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Subject: {ASSM} Jake No More by Alecia D  (FF, FF/M, BDSM, RP)
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Jake No More

By Alecia D  <aleciad@katie-mcnNOSPAM.com>

(c) Copyright 2002, Alecia D



  Jake Robinson didn't care. He just didn't care at all. 

  He figured a cruise ship would look a lot classier than 
this barge, but fuck it. He didn't give a shit if it was 
the SS Imperious or the Titanic returned from her watery 
grave. He'd go through the motions and after the trip was 
over tell Stacey they were through. Sure, he said they 
could work out their problems on this vacation, but in 
fact, his only real problem was Stacey and he already knew 
what he had to do about her. Divorce was a simple expedient 
and the sooner the better. 
 
  They were only two days into the cruise, but already it 
seemed like a death march. Five more days to go and then it 
was over. Five more uphappy days and then a new life could 
finally begin. 

  Jake was a success and he knew he had a lot better things 
left to do with his life than waste it on a woman like 
Stacey. He was on top now and planned on going a lot 
higher. He was a partner in his law firm and one of the 
most respected attorneys in town. It was time he started 
taking care of number one. Hell yes. He was going to have 
it all and he wanted most of it right now.  He wanted 
things like that hot little blonde babe in the blue string 
bikini, who was walking across the deck toward him. Now 
there was a piece of ass. He'd certainly be getting his 
share of that kind of fluff as soon as Stacey was nothing 
more than a memory. 

  The memory  was lying by the pool next to Jake. It was 
obvious she was unhappy and didn't know what to do. Jake 
said no more than 100 words to her since they left Ottawa. 
Most of those words were critical of one thing or another. 
They were supposed to work on their relationship during the 
cruise, but the vacation seemed no different than the way 
things were back home. She hadn't thought it would really 
be different just because they were on vacation. Not at 
all. They'd been married for ten years and the last seven 
were nothing more than a downhill slide to oblivion. She 
knew that if something was going to change, she had to be 
the one to make it happen. She would have to solve this 
herself without any help from her ego driven husband. 
Stacey knew she had to do it and she thought she had the 
plan. 

  Stacey watched the young blonde girl, too. She watched 
her with a special appreciation. She saw Kelly coming 
toward her and now it would only be a matter of time before 
everything fell into place. 

 ---

  The Imperious was not the type of ship a typical travel 
agent might suggest when one thought of a cruise. Passage 
on this vessel is usually arranged via word of mouth. One 
friend telling another with final arrangements made 
discreetly by letter or phone. Far more staff than 
passengers, of course. Expensive? Certainly, and yet well 
worth it for those who have special needs. 

  The Robinsons started the trip on a low point and things 
got worse from there. They found their luggage already in 
their stateroom when they arrived. A room which was small, 
even by cruise ship standards, but neither one seemed to 
care all that much. Certainly not Jake who only wanted the 
week to quickly pass so his unhappy marriage could all be 
behind him. Certainly not Stacey who had her mind on the 
other things she knew were going to happen while they 
cruised the Caribbean. 

  Stacey set about putting their clothes and personal items 
away as Jake paced the room like a caged tiger. She wished 
him to leave her alone for now and go elsewhere. She was in 
luck. 

  "I'm going to get a drink. I'll be back later." And so 
their vacation started. 

  A drink. He would be back later drunk and hostile. He 
would be in a bad mood. It would be her fault and he'd take 
it out on her again. No, nothing is different. 

  He repeated this pattern several times during their first 
two days on board the ship. Just like the many other times 
during the last months and years. It was time for a change 
and Stacey was willing to do anything to make that change 
happen. 

---

  Stacey met Kelly's eyes briefly as she passed her and 
walked round the pool.  They shared a secret. A secret so 
terrible and so wonderful that Stacey could hardly bring 
herself to think on it. And, yet she had a hard time 
thinking of anything else. 

  Stacey made her decision and was ready to act.  

  She told Jake she was going back to the cabin, and he 
said that he'd head back with her, get changed, and go to 
the bar.  A few minutes after he left, Stacey heard a knock 
at the door. She hoped it was Kelly because she needed to 
talk with someone who would want to hear what she had to 
say. She needed to talk with another woman and she needed 
to do it now. She was ready 

  "Open up, Stacey, it's me, Kelly." 

  Kelly had waited until she saw Jake leave before knocking 
on the door. She shouldn't really be here, but they had a 
few last minute details to take care if the plan was going 
to be a success. 

  "You need to make your decision now, Stacey. We don't 
have a lot of time left. What do you want to do?" 

  Stacey raised her shoulders with a sigh of determination. 
"I'm  ready to start now. In fact I'm more than ready, 
Kelly, and can't wait to change my life forever." 

  "Okay, ask Jake to take you to the bar after dinner and 
slip this pill into his drink as soon as you get a chance." 

  The pill was quite small and innocent looking. Stacey 
already knew that Jake would get drowsy at first and then 
need to sleep. He'd just think he was drunk and want to go 
back to their stateroom to lie down. And wouldn't he be 
surprised when he did. 

---

  It went as planned. 

  Jake took her to the ship's main lounge as soon as she 
said she wanted a drink. She ordered a glass of white wine 
and Jake kept on drinking straight scotch doubles. He was 
already slurring his words, but fortunately, he was not 
being as abusive as usual. Well, thanks for small wonders. 

  "I feel like crap. I'm going back to the cabin to take a 
nap. Are you coming?" He didn't wait for her answer. Jake 
staggered off to the stateroom oblivious to the fact that 
Stacey was not going with him. 

  "Hi, Stacey. Nice job getting rid of Jake. I thought 
you'd never be able to get him to drink that pill and I 
missed you." Kelly sat down and placed a hand on Stacey's 
thigh.  

  "You better watch it, Kelly, people are going to notice 
us." Kelly didn't seem to care if anyone noticed or not. 
She examined the contours of Stacey's well-formed leg as 
she pushed her skirt up even further. She put her other arm 
around Stacey's shoulder and somehow the young girl's 
breast pressed lightly against her older friend. 

  "Don't sweat it, Stacey. Clients can do just about 
anything they want on this cruise and discretion is 
assured." 

  This is what the agent explained to Stacey when she paid 
for the trip. The person who makes the payment is the 
client. The client determines what special amenities might 
be required and what will occur on the journey. The client 
might bring another person or even two or more along on the 
trip. The contract was quite flexible and it was just a 
matter of money. Stacey had been over this part with Kelly 
several times and it was clear what would happen when she 
said it was time to move forward. 

  She wanted to move forward now. She wanted it all and 
knew Kelly was the key. The key to everything she needed. 

  The pill would knock Jake out for at least 12 hours and 
so the two women were on their own for now and they decided 
to make the best of it. A few more glasses of wine in the 
lounge relaxed Stacey and she soon was able to get into a 
romantic mood. Her inhibitions were gone after a few tender 
kisses from Kelly and gone even farther when she returned 
them with more heat and passion. There were other same sex 
couples on the dance floor and no one thought it odd to see 
the two women dance together in what appeared to be an 
embrace of passionate rubbing and movement. The late night 
buffet was just what they needed before going back to the 
well-appointed suite assigned to Kelly. Their lovemaking 
was wonderful but tempered by the knowledge of what would 
happen when they finally woke up in the morning. 

---

  There is something about a body wrapped in leather that 
can't be described. 

  Conrad was pleased with his handiwork. The head was 
completely enclosed in a leather wrapper designed to allow 
the person to breathe, but not see, hear or talk. The body 
was upright and tightly held in a spread-eagled position by 
leather straps attached to metal fittings on the two 
vertical sides of the frame which outlined the form in a 
window box effect. Tight leather straps constricted 
circulation to different parts of the body. Leather and 
metal both hid and showcased the body which hung there, 
unmoving. The ass, nipples and genitals were completely 
exposed of course. Yes, it was quite easy to tell that the 
victim was a man. A man who might not be lucky enough to 
stay a real man for very much longer. Of course that was up 
to the client. Conrad was only here to assist and he was 
ready to do whatever was required to please the client. 

  Stacey recognized Jake as soon as she saw his cock 
hanging down between his legs. She wondered if he would be 
such an arrogant bastard once he woke up and found himself 
in this position. Very unlikely, indeed. 

  "Would the mistresses care to do anything to your sub 
before I wake him?" 

  Stacey liked the sound of that and couldn't wait to 
start. She motioned to Conrad to go ahead and wake him and 
watched as he used a hypodermic filled with a yellow 
solution to revive Jake. The antidote took only a few 
seconds to work and soon the women heard muffled sounds 
coming from someplace inside the leather mask. They watched 
as Jake struggled to free himself from his bindings to no 
avail. With the exception of his head, his other 
extremities were stretched so tightly it was impossible to 
move them in any way. Conrad soon attached the leather 
headpiece to a pulley at the top of the frame and tightened 
it until it wasn't possible for Jake to even move his head. 
The restraints left him physically helpless, The drugs did 
the same thing to his mind. 

  Kelly was far more familiar with this sort of thing and 
so Stacey had no problem letting her take the lead for now. 
"We have to stop all the whining first, Stacey, but it's 
quite easy to do as you'll soon see." 

  Kelly selected a long thin leather rod from the 
collection in the rack next to Jake's trussed up body. Each 
time she heard a sound, she fiercely slapped his cock and 
balls with the leather shaft. It took a number of strokes 
before Jake put it together and stopped making his outcry. 
The women stopped to admire the red welts that formed on 
Jake's cock and surrounding areas. It was amazing what just 
a few well-executed blows could do to put someone in his 
place. 

  Conrad handed Kelly a large sponge. She took it carefully 
and proceeded to rub the swelling red lines that striped 
the most personal parts of Jake's body. Jake reacted as if 
it had been hit by a lightning bolt as the liquid dripping 
from the sponge made contact with the open wounds around 
the his genitals. The two women could hear a long muffled 
scream coming from behind his mask as Kelly continued on 
with her ministrations. 

  "Alcohol, darling. It does wonders to open wounds and 
injuries. It adds just that much more to the pain. I wish 
we could know what he was thinking now. I always wonder 
what the poor buggers are thinking when they realized that 
they are under my complete control." 

  Stacey thought she would have some regrets when it 
started and might even want to stop the pain and suffering. 
She'd never done anything like this except in her fantasies 
and it seemed to go against everything she was taught in 
her middle class home as a young girl, but she had no 
regrets, none at all. In fact she wanted to get on with it. 
She wanted him to suffer for every bit of pain and 
indignation he had heaped on her over the last ten years. 

  Kelly took Stacey's arm and guided her behind Jake's 
spread-eagled form where each woman picked up a three foot 
long cane. The canes were very flexible for such a 
thickness and obviously crafted by someone who knew how to 
make a fine instrument of torture. 

  "Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! " 

  Kelly didn't hold back as she applied the cane to the 
easily available tender flesh of Jake's ass. She looked 
expectantly at Stacey and soon both women were alternating 
blows on that unprotected private area. 

  "Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! " 

  Somehow each blow caused a weight of abuse and 
mistreatment to float from Stacey's mind to the defiled 
body that was now at her mercy. It was her turn to give him 
intense physical pain and suffering for all the mental 
horrors he forced upon her during their marriage. 

  "Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! " 

  After each woman assaulted Jake with 20 to 30 well placed 
blows, Kelly called a halt and found two more tools in the 
rack. She handed one to Stacey and took a few practice 
swipes with the one she kept for herself. This time they 
were only 18 inches long and made out of rubber. Kelly 
smiled when she realized that Stacey wanted to really hurt 
Jake. The devious rubber truncheons were just the tool for 
this job. 

  "Ha ha! Don't worry Stacey. He'll feel these, but in just 
another way."   While Kelly was talking Conrad pressed some 
buttons on the console next to the frame and it started to 
slowly move. Stacey watched as Jake's body was lifted off 
the ground and turned to a horizontal position. Even though 
there was no support behind his back, his body was straight 
as any piece of lumber. When the body was in place, Kelly 
stepped forward and applied a mighty blow to the leather 
mask covering the face. She hit an arm next and then the 
chest. She struck out randomly at first, but then 
approached her task in an organized manner and started 
delivering blows to Jake in a consistent way that didn't 
miss a single place. 

"Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!" 

  When Stacey saw what was going on, she moved to Jake's 
other side and applied her own litany of pain to the 
helpless man's unprotected corpus. 

"Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!" 

  Soon the two women were exhausted by their efforts. When 
they stopped to rest Kelly explained that rubber hoses were 
quite painful, but didn't leave the same markings as wood 
or hard leather. Jake had to be softened up if they wanted 
to accomplish their mission. Conrad would take care of that 
work using rubber and drugs. He would leave the making of 
the serious welts and wounds for later when the two 
mistresses were ready to train the slave themselves. 

  The two women left arm in arm as Kelly explained that it 
would take at least two and perhaps three days before 
Conrad broke Jake. There would be a lot of physical pain, 
to be sure. Conrad would also use military drugs designed 
to reduce a person to a spineless nothing and when they 
returned, Jake would be a cowering slave. 

  They talked about the fun they would have when Jake was 
ready for the next step in his training. Stacey could 
hardly believe how easily she was able to step into her 
role as Jake's top. Maybe this was really her and it just 
required this opportunity to uncover her true nature. She 
saw herself in a new light and she liked what she saw. 

---

  They became such good friends. 

  The next two days just flew. In the end they were as 
close as if they had known and loved each other since 
childhood. Stacey had never found such love and tenderness 
in bed and realized she could get used to it very easily. 
Kelly seemed able to play her body like a delicate 
instrument and play a tune only Stacey and a few spirits 
could hear. 

---

  They were dressed like twin angels of no mercy. 

  Stacey tried the uniform on the night before just to make 
sure she could manage it properly. Four inch patent leather 
heels were not as much of a challenge for her as they might 
be for another woman. Stacey wore high heels for as long as 
she could remember, trying to be as tall as Jake. The black 
seamed nylons seemed right for the outfit. And the rest was 
made up of clever leather undergarments. A garter belt that 
held stockings securely in place. A leather G-string that 
hinted at the secrets buried under the leather finery. A 
leather push up bra that presented the tits like graceful 
treasure troves. Delicate bands of leather and metal 
adorned the wrists and neck accentuating the feminine lines 
so well. A small cat of nine tails set it all off. A tool 
that was not just for decoration as Jake would soon find 
out. 

  Conrad continued treatment for the two days the women 
vacationed. He could apply a great deal more strength with 
the rubber truncheon and he knew just how much of the drug 
a human could stand before death stepped in to end it all. 
Jake remained alive in the horizontal trap unable to move. 

  "Take him down now, Conrad, and let's see what we've 
got." 

  The body was lowered to the floor and all restraints 
removed. The zipper that went from the back of the leather 
mask to the front was opened and the garment was quickly 
removed. Jake's face was a picture of crazed fear and 
horror. A small scream came from his mouth at first and 
then grew to some loud combination of shock and lunacy. 
Both women looked on in disgust as the grown man cowered on 
the floor unable to move as the muscles that had been 
imprisoned for days failed to cooperate with his mind's 
command to run away. 

  "This looks right, Stacey." Kelly walked forward and 
attached a long leash to the collar around Jake's 
unresisting neck. He moved back when she approached, but 
not very far as his body continued to let him down. 

  "Jake, my name is Kelly and I'm here with your lovely 
wife. You have a choice, a very simple choice." 

  It was difficult for Jake to understand what Kelly said. 
The combination of the drugs and the intense pain 
overwhelmed his mind and body. He could not understand what 
was happening to him. He was no longer in charge and he was 
very afraid. He knew his wife was standing right in front 
of him in some sort of uniform, but he didn't know why. He 
thought he only went on vacation and now didn't know where 
he was. He didn't know much but he knew he was afraid, very 
afraid. 

---

  The endless barrage of pain made it easy for the psyche 
altering drugs to take control of Jake's mind. All his 
hidden fears were magnified to the proportion of giants and 
his ego reduced to nothing more than a faint memory of some 
far and distant person.  

  Conrad attached the hobble to both of Jake's knees. He 
spread the slave's legs apart and tied a sturdy bar to the 
knee hobbles. There was just enough play in the ropes to 
allow a slow forward motion, but it was not possible to 
stand or stretch out either leg with the devices securely 
in place. He would learn to crawl again. 

  "Why are you doing this to me?" It was more the whimper 
of a young child and not the voice of a full grown man. 

  Kelly brought her cat of nine tails down on the 
unprotected creature and Stacey quickly joined in slashing 
her whip down again and again. He would learn who was in 
charge and he would learn that he did not speak unless 
someone asked him a question. It would take a bit of time, 
but he would learn. 

   Conrad pulled a halter over Jake's head and jammed a 
metal bit into his mouth. The halter had a set of reins 
attached to the metal bit making it quite easy to control 
the victim of this mechanism. Decorative leather straps 
with silver and gold studs were attached to various parts 
of his body. Nothing was covered, of course, and certainly 
nothing was protected from the two mistresses who were now 
ready to accept their due. 

  "The drugs have beaten down his will, but it will still 
take a strong measure with a whip to make sure he learns to 
do just what you say. I think this carriage whip might be a 
better choice for you now, Stacey." 

  Kelly handed Stacey a sturdy three foot rod with a thin 
leather coil attached at one end and a well formed hand 
grip on the other. Stacey hefted the measure of her new toy 
and took a practice swing to get a better for how the new 
whip might work. 

  "Crack!" 

  "Ah, what a wonder. This is going to be fun, Kelly. 
You've made a wonderful choice, sweetheart." As Stacey 
positioned herself at the front of the slave, she happened 
to step on his hand with her spiked heel. He screamed out 
and almost knocked Stacey over as he tried to get away. As 
soon as Kelly realized what Jake had done, she struck him 
with her own whip with a vengeance reserved for slaves who 
try to stop their dominants from controlling their every 
action. 

  "Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! " 

  "Listen, you son of a bitch, never again put a hand on 
your mistress. If you do, you may just lose it next time, 
you lowly piece of shit." Kelly applied the whip again and 
again until it seemed that every part of his back was 
crossed with an angry red stripe that told of all the pain 
and suffering the slave received for this serious 
indiscretion. 

  "Conrad, hobble the front here. That's a good man." 

  Conrad put another bar arrangement on the floor and tied 
Jake's wrists to the short ropes attached to each end of 
the hobble. He could now clumsily move one of his hands or 
legs only six inches forward or backward before he had to 
move the other one. He was only able to move slowly now and 
it would take some time before he learned how to move 
properly in his hobbled condition, but of course he would 
learn. He would learn that and much more. 

  Kelly removed a strap-on dildo from the tool rack and 
handed it to Stacey. "Here put this on and do to him what 
he's been doing to you for years." 

  The dildo was twelve inches long and thicker than any 
cock Stacey had ever seen. When she finished attaching it 
to her waist and legs, it thrust out as if it had always 
been part of her body. It stuck out in parody of a real 
cock, but unlike a hard-on a man might have, this one never 
went limp and was always ready to fulfill its purpose. 

  The hobble prevented Jake from moving away or closing his 
well spread legs. Stacey made sure he saw the strap-on bob 
up and down as she slowly walked in front of him. When she 
moved to his rear, she could see his manhood hanging from 
between his legs and his waiting asshole easily available 
for any purpose she had in mind. 

  She grabbed the reins and pulled his head back. When she 
did this, she jammed the strap-on into his asshole and put 
the whole weight of her body into the thrust. The bit 
prevented Jake from screaming as loudly as he wanted to 
scream, but it was clear that he felt the big intruder 
violate his asshole. Yes, he felt it all right. 

  "Well done, Stacey. You must be in a good six inches now. 
Keep it up and see if you can bury that thing in his ass." 

  Stacey started fucking Jake in the ass and continued 
thrusting the enormous probe into his hole again and again. 
With each thrust it went deeper and deeper into the tiny 
brown hole that no longer had the will to stop the large 
invader. Stacey found herself getting excited by all of 
this and could feel the hot juices well up in her pussy. 
She was relentless as she crashed into his asshole over and 
over again. His screams and moans died down and were 
replaced by something else. 

  Kelly could see the erection forming between Jake's legs. 
She could see the look of fear change to a look of passion. 
The slave liked what was happening and was aroused by what 
Stacey was doing to him . Stacey pounded his ass over and 
over. She felt the dildo rubbing on her pussy and she soon 
came with an orgasm so intense she almost passed out. 

  "That's enough, Stacey, dear. The slave is just about 
ready to cum and we wouldn't want anything like that to 
happen now would we?" 

  It was true. Jake's cock looked ready to explode. She 
couldn't believe how he was aroused by his violation. This 
was certainly something new and different. 

  The two mistresses took turns with his training. There 
was some resistance at first, but nothing a kick or a lash 
could not overcome. At the end of the three hour session, 
Jake's body was covered with welts and bruises. He paid the 
price for any misstep or hesitancy and soon he was moving 
through his paces as well as any show horse. He moved on 
command and so learned how to react to the pulls on his 
reins. Several different drugs were administered during the 
course of the training which enhanced his learning ability 
greatly. 

  "Conrad, he must be ready for our last night at sea. 
Stacey needs to have him available for the final shipboard 
party so continue on with his training." 

  The women spent several hours a day training their slave. 
Conrad and several assistants took over when they lost 
interest and continued the regimen for 20 hour days. Jake 
was lost and confused and had the slave mentality firmly 
imprinted on his weak and passive mind. He had gone from a 
strong and independent man to a weak and quivering parody 
of a human being. The training went on for the next four 
days with a vengeance and Jake was transformed into a 
perfect slave who performed whatever action requested by 
his Mistress. 

---

  Stacey and Kelly were dressed in designer originals as 
they entered the large ballroom. Most of the other clients 
were already there by then and since this was the one night 
the slaves were allowed to join in, many of them were in 
attendance.  Stacey was amazed with the unique ways in 
which the various clients dominated their slaves. None of 
their private areas were covered in any way of course. In 
fact, if a submissive tried to hide anything punishment was 
swift and sure. The slaves watched their masters' every 
movement in order to anticipate an order or command. None 
wanted to suffer the wrath of an angry master and certainly 
not tonight when the punishments would be far worse than 
usual. 

  A round of applause started at the entrance to the 
ballroom and soon spread to all corners of the hall. Stacey 
regally entered the room holding a gold metal leash 
delicately in her hand. It was attached to a leather collar 
fastened securely around Jake's neck. The hobbles that Jake 
wore now allowed him more movement and he was able to trot 
on hands and knees at the side of his mistress as they made 
their way to a table of honor. Kelly looked angelic as she 
followed the two at a short distance. Her work was almost 
done now and she was very pleased with the results. 

  The evening was a pure gala for Stacey. A number of 
people stopped at their table to comment on how well 
training was proceeding with Jake. And, as was customary in 
these situations, each one did something to humiliate or 
degrade the new submissive. In some cases it only consisted 
of a brief fondling of his balls and dick. A few stuck a 
finger or some other object in his asshole and briefly 
frigged him. Other people felt like testing the process and 
Stacey let them proceed. 

  More women than men wanted to take the measure of their 
whips or lashes on Jake's well available ass. He must have 
had well over 50 strokes in the first hour he was in the 
room. Several people laughed when they realized that the 
punishment only served to arouse Jake. He could do nothing 
to hide his full erection from those around him and soon he 
was sport for the people at all the nearby tables. One man 
sent his two submissives over to play with the new slave. 
The two women took turns sucking his cock and fucking his 
ass with a black dildo they had previously been using on 
themselves. From time to time they would stop in 
anticipation of his orgasm. An orgasm he was not to have 
since the two women were expert in the ways of the human 
body. He would get close and then they would stop, again 
and again. He ached with the need to cum, but his 
helplessness prevented him from doing anything to satisfy 
his own needs. 

  His abuse at the hands of the other submissives continued 
for more than two hours. The clients instructed their subs 
and had them perform all the interesting rituals used to 
degrade and humiliate a human being. While it was fun for 
all concerned save for Jake, it did serve a valid purpose. 
Each embarrassment, each bit of pain, and each loss of 
dignity destroyed another layer of will and broke down any 
remaining resistance. By then, Jake considered all of it 
part of his life and did anything he was told. Even the 
other subs were on a higher plane and towered above his 
lowly position. The tasks set forth were devious and 
horrifying and yet he went ahead and did everything he was 
told. He was violated by women and men as individuals or in 
groups of two and three. There was no part of his body he 
could call his own. No indignity he could prevent from 
happening to himself. He was a slave. 

  When it came time to leave, Jake was covered with 
bruises, welts, injuries, cum, food and anything else a 
person felt like rubbing on him or throwing at him. He 
found it hard to move given the pain he suffered from all 
the abuse, but his mistress did not care. She slashed out 
at his ass with her whip each time he faltered or seemed 
dazed or confused. 

  "Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! " 

---

  "Don't worry Stacey. We'll see each other soon. I have so 
much work to do helping women get control of their 
marriages that I simply have to get on my way. But, don't 
worry. As soon as Jake finishes his final training, I'll 
come to your place and stay for a few weeks." 

  Jake had already been crated up and sent to the training 
facility where the real work would begin. A cover story 
about an accident on some small island was already in place 
and should stop any questions. Jake would spend several 
months being readied to take his place in the world, no 
longer capable of doing anything on his own, but still able 
to convince the world that nothing was wrong. Yes, he would 
be making the large income and heading to the top of his 
profession, but this time it would all be for Stacey. He 
would present a facade to the world and be the most 
submissive of slaves in private when only his mistress was 
present. He would learn that he no longer mattered and he 
would have to accept things that way or suffer the 
consequences. The discipline would never end. He would 
never stop taking the drugs and in the end he would be 
everything that Stacey wanted him to be and so much more. 

  The two women had enjoyed their last shipboard night 
together in Kelly's suite. Jake was chained to the bed and 
told to watch everything that Kelly did since he would be 
taking her place in the future. Just before they fell 
asleep, they freed one of his hands from the hobble and let 
him masturbate as they watched and made rude suggestions. 
He didn't care how humiliating it was, he needed to relieve 
himself and went at it with the lack of concern any other 
animal would have in the same circumstances. When he 
finally came, the girls made him lick it up from the floor 
and swallow every little bit of the white substance. 

---

  Jake was right. All they had to do was go on a cruise and 
they would be able to solve all their problems. 


The End 


Let me know what you think of my story . . .

Alecia D  <aleciad@katie-mcnNOSPAM.com>


Read more of my stories at Katie's website . . .

www.katie-mcn.com

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