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Subject: {ASSM} Part 10 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair (MF, FF, Bond)
Date: Mon,  1 Jul 2002 13:10:03 -0400
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This is a work of fiction in 11 parts.  No reference to real persons 
is intended.  It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery 
and language.  If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it.
          
Feedback is welcome.  Zebulon@canadamail.de

(MF, FF, Bond)

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Part 10 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair
by Zebulon

                      *   *   *   *   *

     The next morning, before they left the compound,
Master Rex had laid out a large breakfast.  It was the
first time he'd prepared food in weeks.

     Afterward he had them bring their bags to the main
room.  He carried only a small valise. 

     Walking to one of the large mirrors, he pushed it in
a peculiar manner.  It slid out and sideways to reveal a
stair case.  They walked upstairs and through a large
trap door to the floor of the barn.  There they found a
laconic gentlemen with a set of keys and a luxury mini
van to which the keys fit.  Master Rex introduced
Mistress Jeannie to the man who ran the property for the
Mart.  "Howdy," was all he had to say.

     "The clean up crew will be arriving later today,"
Master Rex, informed.

     The man nodded.

     "No other messages before we leave?

     "Nope."

     "Well, have a good one."

     "You, too."

     And that was it, the man hadn't said a half-dozen
words.  They packed themselves into the spacious van and
with Master Rex driving, took off.

     As soon as they were moving, the Trainer said, "on
the road it's first names only--Susan, Clair, Jeannie,
and Rex, understood?

     "Yes, Master."

     "Yes, Master."

     "Yes, Master Rex."

     Grinning, he slammed on the breaks and looked around
at them.

     "Yes, Rex."

     "Yes, Rex."

     "Yes, Rex."

     One of the first things Jeannie and Clair noticed
was, no gas station.

     Jeannie Smiled.

     So did Clair.

     After a couple of minutes on the access road and
twenty minutes on the highway they turned off on a small
side road.  A half mile down they came to a convenience
store.  They stopped.  Rex turned around and handed each
girl an envelope which contained a $100 bill and four
quarters.  He then unlocked the van's doors and
announced, "Anyone who want's out, please get out now."

     The three girls stared at him.

     "I'm not kidding, this is your one and only chance
to bail out.  If you don't get out now, you are
obligating yourself willingly to your new life style and
all that entails."

     He waited.

     No one said anything.

     No one moved.

     "O.K., I'm going to make a little bathroom stop. 
You think it over.  When I get back I'm going on with
whomever is left in the van.  Got it?"  He stared at them
and waited for a response.

     Jeannie answered first, "Yes, Rex, I understand."

     "Yes, Rex."

     "I understand, Rex."

     He got out of the van and walked slowly into the
store.  Ten minutes later he walked back.  No one had
moved; Clair and Susan had hardly breathed.

     "O.K. then," he announced, let's go--I've got a
special little treat in store for you.  In the mean time
he passed out fake I.D. for each of them.  Clair
Chambers, Jeannie Joseph, and Rex and Susan Russell,
husband and wife.

     Three hours later they were in another city.  Rex
pulled out a sheet of paper and following the directions
found a small abandoned warehouse.  As he pulled up a
young man stepped out and Rex identified himself.  The
man walked to the warehouse door and opened it.  They
drove in.

     Inside the dark structure there was an 18-wheeler.

     "Come with me girls," I've got something to show
you.

     The walked up the to first trailer and a side door
swung open.  A large man, dressed like a Texan, with a
large hat and an even larger grin jumped down.  "Dell,
you old bastard!  I haven't seen you since Berlin.  How
the hell have you been?"  He paused for a moment to yell
something over his shoulder at the young man who nodded
and walked around the rig in response.

     'Dell equals D,' thought Jeannie, '4 out of 18. 
That was fourteen names ago.  He probably dates back
about ten years.'

     They big man turned back and asked again, "so how'r
they hanging ol' buddy."

     "Just fine, Andy," said Rex, "has it really been
four years."

     'Oh well,' thought Jeannie.

     "Five, you swine, but whose counting."

     'Humph,' Jeannie thought to herself.

     "Listen, Andy, I'd love to catch up, but we've got a
long trip ahead of us and we're kind a short on minutes."

     "Another time then, fellah.  Be my guest. . .,"  and
with a sweeping gesture he indicated that they were
welcome to enter.  The young man had set up a step stool
to provide easy access to the door.

     "As they entered they found that the central feature
was a large table bolted down to the floor of the
trailer.  And the central feature of the table was a
well-built, naked woman with ash blond hair.  She
appeared to be in her middle twenties and might have been
stunning, but it was a little hard to tell since she was
wearing a gag, nipple clamps, an anal plug, and an
electric dildo.  There was also a large uncomfortable
looking set of straps which crushed the woman's body down
into the platform in a number of places--three on each
leg, two on each arm, one around the forehead, a looser
one around the neck, one under the armpits, one under the
tits, and one across the belly.  The woman's eyes were
wide with tears and terror and she looked miserably
uncomfortable.

     All three girls looked blankly at her, not knowing
how they were expected to respond.

     Rex walked over and motioned the three girls to
follow.  He unstrapped and removed her gag.  As it came
off the girls realized that it was shaped like a short
fat penis on the inside.  It was like having a dick
crammed constantly down her throat.  She started
screaming as soon as the gag came out.  Rex struck her
forcefully across the face.  She stopped screaming and
started whimpering.

     "What is your name," Rex asked conversationally.

     The woman looked wildly at the three girls and then,
sensing that no help was coming from that quarter,
answered plaintively, "Terri . . . Terri Lancing."

     "And why are you here."

     "I . . . I ran away from my Mistress."

     "And how long were you loose before they picked you
up again."

     "Four days."

     Rex slapped her across the face again--not quite as
hard this time, "how long?"

     "Three days and four nights."

     "And what happened while you were out."

     The girl started to howl.

     Rex raised his hand again slowly, and she suddenly
blurted out, "I tried to tell the police what had
happened but they wouldn't believe me.  They only
believed part of what I said, but they thought I was
hysterical and they wouldn't do anything.  They took a
report and sent me home.  So I ran away."  She paused as
if waiting to see if that answer was sufficient.

     "And you managed to hide for a day and a half before
you were collected again right?"

     "Y . . . Yes."

     "And you know what's going to happen to you now,
don't you?"

     The girl starting howling again.  This time, Rex
merely replaced her gag.

     As they returned to the van, Andy gave Rex a bear
hug and promised they would get together in the near
future.

     "You got a long haul?" Rex asked before departing.

     "Yeah," Andy, replied.  "She made it all the way
from Tampa before we caught up with her, and old lady
Turdwell is just hopping."

     "Turdwell?, you mean Turrell?"

     "Yeah, well, Turd-well if you've ever had to deal
with her.  She's just itching to get the bitch back."

     "I thought Mistress Turrell died years ago."

     "Actually, if you take a close look at her, you'll
see she did."

     They both laughed and went their separate ways.

     Back on the road no one spoke for a long time.  Rex
let the lesson percolate.  He didn't feel it necessary to
explain further.

     They spent the rest of the day traveling and were
close to the Canadian boarder by nightfall.  They checked
into a little roadside motel, had dinner at a small
diner, and settled in for the night.

     Jeannie and Clair didn't speak much.  The were both
uncertain about the conventions of being on the road. 
They were actually eager to get to their new home and
reestablish the relationship with which the had grown to
feel comfortable.

     Susan sat expectantly on the edge of the hotel bed
and wondered if 'Rex' were going to restrain her now that
they were in private.  Being registered into a motel as
Rex's wife sent palpitations through her.  After the last
couple of months, this was almost like really being
married.  But Rex laughed good-naturedly when she
explained what she was wondering about.  He kissed her
and told her to get ready for bed, calling her 'wifey,'
and said he was going to take a little walk and would
return in plenty of time to fulfill his 'husbandly
duties.'

     She giggled and began getting ready.

     He stepped out on the porch and started to walk. 
Just a little exercise before bed; he was stiff from the
day's drive.  He hadn't gotten far when Jeannie came
running up to join him.

     "I heard your door close and guessed what you were
up to."

     "You're getting quite good at guessing," he said. 
"You'll make a damn fine Mistress."

     She smiled and asked, "That business this morning at
the store.  The hundred dollars and the quarters."

     "Yes?"  He was smiling.

     "That was fake, wasn't it?"

     "Of course."

     "Can I ask how?"

     "The store is operated by the Mart.  The three
phones in the place wouldn't have connected you to
anything--not while we were there.  There were two
snipers with silencers ready if someone had really
attempted to quit."  He looked at her.  "Is that what you
wanted to know?"

     "Uh-huh.  And the girl in the truck?"

     "She was real enough.  I listened to your bathtub
conversation with Clair."

     "I figured you had."  She smiled at him.

     "I knew you would."  He smiled back.  "Anyway, I
thought it wouldn't hurt your authority to reinforce your
explanations to Clair--just so she'd never question them
in the future.

     "But how did you arrange . . ."

     "I didn't.  I just put in a call to the Mart and
told them to inform me if anything like this turned up in
our neck of the woods.  That's one reason we left when we
did.  I might have waited another week or so before
giving up on the idea.  We almost left earlier and
traveled a full day south to see her before returning
north.  Fortunately, Andy had another little job in the
rear trailer and was coming north to drop her off before
heading out to Florida."

     They walked the rest of the way in silence.

     The next day they checked out early.

     They were at an airport in Canada with their new
fake I.D.'s that afternoon.

     They were on an international flight bound for
Munich that evening.

     They were on a Train headed for Turkey the following
evening.

     They were picked up at a train station by a group of
rough looking men and arrived exhausted at a magnificent
chateau in the wee hours of the night.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     The next morning they all slept late.  At lunch Rex
informed Jeannie and Clair that they were back on the old
footing.  Jeannie was again Mistress Jeannie and was now
the official agent of the Mart stationed in the Chateau. 
She would meet the owner that evening.  She should
prepare Clair and be ready for formal introductions.  She
would find everything she needed in her new suite of
rooms within the Chateau.

     "You mean that whole set of rooms where we stayed
last night . . ."

     "Are yours," Rex confirmed, "in fact, that whole
wing of the Chateau is yours."

     Susan looked at him questioningly.  "You are still
my wife, Susan, until we arrive at our final destination. 
But first, he said removing two sets of tickets from his
pocket, "we are going on a nice long Mediterranean cruise
together."

     Susan looked like she was about to orgasm over
lunch.

     Rex then said, "Mistress Jeannie."

     "Yes, Master Rex?"

     "Just Rex, You're home, but I'm still on the road."

     "O.K., Rex."

     "Why don't you have Clair and Susan go wash each
other up and do an inventory of your suites?  That way
you'll know what's there and what you still need to ask
for."

     Mistress Jeannie looked at Rex and guessed that
there was something deeper to his suggestion, he wanted
time alone with her.

     "Clair, Susan."

     "Yes, Mistress?" they replied almost in unison.

     "Go."

     They went.

     After they were out of earshot she said, "O.K., Rex. 
What's on your mind."

     "Just some last minute information and advice."

     She waited and looked at him.

     "Remember that history of the Mart, I had you
memorize?"

     "Yeeaahh," she replied, suspecting he was about to
let her in on a deeper meaning.

     "It was all nonsense, of course."

     "I had wondered if that might be the case."

     "Smart girl.  All that's important are the dates--
not the years, just the months and days."  He paused,
watching her, waiting to see if she'd make the
connection.

     "Phone numbers?"

     "Exactly."  He was quite pleased with her mental
quickness and how well she had turned out.  "Every time
you remember a reference to Master Bland in the history
it's a new number.  There are three buried in the story. 
The first is in Switzerland, the second in Hong Kong, and
the third in Mexico.  They are all toll free.  In each
case you will be connected with an international book
exchange--a cover for the Mart.  These are open lines so
don't say anything.  Just order something, anything and
leave your name, phone, and location.  They will ask for
your customer number.  Do you remember Mistress Bluejay?"

     "Yes."

     "That's you.  The numbers following her story are
your customer number.  Someone will get back in touch
with you.  If it's a real emergency tell them it's a rush
order.  Otherwise, you will be contacted regularly once a
month or so by an agent of the Mart, just to check in, to
keep tabs on you, to see if you need anything.  You'll
normally only use those numbers because your owner wants
to order some additional goodies or services, but you
might also need it if an emergency should crop up."

     "What kind of emergency?"

     He smiled very broadly at her, "I don't know. 
That's what makes them emergencies."

     There was a long reflective pause on both sides.

     "Anything else?" she asked.

     "Just this," he said.  "You didn't come up through
the normal channels.  Don't let that bother or intimidate
you.  Most of all, don't let it get in the way of your
self-confidence.  You are the Mistress of this manor. 
You are an agent of the Mart.  We've talked before about
what that means.  But once I leave, remember that
everything you do at the start will set precedents for
your relationship with your new owner and the rest of his
associates."  He left the rest of the thought
unexpressed--she was a smart girl and would figure it
out.

                      *   *   *   *   *

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--End of Part 10 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair - Zebulon--

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