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Subject: {ASSM} Part 1 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair (MF, FF, Bd)
Date: Fri,  5 Jul 2002 23:10:03 -0400
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Due to a number of requests, the first three segments of this
story are being reposted.

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 1 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair
Repost
by Zebulon

                      *   *   *   *   *

THE TRAINING OF JEANNIE AND CLAIR
by Zebulon

                      *   *   *   *   *

     Almost as soon as Jeannie realized something was
wrong, she found herself hanging helplessly on the arm of
the stranger.  She had gotten off work and was hurrying
to make the last bus when he stepped up, cleared his
throat to get her attention, and then sprayed something
into her face.  Even as she tried to scream and turn to
run she found her voice frozen and her legs collapsing. 
He caught her before she hit the ground.  While her
consciousness was fading into oblivion, she was aware of
the feel of the man's arm under her breasts.  He had
reached around from behind to hold her up.  Her feet
scraped lightly across the asphalt of the parking lot as
he half carried and half dragged her away.  The last
thing she would remember was Brenda's voice getting
louder saying, "Oh my God, what happened . . . ."

     What happened next was that the man turned toward
the rapidly approaching girl and said in a quiet,
concerned voice, "she just collapsed--quick, help me get
her inside."  Then as Brenda leaned in for a closer look
he lifted the aerosol can with his free hand and sprayed
her as he had Jeannie.  Brenda looked up in confusion and
almost instantly began to loose her footing as
understanding and fear washed over her.  The man quickly
pocketed the can and just managed the catch the second
girl before she fell.  He was again moving toward the
dark van in the corner of the lot, but this time with a
girl in each arm.  Fortunately for him, both girls were
fairly small.  While he was quite strong, he was not
overly tall and wouldn't have been able to move quickly
if the girls had been much bigger.  But luck remained
with him and he managed to reach the van and deposit the
two girls in back without being noticed.

     The man quickly jostled his two charges into the
dark interior of the van, climbed in behind them and
closed the door.  Moving dexterously he laid the girls on
their backs, crammed rubber ball gags into their mouths,
and buckled the gags behind the girls' heads.  He turned
to Jeannie and affixed tight cuffs on each of her ankles. 
The cuffs resembled thick, heavy watch straps with cloth
inner surfaces, a Velcro middle layer which bound the
cuff tightly to the ankle, and an outermost strap that
wound around the two inner layers and was adjusted to
lock and render the whole business unremovable.  This
created a tight bond which wouldn't come lose but which
wouldn't damage the skin no matter how much a girl
struggled.  Each cuff had a small thick D-ring set in its
side.  He clipped the two D-rings together with a small
lock.  He then rolled Jeannie over, pulled her arms
behind her and did the same with her wrists.  He trussed
the second girl in the same manner.

     There were two thick cords stretched across the van
at floor level.  They were set about four feet apart and
were tightly anchored to the van's side walls.  Each cord
had a small loop knotted in its center.  The effect was
to create two cord loops directly down the center of the
van.  A large thick throw rug had been placed underneath. 
The man pulled Jeannie to the center of this rug and,
using short lengths of chain, attached her hand cuffs to
one loop and her ankle cuffs to the other.  He then
turned her on her side and pulled the Brenda over so that
they were back to back and head to foot.  He bound her
identically.  Brenda's wrists were linked with Jeannie's
ankles and vice versa.  Trussed that way, even if they
were to awake, they wouldn't go anywhere and wouldn't be
able to hurt themselves.  The man did the job with calm
efficiency.  The entire process took only a couple of
minutes.  He then removed a thick piece of cardboard
which had been taped over the Van's rear window and
checked his partner who was parked in a similar van on
the other side of the lot.

     The partner had watched the abduction of the two
girls.  Had seen the first taken without incident.  Then
the second suddenly appeared.  He had cursed quietly and
started to get out of the van to help when the situation
resolved itself almost as quickly as it had developed. 
'Well done,' he thought, and then, on the heels of that
thought, "what the hell are we going to do with the
extra?"  He didn't have long to ponder.  Within minutes
his own target appeared at the service door of the
restaurant.  This was Clair, the tall redhead, and there
was certainly no mistaking her.  She had been the only
girl on duty with hair anywhere near that color.  But
rather than head to a car she moved to a corner of the
building and stood waiting.  'Just great,' he thought to
himself, 'she's expecting a ride.'  He considered whether
to wait and follow her or to make a grab for her now. 
'What the hell,' he thought.  So he started the van and
drove up.

     "Excuse me miss," he said leaning out the window as
he pulled to a stop, "can you show me where I am on this
map?"  He held up the map and tried to look puzzled. 
Clair had stepped warily back from the van as it pull up,
but the man inside had a nice smile and his voice was
warm and pleasant.  Then she recognized him as a customer
who had left less than a half hour ago.  'Poor thing,'
she thought, 'have you been sitting here in the parking
lot all this time trying to figure out that map?"  As she
stepped over to look, his arm shot around her neck and
pulled her face into the open window where she received a
dose of aerosol.  She jerked furiously for a long moment
and then went limp against the van's door.

     Just then they were hit with the headlights of an
approaching car.  Glancing up he saw a small red
convertible with a head full of blond hair at the wheel. 
He quickly leaned out and brought his other arm down.  He
grabbed Clair around the back and under one arm, lifted
her face with his other hand and cradling her head,
kissed her.

     It might have worked, even given the laxness of her
body, had it not been for the fact that the approaching
car was the ride Clair had been expecting.

     Clair's roommate, Susan, was running a little late,
but she had made up some time by bending most of the
traffic laws along the way.  She was only a few minutes
behind schedule.  Clair hated to wait in the open,
especially late at night, and Susan could certainly
appreciate that.  So at first she was just startled to
see Clair kissing the man in the van.  Her surprise
quickly turned to horror as she realized her friend was
hanging there limply.

     Susan panicked and did exactly the wrong thing.  She
might have driven off without arousing the abductor's
suspicion--getting his license number and reporting it to
the police.  Instead she drove quickly up and slamming on
the breaks jumped out of her car and tried to yank her
friend away from the kidnapper.  Something in the back of
her mind told her the man would be frightened off by
being discovered.  But no sooner had she grabbed her
friend and started to yank than a man came up from
behind, reached an arm around her own waist, and sprayed
her like the other three.  Within seconds the blond and
the redhead had been deposited into the back of the
second van.

     The two men quickly looked around.  It was late. 
The squeal of the breaks and other commotion didn't seem
to have attracted anyone's attention.  The first man
calmly parked the little red car and moments later both
vans had driven off into the night.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     Jeannie had really mixed feelings about her job, she
hated most of the customers, but loved the money.  She
was a night waitress at Boobies, a sleazy little sports
bar that mostly sported well stacked waitresses in skimpy
outfits.  The place featured one oversized theater style
TV, constantly tuned to sporting events and about thirty
of the most well-built young women that could be found in
the area.  Most of the staff, like Jeannie, were
basically good girls with nice faces and great bodies who
were willing to sell themselves a little to finance
something else in their lives--but unwilling to sell
themselves a lot by becoming hookers.  The base salary
was only fair, but the tips were fabulous as long as you
flirted with the customers and didn't fuss about an
occasional feel.  And Jeannie was willing to put up with
that as long as the customers paid well and it didn't go
too far.  In fact, she had become quite an expert at
extracting extravagant tips and keeping things under
control.

     Jeannie was finishing college and had no idea what
she wanted to do with her life.  She was going to
graduate in four weeks and had vague plans to spend the
summer working full-time at Boobies to hoard as much cash
as she could.  She was thinking about spending a year
hiking across Europe.  Everything disappointed her--her
classes, her job, her hobbies, her life.  Perhaps some
day she would figure out what she wanted.  And who knows,
she might even think about marriage and children. 
Someday.  But that particular mundane fantasy held no
interest for her at present.

     For now it was just smile, joke, endure an
occasional grab, and do a lot of rapid skipping out of
the way.  She had lost count of the number of times she
had been propositioned by customers, but it had to have
averaged two or three times a night.

     Jeannie was stunning, even by Boobies standards. 
She was slightly less than average height--perhaps five
foot five.  She had lovely tanned skin, long brown hair,
and a radiant smile.  A truly beautiful face which looked
like it belonged in a fashion magazine.  And one of the
best bodies on the staff.  Full breasts, but not
exaggerated; womanly hips, but not overly wide.  A slim
build and two of the most remarkable legs you might ever
see.  In another city she might have been discovered by
an ad agency and be working as a model--but there were no
modeling agencies in this city, so she ended up at
Boobies.

     And there were two more things about Jeannie. 
Personal little secrets which added spice to her work and
made her waitressing position at Boobies more endurable. 
Jeannie had a mild attraction to other women.  It wasn't
anything overt--she had first noticed it in the showers
of gym class in junior high school.  She preferred men--
or at least told herself that she did--and had never
actually been intimate with another woman.  She just got
a mild erotic pleasure from looking at other girls.  She
went so far as to admit to herself that she was as much a
voyeur as most of the men who frequented Boobies.  She
especially enjoyed the ready room between shifts as the
day girls were changing out of their outfits and the
night shift was getting into them.  Her other little
secret was that she was turned on by powerful and
dominant people.  And both the cowboy owner of Boobies
and the butch operations manager were strikingly dominant
individuals.  Again, nothing ever happened, she simply
got a mild erotic thrill when one or the other of these
two would bark an order at her or one of the other girls. 
And while she wasn't fond of the crude, groping patrons,
she was otherwise at least content with the position.

     Jeannie didn't bother to second guess or worry about
her fetishes.  They were what they were and as long as
she didn't do anything about them, they didn't violate
her middle-class conscience.  She had a vague feeling
that they would fade away as she got older and eventually
figured out how she wanted to spend her life.  And she
very well might have gotten on with her year of travel
and her long-term family plans.  Except that on a certain
otherwise ordinary night a certain not so ordinary
stranger drifted in and took a seat at the bar.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     

     The Trainer was one of the most intriguing and
mysterious agents of "the Mart," the largest white slave
ring in the world.  The world is a big complicated place
and there were lots of individuals with vast wealth and
unusual appetites.  Where poor perverts might become
serial rapists or mass murderers, the existence of the
Mart gave the obscenely rich ones access to anything from
a single anonymous victim to a stable of highly trained
sexual slaves.

     That's where the Trainer came in.  He was one of a
very few well-financed individuals who had nothing to do
but to quietly arrange for the abduction beautiful young
girls whom they would train for the specific requirements
of various buyers.  When there were no custom orders to
work on, a trainer might capture a girl for his own
pleasure and then sell her at auction when he got bored
or busy with something else.  The after-expense
commission for a custom trained girl was about five times
the profit of a girl sold at auction, so naturally a
trainer preferred working on custom orders.

     This particular trainer also found the custom jobs
more interesting.  As he had gotten more experienced he
began to find simple contracts deadly dull.  He found
himself looking for challenges.  As his reputation had
grown, he was specifically requested more and more often. 
He found himself with a great many options.  And of
course, his commission increased dramatically, both with
the difficulty of the assignments and with the simple
fact that he commanded more money.  The contract he was
working on now would pay him exceptionally well for each
girl--and the contract was for two.

     The basic principles of the Mart were simple: Supply
and Demand and Absolute Secrecy.  Anyone who did business
with the Mart was obligated to keep its secrets--failure
to do so meant that someone would stop breathing.  There
were special agents retained and occasionally employed to
enforce this policy.

     As he sat at the Boobies bar and surveyed the local
talent, the Trainer was working on a contract which
called for a tall submissive redhead coupled with a
smaller dominatrix brunette.  He took special note of the
fiery redhead who was working at the bar.  As she came up
to take his order, he read her name tag--'Clair.'  He
smiled at her and she smiled back.  He noted good teeth,
large breasts, a very womanly build without any fat.  As
he chatted with her he decided she had a perfectly sweet
personality.  She didn't strike him as a natural
submissive, but was hardly a dominant and would probably
train without too much difficulty.  As she walked away to
prepare his drink he noted fine legs, a beautiful rear,
and a very sexy walk.  When she brought him his order he
stood up when paying for it and noted that she was almost
as tall as he--call her five foot ten or eleven.  'O.K.,
a tall submissive redhead,' he thought as he turned
around on the bar stool and surveyed the rest of the
establishment.  It took only a few minutes before he
spotted Jeannie.

     He took his drink over to one of Jeannie's tables
and positioned himself to be able to see the two girls
together.  He wanted to get some idea how they might look
as a set.  That was always the problem with these joint
contracts.  He'd sometimes recruited two girls from
separate locations who just didn't seem to fit together
once they'd been recruited.  He was still willing to
recruit them that way, if he couldn't find an appropriate
pair in the same place, but he much preferred see his
recruits together first.  The Trainer was an artist, a
perfectionist, and took great pride in his handiwork. 
He'd once had to obtain six different girls before
hitting on a combination he liked.  All of which drove up
overhead, delay, and possible dangers.  He had already
identified three potential redheads and seven likely
brunettes on this current contract but was checking out a
few more places before making any final decisions.  When
he found these two he stopped looking.

     Jeannie walked up, smiled winningly and asked if she
could be of help.  He put in an order from the large menu
over the bar and paid careful attention to these two
stunning women in juxtaposition.  He liked what he saw. 
Over the course of the next half hour he studied the rest
of the girls and observed Jeannie and Clair whenever they
were both in his line of sight.  He also took a measure
of Jeannie's personality and decided that she was
probably more submissive than dominant.  That might mean
more work.  But there was something else in her
personality which he couldn't quite put his finger on. 
It suggested all kinds of hidden potential.

     By the time he had finished his meal he had made up
his mind.

     One week later he returned with two recruiters.  The
first was a younger man, in his late 20's.  He was of
middle height and his hobby was body building.  While he
didn't go in for an exaggerated physique, he was well
built and exceptionally strong.  The second was a
somewhat older, in his late 30's.  He was taller and also
had considerable physical strength.  Both wore
nondescript clothes, and both wore minor disguises.  A
fake mustache and neck tattoo for the one and a fake
beard and large mole for the other.  The most important
elements of their disguises were the tattoo and mole. 
People who might later try to describe them would
remember the tattoo and mole with great detail but
wouldn't have much to say about the rest of their faces. 
Both had dyed their hair with a product which would
easily and quickly wash out.  In a matter of minutes they
could radically alter their appearance, if the need
arose.

     These companions were special agents of the Mart. 
They were the muscle brought in to do the actual
abducting.  They would obtain two sets of fake I.D. from
their home city (where they never did any recruiting),
and using disguises and the first I.D.s take separate
flights to two widely different transfer stations.  There
they would put on new disguises and using the second
I.D.s, obtain round-trip tickets on flights to the city
where the recruitment was to take place.  Using this same
second set of I.D.s they would arrange for hotel, rental
vehicles, and whatever else was necessary.  Once the job
was completed and they had returned to the transfer
cities, again change disguises, and use their first sets
of I.D. to return home.

     At home they would take pains to destroy all of the
evidence associated with their trip.  In eight years of
working together, they had never been caught, nor even
suspected.  There was no criminal record on either one of
them under any name.  They were highly professional and
highly paid and always completed their assignments.  They
had a perfect track record and were on high demand for
that reason.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     The Trainer had put in a call to arrange for the
recruiters the same night he had first spotted Clair and
Jeannie, but he waited a week in the hope that both girls
would again be working on the same shift.  Almost as soon
as he had entered the establishment he was rewarded to
find they were.  The girls were there and looking as sexy
as he had remembered them.  He studied them briefly to
confirm his decision that these were the two he wanted. 
It didn't take him long to satisfy himself that they
were.  So he led his companions to a table away from the
two targets where he could point them but where they
would remain unnoticed.  And indeed, neither Clair nor
Jeannie recognized him from the week before, nor would
either of them have cared if they had.

     The recruiters sat impassively as the Trainer
fingered the two girls.  They had already been shown the
location of the safe house far outside of town which the
Trainer was using as his base of operations.  Once the
two recruiters were sure of their targets, the Trainer
left to return to the safe house and wait.  The two
agents sat quietly, drank coke, and waited for the shift
to end.  After a couple of hours, when it started getting
close to closing time, the recruiters paid their bills
and left to sit in the rental vans they had obtained for
this project.  If all went well, they might be able to
pick up both girls in the Boobies parking lot.  If not,
they might have to follow one or both of them home.  It
was an unusual and difficult assignment, this double
abduction.  It was an assignment for which they would be
especially well paid once they had brought it off.

     They thought they were prepared for all
contingencies.  But they were hardly prepared for what
had actually came to pass.  So after they had left
Boobies far enough behind, the first driver pulled over
to truss his charges as the other two had been
constrained.  Then the talked it over briefly with his
partner and decided what to do about the extra girls. 
The choice was to either bring all four girls to the
Trainer or to try to get rid of the extra two first. 
Getting rid of them either meant turning them loose or
killing them.  None of the three options were appealing
and in any case their reputation for perfection was now
history.

     They quickly agreed it would be best to let the
Trainer decide how to deal with the problem.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     Almost five hours after he had left Boobies, the
Trainer saw the lights of the two vans coming up the
country road toward the farm house.  He smiled with
approval.  Both vans were driving at a respectable speed
to attract no unwanted attention, and they were spaced
far enough apart to cause no one to connect them.  They
were different models and had been rented from separate
agencies.

     Within a few minutes the first pulled up and was
directed by the Trainer into the barn which stood a short
distance from the house.  It was the seclusion of the
property which had attracted his employers to this
particular piece of real estate.  Almost at once, the
Trainer sensed that something was not quite right.  The
driver of the van had shot him a troubled look as he
drove past into the barn.  The Trainer had followed the
van and walked up to the driver as he exited the vehicle.

     "Well?," asked the Trainer, questioningly.

     "Hang on a minute, and you'll see," was the cryptic
response.

     Two minutes later the second van pulled up.  Its
driver stepped out shaking his head and asked the first,
"did you tell him?"

     "Not yet," was the reply, "I wanted him to see for
himself."

     "See what," the Trainer asked with only mild
concern.  The attitude of the two agents suggested that
something had gone amiss, but that nothing was horribly
wrong.

     The first driver led the Trainer to the rear of his
van and opened the door.  Inside were two bound girls,
Clair plus a companion blond, but no Jeannie.  Clair was
still wearing her Boobies outfit.  The other was dressed
in everyday clothes.

     The Trainer surveyed the two and merely asked, "no
brunette?"

     In response the second driver walked to his van had
opened the door to reveal another two girls--Jeannie and
a second brunette.  All of the girls were still
unconscious.

     "Four girls?" the Trainer said bemused, and then
burst into a fit of laughter.  "Don't tell me, I don't
even want to know."

     The two recruiters were both relieved and
embarrassed at the Trainer's reaction.  Relieved since
the Trainer was obviously unconcerned about the extra
girls, but embarrassed since this was the first
assignment in their careers which had gone this far awry.

     The recruiter stopped laughing and reassured them. 
"Don't worry, I'm sure it happens to the best of you. 
Please bring them this way."  'This way,' turned out to
be a large underground facility, roughly twice the size
of the large barn which sat directly over it.  There was
a hidden door which permitted access.  The recruiters
laid the four girls out side-by-side on the main room of
the underground shelter.  Each was still restrained, but
they were no longer linked to each other.

     "How long until they wake?," the Trainer asked.

     The second driver looked at his watch and looked
down at the girls.  "We've laid them out in the order
they were taken," he said indicating from left to right,
Jeannie, the other brunette, Clair, and the blond.  "The
first should wake in about 30 minutes, the last in about
40."

     "What did you use," the Trainer asked.

     The first driver pulled out a spray can and showed
him.

     "Good, they'll be groggy and weak for a good fifteen
minutes after they wake."  Then he looked up and asked,
"When are your flights out?"

     "He's first," said the second driver, "tomorrow in
the late afternoon.  If you need a hand, we'll be happy
to stay and help."  They would have been happy to do
anything to minimize the Trainer's potential ire at being
saddled with the extra girls.  They expected to pay a
heavy penalty for having muffed the assignment and were
even prepared to receive nothing for this particular job. 
Their major hope was that the Trainer wouldn't trash
their reputation with the Mart.

     The Trainer considered all of the implications
behind that request.  "Perhaps," he suggested, "but first
go ahead and clean yourselves up and get a drink while I
make the preliminary arrangements here."  He paused to
think for a moment, and then added, "I'm sure we can find
some appropriate accommodation for this situation.  We
certainly wouldn't want anything to get out which might
reflect badly on you."  Then he smiled warmly at the two
and infused them both with a tremendous sense of relief. 
He pointed them toward a bathroom and the kitchen which
sat off of the main room.

     Everything was going to be O.K. at least for the two
agents of the Mart.

                      *   *   *   *   *

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