BDSM Boot Camp · Bound 9 · Part 1 (1/2)
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Chapter Thirteen: Learning to Prance in the Texas Sun
When the sluts returned to the barracks to clean up before the evening meal, they noticed that the bunks had been slightly rearranged. At the beginning of boot camp, there had been beds for thirty sluts in the barracks— fifteen bunks arranged in two rows of eight, counting the slut zero bed. Now there were five bunks in each row. The bunk on the right side nearest the door did not have a mattress on the lower bunk. The slut zero bed, with its thin pad over the wood which would normally support a mattress, had been pulled into the middle of the large center area that was now open in front of the trustees’ bedrooms.
Trustee brenda was standing in the aisle between the bunks. “Your names are on your bunks,” she said loudly as the sluts hurried into the bathroom/shower area. Then she added firmly, “Notice that your color and number are also on the tag.”
One of the sluts started to detour from the shower line to look for her number, but trustee brenda cut her off and yelled at her, “Back into line, slut juney!”
As the slut hurried back into the line for the showers, trustee brenda added derisively, “Don’t worry blue seven, you are still UB to slut david. We didn’t break up any of the current bunkmates.”
Slut jj, who was just entering the shower maze, gave a sigh of relief. “They didn’t try to split us up,” she said to slut marcie as they made their way through the showers.
“Don’t let your guard down,” slut marcie replied. “Trustee brenda is up to something. I just don’t know what it is.”
As soon as they got out of the showers, sluts marcie and jj trotted toward the mess hall. As they ran, slut jj reached up and wiped her hand back through the stubble that was starting to grow on her head.
“I’ve never been sure how fast my hair grew before,” she said as she jogged along. “But now I know that it is about an inch every three weeks.”
“Mine grows a little faster,” slut marcie replied, “but I have a feeling it might not get any longer.”
Slut jj looked back at her with questioning eyes, but they had reached the mess hall and so instead she hurried over to her bottles and began hurriedly sucking down the familiar chalky-tasting chocolate goop.
She had intended to ask slut marcie what she meant by her remark, but forgot on the way back, and once she had reached her bed she wanted nothing but to burrow under her sheet and get to sleep.
It was a little after three in the morning when jj’s scream awakened the barracks. She literally dove from her bunk onto the floor and stood dancing and screaming in the aisle. Trustee yvonne turned the lights on as she came out of her room yelling, “What is going on!?”
Slut jj seemed to not hear her but just kept pointing at her bed and screaming, “Spider! Spider! Spider!”
Several of the other sluts repeated her screams as a large, black insect skittered off slut jj’s mattress and began scurrying toward the door. Slut powers grabbed the wooden wedge that was used to hold the door open during the day and slammed it down on the arachnoid before it could escape.
“I hate scorpions,” she said firmly. “Worse than rats when I was growing up.”
Trustee brenda came out of her room looking around. “What’s all this commotion?” she asked loudly.
“Taken care of,” slut powers said softly, then realizing who was asking she stood up straight and said loudly, “Ma’am, taken care of, Ma’am, trustee brenda. A scorpion somehow got into slut jj’s bed, but it’s been killed.”
“Anyone stung?” trustee brenda asked.
“No,” answered trustee yvonne. “Slut jj is just very frightened.”
“Slut powers,” trustee brenda barked out, “and slut marcie, get rid of that thing. Use some paper towels from the bathroom.”
Slut marcie scurried over to the sinks to grab some paper towels while slut powers used the wooden wedge to scrape the mashed body of the scorpion off the floor. When slut marcie arrived with the paper towels, slut powers whispered, “This wasn’t no accident. Look at the tail. The stinger’s been removed. This sucker was captured and kept as a pet for a while before it was released into slut jj’s bed.”
“Don’t tell her,” slut marcie whispered back. “It was a message for me from slut brenda. Did you notice that she was intentionally slow in getting out here when it got noisy? Trustee yvonne’s never beaten her out of her room before when something happened.”
“What message?” asked slut powers.
“That she will hurt slut jj if I don’t keep in line,” slut marcie answered back.
Slut powers said nothing, but all of the muscles on her body seemed to grow very tense. Slut marcie had not realized just how powerfully built slut powers rounded body was under what appeared to be a layer of fat.
When slut marcie returned to the bunk, slut jj, almost crying, said, “Please, marcie, let me stay in the bottom bunk with you.”
“Sexual contact is not allowed in the barracks,” trustee brenda said forcefully. In the time that slut jj was talking, she had moved from the end where she had been standing to midway in the barracks where slut marcie and jj’s bunk now stood.
“I’m too scared for sex,’ slut jj blurted out. Trustee brenda glared at her and she quickly rephrased herself. “Ma’am, this slut is very afraid, Ma’am, trustee brenda.” A quick nudge from slut marcie and she added, “And this slut apologizes for speaking in improper form.”
“I think these are very unusual circumstances,” trustee yvonne said softly. “Perhaps we could make an exception.”
Trustee brenda now glared at trustee yvonne, but said simply, “I guess we could allow it… as long as they remain uncovered so any sexual contact would be visible.”
Slut jj replied, “Ma’am, thank you, Ma’am, trustees brenda and yvonne.”
After the trustees had walked back toward their rooms she whispered to slut marcie, “I don’t know if I can ever use covers again anyway. That thing crawled up right between my legs onto my stomach.”
She then slipped into the bottom bunk and curled up in a tight ball on her side, waiting for slut marcie to curl up around her. After almost an hour of quiet sobbing and quivering, slut jj finally fell asleep in slut marcie’s protective embrace.
The next morning, when the sluts assembled on the parade ground for exercises, Master Xerxes was there to greet them.
“Box in,” he commanded in his booming voice and the sluts formed four rows of four plus sluts marcie, jj, and julia in a fifth row.
“This is the last week of phase one,” he said loudly. “It is time to transition from basic training to what you need for phase two, which begins next week.” He walked forward to stand closer to the formation. “The pattern for the rest of the week is this: Each morning after you finish your calisthenics, you will push the FULL roller around the rim trail twice.”
He glanced over at trustee brenda before adding. “I think,” he said slowly, “that you have learned how to properly control the weight of the full roller coming back down into the camp.”
His attention returned to the sluts as he continued, “After your noon meal, you will return here to the parade grounds and trustees brenda and yvonne will lead you in running around the rim trail four times before the evening meal.”
Again looking over at trustee brenda, he said, “If they choose to ride rather than run, two of you will be needed for harness duty.” Turning back to the sluts he added, “… but that is what you are training for this week anyway. The next phase of boot camp is pony training.”
He paused as if in thought for a moment. Then he said in a quieter, almost professor-like voice, “We at Box M have discovered that there is no better way to train a potential slave than to properly train him or her to pull a pony cart. Those of you who may one day become Masters or Mistresses will also benefit greatly from learning from a slave’s point of view what it is like to respond to the commands– and demands– of a Master’s whip and reins.”
He laughed lightly, “And at the end of phase two, those of you who show the proper aptitude will take the reins as Masters or Mistresses for a very competitive pony cart race.”
Putting his hands on his hips, he shouted out, “Do you understand that, sluts?”
Nineteen voices bellowed back, “Sir, yes, Sir, Master Xerxes, this slut understands.”
Smiling, he turned to trustee brenda and said, “The squad is yours.” With that he walked briskly off the parade grounds back toward camp.
“You heard Master Xerxes,” trustee brenda said loudly. “The roller will be FULL this morning. And I expect you to properly obey my commands this time so that there are no problems coming down the hill.”
She glared out at the sluts until they, led by slut powers, replied, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda.”
“Following lunch all of you except sluts marcie, jj, and julia will report back here to the parade grounds. Those sluts will report to the stables.”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” the sluts replied.
Sluts jj and julia were looking at slut marcie with their eyebrows raised as if asking what was happening. Slut marcie just shrugged in response and began doing the jumping jacks which trustee brenda had just ordered.
The trip around the rim trail was the hardest ever for the eighteen sluts pushing the roller. Adding to the difficulty for the five red-numbered sluts was the fact that the area that had been covered by the restraint belt and brassiere had faded to winter pale. Most of the sluts were sufficiently tanned that the sunblock was more for disease prevention than burn prevention but the red sluts– or their bunk partner– had to keep running up to get sunblock to put on their tits and asses to prevent a painful burn. The resultant loss in pushing power slowed the roller even more.
Because the roller was going much slower, it was significantly easier for slut marcie. So much so, in fact, that she felt slightly sorry for slut jj who was pouring sweat from the additional effort of being one of only eighteen sluts pushing the heavy roller up the long incline at the start of the trail. The sweat also rinsed off the sunblock which meant that someone had to run up and get more which only added to the effort she was putting out.
The heavy roller did, however, completely compact the trail itself. Slut marcie, jogging slowly behind the roller, noticed immediately that the surface felt much better on her feet.
Despite what Master Xerxes said about watching their speed, trustee brenda continually urged the sluts to go faster all the way around the trail until they got to the downhill with the dangerous curve. At that point she commanded, “Pull back against the roller, and keep the speed down.”
As the slaves grunted in the effort to slow the forward momentum of the heavy, water-filled roller, she added derisively, “We don’t want the roller ending up on the bottom of the ravine, do we?”
“Not this time,” slut jj said softly. Then with a surprised look on her face, she turned her head and whispered frantically to slut marcie, “Did I really say that out loud?”
“Don’t worry,” slut marcie answered from just behind her. “Everyone was thinking it and no one will be sure that it wasn’t them that said it.” She gave a short laugh. “And more importantly, trustee brenda can’t be sure who said it either.”
“Quiet in the ranks,” trustee yvonne barked out as she pulled on the reins to slow down slut marcie and distance her from slut jj in the steering row of the roller.
Trustee yvonne kept slut marcie well back from the roller the rest of the way around the trail. On the second lap, she brought slut marcie around to in front of the roller before they left the parade ground and kept her running at a quick jog all of the way around the lip. When the roller arrived back at the parade ground after the second lap, slut marcie was standing in her traces panting heavily with sweat pouring down her naked body.
Trustee brenda called out to trustee yvonne, “Take her back to the stables and release her from there. I’ll release the other sluts in just a few moments.”
As slut marcie jogged off toward the stable, trustee brenda shouted to the sluts, “Tomorrow I want this roller to get around that trail at least five minutes faster on each lap… or we will do a third lap at double time.”
The sluts stared up at her without comment. She met their eyes with a silent, hateful stare and yelled out, “Squad dismissed! Report to the barracks and then the mess hall!”
When slut jj arrived at the barracks, she held back and let the other sluts get into the showers before her. Slut marcie came jogging up just as the last of the sluts started into the showers.
“I thought you would never get here,” slut jj said as she moved toward the showers.
“I had to help trustee yvonne get out the full tack for you and julia,” slut marcie responded.
“Full tack?” slut jj asked. “What is that?”
“You will find out soon enough,” slut marcie answered as she walked slowly into the shower maze.
There were three bottles sitting at slut marcie’s spot when they arrived at the mess hall. The third bottle did not have a penis nipple on it and looked like a 30-ounce bottle of sports drink. After she knelt and sucked down— or up— the chalky glop and the clear water, slut marcie raised herself to her knees and tasted the third bottle. It tasted vaguely like orange with an overtaste of minerals and electrolytes. In other words, it tasted like a regular sports drink.
Slut marcie was considering whether it was really safe to drink when a voice behind her said, “I had them set that out for you.”
Slut marcie turned to see trustee yvonne standing behind her. “You didn’t have someone giving you water as we went around the rim, and I don’t want you dehydrating.” She gave a half smile and said in a somewhat quiet voice, “Besides, we have four more laps around that rim this afternoon.”
She stepped back slightly and ordered loudly, “Sluts marcie, jj, and julia, follow me to the stables.” She then turned and walked out of the mess hall. The three sluts hurried to catch up with her.
When they reached the stables, trustee yvonne turned to face them and said, “I’m sorry, but trustee brenda insists on full tack for this afternoon.” She lowered her voice and slightly lowered her face before she added, “… and also in the morning from now on.”
Slut marcie replied in an equally soft voice, “Ma’am, this slut understands, Ma’am, trustee yvonne.”
Both slut jj and slut julia looked confused, but before either could say anything, trustee yvonne said, “There is a proper procedure for putting this on, and it must be followed whether you are putting it on yourself or if someone is putting it on you.” She paused, “And it’s not just that you can be punished for not following procedures. If you do this out of sequence, things might not go on right so you might hurt yourself later while you are running.”
She led the three sluts over to a table where sat what appeared to be a tangled pile of black leather and metal. “The everyday tack,” trustee yvonne began to explain, “is black with black hardware.”
She pointed over to a wall and said, “For special occasions, the dress tack is white with chromed hardware.” On the wall hung several dozen sets of white tack.
Pointing to the wall on the opposite side of the barn, she said, “Normally, your tack will be hanging with the everyday tack.” On that wall was an even larger number of the same strange mixture of leather and metal, but in black like what sat on the table.
“First,” trustee yvonne continued, “is the tail mount.” She held up a rather large butt plug with a strange metal clip on the end of it. “There are two reasons for this to go in first. One, it is almost impossible to insert unless you bend over slightly. And two, accepting this into your ass is a sign of submission that puts you in the proper ponygirl frame of mind.”
She picked up a tube of lube and began applying it to the plug. “I will tack up slut julia,” she said firmly, “then slut marcie and slut jj will tack each other.”
She made a motion with her hands and slut julia stepped beside her. Another motion and slut julia turned and bent over. Trustee yvonne pushed and twisted the plug as she slowly forced it into slut julia’s ass.
At first slut julia was gasping and groaning in pain, but as her sphincter relaxed and the plug started to enter, her gasps turned to sighs. When the plug was firmly in place she said, “That doesn’t feel too bad. Actually, it feels pretty nice.”
Trustee yvonne laughed slightly and said, “Tell me that again after the fourth lap around the rim trail.”
“Next is the pull belt,” trustee yvonne said as she picked up a wide belt with black D-rings protruding from the side. It was the same sort of belt that slut marcie had worn for the past several days. Trustee yvonne wrapped the belt around slut julia’s waist and said, “This has to be positioned properly around the hip bones or it will chafe the skin.”
She next picked up a long, tapered piece of leather with a rubber— or perhaps leather— dildo attached to it. On the narrow end there was a D-ring-like extension, also in black. “This attaches to the front of the pull belt,” she explained. “The attachment points are adjustable so that the cunt spike is in the proper position.”
Holding the device in front of slut julia she said, “Spread your legs.” As slut julia complied with the order, trustee yvonne asked, “Do I have to lubricate this?’
Slut julia reddened heavily as she shook her head no. She also gasped loudly as the mid-sized dildo was slid into place, but it was not a gasp of pain. “You will have to control yourself while you are in the traces,” trustee yvonne warned. “If you orgasm and lose step, you will be punished.”
She looked into slut julia’s eyes and asked softly, “Do you understand that?”
Slut julia was obviously quivering with sexual excitement, but she managed to stammer out, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee yvonne.”
“Now comes the tail assembly,” trustee yvonne said as she held up a long, curved, metal bar. The tip of the bar connected to the end of the cunt spike strap. Just behind that, it connected to the anal plug. Then it curved upward between slut julia’s cheeks to the top of her ass crack. Another D-ring in the middle of the back of the pull belt attached to it just where it bent at a right angle to support a long, black, horse’s tail.
Trustee yvonne put her finger through that D-ring. “If a ponygirl is misbehaving or refuses to perform properly,” she said, “the traces can be attached to this ring.” She raised herself back up and said, “In that case, the side attachments are not used and the belt is put on a little looser.” She pulled on the back D-ring and slut julia again gasped, this time in pain. “That means,” trustee yvonne continued, “that you are effectively pulling with your cunt and asshole.”
She patted slut julia lightly on the ass and said, “You really don’t want to do that for very long.”
Slut julia just looked at her with wide eyes.
“These are probably the hardest to get used to,” trustee yvonne said as she held up a pair of very strange-looking boots. “It feels more or less like a high heel, but there is very strong ankle support and… it is much heavier than a regular shoe.” She turned the boots to show the metal horseshoes attached to their wide bottom.
Turning slut julia, she said, “Right foot.”
Slut julia bent her knee to present her right foot. Trustee yvonne first wiped off the foot with a damp cloth. “Can’t have straw or sand in the shoe,” she said. “That would be torture after a mile or so.”
She then slipped the boot over slut julia’s foot. Because it was laced all of the way down on both sides and the laces were totally loosened, the slut’s foot slipped easily into the shoe. “Make sure the foot is properly positioned,” she said, “and then tighten the laces as tight as needed.”
She quickly pulled the laces tight on one boot and tied them. As she started on the second boot, she said, “Use a double knot like you would on a kid’s shoes, because if it comes undone, the person who tied it is responsible.”
There was an opening on the back of the boot near the top. Trustee yvonne gathered the excess laces and stuffed them into the compartment, carefully sealing them in place with a Velcro-tabbed cover.
“Next is the arm restraint,” trustee yvonne continued. “Obviously you can’t put this on yourself,” she said to slut marcie, “so I will do this once you and slut jj are to this point.”
She then motioned for slut julia to turn around. Pulling the slut’s arms back behind her back, she said, “Arms straight. Hands and fingers straight. Palms together.”
Trustee yvonne then slid the large, glove-like piece of leather up over slut julia’s arms. It reached to just below her elbows. “We use a short version,” she said, “unless a slut is being punished.” She tightened the laces to the glove and added, “This pulls the slut’s shoulders back slightly, helping pull the breasts upward.”
Again patting slut julia on the ass, she said, “But pulling back too much makes it harder to run fast. That’s why we use the short version.”
She then walked slut julia over to where two pony carts were standing. As the slut walked, her boots made a slight clomping sound like you would hear when a horse walked.
Slut marcie recognized one of the carts. It was the one trustee yvonne had been using for the past several days. The other cart looked more like a chariot and had traces for two ponies. Trustee yvonne positioned slut julia in the right-hand trace of the chariot and clipped the short pull chains to her belt.
“Everything from this point on,” she said, “is done while the slut is in the trace.”
She then held the bit in front of slut julia’s face and said, “Open wide.” As she was strapping the bit in place, she said to slut marcie, “I’m sorry, but trustee brenda insists that the bit be positioned properly. I’ll have to put it in your mouth rather than keeping it below your chin.”
“Understood,” slut marcie said in response.
“The headpiece goes on next unless blinders are to be used.” Her face got very firm as she said, “Trustee brenda insisted that I put the blinders on all three of you, but I said it was too dangerous at speed on the rim trail. When she pushed it, I said that I would have to clear it with Sarge.” She gave a half-smile and added, “We’re not using the blinders on the rim trail.”
The headset itself was basically a leather helmet with a large, black plume of some sort sticking straight up from the top. “This top feather,” trustee yvonne explained, “is there not only for looks, it accentuates the position of your head. If you aren’t holding your head up properly, it is obvious to everyone. So, keep your head up and your eyes straight forward.”
Slut jj automatically responded, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee yvonne.” Slut julia attempted to answer, but with the bit in her mouth, it came out as meaningless mumbles.
“There is one final thing,” trustee yvonne said. Her expression and the coloring of her face indicated that she was almost embarrassed. “I couldn’t fight brenda on this,” she said softly. “I’m sorry.”
She then reached out and clipped a small silver bell to slut julia’s left nipple. The slut gasped and pulled back slightly causing the bell to ring. The slut then watched warily as trustee yvonne attached a matching bell to her right nipple.
“Slut julia,” trustee yvonne said as she reached out and tapped one of the bells, “has the smallest and highest pitched bells.” She again gave a half-smile as she turned and said more or less flatly, “I assume you can guess who is supposed to get the heaviest bells
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