BDSM Boot Camp · Bound 2 · Part 2 (2/2)
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The look of disappointment on trustee brenda’s face was obvious when all of the upper bunk sluts completed at least twenty situps.
“Maybe we will have to make thirty the punishment point tomorrow,” she said angrily. Then she shouted out “Reverse!” and the lower bunk sluts got ready to do their situps. Slut marcie was barely in position when trustee brenda screamed out, “Fifty in two minutes… starting NOW!”
Only one of the LBs did less than forty situps. Nine of the twelve completed the fifty.
Evidently trustee brenda hadn’t expected any of the lower bunk sluts to fail because she didn’t even ask how many they actually did. Instead, as soon as the two minutes were up, she shouted out, “Box in!”
After everyone was back in formation, she said simply, “Pushups.” Then she yelled, “In position!” and all twenty-seven sluts assumed the proper position. “If it were up to me,” trustee brenda said firmly, “anyone who did not make at least twenty-five pushups today would get twenty-five with the quirt… as would their bunk partner.” She sighed. “But the rules say that you have two weeks to work up to the fifty required pushups before I can start punishments.”
She put her fists on her hips and looked down at the twenty-seven sweaty bodies glistening in the sun. She seemed to lose herself slightly as she stared at slut jj’s shiny, quivering ass cheeks. Then she shivered slightly and barked out, “Begin!”
Although they had not been ordered to do so, sluts marcie and gerard began loudly counting their pushups. By the time they had reached “three,” most of the other sluts were counting with them.
To slut jj’s total amazement, she was able to make it to twenty-six before collapsing into the dust with a loud “umph.” She lay there breathing heavily. Only sluts marcie, gerard, and two others made the expected fifty pushups, but all of the sluts had done considerably more than they thought they could do.
When the four sluts finally called out “Fifty!” trustee brenda did not look pleased. The purpose of the exercises— at least in her mind— was to cement her control over the sluts. But the sluts were obviously following slut marcie and slut gerard. Something would have to be done about that.
She stared down at slut gerard. She wanted him to see— and fear— the hatred in her eyes, but when he looked back up at her, it was she, not slut gerard, who turned away. For just a moment, she had seen something very powerful flare in his eyes before he forced himself back into his subservient role.
Luckily, the water truck arrived at this point and she was able to cover her fear by loudly ordering, “Box in, single line, for morning rinse off.”
Two men in bluejeans were manning the hoses as the water truck drove down the line, spraying the sluts with the cold water. As the truck passed, each slut turned so that the frigid stream would rinse off their entire body. While the men were hosing off the sluts, trustee brenda stood looking like she was deep in thought. There was a look of fear— almost panic— on her face as she called out, “To the roller,” after the water truck had passed.
She then jogged over to the truck and spoke with the two men as they rinsed off the roller itself.
Twenty-four of the sluts distributed themselves in pushing positions behind the roller. Sluts marcie, jj, and julia took their place on the steering yoke. Sluts marcie and jj were on the right side of the main beam and slut julie was by herself on the left side.
As the trustees approached, however, slut marcie quickly pulled slut julia over to the far right so that sluts julia and jj were on that side of the yoke. Then she took her place alone on the left side. Trustee brenda started to say something to her, but stopped herself and walked forward to her platform at the front of the roller.
“We are going to start out slowly this morning,” she began. “Once you are dried off a little, LBs will go by row to get the sunscreen. Remember, if your partner burns, you are the one who is punished.”
Slut jj looked over at slut julia, whose skin was so pale that the blue of her veins could easily be seen. “You burn really quick, don’t you?” she asked.
Slut julia nodded her head. “And I’ve already been out in the sun almost too long,” she said. “By the time slut marcie can go forward to get the sunblock,” she added glumly, “I will already be toast.”
A loud, “Forward,” interrupted them as trustee brenda gave the signal to move. There was a collective grunt as the sluts pushed against the bars in front of them. Evidently, the roller was full of water this morning rather than being nearly empty as it had been yesterday, because it took all their strength just to get it to start moving.
As soon as things began to move, slut marcie scurried forward and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen from the tray just behind the roller.
“What do you think you are doing?” screamed trustee brenda.
“Ma’am, getting sunscreen for my UBs, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” slut marcie immediately replied.
“I said by rows,” screamed trustee brenda.
Hurrying back to her place, slut marcie answered, “Ma’am, yes, you did. But you didn’t say from which end, Ma’am, trustee brenda.”
Trustee brenda just huffed her anger and gave the signal to turn left. Slut marcie wedged the bottle of sunscreen into a large hole which was intended to give access to some bolts that joined sections of the yoke and then tugged the end of the long steering yoke to the right so that the roller would turn left.
“I think I will be too busy to take this back to the tray today,” she said softly to slut jj. Then as soon as the roller had completed the turn, she began slathering the sunscreen over as much of slut julia’s body as she could.
As her hand passed down slut julia’s stomach, the slut shuddered and groaned. “We have to get you matched up with someone soon,” slut marcie said, “or trustee brenda will eat you alive. You are so obviously a slut in heat.”
“Thank you,” slut julia said in reply.
“If I didn’t put sunscreen on you,” slut marcie responded, “I’m the one who would get punished.”
“No,” slut julia said. “Thank you for saying that I am obviously a slut in heat. That’s what I am and I have been hiding it for so long. It feels so good to openly be what I am.”
“She also warned you about trustee brenda,” slut jj said grimly. “Remember that warning! There’s something off with that woman. I don’t want her anywhere near me… and I’m a painslut.”
“I’m not,” slut julia said softly. Then she added with a grin, “I’m just a regular slut who’s almost always in heat.”
Further conversation was not possible as they were now on a slight upward incline and all twenty-seven of the sluts were straining to keep the roller moving. Standing up on her platform, trustee brenda was screaming, “Faster, faster,” and was giving the forward signal with her hands.
Slut marcie and the other LBs regularly ran forward to get sunscreen or water bottles out of the tray behind the roller. Trustee brenda kept them moving on the ridge that surrounded the box canyon at an almost double-time pace until all of them were panting and covered with sweat, dust, and smeared sunscreen. They covered the distance done the day before in less than half the time and still she demanded that they go faster.
Finally she signaled them to a halt at the top of the canyon. A heavy timbered fence, similar to the one around the main compound ran alongside the trail at this point. A large sign which had fallen from the fence lay face up on the dust. It read, “No Trespassing. Former Military Bio-weapons Test Area. Do not touch or ingest soil, plants, or water in this area.”
Despite the burning in her muscles and lungs, slut marcie found herself laughing at the wording on the sign. “Good way to keep out the curious,” she said to slut jj as she nodded toward the sign. She then looked carefully around at the trail behind them and before them.
They were at the top of a long, steep hill which circled the end of the box canyon and led back down to the camp. Trustee brenda turned on her platform and said, “That’s the camp down there below us. We are running behind, so we are going to go double-time, plus, all the way back down to the parade grounds.”
Slut marcie leaned forward as far as she could and said firmly to the back row of pushers, “Regardless of what she says or signals, don’t go faster than I count. Pass that on to the other rows.”
Slut powers looked back at her and nodded her head. Soon the message was moved forward all the way to the front row.
As the roller started down the hill, slut marcie started chanting, “Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup,” in time with her feet hitting the ground. She wasn’t loud, but soon all twenty-seven were chanting with her.
Trustee brenda signaled for more speed, and slut marcie sped up her chant slightly. Trustee brenda signaled again, but the chant remained at the same pace. “Faster!” the trustee screamed, but the “yup, yup, yup,” remained at the same pace.
“Slut marcie,” trustee brenda yelled, “this is your making and I will get you for this!”
Slut marcie seemed not to hear her, but continued with her “yup, yup, yup,” at the same pace.
Trustee brenda was red with anger, but turned and faced forward once again on her platform. She gave the signal to speed up once again, but, if anything, slut marcie slowed the pace of her chant in response.
A signal for a right turn led them around a small hillock. They had just completed the right turn when trustee brenda jumped from her platform onto the tray which held the supplies. She then leapt from the tray onto the side of the hill. Trustee yvonne, who had been jogging to keep up with the roller, broke into a run as she tried to catch up with the huge device, but she was way too far behind.
“Pull back! Pull back!” slut marcie yelled out loudly. All of the sluts pulled against the yoke, but the extreme weight of the water-filled roller continued to drag them down the path.
“Powers! Here!” slut marcie screamed, and the black slut ducked under the push bar behind her and quickly moved around the outside of the yoke to join slut marcie at the steering position.
“Gerard! Here!” she added, and slut gerard also joined her at the steering position.
“There’s a ravine ahead,” she yelled. “I saw it from the other side of the canyon. The front rows can’t get clear of their traces, or we could just let it crash. We have to slow it. If we try to stop it too fast, it will just pull us along.”
With that, she ran toward the front of the roller and leapt up onto the tray so that she could ascend to the platform. What she saw made her gasp. They were almost there. The road continued to curve to the right and then made an almost hairpin turn to the left to go around a deep ravine. A short distance after that, it again turned hard to the right and continued on down to the camp.
If they couldn’t hold the first right turn, they would slide off into the mouth of the ravine. If the roller missed the hairpin curve and went up onto the hill, it would turn over and tumble back into the ravine. If they didn’t make the right turn on the other side of the ravine, the roller— and they— would fall a hundred feet to the canyon floor itself.
“Hold the right turn,” she yelled back to sluts powers and gerard. “Then get ready for a sharp left.”
Looking down at the rows of sluts straining to slow the roller, she yelled out, “Keep pulling back as you run. If we can slow it down enough, we can make it.”
Slut powers resumed the chant from earlier. The “yup, yup, yup” was much slower than before, and slightly slower than the sluts’ actual steps. As the steps came closer to the chant, she again slowed the chant so that the sluts would continue to slow their pace.
The roller barely made it around the turn when slut marcie began screaming. “Sharp left! Sharp left!”
The huge roller was skidding on the dirt and gravel, but at least it was skidding away from, rather than toward, the deep ravine. As long as it didn’t go far enough up the embankment to topple, they might make it.
“Steady, then right,” slut marcie yelled out. She held her hand in the forward position and slowly lowered it to indicate the turn. Again, the roller was skidding slightly on the clay and gravel, but they successfully made the turn.
Once they were on the straightaway, slut marcie was holding both hands down in the straight position while she yelled out, “Slower… slow it down… slow it down.”
As the roller came almost to a stop, a voice from alongside her said angrily, “You almost got us all killed, slut marcie.” Trustee brenda had caught back up with the roller by running across the top of the hills and had resumed her position on the platform.
Slut marcie turned to face her. “Ma’am, if you say so, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” she said softly.
“Return to your position,” trustee brenda spat out. “I will deal with you later.”
Slut marcie hopped down from the roller and returned to the steering yoke. Sluts powers and gerard had already returned to their positions.
Trustee brenda kept the roller at a reasonable pace the rest of the way back to the parade grounds. When it had come to a full halt, she yelled out, “Report to your barracks and go through the showers. Then report to the mess hall for lunch. You will re-assemble in front of your barracks in exactly one-half hour.”
The sluts took off at a run towards the barracks. A few were running because they were hungry, but most were running just to get away from trustee brenda.
“What do you think she will do to you?” slut jj asked slut marcie as they ran.
“Nothing… publicly,” slut marcie responded. “She will do something, but she can’t make it official or she will have to explain her own actions.”
“Watch your back,” came a deep voice from alongside as slut gerard trotted past.
After a quick trip through the showers, the sluts raced to the mess hall. This time, slut jj, didn’t bother to knock over the bottles and began sucking at the penis bottle full of chocolate flavored glop.
“What if it’s spiked?” slut marcie hissed rapidly.
“I think I only have to worry about the night ones,” slut jj responded. “She wants me knocked out at night, not during the day.”
Slut marcie didn’t answer, but instead began sucking on her own bottle.
BDSM Boot Camp · Bound 2 · Part 2 (2/2)
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