BDSM Boot Camp · Bound 9 · Part 2

BDSM Boot Camp · Bound 9 · Part 2 (2/2)
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“Ma’am, this slut understands, Ma’am, trustee yvonne,” slut marcie replied.

“OK,” trustee yvonne said, “we are running late. You two tack each other up through belts, tail, and shoes. Then get into your positions in the traces.”

A short while later, the two carts emerged from the barn. Trustee yvonne was standing in the chariot directing sluts julia and jj. Slut marcie jogged close behind pulling the empty cart.

When they got to the parade ground, trustee brenda was standing in front of the slut formation. With the three sluts in harness, the remaining sixteen were a perfect square of four rows of four. “I want everyone running as fast as they can this afternoon,” she yelled out. “And I want you running in step.” She stomped her left foot down and shouted, “Each time your left foot hits the ground you are going to say ‘Hup’. Do you understand that?”

“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” the sixteen sluts yelled back.

“Your speed is going to be set by sluts julia and jj who are going to be pulling me in my chariot,” trustee brenda made a motion with her hands and trustee yvonne guided the sluts over to where trustee brenda was standing. Trustee yvonne got out of the chariot and trustee brenda stepped in.

Turning to sluts julia and jj, she yelled out, “Did you two sluts hear my instructions?”

“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” they both loudly mumbled back around their bits.

“Then let’s get going,” she said. She then yelled, “Forward!” and punctuated it with a quick flick of the whip which had been standing in its holder. The whip caught slut jj on the left ass cheek and caused her to yelp slightly as both she and slut julia began running toward the rim path.

The sixteen sluts ran behind the chariot. They had started so suddenly that trustee yvonne had not had time to get to her cart. Slut marcie trotted up to her and stopped to let her board before racing off after the running sluts.

Slut jj found it hard to run in the restricting tack. Not being able to swing her arms made each stride slightly more difficult. The bells pulled at her breasts with each step. And the two dildos tugged and rubbed within her.

Of the three things, the tug of the dildos soon became the most difficult. The restriction of her arms was a nuisance. The pull of the bells was painful. But the tug of the dildo was creating pleasure. Despite her attempting to will it away, that pleasure also changed what the bells were doing to her breasts. The pain was becoming pleasure pain.

Halfway up the first incline, both sluts pulling the chariot were beginning to pant and gasp in pleasure. By the time they had crested the first hill, slut jj was crying out in orgasm. She shook slightly in the tack and traces but continued to run.

Slut julia, meanwhile, was still attempting to keep herself from orgasming. Her gasps of “Ah, ah, ah, ah,” with each step were growing louder and more frantic. About a mile along the high portion of the rim path, her orgasm washed over her. With a scream that sounded like a mixture of pleasure and pain, her body shuddered. She lost rhythm with her feet and screamed through the bit as she stumbled and fell forward onto her knees.

Slut jj stopped immediately, and almost as quickly, blows from trustee brenda’s whip began descending on both of them. Slut julia staggered to her feet, struggling to rise without being able to use her hands.

“Don’t you useless sluts know how to run?” she screamed at them as she delivered blow after blow to both of their backs.

Finally slut julia was able to rise to her feet. “They are untrained,” trustee yvonne’s voice said firmly.” She had evidently left slut marcie and the cart at the back and walked up to trustee brenda’s stopped chariot.

“The water stop is just ahead,” she said. “Why don’t we let them rest there for a moment before we go on?”

“You are too soft on these sluts,” trustee brenda snapped back angrily, “but it looks like we will have to tend to slut julia’s knees anyway.”

She snapped the whip above the two sluts’ heads and ordered, “Ahead double time!”

Sluts jj and julia began trotting down the path. Once again, slut marcie brought trustee yvonne’s cart up to her and stopped so she could board.

A few moments later, they came to a wide area of the path. One of the ranch’s dusty old pickup trucks sat near the path. The back of the truck was filled with water bottles. One of the camo-clad security men was sitting on the tailgate watching the sluts run up the trail.

As the sluts trotted over to the pickup, he stood and reached into the cab. When he turned back toward the sluts, he was carrying a first-aid kit.

“Looks like you might have been pushing them too hard for their first day in harness,” he said with a West Texas accent.

Trustee brenda gave him her standard glare and said, “I was holding back.” She huffed and added, “They are just clumsy.”

The security man said nothing. Instead, he spit on the ground as he opened the first aid kit and started wiping slut julia’s scrapes with an antiseptic. “I won’t bandage these,” he said in his drawl. “Wouldn’t do no good anyway. She’ll just sweat them off.” He spit again and added, “And if I make them tight enough to stay on, it would interfere with her running.”

Trustee brenda got out of the chariot and said dismissively, “Attend to them.”

As she walked away, the security man again spit on the ground and muttered to himself, “She’s the kind that would mistreat a horse and blame it for dying.”

Slut julia tried to say, “You don’t know the half of it,” but with the bit in her mouth, it came out as a series of mumbles.

A few moments later, slut david walked up carrying two bottles of water. He loosened the side strap on the bit harness and slid the bit out of slut jj’s mouth. He then tipped the water bottle up so she could guzzle the water.

“Trustee ratchet said we had to hurry,” he said quietly as he walked over to slut julia.

Slut julia started to laugh. Her laugh sounded really strange with the bit in her mouth. Slut david could see slut jj’s look of confusion, and he said, “Movie reference. Obviously, you’ve never seen ‘One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.’”

“Oh,” replied slut jj. “The asshole nurse.”

“Bingo,” responded slut david as he undid slut julia’s bit harness and freed her mouth.

Before holding the water bottle up for her to drink, he asked, “Are you OK? Do you need medical attention?”

“No,” she replied. “The cowboy security man did a pretty good job on my scrapes.” She paused and then said with a smile, “He doesn’t like trustee ratchet either. He thinks she would mistreat horses.”

“Ooooh,” slut david said, shaking his head. “That’s one of the worst insults a Texan can give. She must be really unpopular with some of the staff.”

“Julia?” slut jj said, and slut julia looked over at her.

“You have to learn to control your orgasms or you are going to stumble again.” She paused as if trying to think of what to say, then blurted out, “And as much as the image of trustee brenda’s chariot flying off the trail into the gorge pleases me, I’m afraid she would jump out, and you and I would be the ones falling into the gorge.”

Slut julia looked back at slut jj but continued to suck greedily at the water bottle. When she finished, slut david asked, “Do you need more?”

When he started to reset her bit harness, she suddenly said, “Can you give us just a minute?” His hands froze in place, and she quickly said, “jj, I tried to control my orgasm, but it overwhelmed me.”

“No,” replied slut jj. “You tried to STOP your orgasm, and it built up too strong for you to resist. You need to go into it, like you go into pain to turn it into pleasure.”

“Remember,” slut julia said. “I’m not a painslut. I’m just a horny-all-the-time slut. I don’t know what you mean.”

“OK,” slut jj said quickly. Slut david was making little circles with his hands, indicating that they needed to hurry up. “Don’t try to stop your orgasm. Concentrate on the good feelings and make it come… or more exactly, make yourself cum early. It will be a smaller orgasm, and you won’t lose control of your body.”

Trustee brenda’s angry voice broke into their conversation. She was standing at the back of the formation, speaking with trustee yvonne, but obviously, she was angry at the delay. “Is there a problem up there?” she yelled out.

“Harness buckle was jammed,” slut david quickly yelled back. Then he paused and said more slowly, “Ma’am, the prong slipped over onto the wrong side of the buckle, Ma’am, trustee brenda. This slut had to twist it a couple times to get it to pop back into place.”

“If you fixed it,” trustee brenda yelled out angrily, “then get those sluts back in harness.”

While slut david hurriedly worked to reset slut julia’s bit harness, slut jj said quickly, “I’ve had four orgasms so far, but I could keep running. Don’t hold back. Let yourself go early, that way, you can keep running and still bleed off the sexual energy.”

She wanted to say more, but slut david was now resetting her bit harness, and she was reduced to unintelligible mumbling. Seconds after the bit was in place, both sluts felt the upward tug on the pull connections, which indicated that someone had stepped into the back of the chariot. The tug balanced and then pulled slightly downward as trustee brenda moved forward to take the reins.

A sharp slap on slut jj’s ass, quickly followed by the loud command, “Forward!” and the chariot began to move once again on the trail.

The whip cracked a dozen or so more times as trustee brenda screamed, “Faster, faster!” About every third crack of the whip was accented by the smack of the tip against flesh as trustee brenda aimed for either slut jj’s or slut julia’s ass.

Trustee brenda may have had many deficiencies, but she was an expert with the whip. The long tassel of the whip would crack just behind one of the sluts’ asses, and then as it continued through its arc at a rate above the speed of sound, the very tip would strike flesh.

The second, slightly quieter, “Snap!” was lost in the noise of the initial crack for most people, but sluts julia and jj could hear it very clearly and could feel the results of that supersonic impact on their reddening ass cheeks.

Once they got up to speed, trustee brenda set her whip in its holder and tied off the reins on a handle-like bar just inside the chariot. She then turned around so that she was facing the sluts running behind her.

“Lift those knees!” she screamed out. “By next week, you are expected to be able to run like a prancing horse, so get those knees up as high as you can as you run.”

She waited a moment to watch the response to her command. Most of the sluts attempted to raise their knees higher as they ran, but it was unnatural for them, and most could not do it and maintain the speed needed to keep up with the chariot.

“Knees up!” trustee brenda screamed again. She smiled slightly as she watched the sluts struggle to obey her command. Then she turned back to the sluts pulling her chariot and yelled out, “You heard what I said to the rest of the sluts. Get your knees up as you run.”

Slut jj altered her stride so that her knees were coming up slightly higher, but when slut julia attempted it, she groaned in pain. She looked over at slut jj with wide eyes. Slut jj tried to call out to her, but the intended, “That’s OK,” came out as “Aah Oh Ay.” Slut julia understood her intention and returned to a normal run.

Trustee brenda’s voice screamed down at them, “I saw that! Slut julia, even if you can’t lift your knees today because of your scrapes, you can still keep up to speed. Slut jj, you don’t have any excuse, so I want to see those knees up in the air!” She punctuated her command with several snaps of the whip on slut jj’s ass. She must have been slightly upset because the whip was not at snapping speed as it flicked slut jj’s flesh.

Trustee brenda’s aim was also slightly off, and one of the snaps actually landed below slut jj’s ass on the back of her thigh. That caused slut jj to break stride and almost stumble, but trustee brenda did not appear to notice, and instead screamed out, “Faster, faster!”

As they approached the turn that would take them across the end of the box canyon, slut jj could see that slut julia’s face was starting to show the strain of orgasm. “et it oh,” she mumbled out through her bit.

Slut julia may or may not have understood what slut jj was trying to tell her, but she did relax her body slightly and then began to shudder in what was obviously a small orgasm. The shuddering caused her to slow slightly, but she did not break stride or stumble. A few steps later, she was able to pick up the pace and come back to the desired speed.

Trustee brenda had her whip in hand and was ready to use it to urge the ponygirls back up to speed, but set it back in the holder when slut julia finished her mini-orgasm. She gave a twisted smile as she realized what was happening. “Sluts!” she said almost under her breath. “They’re despicable, but they get to have all the fun.”

As the chariot turned onto the portion of the trail that led back into camp, slut jj looked frantically around, trying to remember where the dangerous gorge was on the trail. The image of her and slut julia flying off the trail into the deep gorge was flashing through her head.

To her great relief, trustee brenda snapped the whip above their heads and said, “Let’s slow it down for the curve, sluts.” Then she ordered, “Drop to double time,” and both slut julia and slut jj slowed their pace.

Moments later, they easily negotiated the sharp turns and twists that went around the gorge. As soon as they were back on the straightaway, however, trustee brenda again snapped her whip. This time it was not above their heads. The sharp snaps on slut jj’s and slut julia’s ass cheeks were accompanied by trustee brenda’s frantic shouts of “Faster! Faster! Faster!”

The whip snapped again and she screamed out, “Keep those knees up!”

Sluts julia and jj felt the up-and-down tug on the pulling chains, which indicated that trustee brenda was moving in the chariot. Moments later, they could hear her scream at the sluts following, “Get those knees up! UP! I said!” There was a pause and the screaming continued, “I should make you all sleep in the stables tonight so you can all get it through your bald heads that you are nothing but worthless animals. You are nothing more than a two-legged pony! So get those legs up!”

‘Wow!” thought slut jj. “No wonder that cowboy guard doesn’t like her. She thinks horses are worthless.”

Shortly thereafter, the squad arrived back at the parade grounds. “Fifteen-minute break,” screamed out trustee brenda.

“Water and sports drinks are in the truck,” trustee yvonne shouted. “Each of you drink at least one of each, but don’t overdo it. We have three more laps to make before supper.

This time it was slut molly who was sent over to give water to sluts julia and jj. Slut molly was sent to slut marcie.

After about ten minutes, trustee brenda called out, “Box in, ponies and carts behind the formation.”

The sixteen sluts immediately formed their four-by-four square. Slut marcie was already behind the formation, so she moved forward so that she was effectively on the left side of the back row. Sluts julia and jj pulled the chariot around so that they matched slut marcie’s position, but on the right side.

“We are going to practice getting your knees up,” trustee brenda called out. “We are going to do that by marching at dressage speed around the parade ground.”

She looked around as if she were thinking of her next step and then looked over at trustee yvonne. “Trustee yvonne will lead you,” she said with a smile. Then, after waiting for a reaction of shock from trustee yvonne, she added, “…in her pony cart.”

She smiled wickedly at having once again put down her fellow trustee and then said, “I will stand in the middle where I can observe all of you.”

Without being ordered, slut marcie pulled out of formation and brought the cart to the front. Trustee yvonne was obviously upset as she got into the cart, but she said nothing.

“For those of you,” trustee brenda began to explain, “who do not know what dressage speed is, it is approximately this:” She then began to clap her hands slowly— about once a second. “If you think to yourself, ‘One, one thousand; Two, one thousand; Three, one thousand,’ or just ‘Step, one thousand; step, one thousand,’ you will have it about right.”

She stopped at her chariot to retrieve her whip before walking toward the center of the parade ground. Once there she snapped the whip loudly and cried out, “Begin!”

Trustee yvonne gave a quick flip of the reins and slut marcie began moving forward. At this very slow pace, it was much easier to lift her knees high.

Evidently not everyone thought so, because trustee brenda’s whip and voice carried across the parade grounds, “Your thighs should come up to level. Your foreleg should be straight down with your knee bent ninety degrees.” There was a pause before she screamed out, “Get those knees UP!”

The formation made three laps around the parade ground before trustee brenda called out, “Sluts jj and julia, HERE!”

The two sluts had been following closely behind the others, but quickly broke away from the formation and pranced over to bring the chariot to where trustee brenda was standing. Slut julia attempted to raise her knees as they ran, but her previous injuries still prevented her from doing so. Slut jj, however, was able to double time with her knees coming to the proper position with each step.

Trustee brenda got into the chariot and said, “Over in front of the formation.” The two sluts followed her command and took her to the desired spot.

“We are going to go a little slower this time,” trustee brenda said forcefully. “We are going to do double time all the way around the rim… except for the hairpin turns at the gorge.” She turned her head so she could look directly at slut marcie in the traces of trustee yvonne’s cart. “When we go through those turns,” she said, “we will do so at dressage speed.” She looked over the formation and then yelled out, “Do you understand that, sluts?”

“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” they thundered back.

Since she couldn’t be understood anyway, when slut jj answered, her answer ended with “trustee ratchet.” Her smile as they began to trot over to the trail entrance confused her trace mate, slut julia.

Trustee brenda— or whoever made such decisions— must have figured that the sluts had hydrated enough during the first lap and following break because they did not stop on this lap around the rim. Trustee brenda kept them at a constant double-time speed all the way up the inclines and around the end of the box.

When they got to the first turn into the gorge, trustee brenda called out, “Dressage speed,” and the group slowed to the one-step-a-second speed. As soon as they were through the turn, she called out, “Double time!” and took them back up to speed. They returned to dressage speed for the hairpin at the end of the gorge and then again for the sharp right turn that turned them back toward camp. They were still doing double time when they got back to the parade ground.

“Ten minutes for water,” trustee brenda called out, “and then three dressage laps around the parade grounds before we take the next lap.

The same procedure was repeated for the third— and fourth— laps. When the formation reached the parade ground after the fourth lap, trustee brenda said, “There will be extra water and sports drink with your supper. Three dressage laps and then you are dismissed to the barracks to clean up.”

Fatigue was very apparent as the sluts struggled to raise their legs to the proper position as they made their three slow laps around the parade grounds. Trustee brenda walked back into camp as soon as they began the first lap, so her constant whip and voice was not heard. In fact, the only comment from a trustee was when trustee yvonne called out as they finished their second lap, “Just one more lap and then you can go.”

When the formation finally completed their last lap and came to a halt, trustee yvonne yelled, “Squad dismissed. Slut david please accompany the chariot to the stables to help me with the harnesses.”

He walked up alongside the chariot but did not step into it. “You know where you are going,” he said to slut jj. “I will just run alongside you.”

Slut jj mumbled out, “ank ooo,” as they trotted back to the stables.

Slut david was evidently very familiar with harnesses because he was able to quickly free the two sluts from their tack. Once he had removed the arm restraints, he asked, “Are you able to move your arms well enough to get the rest? Or do I have to do it?”

Slut julia was very cautiously moving her arms and hands, trying to get feeling back into her fingers. “I think you will have to do me,” she answered. Then she turned red and said, “I mean… I can’t get myself out of this.”

“I think you meant what you said,” slut jj interjected. “But I think that would get us all in a lot of trouble.”

“Right now,” slut julia replied with an exaggerated release of breath, “I think it would be worth it.”

“For you, maybe,” slut david replied as he worked to remove the belt, “but not for me.”

When he finally figured out how to release the crotch strap from the back and began to pull it free, he said in surprise, “No wonder you had trouble running. Those would really be painful and bothersome.”

“Pain wasn’t the problem,” slut julia said with a sigh.

“What do you mean?” slut david started to ask, but suddenly said, “Oh! Yes. That would be a problem, too.”

“What can I say?” slut julia said, shrugging her shoulders and raising her arms out to her sides. “I’m a slut. I’ve known that all my life. I crave sex and I crave being dominated and forced to do things that I want to do, but can’t let myself do.”

Slut jj pointed down at slut david’s rising erection. “I think you may have found a kindred spirit— or maybe I should say the key that fits your lock. But there isn’t time to do anything about it right now, and we will all be in trouble if we don’t get over to supper soon.”

Fortunately, trustee yvonne arrived at that point carrying slut marcie’s tack. “It all hangs on the wall right over there,” she said, pointing to several empty hooks and brackets on the wall filled with black tack.

A few moments later, the sluts were racing to the barracks. Trustee yvonne followed at a slow jog.

By the time the sluts reached the barracks, all of the others had already cleared the showers and were on their way to the mess hall. When the four of them finally reached the mess hall, they barely had time to rapidly suck down the chocolate goop and finish off their water before the klaxon sounded.

As they rose to return to the barracks, trustee yvonne was standing behind them. She said, “Take a moment to finish the sports drink. Safety overrides minor rules, and we can’t have you passing out or getting sick tonight or tomorrow.

The sluts murmured “thank you,” and quickly picked up and downed the bottle of sports drink. Trustee yvonne said nothing about the improper form of the thanks, but merely walked away as the sluts chugged the drink and then scrambled towards the barracks.

All nineteen of the sluts were asleep long before lights out.

They slept just as soundly each of the next four nights as the same routine was repeated each day. The only difference from day to day was that trustee brenda expected the roller to move slightly faster in the morning and expected their knees to be slightly higher each afternoon.

BDSM Boot Camp · Bound 9 · Part 2 (2/2)
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