BDSM Boot Camp · Bound 8 · Part 1 (1/2)
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Chapter Seven: Training Begins
Trustee brenda walked back and forth in front of the line of sluts. In addition to the paddle tied around her waist, she was now carrying a quirt, which looks very much like a crop used to urge horses on, but the end is split into two much longer flaps of leather. The twenty-five naked women and four naked men watched the quirt intently as she stood, slapping it lightly against her palm.
“OK,” she yelled. “The first thing we are going to do each morning is check your physical stamina.” She smiled and chuckled as she said, “That means calisthenics. We are going to start with jumping jacks… one hundred of them… starting NOW!”
She brought the quirt down as if flagging the start of a stock car race, and the twenty-nine sluts began the hopping motion of jumping jacks. “One,” called out several of them, but others were stumbling around, trying to make enough room around themselves to swing their arms above their heads.
“Halt!” screamed trustee brenda. “Arms straight out to your sides! Move sideways until your fingertips are about a foot apart.” She walked almost to the end of the line and made a downward motion with her quirt. Then, pointing on down the line, she said, “You sluts form a second row.” She then walked back slightly and marked off eight more sluts. “You sluts form a third row.” Finally, she walked to the other end of the line, marked off five sluts, and yelled, “You sluts are the back row.”
“Tomorrow,” she bellowed out after she returned to the center of the front row, “you will form up in this formation. You will be fingertips plus six inches apart and fingertips plus six inches away from the row in front of and behind you. Do you understand that!”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee,” the sluts yelled back.
“Now,” she said, “where were we?” Holding her finger to the side of her head as if thinking, she said, “Oh,, yes,, jumping jacks… two hundred of them…” She paused to watch the reaction on the faces of the sluts to the doubling of the number and then shouted out, “… starting NOW!”
Again she brought her quirt down to signal start, and again the sluts began the hopping motion of jumping jacks. This time, however, they did not crash into each other, and all called out “One” as their hands met above their heads.
Trustees brenda and yvonne walked back and forth across the front of the line as the count slowly climbed. They occasionally stopped and pointed at one of the sluts and made comments about how her “udders” were flopping.
When they stopped in front of slut jj, trustee brenda reached out and grabbed one of her nipples. Slut jj paused, and trustee brenda barked out, “Keep going!”
Slut jj resumed her hopping, pulling trustee brenda’s arm up and down with each jump of the jumping jacks. Trustee brenda held slut jj’s nipple firm for ten jumps and then said softly to her, “You like that, don’t you, slut jj?”
Slut jj bounced two more times before saying, “Ma’am, no, Ma’am. Sorry, but I don’t like it, trustee brenda.”
Trustee brenda laughed loudly and let go of slut jj’s nipple. “Your mouth is saying that you don’t like it, slut,” she said derisively, “but right now your cunt is sweating harder than your body.”
She reached up and flicked slut jj’s nipple with the back of her fingers and said firmly, “I should make you wear nipple weights while you do this. It would be interesting to see if you could get through the exercises without cumming your brains out.”
Trustee brenda laughed again as slut jj broke stride and struggled to keep her legs from shuddering. “Just the thought,” trustee brenda said, “almost put you over the top.” After another laugh, she reached in and slid her finger through slut jj’s cunt as she spread her legs in the start of a jumping jack. “I would love owning a natural painslut like you,” she said. Her lust for slut jj was evident in her voice.
“I think we should continue our inspection,” trustee yvonne interjected. It was obvious to slut marcie that trustee brenda had stepped over the line, and trustee yvonne was steering her away from possible trouble.
The two trustees walked over to the right corner of the first row where a rather small man was flailing away in his best attempt at his 150th jumping jack. The markings on his chest said, “slut andrew.” Even if his hair had not all been removed in preparation for BDSM Boot Camp, it was unlikely that he would have had much hair on his body.
Trustee brenda laughed as she stood in front of him and said loudly, “You would think that something down there would be big enough to flop up and down, wouldn’t you, trustee yvonne?” The male slut reddened greatly but continued with his sloppy jumping jacks.
The count finally reached two hundred, and the twenty-nine sluts stood there panting in the heat. Trustee brenda took a deep breath through her nose and smiled. The smell of sweat was mixed with the smell of sexual arousal.
“It appears,” trustee brenda said with obvious glee, “that there are many natural submissives among you. The next exercise is sit-ups.” She laughed. “Maybe sitting in the dirt will actually cause some of you sluts to cum.”
Trustee yvonne looked at her a moment and then continued, “You are expected to be able to do fifty sit-ups in two minutes. We know that most of you cannot do that today, but two weeks from now, you will be punished if you fail, so I would advise that you put your best effort into it today.”
Trustee brenda then explained, “The slut on the upper bunk will go first.” She slapped her quirt against her thigh and almost exploded, “And I need to clarify something! It is NOT a top bunk! If I hear any of you say ‘top bunk’ or ‘bottom bunk’ or top or bottom anything, you will get ten with this.” She held up her quirt. “Top and bottom are special terms here at Box M, and you will not use those words until you have completed your training. Some of you MAY be Tops, and some of you definitely ARE bottoms.” She looked directly at slut jj and smiled. “But you will not call each other or anything else Top or bottom. Do you understand that?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee!” the sluts shouted back.
“UBs on the ground!” trustee brenda barked out. Several of the pairs looked confused, but quickly realized that “UB” meant upper bunk. Slut jj winced as she felt the dust and grit stick to her sweaty skin as she sat on the ground.
“LBs kneel and hold your partner’s feet firmly on the ground!” trustee brenda ordered. Several of the sluts were still standing when she barked out, “Starting NOW!”
One slut was lying alone on the ground. She was the odd recruit who had no one in the bunk below her. For some reason, she had still chosen the upper bunk. Trustee brenda pointed her quirt at her and said with a laugh, “Since you are in a bunk by yourself, you will go with the LBs. For now, you will have to keep your own feet on the ground.”
Everything then became quiet except for the grunting of fourteen sluts trying their best to get in fifty sit-ups in two minutes.
“Time!” shouted trustee yvonne and there was a collective groan as the sluts relaxed or fell back onto the ground.
“LBs report,” trustee yvonne said loudly. “Raise your hand if your UB actually did fifty sit-ups.”
Everyone looked around, but no hands were raised. “How many did forty or more?” trustee yvonne asked.
This time, at least a half dozen hands were in the air.
Trustee yvonne laughed slightly and asked, “How many did less than twenty?”
Only two hands were in the air. One was the partner to the effeminate man in the front row. The other was slut marcie’s.
Trustee brenda gave a very deep laugh and said, “I guess we will see as the weeks go by whether you are that weak… or you just that strongly want to receive ten with my quirt.” She laughed again.
“OK,” trustee yvonne called out, “change places!”
After a short moment, trustee brenda called out, “Two minutes… starting now!”
Again, things became quiet except for the grunts of fifteen sluts trying for fifty sit-ups in two minutes.
This time when trustee yvonne called time and asked how many had done fifty sit-ups, all but two of the UBs’ hands were in the air. When she asked for more than forty, the other two hands went into the air.
“What about you?” trustee brenda said, pointing to the 29th slut who was lying alone in the back row.
“Ma’am, thirty-nine, Ma’am. This slut did thirty-nine sit-ups, trustee.”
“What is your name, slut?” trustee yvonne asked.
“Ma’am, slut ellen, Ma’am, trustee.” she replied.
“OK,” responded trustee yvonne, “after we finish pushups, you will join sluts grace and tracy for today’s march.”
“No,” said trustee brenda quickly. “I think it would be better if she joined sluts marcie and jj.”
Trustee yvonne’s face showed a flicker of concern– or possibly anger– as she looked over at her, but she said firmly, “Corrected. Slut ellen, following pushups, you will join sluts marcie and jj for the march and preparations for the march.”
Trustee brenda then stepped to the front of the sluts. “Now what do you think we will do next?” she asked sarcastically.
“Ma’am, pushups, Ma’am, trustee,” slut marcie and those around her shouted back.
“Assume the position!” trustee brenda barked out. “Again, you are expected to be able to do fifty pushups without a break. And again, you will not be punished for not being able to do that today, but two weeks from now, you will receive one with the quirt for each pushup you fall short.” She again gave a deep, almost sadistic, laugh and added, “And by ‘you’ I mean both the LB and UB. You and your partner are one. Any punishment they receive, you receive… and I mean ANY punishment.”
The twenty-nine sluts were now on their hands and toes in the classic pushup position. Their sweaty bodies glistened in the Texas sun. Trustee brenda walked behind them, laughing quietly at those whose ass cheeks were trembling as they struggled to hold the position. She paused a moment behind slut jj and looked down on her shining body almost hungrily. After a moment, she shook her head as if pulling herself together and gave a quick signal with her quirt.
“One,” said trustee yvonne, and they all began their first pushup. Trustee yvonne counted quickly to fifty. At least it appeared fast to the sluts as they struggled to match her pace. By the count of ten, the sluts’ bodies were more than glistening with sweat droplets; it was dripping from them onto the ground. By the time her count had reached twenty, several of the sluts were flat on the ground gasping for air. More continued to drop out as the count got higher and higher. When she reached fifty, only slut marcie and slut powers were still on their hands and toes.
“Good job, sluts marcie and powers,” trustee brenda said, “but I think you need to encourage sluts jj and paula to work on their upper body strength in your free time.”
She then stepped back slightly and said, “I can see that you are all sweaty and dirty after our little morning exercises. We would normally be taking a long walk or run now, but we can’t this morning because we’ve had rains– that does actually happen once in a while around here– and we need to compact the trails.”
The sound of two large trucks approaching drowned out what she said next, so she stopped and waited until both had pulled up and shut off their engines. One was a water truck of some sort. The other was a large, flatbed semi carrying a strange-looking roller that looked as if it was designed to be pulled by horses.
After things were once again quiet, trustee brenda yelled, “Box In!” and everyone snapped to attention to face her. Trustee yvonne then said, “Box Rest,” and the sluts relaxed into the at-ease position with their hands clasped behind their backs.
“We normally use this water truck to spray down the parade ground so there is less dust,” trustee brenda said with a smile. “But today it is your portable shower.” She laughed slightly and said, “Sorry about the pressure and the cold water, but… sometimes you have to put up with things when you are out in the field.”
The driver started up the water truck, and trustee brenda continued, “Stay in formation,” she said. “Just turn around slowly as the water hits you.” Then she added with a deep chuckle, “… and you might want to close your eyes.”
The water truck was now backing up slowly in front of the sluts’ formation. When it stopped, trustees brenda and yvonne got up onto a small platform on the back and each picked up a large hose. They looked almost like fire hoses, and the nozzles on the end looked like those that firemen used.
The sound of the pump kicking in on the water tank was almost louder than the truck engine as water began spewing out of the hoses. The two trustees swept the hoses back and forth across the sluts. The nozzles were set so that the water stream was a spray rather than a solid stream, but still, several of the sluts yelped or screamed as the extremely cold water hit their skin at high pressure.
Trustee yvonne pointed her nozzle skyward as she pulled back on the lever, causing the spray to become a stream before shutting off. Trustee brenda, however, kept her hose pointed at the sluts as she shut it off. The forceful stream of water hit slut marcie squarely in the back. The stream only lasted a second at most, but it drove slut marcie forward and nearly knocked her off her feet.
“She did that on purpose,” slut jj said angrily, but became quiet when slut marcie looked at her and slightly shook her head, indicating that she should remain quiet. Some of the other sluts were also making comments, but they, too, fell silent when trustee brenda yelled out, “Quiet in the ranks!”
Trustee yvonne then commanded, “About face!” from behind them, and the twenty-nine sluts turned around to face her. She was standing next to the strange-looking roller which the two drivers had evidently moved off the truck.
“This is our trail compactor,” she explained. “It is slut-powered. You sluts will be picking up those metal trace bars that stick out of the center yoke.”
The two men pulled it slightly forward and then walked over to the water truck to get one of the hoses. “Right now,” trustee yvonne continued, “it is very light because there is no water in the roller. We are only going to fill the roller one-fourth full today because you sluts are in terrible shape and probably couldn’t move it if it were full.”
“Listen up, sluts,” trustee brenda shouted from behind them. “I want everyone except sluts paula and powers and sluts marcie and jj to fill in the positions in front of the crosspieces. There should be four on each side, and everyone but slut ellen should be with their bunk mate.”
Twenty-five of the sluts walked over to the strange yoke and took up positions in the wooden structure so that they could push on the metal bars to pull it forward.
“Nice try, sluts,” trustee brenda said sarcastically. “Nice try… but wrong. You don’t pull this roller. You PUSH it. So… turn around!”
Trustee brenda walked over to stand next to the huge roller. “Now rearrange yourselves so that you have the front positions filled in.”
The sluts moved around so that the first six rows were filled in. Slut ellen was standing by herself in the seventh row.
“Don’t worry, slut ellen,” trustee brenda said with mock sweetness, “I’m sure that some of these other sluts will be going home before the week is through, and you can move up into their place.
There was a large space between the seventh and eighth rows. The massive beam which formed the center of the yoke extended another eight or ten feet to that one, last, smaller crosspiece.
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