Message-ID: <40823asstr$1044943804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <3E4845BA.00006B.17362@ns.interchange.ca> From: "Zebulon" <zebulon@fastmail.ca> X-Fastmail-IP: [24.26.238.251] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2003 19:37:14 -0500 (EST) Subject: {ASSM} Part 5 - Tall, Blond and Bound (FF, NC, Bond) Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2003 01:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/40823> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates Part 5 - Tall, Blond and Bound This is a work of fiction in 14 parts. It is the fourth novel set in the same world as "The Training of Jeannie and Clair," "Blackmailed into Bondage," and "Staci Davis: Investigative Slave." It is approximately the same length as the other three novels. Zebulon 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@fastmail.ca All Zebulon's work is posted here: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Zebulon/www/ This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is being posted. (MF, FF, Bond) - - - - - Part 5 - Tall, Blond and Bound by Zebulon * * * * * "Girls," the redhead said addressing Sheryl and Marcie. She had a distinctive French accent. "This is Miss Juanita and I am Miss Michelle. You will address us as such. Do you understand." Both girls nodded mutely. Miss Juanita gave Sheryl's thong a jerk. "Don't forget it, bitch." Michelle noted this and considered. The blond was clearly the more important of the two recruits. She was the reason Mr. Martinez had them snatched in the first place. And Juanita had no training and little understanding of her roll. On the pier, she had to show her even the simplest techniques of trussing. Juanita also had a major sadistic streak. It would be a mistake to leave the blond in her charge. She handed her Marcie's leash and said, "Why don't you conduct the examination of our friend here." Juanita flashed a sharp, disapproving look. She was suspicious of the switch. Was Michelle keeping the best for herself? Was she just trying to throw her weight around? Michelle, reading Juanita's expression Added, "This one is more resistant. She may require more discipline. You seem good at that." Juanita's features softened. Perhaps it was a compliment after all. At any rate, she remembered how resistant the short one had been on the pier. "All right," she said, taking Marcie's strap and dropping Sheryl's, "if you don't have the stomach for it." Juanita started tugging Marcie away. Marcie tried to turn to look at Sheryl, when with a mighty tug Juanita sent her tumbling. "Goddammit, you little cunt. When I lead you follow. Now get your ass up." But Marcie was terrified and afraid to do as she had been ordered. She stayed down and moved a little to position her legs between herself and the sadistic girl who was towering over her. It seemed to be exactly what Juanita wanted. She was still holding the leather thong and there was a good three feet of extra line at her disposal. She began whipping Marcie with the free end. She moved in a slow circle around Marcie's prone body, whipping and cursing her with each stroke. Marcie did her best to keep her legs between them so that it was the legs which took the brunt of the punishment, but occasional lashes got through to her belly, her breasts, her face. After a few minutes, Marcie was howling uncontrollably into her gag and Juanita was more than a little winded. She was smiling, however. She seemed quite pleased with herself. She dropped the strap, took a sudden step to the side, and came up next to Marcie before she could move her legs. Reaching down she grabbed the leather neck noose and pulled Marcie to her feet. "Now, bitch," she growled, "you do exactly as I tell you, or so help me. . . !" She left the rest of the threat unstated. Moments later they had disappeared through a side door. Juanita still tugging on the leash and Marcie struggling in her pain and fear to keep up. Michelle was satisfied she had made the right decision. She turned toward Sheryl and Said, "Are you going to give me any trouble?" The tall blond seemed almost in shock. She shook her head imperceptibly. Michelle reached up and removed the gag. It came out with a soft wet plop. Michelle Repeated, "What was that?" Sheryl's mouth moved slightly but no words came out. Her eyes seemed unfocused. Michelle sighed to herself. She had to know if this girl were truly over the edge or just teetering. Picking up the leather thong, she gave Sheryl one hard lash across the belly. That brought her quickly to life. "When I ask you a question, girl, you answer me! Understand? "Y . . . yes," Sheryl stammered. "That's 'yes, Miss Michelle,'" She corrected. "Yes, Miss Michelle," Sheryl said. "Better. Now, are you going to give me any trouble?" "No, Miss Michelle." "Good. Then follow me." She dropped the tether and headed toward the same door through which Marcie and Juanita had left. Sheryl followed meekly, the line dragging behind her. They passed through a number of rooms one of which reminded Sheryl of an old fashioned torture chamber. They heard shrieks from somewhere in the distance. Eventually they found themselves in a small simple bedroom. "This is my room," said Michelle. "You will stay with me tonight. She waited for a reply and then reached for the strap. "Yes, Miss Michelle," Sheryl quickly interjected. "You'd better not forget again." "Yes, Miss Michelle." "Do you need to go to the bathroom?" It had been so long, Sheryl had almost forgotten. Now she suddenly realized she had to go quite badly. "Yes, Miss Michelle." Michelle opened a drawer and removed a sharp knife. She cut off the free end of the tether and then cut the strap that ran down Sheryl's front side and between her legs. "Thank you, Miss Michelle," she said with considerable relief. "Don't speak unless spoken to." "Yes, Miss Michelle." Michelle took her elbow and led her into a small adjoining bathroom. She sat her on the toilet. Sheryl's arms were still tied up behind her back. While she was sitting, Michelle made a few preparations. When Sheryl finished, Michelle had her stand and spread her legs. She carefully wiped her ass and swabbed the whole area down with a babywipe. She had her turn away and brought out a large enema bag. The old fashioned kind with a long bone nozzle and a large capacity. "This will help you to smell sweet and fresh, girl." She held the tip of the nozzle against Sheryl's anus and asked, "You do want to smell sweet and fresh, don't you?" "Y. . . yes, Miss Michelle." Sheryl braced herself for the intrusion. But instead of the long nozzle, she felt Michelle's small hand come around her side and busy itself with her pubic slit. "Spread your legs a little farther, girl." Sheryl did so, not knowing if that required a 'yes, Miss Michelle' or not. She said nothing and was relieved when she wasn't chastised. Then she felt what Michelle was doing. Sheryl had loved the feel of Marcie's touch, but as Michelle fingered her pussy and clit it suddenly came alive with moisture and erotic sensations. This girl obviously knew things which Marcie hadn't dreamed of. After a few minutes, Sheryl had broken out in a sweat and was breathing heavily. Then she felt the nozzle of the enema bag begin to penetrate her anus. It was somehow the sweetest most delicious penetration she could imagine. Michelle would push it part way in, then teasingly pull it back out. She kept this process up for a considerable time until Sheryl seemed close to a climax. Sheryl became aware that Miss Michelle's breasts were pressed up against her hands and that she had been grasping and massaging the mounds of flesh for some time. She was intensely aware of the feel of the other girl's nipples against her palms. She didn't know what to do, but she didn't dare stop. And then she felt the nozzle pressed full into her. The warm bag was up against her ass and the hand at her pussy slit was pushing her over the edge. She screamed with ecstasy and Michelle squeezed the bag. Afterwards she sat back down on the toilet and completed the cleaning process. Michelle cut the strap that linked her arms to her neck and Sheryl sighed with relief. Then Michelle cut the leather noose from around her neck. The only restraint left was the way her wrists were tied together. When she was finished, Michelle said, "Now let's get you really clean, OK?" "Yes, Miss Michelle." They moved to another room with a huge tiled shower. Michelle soaped them both, taking special care in massaging all of Sheryl's erogenous zones and listening for her reactions. She shampooed them both. She rinsed, and dried, and perfumed them both. She arranged Sheryl's hair. "Are you hungry, girl?" Sheryl was starving. "Oh yes, Miss Michelle." Michelle brought Sheryl back to her bedroom. "I think we can find something more comfortable than those ropes on your wrists, don't you think?" "Yes, Miss Michelle." Michelle opened a dresser drawer and showed Sheryl a large collection of wrist cuffs. It seemed a little crazy to Sheryl to select her own restraints, but she chose a pair that were lined with soft fur. "Good choice," Michelle endorsed. "But those are too small. Hang on . . . ." She walked out. Sheryl didn't know what to do. She was left standing in the little bedroom. The door was open. She could just leave if she wanted to. But where would she go? When Michelle returned a few minutes later, Sheryl hadn't moved. Michelle was carrying a larger pair of the fur-lined cuffs and a small jar of cream. She cut the ropes Sheryl's hands free and slapped her hard on the ass when she started to bring them around front to rub her wrists. "You move when I tell you to move, OK, girl?" "Yes, Miss Michelle." She rubbed some of the cream into Sheryl's red chapped wrists. They instantly felt much better. She attached the new cuffs that were, indeed, much more comfortable than the rope. She sat on the bed and had Sheryl give her first one and then the other foot. She rubbed some of the cream into the sore ankles and the red welt across her stomach. "Do you hurt anywhere else?" "Yes, Miss Michelle. I've got a bruise . . ." Swat! Michelle slapped one of Sheryl's breasts with an open palm. "I didn't ask you where it hurt, only if it hurt. Answer only what you are asked." Sheryl looked confused and utterly miserable. Michelle took some pity on her. "Listen, girl . . . what's your name?" "Sheryl." "Listen, Sheryl, I know things seem totally crazy at the moment. I felt that way when I was new. But you're bright. Just keep listening, try your best, and you'll learn the rules in no time. OK?" "Yes, Miss Michelle." "All right. Now, go ahead and tell me where you hurt." After Michelle had administered to all of Sheryl's minor bruises, she left to fetch some food and drink. She came back with two bowls. She placed a bowl of milk on the floor near the foot of the bed. "You take care not to spill any, understand?" Sheryl looked startled. "Yes, Miss Michelle," she responded automatically. She got down on her knees and carefully lapped at it until the bowl was clean. "For dinner we have gruel de jour. It's got rice, potato, chicken and a bunch of other stuff all cooked into a kind of thick paste. It's too thick for soup and too thin for bread. That's why I call it gruel. It's actually quite good, but a little spicy. Do you like spicy foods?" "I can eat spicy food, Miss Michelle." "Good, you're going to be eating a lot of it." Michelle she removed a small handful of the mixture and held it out to Sheryl who was still on her knees. She licked the food out of the other girl's hand. As she ate, one handful at a time, Michelle would rub her hair, back, and breasts with her free hand. She talked to her like you would talk to a new pet. "That's a good girl," she said. "You just finish up your dinner and behave yourself and everything is going to be just fine. . . . That's a nice girl, eat it all so you can keep your strength up. . . . There, there, now take your time. There's plenty more if you want it." After she'd emptied the bowl, Michelle asked if she were still hungry. She wasn't, but she was still thirsty. So Michelle took her milk bowl into the bathroom and filled it with water. Sheryl drank as Michelle sat on the bed and stroked her naked back, arms, and bound hands. When she was done, Michelle had her sit up on her knees in front of her and she cleaned and dried her face. "Now let's talk," Michelle said. "Tell me about yourself, little girl, and don't leave anything out." And for the rest of the day, Sheryl talked. Michelle listened intently and interrupting only occasionally to ask questions. They stopped for lunch. Michelle took Sheryl down to a small dining room. Michelle sat at a table and ate while Sheryl had more gruel and milk from saucers on the floor. They returned to the bedroom to continue talking. Sheryl described her family, her early childhood, her job. She pretty much told Miss Michelle everything about herself up to and including her relationship with Marcie. They stopped for dinner that was an exact repeat of lunch. After dinner, as they returned to the bedroom, Michelle announced that the discussion was very nearly at an end. "I just want to be sure I'm clear on this point. You've never had sex with a man; Marcie was your very first sexual partner?" Sheryl might have blushed at such a question once, but now she only answered matter-of-factly, "Yes, Miss Michelle." "Hector will love that," she said with an evil smirk. "And Marcie licked your pussy, but you never licked her back, did you?" "No, Miss Michelle." They arrived back at the little bedroom. "Well, I've seen how sexually responsive you can be. Why don't we find out, how eager you are to please." "Miss Michelle?" Sheryl asked without comprehension. Michelle looked into Sheryl's face for a long while as if trying to read her innermost thoughts. Then she said, "If you want to survive with a minimum of pain--if you want to get through your training as quickly as possible--then hear this well and believe it. Your prior life is over. There is no escape, there is no return. You are going to be trained as a personal sexual slave for Hector Martinez. He likes tall blonds. That is why you were recruited. . . . Don't shake your head, get used to the idea." Sheryl hadn't been aware that she was shaking her head, but stopped. Her eyes were wide and had suddenly filled with tears again. "You should think of yourself as his personal property, his servant, his devoted slave. From this moment on, he is the most important thing in your life. His pleasure is your primary concern." She stopped to read Sheryl's face again. "Do you understand, girl?" "Y . . . yes, Miss Michelle." "Good. I know how hot you can get, and where to push your love buttons. I found that out while cleaning you. But we need to see how much potential you have as a sex toy. Do you understand, now? "I'm not sure, Miss Michelle." "Well, you just do exactly what I tell you, O.K." Sheryl was trembling as she said, "Yes, Miss Michelle." "And you will do the best you can?" "Yes, Miss Michelle." "O.K. Roll over onto your belly." Sheryl did and Michelle removed the cuffs. "Now kiss me as passionately as you can." Sheryl hardly knew this young woman at all. She still didn't think of herself as a lesbian. But she knew she didn't have any choice. And Miss Michelle had been very kind to her. She sat up, pleasantly surprised that the salve and the day's rest had left her wrists and arms feeling much less uncomfortable than she had any right to expect. She looked into Miss Michelle's face. It was a pretty face, surrounded with a halo of bright red hair. She had a small nose and a little bridge of freckles. Her eyes were green and she had dimples. Sheryl hadn't really looked at her before. She closed her eyes and brought her face over to Miss Michelle's. Their lips met. Michelle let her mouth go slack and open slightly, but she waited for Sheryl to initiate the kiss. Sheryl opened her own mouth and let her tongue draw lazy circles around the other girl's lips, the way Marcie had done for her. They spent quite some time on that kiss. Michelle realized quite soon that Sheryl was inexperienced but trainable. She waited to see if Sheryl would initiate anything else. She didn't. But that might be because she was paranoid about going beyond specific orders. 'So, give her another order,' she thought. Breaking the kiss she said, "That was nice. Now love me. Bring me as much pleasure as you can." "Yes, Miss Michelle." The kiss had, in fact, been nice. Sheryl wasn't terribly turned on, but it hadn't been a turn-off either. She looked down at Miss Michelle's body, at the network of leather straps, at the two substantial breasts which were jutting up at her. Tentatively, she leaned down and brought her mouth over the nearest breast. She stuck her tongue out and touched it to the tip of the nipple. It was warm and textured. She felt a stirring between her own legs. She leaned closer and took the nipple between her lips. She felt it come to life and stiffen as she gently sucked on it. Miss Michelle sighed and Sheryl felt the stirring between her legs turn moist. Reaching out with one hand, Sheryl took the other nipple between her fingers and rubbed it until it stiffened. Almost without thinking, she let her hand slide down the leather straps and smooth skin of Miss Michelle's belly and come to rest between the naked thighs. She continued to suck the nipple, taking more and more of the other girl's breast into her mouth. Her tongue licked in large circles around the nipple. She heard Miss Michelle sigh again, a little louder this time. She felt her slide her legs apart a bit so that a little puff of warmth and moisture seemed to ride up over her hand. She brought her hand up and felt the wet flesh press against her thumb. She had never touched another girl that way before. She found that she liked it. Miss Michelle moaned as she brushed across her clit. Suddenly emboldened, Sheryl started gently rubbing the other girl's clit like she did her own when masturbating. The redhead took her hand and said, "Hang on a second." "Yes, Miss Michelle?" "Go light that candle on the dresser and turn off the lamp." "Yes, Miss Michelle." There were matches lying next to the candle. When she got back, Miss Michelle had removed her leather harness and was lying back in center of the little bed. Sheryl stood at the foot of the bed and looked up between Miss Michelle's legs at the sexy shape and pretty face. For a long moment she remembered that she had been kidnapped and was being forced to do all this. Then she thought about Miss Michelle's words and decided she'd better concentrate on doing as well as she could. Sheryl climbed onto the bed and carefully lay on top of the other girl. She started by kissing her again. She remembered how Marcie had made love to her on the island. She moved down, kissing the little redhead's neck and breasts. She remembered how Miss Michelle had gotten her so hot and excited earlier. She moved down still further and started licking between her legs. At first Sheryl couldn't get her mind off of her situation. Tears rolled down her face and onto the hot flesh beneath her. But eventually she was able to force herself to not think about it and to devote her attention to bringing the other girl off as intensely as possible. Michelle was enjoying herself. But she was also assessing the other girl's technique. Obviously, the tall blond was only parroting what she had experienced with Marcie and what she had learned in the bathroom. But so what. She was beautiful and sexy. She would learn. She was a natural submissive who would break quickly and easily and serve exactly as Mistress Tina would like her to. Hell, she was already half broken. Eventually Michelle stopped thinking and allowed herself to completely enjoy the sensation of the other girl's tonguing. She let herself climax. She let herself climax three times before she called Sheryl off and put her down for the night. * * * * * - - - - - -End of Part 5 - Tall, Blond and Bound - Zebulon - This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is being posted. _________________________________________________________________ http://fastmail.ca/ - Fast Secure Web Email for Canadians ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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