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Subject: {ASSM} Part 3 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair (MF, FF, Bd)
Date: Sun,  7 Jul 2002 17:10:12 -0400
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Due to a number of requests, the first three segments of this
story are being reposted.  This is the final reposted segment
This 11 part series should now be completely available at ASSTR.

I am considering posting the second novel in this series: 
Blackmailed into Bondage.  If there is sufficient interest on
the part of readers, I will do so.

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 3 - The Training of Jeannie and Clair
Repost
by Zebulon

                      *   *   *   *   *

     As the three men returned, they noticed that Jeannie
and Clair hadn't moved much, but that Brenda had made a
determined effort to slither out of the room.  She seemed
to have been trying to head for the kitchen.  'Probably
hoping to find a knife,' thought the Trainer.  She had
only succeeded to moving a couple of feet and at that
rate would have taken all night to get where she was
going.  Even then, she probably wouldn't have been able
to find anything to cut her bonds, but the recruiters
admired her attempt and the Trainer was convinced that
this girl would have been a major bitch to train--much
more trouble than she would eventually have been worth. 
Much better to use her as an object lesson and then sell
her off.

     "O.K.," said the Trainer, "pick her up and bring her
over here."  The recruiters came up on either side of
Brenda.  They bent down and each grabbed a shoulder and a
thigh.  They lifted her easily off the floor.

     'Over here' turned out to be a padded restraint
resembling a modified saw horse with a wide flat top. 
They laid her belly down, lengthwise along the top
surface.  The Trainer had positioned the horse so that
Brenda's ass was pointing toward the other girls.

     He moved to the wall and turned down the lights. 
"We must have the proper mood," he informed.

     Turning back to the recruiters he said, "hold her
tightly, please."  He undid the chain which linked her
wrists to her ankles.  Her legs flopped awkwardly
backward and her arms dropped limply down against her
bare back.  Brenda immediately tried to squirm, but her
muscles were sore and the two recruiters were holding her
down with one hand each on a shoulder and one hand each
on a buttock.  Meanwhile the Trainer adjusted the
position of her legs so that she was straddling the
restraint with one knee on each side.  When he unlocked
her ankle cuffs, all Brenda could do was to ineffectually
kick her free leg while the Trainer shackled the other
down by cuffing her ankle to a ring near the bottom leg
of the restraint.  He then captured her free leg and
repeated the process on the other side.  He motioned to
the recruiters to slide her backwards until her ass and
crotch were hanging off of the restraining platform.  All
of her weight was now on her belly, chest and chin, but
she could still move her legs.  That is until the Trainer
buckled her knees against the sides of the platform.  He
then motioned for the recruiters to each grab a wrist
and, reaching up, he undid her wrist chains.  Moving
around to the front of the restraint he took first one
hand and then the other and fastened them to rings near
the bottom front legs on each side of the platform.

     They all stepped back and inspected their work. 
Brenda's was now completely fastened face down across the
top of the restraining platform.  The recruiter leaned
over and removed her ball gag.  What poured out of her
mouth was a string of threats and profanity.

     "Shut up, please," said the Trainer.  And when she
didn't shut, he reached around, picked up a paddle and
gave her several hard whacks across the butt until she
had stopped speaking and was crying instead.  He then
started rubbing her sore ass and said, "there, there, now
that's better, isn't it."

     Brenda turned her head to look away from him and
yelled, "Fuck You!"  Bracing herself for further abuse,
she was surprised when he merely walked over to Jeannie
and Clair.

     Jeannie had been watching the entire process with
trepidation.  She assumed it was going to be her turn
soon.  Clair had again closed her eyes and appeared to be
trying to will herself unconscious.

     The recruiter looked at them and said, "I hope you
are both watching carefully."  Jeannie nodded her head,
looking into his face.  Clair didn't respond, so he
reached down and slapped the outside of her thigh with
considerable force.  Her eyes sprang open.  "You are
going to pay close attention, aren't you."  Clair looked
over at Jeannie who nodded vigorously as if to cue her. 
Clair then looked back over at the Trainer who was
standing over her and nodded in affirmation.

     "Excellent!  Susan, over there, was quite
cooperative and was treated rather well.  Brenda, on the
other hand, is being a royal pain.  I want you both to be
fully aware of what that means."  He turned and started
to walk back and then stopped to look back at Jeannie and
Clair.  "Now take notes--you'll be tested in the
morning."  The recruiters chuckled at the little joke. 
Brenda didn't.

     He walked up behind Brenda, who had been following
him with her eyes and deliberately swatted her with
tremendous force across her rear.  As she cried out he
reached over her and tried to reinsert her ball gag. 
Brenda snapped her teeth shut and moved her head away. 
He signaled to a recruiter who reached over and held her
head still.  He covered her mouth with one hand and
pinched her nose closed with the other.  Brenda squirmed
in a furious attempt to break free, but was having almost
no effect against the four strong male hands.  After a
couple of minutes her face was starting to change color
and her struggles were considerably lessened.  The
recruiter suddenly released her mouth while still holding
her nose.  Brenda opened her mouth widely and gulped in a
great lungful of air.  The recruiter let her draw two
deep breaths and then slammed the rubber ball gag back in
place simultaneously releasing her nose.  As she drew
great ragged breaths through her nose, he rebuckled the
gag behind her head.  And then he turned to the two
recruiters and asked, who would like to go first?

     They looked at each other and then at him and one of
them said motioning toward the girl, "you mean . . ."

     "Of course.  All work and no play will make you dull
jocks."

     The recruiters weren't used to being invited to take
part in the training process.  So the one who had spoken
looked back at his partner who merely shrugged in
response as if to say, 'why not?"  The first one, the
younger one, grinned back at the Trainer and said, "I'll
go first."

     "Fine, go ahead and get undressed and I'll warm her
up for you."  So saying, he reached down between her legs
and, despite her protests, proceeded to expertly massage
her cunt and clitoris until she was fully stimulated and
quite wet.  There was no emotional confusion here, the
Trainer was making no attempt to force her to volunteer
any cooperation.  He was merely getting her hot and wet
against her will.  When he felt she was properly primed,
he stepped back, whacked her bottom with another stinging
whack and invited the now, naked recruiter to plug
himself in.

     The man, who was well hung, in addition to being
well muscled, stepped up and, placing his hands on her
hips, deftly inserted himself into Brenda's glistening
cunt.  Given her state of lubrication he slipped right in
with only a token resistance from her tight twat muscles. 
And as he began to rut away, his balls crashing up
against her fully exposed and well stimulated clit, the
Trainer told the second recruiter to make himself ready
as well.  He noted that the recruiter was standing up on
the balls of his feet because the horse was a little high
for him.  So the Trainer adjusted a crank which lowered
the platform a bit.  When he was satisfied with the
result he stepped back to observe.

     Both Jeannie and Clair were almost hypnotized
watching Brenda's rape.  Their conscious minds were
benumbed by the awfulness of what she was enduring.  But
subconsciously, each was harkening back to the Trainer's
words and they were deciding that they would much rather
be treated like Susan than like Brenda.  The weren't even
aware of the fact that for the past couple of minutes,
the Trainer had been observing them.

     The first recruiter was building up a serious head
of steam and was likely to come fairly soon.  The Trainer
moved around to watch Brenda's face and body.  Her hands
were balled into fists and her toes were curled.  Despite
her resistance, her body was betraying her and responding
to the sexual stimulation with goose bumps, sweating, a
slowing spreading rash across the back of her neck and
shoulders, and the grunting regularity of her breathing. 
Her breasts, which were the largest of the four girls,
were pressed outward off each side of the restraint with
their large brown nipples having crinkled up and engorged
considerably.  The Trainer reached over toward a large
bureau which stood against the wall and, opening a
drawer, withdrew two sinister nipple clamps.  And as the
recruiter approached orgasm he clamped first one and then
the other of Brenda's nipples with crushing force. 
Brenda was screaming into her ball gag as the recruiter
came.  Grunting approval he gave her a couple dozen final
and diminishing thrusts.  As he did so, the recruiter
reached up to a large plastic bucket which stood on top
of the dresser and removed a damp washcloth.

     As the recruiter backed out and away from Brenda,
his spent organ sliding contentedly out of her abused
slit, the Trainer deftly stepped in with the washcloth. 
He swabbed her pussy down and then reached in and
massaged her cunt and clitoris again to another
heightened state of sexual arousal.  By this time, the
pain in Brenda's nipples had merged into a general erotic
assault on her senses and the feelings had become almost
intensely pleasurable.  She hated the recruiter, hated
what was happening to her, and yet was turned on almost
beyond her limits of endurance.  The Trainer stepped away
and invited the second recruiter to take his place. 
Being taller than the first, the Trainer immediately
started adjusting the platform upward.  The second
recruiter's dick was a little longer and a little thinner
than the first.  Brenda was beyond any interest in the
tool with which she was being assaulted.

     Soon after the second rapist's balls were banging
away against her abused clit, Brenda's hands begin to
rhythmically clench and unclench.  The rash on her back
had spread, and it seemed clear to the Trainer that she
would come within a few moments.  Preparing for that
moment he took an anal plug out of his drawer and begin
lubricating it with a special jelly.  Just then Brenda's
body stiffened and she began to breath convulsively.  The
man just kept slamming away into her hot wet slit.  As
soon has her body relaxed a bit and the rhythmic spasming
began, the Trainer motioned for the second recruiter to
back out for a moment.  As he did so, the recruiter
leaned over and pushed the anal plug into Brenda's rear. 
Brenda started at the intrusion but kept spasming and
breathing jerkily through her nose.  The Trainer motioned
and the man stepped up again and continued his assault. 
This time, however, with every forward thrust, in
addition to having his balls slap up against Brenda's
love button, his lower abdomen would press up against the
butt plug shaft.  Within a few minutes the Trainer was
pleased to notice that Brenda's spasms were increasing
rather than decreasing.  The lubricant he had used on the
but plug was laced with an unusual drug which heightened
the sensitivity of mucus membranes.  It was a little like
the muscle salves used by athletes, but instead of
producing the sensation of heat, it increased almost all
physical feelings and caused them to radiate throughout
the treated area.

     Brenda was moaning piteously into her gag.  She had
never experienced a climax like that before.  It was like
a continuous multi-layered orgasm.

     Jeannie was again highly aroused at what she was
seeing.  She glanced up at Clair and noticed that Clair's
attention seemed to be raptly held by sight of the
rapist's bobbing ass.  Jeannie became aware that she was
breathing in sync with Brenda.  Then she noticed the
Trainer was watching her rather than Brenda.  She was
suddenly acutely aware of her own spread legs and the
guilty moisture accumulating there.  She forced her legs
together and looked quickly away, but remembered that the
Trainer and instructed her to pay attention.  So she
looked back to see him smiling and nodding at her.  Her
initial and unthinking impulse was to smile and nod back. 
But the gag and the collar restraint had prevented that. 
So she quickly looked down at Brenda and concentrated on
watching Brenda as the second Recruiter was obviously
approaching an orgasm of his own.  Freed from the
Trainer's gaze, she started thinking that it might not be
a bad idea to respond positively to the stranger as a way
of receiving better treatment in the future.  But by the
time she looked back with the intention of trying to
smile with her eyes and nod the best she could, he was
again studying Brenda.

     Just then, the second recruiter came with a loud
grunt.  Jeannie saw that Brenda had come again as well. 
Her legs were spasming almost uncontrollably.

     "Seconds, anyone?" asked the Trainer when the
recruiter unplugged himself and backed away.  The first
recruiter seemed to consider for a moment.  After
finishing, he had backed away and sat on a chair near the
bureau to witness the ongoing performance.  He looked up
and shook his head.  It was fun, but draining, and he
really wasn't up for another go right away.  The second
recruiter, of course, was in no condition to take him up
on the offer.  "O.K., then let me show you guys another
nifty trick."

     He again reached down between Brenda's legs with the
washcloth as her spasms were just beginning to subside. 
He recleaned and restimulated her.  Jeannie had noticed
that he had draped a cord around his own neck.  When he
was satisfied with her labored groans, he stood up,
dropped his pants, and plunged his own large dick into
her.  Being more of an expert in these things, he was
much more effective than the other two at coordinating
his motions to maximize the stimulation of Brenda's
clitoris and butt plug.  He also had spread some of the
intensifying lubricant on his fingers and reached over to
spread it on Brenda's raw nipples around the clamps.  He
was delighted to see the rash on her back spread still
further and take on a deeper shade.

     He reached up to his shoulders as he continued
pumping, and removed the cord which he had draped there. 
He then leaned forward over Brenda's buttocks and back
and threaded the cord under her chin and around her neck. 
Brenda was drooling all around the ball gag.

     Jeannie andes.Mir couldn't see much from their angle
of vision, but they did hear the amazing collection of
muffled noises Brenda was making.

     The Trainer tied a peculiar knot in the cord behind
her neck, leaving about five inches of slack.  He
unbuckled and removed the ball gag.  Brenda's breath was
coming in tremendous gasps.  She had been orgasming on
and off for almost twenty minutes.  The trainer sensed
that she was coming to the end of her physical endurance. 
Glancing back at Jeannie and Clair--Susan was still fast
asleep--he said through measured breaths of his own, "now
pay, very strict, attention, and, remember, what I, told
you, about, the value, of, cooperation."  He reached down
and picked up the paddle he had used on Brenda's rear and
laid it across her back.  Placing his hands on her sides
he leaned slightly forward, removed the nipple clamps,
and seriously molested her breasts and nipples.

     Brenda's reactions were almost beyond description. 
Her entire body was twitching and convulsing; her hands
no longer grasping were dangling limp; her upper thighs
were rippling between his assaults and their own
contractions.  When he felt she had reached a crescendo
of sensory assault and was on the verge of passing out,
he stopped playing with her breasts and picked up the
paddle.  Threading the handle through the loop of cord at
the back of her neck he began to quickly windmill it
around tightening the cord the way one would tighten the
rubber band on a toy airplane.  And as soon has he had
taken up all of the slack he looked to the two recruiters
and said, "this, can be, one, of, the most, intense,
erotic, experiences, a human, can, experience."  And he
began to further tighten the cord restricting Brenda's
air.  At first she showed little response, beyond the
overwhelming sexual reactions she had displayed to her
various assaults.  But then as her air was almost
completely cut off she began to trash about with an
almost inhuman strength.  Her wrists and ankles which had
become raw in their restraints began to seep blood.  A
wave of terror and physical ecstasy seemed to overwhelm
her and she lifted her head as if to scream, but of
course nothing came out.  This tableau held for what
seemed like a full minute and as it did, the Trainer
redoubled his thrusts and came inside her.

     When Brenda passed out, the Trainer immediately
pulled at the strange knot and the noose unraveled.

     Brenda, started making distinct breathing noises,
but the Trainer covered it with labored pants of his own. 
As far as Jeannie and Clair could tell, Brenda was dead. 
Somewhere in there, Jeannie's responses had changed.  She
was no longer sexually aroused.  The horror of the
situation had taken over and her cunt was completely dry.

     The Trainer stepped back and nodded to the two
recruiters who quickly moved in and carried Brenda, still
tightly bound to the horse, into the kitchen.  The
Trainer was careful to keep his body between Brenda's and
the other girls.  In the dim light and from their angle,
there was no way they could tell she was still very much
alive.

     Jeannie glanced over at Clair and found her staring
blankly back.

     "That is amazingly draining," the Trainer said to no
one in particular.  He then turned to Jeannie and Clair
and said, "I hope that lesson hit home."  The two girls
looked blank with terror.  "Good."  He pulled up his
pants and glanced at a clock on the wall.

     Jeannie followed his gaze and noted the time.  Only
a little over two hours before, they were getting off of
their shift and starting to head home.  They had been
abduced in the parking lot, brought to this place, and
strung up within about an hour.  The abuse of Susan had
taken about 20 minutes.  Then the rape and murder of
Brenda.  'The evening is still young,' she thought with a
horrid foreboding.

     The Trainer said, "I'm going to get cleaned up and
be back in a little while."  He added with a smile, "now
don't start without me."  So saying he turned and
followed Brenda and the recruiters into the kitchen.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     The Trainer closed the door behind him.  Brenda was
still unconscious and the two recruiters were waiting
patiently.  "O.K., gentlemen," he said, "now you can help
me with that little problem of mine."

     The Trainer reached down and removed the butt plug,
tossing it casually aside.  Brenda's anus twitched a
couple of times after it was gone.  He stared down at her
for a few moments as if reflecting on the logistics
involved in delivering her to the buyer.  He shrugged and
said to the recruiters, "unstrap her please and take her
into that room over there."  He walked over to the sink,
dampened a small towel, and then tossed it on Brenda's
back.  "Swab her down with this."  He looked at her
bloody wrists.  "Take special care to clean off the blood
and tape them up.  You'll find some bandage materials in
that bathroom."  He pointed to an adjoining door.  "Then
dress her in one of the traveling outfits in the closet. 
I'm sure you'll find something in her size."  He opened a
drawer and pulled out some restraints.  "Use these too. 
I'm going to shower and change clothes, I'll be right
back."

     The Trainer left the room and the recruiters went to
work on Brenda with quiet efficiency.  She hung limply as
they undid the straps which held in place.  Then they
lifted her body off of the frame and carried her into the
next room.  They laid her on a large bed where the first
recruiter carefully went over her inert body with the
damp cloth and then tended to her wrists.  The second
recruiter looked into the closet and pulled out an
innocuous tan jump suit that looked to be in her size. 
There were assorted undergarments and socks in a drawer
and a selection of tennis shoes.  Brenda started to
regain consciousness as they were finishing.  She found
herself laying on her belly on the bed, a tight collar
around her sore neck and her arms trussed together high
up on her back.  She was too feeble to put up any
resistance and lay quietly as they connected her ankles
with a short restraining chain.  She was wearing a gag
designed more for silence than anything else.  When they
finished they sat her up and waited.

     After another few minutes the Trainer returned.  He
seemed quite relaxed and in good spirits.  He had brought
a map.

     "There is no real rush," he said to the two
recruiters.  Brenda was much subdued and sobbing.  "I
assume that no one saw you collect these girls . . .," he
paused waiting for confirmation.

     The recruiters looked at each other and then the
older one said, "no greater chance than on any other
pick-up."

     "Then there is an excellent chance that no one has
noticed any of these girls missing yet," the Trainer
continued, "so if you move quickly. . ." he left the
thought unfinished and directed their attention to the
map.  "We are here. . . .  What I want you to do is to
take her here as quickly as you can without attracting
attention."  He handed them a slip of paper with an
address.  "It's a funeral home."  The recruiters nodded. 
"Pull into the underground parking lot and look for a man
standing next to a hearse.  I doubt there will be any
chance for a mix-up, but just in case, one of you ask him
if this is the correct road to Paris.  He will tell you
it's the road to Madrid.  Just help fit her into the
coffin and get out."

     At the sound of the word 'coffin' Brenda started to
protest as much as she could.  The Trainer motioned to a
recruiter who pulled out his can of spray and gave her
another shot in the face.  She quickly fell back onto the
bed.  The smaller of the two recruiters lifted her up and
tossed her over his shoulder.  They followed the Trainer
to a back entrance in an unused corner of the compound. 
He opened a hidden door and there was a ladder.  "I'm
sorry for the inconvenience, but I don't want you going
out past the other girls."

     They had no problem in maneuvering Brenda's listless
form up to their waiting vans.

     Two days later the recruiters were home, sitting in
a bar, and commenting on what a swell guy the Trainer
was.  He paid them for one girl who had to be taken
unexpectedly, covered for them completely with the Mart,
and even showed them a swell time before they left.  What
a prince.  They certainly owed him and would enjoy
working with him again in the future.

                      *   *   *   *   *

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