bed, calling her 'wifey,' and said he was going to take a little walk and would return in plenty of time to fulfill his 'husbandly duties.' She giggled and began getting ready. He stepped out on the porch and started to walk. Just a little exercise before bed; he was stiff from the day's drive. He hadn't gotten far when Jeannie came running up to join him. "I heard your door close and guessed what you were up to." "You're getting quite good at guessing," he said. "You'll make a damn fine Mistress." She smiled and asked, "That business this morning at the store. The hundred dollars and the quarters." "Yes?" He was smiling. "That was fake, wasn't it?" "Of course." "Can I ask how?" "The store is operated by the Mart. The three phones in the place wouldn't have connected you to anything--not while we were there. There were two snipers with silencers ready if someone had really attempted to quit." He looked at her. "Is that what you wanted to know?" "Uh-huh. And the girl in the truck?" "She was real enough. I listened to your bathtub conversation with Clair." "I figured you had." She smiled at him. "I knew you would." He smiled back. "Anyway, I thought it wouldn't hurt your authority to reinforce your explanations to Clair--just so she'd never question them in the future. "But how did you arrange . . ." "I didn't. I just put in a call to the Mart and told them to inform me if anything like this turned up in our neck of the woods. That's one reason we left when we did. I might have waited another week or so before giving up on the idea. We almost left earlier and traveled a full day south to see her before returning north. Fortunately, Andy had another little job in the rear trailer and was coming north to drop her off before heading out to Florida." They walked the rest of the way in silence. The next day they checked out early. They were at an airport in Canada with their new fake I.D.'s that afternoon. They were on an international flight bound for Munich that evening. They were on a Train headed for Turkey the following evening. They were picked up at a train station by a group of rough looking men and arrived exhausted at a magnificent chateau in the wee hours of the night. * * * * * The next morning they all slept late. At lunch Rex informed Jeannie and Clair that they were back on the old footing. Jeannie was again Mistress Jeannie and was now the official agent of the Mart stationed in the Chateau. She would meet the owner that evening. She should prepare Clair and be ready for formal introductions. She would find everything she needed in her new suite of rooms within the Chateau. "You mean that whole set of rooms where we stayed last night . . ." "Are yours," Rex confirmed, "in fact, that whole wing of the Chateau is yours." Susan looked at him questioningly. "You are still my wife, Susan, until we arrive at our final destination. But first, he said removing two sets of tickets from his pocket, "we are going on a nice long Mediterranean cruise together." Susan looked like she was about to orgasm over lunch. Rex then said, "Mistress Jeannie." "Yes, Master Rex?" "Just Rex, You're home, but I'm still on the road." "O.K., Rex." "Why don't you have Clair and Susan go wash each other up and do an inventory of your suites? That way you'll know what's there and what you still need to ask for." Mistress Jeannie looked at Rex and guessed that there was something deeper to his suggestion, he wanted time alone with her. "Clair, Susan." "Yes, Mistress?" they replied almost in unison. "Go." They went. After they were out of earshot she said, "O.K., Rex. What's on your mind." "Just some last minute information and advice." She waited and looked at him. "Remember that history of the Mart, I had you memorize?" "Yeeaahh," she replied, suspecting he was about to let her in on a deeper meaning. "It was all nonsense, of course." "I had wondered if that might be the case." "Smart girl. All that's important are the dates-- not the years, just the months and days." He paused, watching her, waiting to see if she'd make the connection. "Phone numbers?" "Exactly." He was quite pleased with her mental quickness and how well she had turned out. "Every time you remember a reference to Master Bland in the history it's a new number. There are three buried in the story. The first is in Switzerland, the second in Hong Kong, and the third in Mexico. They are all toll free. In each case you will be connected with an international book exchange--a cover for the Mart. These are open lines so don't say anything. Just order something, anything and leave your name, phone, and location. They will ask for your customer number. Do you remember Mistress Bluejay?" "Yes." "That's you. The numbers following her story are your customer number. Someone will get back in touch with you. If it's a real emergency tell them it's a rush order. Otherwise, you will be contacted regularly once a month or so by an agent of the Mart, just to check in, to keep tabs on you, to see if you need anything. You'll normally only use those numbers because your owner wants to order some additional goodies or services, but you might also need it if an emergency should crop up." "What kind of emergency?" He smiled very broadly at her, "I don't know. That's what makes them emergencies." There was a long reflective pause on both sides. "Anything else?" she asked. "Just this," he said. "You didn't come up through the normal channels. Don't let that bother or intimidate you. Most of all, don't let it get in the way of your self-confidence. You are the Mistress of this manor. You are an agent of the Mart. We've talked before about what that means. But once I leave, remember that everything you do at the start will set precedents for your relationship with your new owner and the rest of his associates." He left the rest of the thought unexpressed--she was a smart girl and would figure it out. * * * * * - - - - - --End of Part 10 - 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 | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+