BDSM Boot Camp · Bound 11 · Part 1 (1/2)
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Chapter Thirteen: Learning to Prance in the Texas Sun
Chapter Fourteen: A Day of Surprises
The last day of the fourth week started with a surprise. When the sluts ran into the mess hall, there were no bottles on the floor. Instead, the kitchen slave who normally collected their empty bottles pointed to a table close to the kitchen. A chrome-rimmed sign supported by a chrome pole sat in the middle of the table. A white, stiff-paper sign was held in the shiny frame. On it, in large black print, it said, “Boot Camp.”
On the table were small, folded pieces of stiff yellow plastic with large numbers on them. They made the table look somewhat like a crime scene from a television drama except that the numbers were not all the same color. Numbers 1 through 5 were red, while 6 to 10 were blue. The next number was a green 12, followed by a green 18. Then the numbers skipped again to 21 through 27, which were black.
Since those numbers corresponded to the numbers which had been written on the sluts’ left breasts, it was pretty obvious who was supposed to sit where. With each number were three glasses. One was the standard, terrible-tasting, chocolate glop. The second was water. And the third appeared to be a sports drink of some sort. Unlike the penis-nipple bottles, the glasses were not numbered, but out of habit, the sluts all began with the chalky chocolate and then followed that with the clear water. The sports drink had a vague taste of orange, but that taste was more or less overwhelmed by the taste of the electrolytes and minerals.
Another surprise came when the sluts reported to the parade ground for calisthenics. The huge roller assembly was nowhere to be seen.
Slut jj whispered loudly to slut marcie, “What’s up?”
Slut marcie replied, “I’m sure we will find out soon,” and began the jumping jacks which trustee brenda had just called for.
After exercises were finished, trustee brenda ordered the sluts to Box In and they hurried into their four by five formation with sluts marcie, jj, and julia, as usual, creating the partial fifth row.
“We are running the rim this morning,” trustee brenda shouted out. “And I expect you to make this your fastest and best run yet.” She looked very serious as she added, “It is very important that you be in your best form because people will be very carefully watching us run today.”
Trustee brenda then slapped her ever-present quirt against her palm and said, “As soon as trustee yvonne gets the ponysluts tacked up we will begin.”
She then glared at her fellow trustee as she said, “If trustee yvonne doesn’t take all day, we should be able to finish the required two laps before the noon meal.”
In response, trustee yvonne barked out, “Sluts marcie, jj, and julia, to the stables.”
As they began running toward the stables, she pointed back at the formation and commanded, “Sluts david and molly, with me.” Both sluts joined her as she turned and began jogging toward the stables.
By the time they had reached the stables, the three sluts had already arranged the tack on the long preparation table and were positioning the pull belts on their waists. As trustee yvonne and the other sluts entered, she barked out, “Slut david, do slut jj. Slut molly, you’ve got slut marcie. I’ll take slut julia.”
The division of labor made sense. Slut molly was the least skilled in tack and harness, but slut marcie would need the least help. Slut julia would need the most help, and trustee yvonne would tack her out. Slut david was skilled with harnesses, and slut jj would primarily need guidance to keep her from panicking as they rushed to get tacked out.
Less than ten minutes later, trustee yvonne yelled “Hee-up” and slut marcie began trotting toward the parade grounds. Right behind them, sluts david and molly rode in the chariot as sluts jj and julia clopped along at just less than a gallop.
Trustee yvonne guided slut marcie into their place at the back of the formation while the chariot with sluts david and molly aboard went forward and stopped alongside trustee brenda.
Trustee brenda’s only acknowledgment of the very rapid return of the now tacked out ponysluts was a curt, “Return to formation,” directed at sluts david and molly.
“We are going to be running fast today,” she said loudly and firmly. “But we are ALL going to keep our knees up properly all of the way around both laps.” She glared at the sluts and screamed, “Do you understand that!?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” the sixteen sluts yelled back.
She then turned and slashed down several times with her whip, striking both slut julia and slut jj on the shoulders as she screamed, “Forward! Forward! Run, you sluts!”
The whip cracked several times in the air over their heads as they gained speed. Then trustee brenda composed herself slightly and snapped the whip very accurately just behind slut jj’s ass so that the supersonic tassel whipped up loudly into her ass cheek. She repeated that very painful snap three more times, alternating between the two sluts’ asses. When she stopped, both had bright red welts in the center of each ass cheek.
Both sluts leaned forward to pull more strongly against the traces as trustee brenda continued to scream, “Faster! Faster! Faster!”
When the sluts were all running as fast as they could while still raising their legs in a pony prance, trustee brenda turned to face the squad and changed to alternately screaming, “Hold your speed!” and “Keep those knees up!” After several rounds of screaming, she would again turn forward and put four more welts on her ponysluts’ asses. That pattern repeated itself again and again as they charged around the rim trail.
When the sluts came gallop-prancing back into camp, the battered old pickup truck was sitting on the parade ground with bottles of water and sports drink spread out across its tailgate. Trustee brenda, however, ignored the planned rest stop and whipped sluts jj and julia at a gallop across the parade grounds and back onto the rim trail.
If anything, she kept the sluts at an even faster pace on the second lap. By the time the squad again returned to the parade ground, none of the sluts were raising their legs in the proper prance. Several were wobbling as they ran. Two collapsed as soon as trustee brenda brought them to a halt. Several others lowered themselves to the ground and sat in a daze. Other sluts ran over to the truck and brought back water and sports drinks for those on the ground, while at the same time greedily sucking down the much-needed liquids.
Trustee brenda watched all of this from her chariot. She turned toward trustee yvonne and said curtly, “Deal with this.” She then called out loudly, “All of you who are still standing are dismissed to the barracks to clean up for lunch.”
A few of the squad took off toward the barracks, but most stayed to help those in distress. Trustee yvonne quietly ordered sluts david and molly to take the ponysluts back to the barn and remove their tack.
Several of the sluts noticed that when trustee yvonne did so, she said, “Please take the ponies back to the barn. Take water and sports drink with you so they can have more when their arms are released.”
The contrast between her concern for the sluts and trustee brenda’s obvious disregard for them fanned the anger that was burning within them, but none said anything. When the sluts who had been overcome by the heat and exertion had recovered, the rest of the squad jogged back to the barracks to clean up for lunch. Sluts marcie, jj, julia, david, and molly joined them shortly thereafter.
Lunch followed the new routine introduced at breakfast. Again there were three glasses set up for each slut on the table with the “Boot Camp” sign. The sluts hurriedly drank the three glasses. Normally, the sluts would dash back to the barracks as soon as they had sucked down their glop and water, but today, the ones who had arrived first felt safe remaining at the table while their squad mates finished. The squad then jogged back to the barracks together.
Trustee brenda was waiting for them when they arrived. “We are going back to the hangar today,” she said. “But before we do that, there is something we have to take care of first.”
She was walking up and down in front of the line, pausing in an exaggerated fashion to read the names and slut numbers which were written on the sluts’ left breasts.
“You are not in slut order,” she said sharply. “But since you have not been ordered to be, there will be no punishment.” She then stepped back and ordered loudly, “Box In, single line, in slut order.”
There was a slight pause as the sluts figured out for sure what she meant. Then the sluts began quickly shuffling themselves so that red-slut one, slut julia, was first in line and black-slut twenty-seven, slut david, was last.
“You may have noticed,” trustee brenda continued in a very sarcastic voice, “that the conditions for your meals have improved considerably starting today.” She paused and then said loudly, “That’s because you have EARNED that!”
She put her hands on her hips and leaned forward as she said, “But anything that you earn can be taken away from you if you screw up!”
She huffed loudly and returned to walking in front of the sluts.
“You may also have noticed,” she continued, “that most of you have started to regrow the hair on your heads.” She laughed and shook her head slightly as she said, “The hair anywhere else on your body will take a LOT longer to come back. Those chemicals are really effective.” Her voice turned stern again as she said, “But that makes no difference because none of you have earned the right to body hair anyway, and won’t before the end of boot camp.
“Some of you… SOME of you have earned the right to hair on your head.” She shook her head once again and lowered the volume and pitch of her voice, “Some of you have not.”
She smiled and then said, “Sluts one through ten have not earned that right. You will report to the processing shed for haircuts.” Her smile broadened as she said, “Or maybe I should have said hair dissolving, since they are going to use something similar to what was used on the rest of your bodies.” She gave a short laugh that was more like a snort before saying, “Don’t worry, it isn’t quite as effective as the cunt cleaner…. but you won’t have to worry about combing your hair until well after the end of boot camp.”
Leaning forward she screamed, “That was an order, sluts! Sluts one through ten to the processing shed to get your domes polished! Now!”
The five red sluts and five blue sluts scrambled off. The exit to the processing shed was directly across from their barracks, but getting to the entrance required running to the end of the street and coming back up the next one.
“Now,” trustee brenda continued, tapping her quirt on her hand and glaring at the sluts. “What to do with the green sluts?”
She stood in front of slut molly, who was green eighteen, and slut darlene, who was green twelve. “Do you think you have earned the right to have hair?” she asked.
“Consider very carefully before you answer,” she said slowly. “From this point out, the squad will be divided by who has hair and who does not.” She looked over at the back of the processing shed where the other sluts had been sent. “The red and blue sluts are obviously submissives,” she said derisively. “They do not deserve hair on their heads… do they?”
She reached out and lifted slut darlene’s chin so that they were looking eye to eye. “What about you, slut darlene? Are you dominant enough to deserve hair? Or are you supposed to be a bald-headed submissive slut?”
The conflict within slut darlene was obvious. She kept looking over at the black-numbered sluts. She knew that she wasn’t really one of them, but at the same time, she knew that she wasn’t really like any of the first ten sluts. Her body was almost quivering with indecision as she leaned forward as if to run for the processing shed and then rocked back to stand firm.
Finally she said shakily, “I deserve to have hair.” She swallowed hard and added, “…for now.”
Trustee brenda chuckled deeply and said very softly, “Someday someone will take great pleasure in breaking you, my little innocent not-quite-a-submissive.” Only sluts darlene and molly heard her. Any reply they might have had was drowned out by the trustee asking loudly, “And what about you, slut molly? Hair or no hair?”
“Ma’am, this slut deserves to have hair, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” she answered. Her answer in proper form only accentuated the fact that slut darlene had answered incorrectly and trustee brenda had not challenged it.
As trustee brenda turned away, she said softly to herself, “And someone will enjoy even more breaking you, my not-so-innocent, not-quite-a-master.”
She spun back around and yelled loudly, “Sluts dismissed to the hangar! Two columns! Jog in step! Wait in a single line outside the hangar until I arrive with the other sluts!”
With that, she turned again and walked into the back door of the processing shed. Inside, the ten sluts were standing in a long line with a thick layer of a rather odiferous cream smeared over their heads. The cream covering extended from the back of their necks to their eyebrow ridges. Each had their eyes clamped tightly shut against the acrid fumes.
As trustee brenda entered, trustee yvonne called out, “Two minutes left.”
“OK,” she answered. “Send them through the showers when the time is up. Remember to tell them to keep their eyes tightly closed.” Then, in a much quieter voice, she said, “And remember that to rinse that crap off their heads it is cold water only.”
“Yes brenda,” trustee yvonne answered. She met trustee brenda’s glare at the lack of use of her title but said nothing else.
A few minutes later, trustee yvonne said to the sluts, “Turn to your left and put your right hand on the right shoulder of the slut in front of you. Continue to keep your eyes tightly closed. I will lead you over to the entrance to the showers and then wait for you outside.”
She then took slut julia’s hand and led her, and the other nine sluts, over to the entrance to the shower maze. She again reminded them to keep their eyes tightly closed. She did not tell them that there would be no hot water as they were rinsed off.
The scream of the sluts as the icy water struck their skin was loud enough to be heard by the rest of the squad who were waiting at the hangar. Shortly after the screams stopped, the ten sluts, led by trustee yvonne, came trotting up. The cream, whatever it was, had been very effective. There was not even a hint of stubble on the sluts’ heads. Their eyebrows were also gone, causing them to look like shiny-headed mannequins waiting for the latest fashions to be put on them in some department store.
“Two abreast,” trustee yvonne ordered. “In slut number order.”
The sluts formed the proper columns and followed trustee yvonne into the hangar.
Commander Mueller, the training Masters and Mistresses, as well as the Masters-in-Training class awaited them. Also waiting for them inside the hangar were nineteen ponyslut carts and nineteen sets of black ponyslut tack, including boots and bits.
“You will notice,” began Commander Mueller, “that there is now a rather apparent divide within your boot camp squad.” He gestured with his hands as he said, “Nine of you have hair. Ten of you do not.” He began to walk in front of the double column of sluts. “That is not an accidental division.
“Ten of you,” he said pointing to the bald sluts, “are submissive sluts.”
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