BDSM Boot Camp · Bound 8 · Part 2

BDSM Boot Camp · Bound 8 · Part 2 (2/2)
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“This last row is the steering row,” trustee yvonne explained. “The four sluts on this eighth row are responsible for keeping the roller moving in the right direction.”

“That also means,” trustee brenda added, “that you are responsible for the entire roller crew. If they screw up, you four get punished.”

Sluts paula and powers walked over and stood on the left side of the yoke. Sluts jj and marcie stood on the right side.

“You will notice that the yoke beam is held up from the ground by a support foot,” trustee yvonne said. “At the command of ‘Yoke up,’ all of you sluts will pick up the yoke and await further orders. Those orders are ‘forward, stop, back, left, and right.’”

“But since most of you won’t be able to hear me,” trustee brenda yelled out, “there are also hand signals for the guide sluts.”

Her voice caused everyone to look at the structure which formed the front of the yoke. A heavy-looking piece of metal was attached to the axles on the outsides of the roller and bent around to support the heavy yoke beam in the center. A platform, upon which trustee brenda was now standing, was centered over the very front of the yoke beam. Padded supports in front of and behind her helped her stay in place when the roller was moving.

She turned to face forward over the front of the roller and held up her right arm. “This means turn right,” she yelled loudly. Holding up her left arm, she yelled, “This means turn left.” Holding both arms straight out, she bent her elbows so that both forearms were facing up. “This means forward… or faster.” Twisting her arms so that her forearms now faced down she continued, “This means slower.” She waved her forearms from side to side. “And this means stop.”

She turned around to face the group and yelled out, “You got that, sluts?”

“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee,” they shouted back.

“You got that, guide sluts?”

“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee,” sluts powers, paula, marcie and jj all yelled back.

Slut powers then said softly, “This is a setup of some sort. I smell a rat.”

Slut marcie smiled and said very softly, “No,” she replied. “You see a rat. You can’t smell her because she is downwind.”

All four sluts laughed silently. Trustee brenda screamed out, “Is something funny, slut marcie?”

“Ma’am, no, Ma’am, trustee,” she answered. “These sluts were merely discussing that to turn right the guide sluts have to go left and to turn left the guide sluts have to go right.”

Trustee brenda glared at her and replied, “Since you think you are leading this roller team,” she snarled, “I will hold you responsible for any problems that we have. If the team screws up, YOU get punished. You got that?”

“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee,” slut marcie replied.

Trustee yvonne, who had joined trustee brenda on the platform, looked somewhat concerned, but said nothing.

“Trustee yvonne will now explain your responsibility to your bunkmates,” trustee brenda said firmly.

“The sun will soon become intense,” trustee yvonne began. “And you are obviously without protection from the sun.” She held up a tube of very high SPF sunscreen. “That means that you will need to use this liberally and often.”

“But…” trustee brenda interjected with a twisted smile, “… you CANNOT put on your own sunscreen.” She paused before saying sarcastically, “You can’t reach the important parts on your back anyway.” She crossed her arms in front of herself and growled out, “This means that you have to put sunscreen on your bunkmate and your bunkmate has to put sunscreen on you.”

Slut ellen’s eyes went wide, and trustee brenda said loudly, “I know you don’t have a bunkmate, slut ellen. Slut marcie will be responsible for you.” She smiled her twisted smile once again and added, “Won’t you, slut marcie?”

“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee,” slut marcie replied.

“Well,” murmured slut powers, “we know who she is gunning for.”

“But I don’t think she is worried about collateral damage,” slut marcie murmured back, “So watch your back.”

Trustee yvonne then continued her explanation. “There is an adequate supply of sunscreen up here in the tray.” The sluts noticed for the first time that there was a deep tray that ran along the width of the metal which attached the yoke to the axles. “We will give you time to properly cover your bunkmate before we begin. There is also an adequate supply of water.”

“Again,” trustee brenda barked out, “you cannot get– or drink– your own water. Nor can you ask for it. Your bunkmate has to see that you need water and get it for you. Then they have to hold it up to your mouth so you can suck the water out of the bottle.”

Trustee yvonne took over again. “These water bottles also have penis nipples, but there is no tube going to the bottom of the bottle. That means that you need to tip the bottle up to suck from it.”

“And the roller NEVER stops,” snarled trustee brenda. “So you have to do all this while we are moving.”

She put her hands on her hips and yelled out, “You got all that, sluts?”

“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee,” they yelled back. There was a noticeable lack of enthusiasm to their response.

“You have ten minutes to get prepared, and then we will practice for a while here on the parade ground,” bellowed trustee brenda. “That means sunscreen and water!” she added.

The sluts rushed forward to pick up tubes of sunscreen and bottles of water. “Water first,” slut marcie said as she held a bottle of water up to both slut jj’s and slut ellen’s mouths. Slut jj reciprocated and held a bottle of water up to her mouth, and all three sucked greedily at the needed liquid. The other sluts saw their actions and duplicated them, speeding up considerably the time needed to prepare.

Slut marcie then told slut jj, “Fill both my hands with the sunscreen.” Slut jj did, and slut marcie began slathering it over slut jj’s body with her left hand while taking care of slut ellen with her right. It took two more handfuls of lotion to finish the job.

“Now both of you do me,” slut marcie said quickly. Meanwhile, trustee brenda glared at the three of them from her perch above them. They were stepping back into their places when slut yvonne cried out, “One minute left.” trustee brenda did not look pleased that they had finished in time.

Because of slut marcie’s leadership, all sluts were ready by the time trustee yvonne yelled out, “All sluts in place!”

Everyone returned to their positions. Trustee brenda turned to face forward on the platform while trustee yvonne took up a position behind the sluts. Trustee brenda called out, “Yoke up!” Then she put her hands in the forward position and yelled, “Forward!” All of the sluts pushed against the bars in front of them, and the roller slowly began to move.

With twenty-nine sluts pushing and the roller only one-fourth full, it was relatively easy to push it forward, especially at the very slow speed they were going.

“This isn’t too bad,” slut jj said to slut marcie.

Slut marcie gave a short laugh and replied, “It’s early. Give it an hour or two or three.”

Two hours and many turns and twists later, they were now several miles away from the main camp on a trail that rose slowly up the side of the canyon rim. Slut jj was now whining almost continuously about how difficult it was to push the roller.

Slut marcie looked over at her and said, “You need water.” She then told slut powers to lead any turns and jogged up to the front where she grabbed two water bottles and brought them back to the last row. One bottle she held up for slut jj, who greedily sucked at the penis nipple. After slut jj was satisfied, she jogged back to the seventh row and held the other bottle up for slut ellen. Then she ran back to the front to return the bottles and bring back one of the tubes of sunblock.

She didn’t ask either slut jj or slut ellen if they needed more sunblock, but instead slathered it heavily over their shoulders, breasts, back, and, of course, the top of their heads. She then handed the tube to slut jj and ordered, “Do me.”

“Here? Now?” slut jj responded with a giggle as she took the tube. Slut marcie grinned at her and shook her head as slut jj applied a thick coat of the sunscreen.

“Do you think you can take that back up front?” slut marcie asked as she continued to push on the metal bar.

“If you want me to,” slut jj replied as she scurried forward to return the tube to the tray just behind the roller.

Slut jj had just gotten back into position when trustee brenda said, “Right,” while at the same time holding out her left arm, indicating a left turn.

“What do we do? What do we do?” whined slut jj loudly.

“It’s a trap either way,” slut powers said angrily. “I say we go left since that is the signal she gave.”

“Since we can’t see the trail over the roller,”slut marcie responded, “your guess is as good as mine.” The four sluts began to pull the long yoke to the right so that the roller would turn left.

The roller had no sooner started to turn when trustee brenda held down both hands, wiggling them sideways while she loudly yelled, “Stop!”

All of the sluts quit pushing and the roller immediately stopped.

Trustee brenda climbed down from the platform. Her anger was apparent in her actions and in her words. “Are you sluts too stupid to even understand simple directions?” she screamed as she walked to the back of the yoke.

Sluts jj and paula were trembling, but sluts powers and marcie stood and glared back at her. Their faces and body language reflected the anger that they did not verbally express.

“I said ‘Right,’” trustee brenda screamed out.

“But, you signaled left,” slut powers replied.

“That’s five additional swats for improper speech,” trustee brenda screamed into slut powers face.

“Ma’am, slut powers is correct, Ma’am. You did signal left, trustee.” slut marcie said carefully.

“You get an additional five for insolence,” she snapped at slut marcie. Then swinging her paddle to indicate all four of the guide sluts. “And all of you get five for not following directions.”

She then pointed her paddle at the ground in front of her and yelled out, “Form a line right here in front of me and get on your hands and knees.”

Sluts powers and paula and sluts marcie and jj did as they were ordered. They were on the ground as pairs with space between them that was about equal to the spacing created by the roller yoke.

Being on their hands and knees caused their asses to be well presented, but trustee brenda was not satisfied. “Spread your knees out farther than that,” she screamed. “And lower yourselves down to your elbows. I want to see your pussies and assholes as I paddle your ass.”

All four sluts complied with her order.

“First, the five for failing at your job,” she said firmly. Her paddle almost immediately then came down on slut jj’s asscheeks.

“Aiiieeee,” screamed slut jj, raising up off her arms and rubbing her butt.

“That one doesn’t count because you broke position,” trustee brenda said angrily. “Get back into position.”

Slut jj’s body was shaking from her sobs, but she put her hands and arms back on the ground and spread her knees so that there was a gap to show her pussy and asshole.

“Count them!” trustee brenda ordered.

The paddle hit with a very loud “Thwack!”

Slut jj yelped and then said, “Ma’am, one, Ma’am, trustee.”

Looking back at trustee brenda, slut marcie could see that the trustee was disappointed that slut jj had remembered to use the proper form to give the count.

Perhaps it was that disappointment which caused trustee brenda to increase the strength of her swat. On the next swat, slut jj did not yelp, she screamed, but she still properly gave the count– as she did on swats three, four and five.

“You’re next,” trustee brenda said, standing behind slut paula. She struck slut paula’s asscheeks with the same force that she had used on slut jj, but slut paula merely yelped and then gave the proper count.

“You two return to your traces,” trustee brenda said, pointing her paddle at sluts jj and paula.

The two sluts stood up and returned to their positions at the yoke.

“Now for my two troublemakers,” trustee brenda said with a sneer. “Let’s see how you take ten of my best with this paddle.”

She started with slut powers and put her entire body into each swing. The loud “Thwack!!” of each strike rang out across the open fields. Slut powers’ only response to the beating was a slight yelp and a slightly louder grunt, followed by “Ma’am, one, Ma’am, trustee.”

By the time the sound of the tenth swat had faded away, slut powers already large butt was even larger from the bruises and swelling.

“Return to your trace,” trustee brenda ordered.

Slut marcie tried to relax her body slightly so she could move with the blow, but the arms and knees position did not allow for much movement.

“Thwack!” The noise of the first swat was almost like a rifle shot. Slut marcie said nothing except, “Ma’am, one, Ma’am, trustee.”

After the tenth swat was delivered, slut marcie stood up and faced trustee brenda. Her face was totally expressionless, but her eyes burned deeply into trustee brenda’s eyes as they stared at each other.

Trustee brenda broke first and turned away. “Return to your trace,” she ordered, and slut marcie walked slowly back over to her steering position on the yoke.

Trustee brenda returned to her position on the front platform. She faced the sluts and said derisively, “We are now behind schedule, so we will have to turn around here and jog back to camp.”

There was a collective groan from the sluts as trustees brenda and yvonne guided them as they pulled the yoke around to face the roller the other way.

“Remember who caused this delay,” trustee brenda barked out as she climbed back up to her platform.

She then turned to face the front and yelled, “Yoke up! Forward!” This time her hand motions matched her spoken command.

As the roller began to move, she moved her hands forward and back while yelling, “Faster! Faster! Faster!” After a few minutes, the sluts were jogging, almost running, to maintain speed.

Trustee brenda gave the proper commands and signals for turns on the trail, but as the camp buildings came into view in the distance, she again began yelling and signaling for more speed. The sluts were running full out when the roller returned to the parade ground.

Trustee brenda yelled out “Stop!” and the sluts stopped pushing, thinking that the roller would stop on its own as it had before when they were going up the trail. The parade ground, however, was flat, and the roller had too much momentum to stop. Several of the sluts were knocked over by the bars behind them hitting them in the back. The other sluts had to jump to avoid trampling them.

“Pull back!” trustee yvonne screamed from behind them. “Pull back to stop the roller!”

Those sluts who were still standing grabbed the bars in front of them and pulled against them while trying to dig their feet into the ground. The roller soon came to a halt, but three sluts were left lying on the ground. One, a male, appeared to be hurt– possibly seriously.

“I can see that we need to work on how you bring this roller to a stop,” trustee brenda said from her platform. “We will work on that tomorrow. For now, report to your barracks and go through the showers. Then report to the mess hall for lunch. You will reassemble in front of your barracks in exactly one-half hour.

A loud klaxon sounded from the main camp area, and trustee brenda smiled and yelled out, “Starting now!”

The sluts, except for the male slut still on the ground, ran for the barracks. Trustee brenda strode toward the mess hall, leaving trustee yvonne kneeling next to the injured slut.

BDSM Boot Camp · Bound 8 · Part 2 (2/2)
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