Princess Alana

Chapter 10: The Freshman Class

A tall woman dressed in black leather walked down a line of three naked girls. She was easily over six feet tall and the spiked heels of the boots that went up to mid-thigh made her even taller. She towered over her trembling charges.

"You may call me Mistress," she said. She walked back and forth in front of the three naked women, stopping occasionally to pinch or squeeze. "Or you may call me whatever you wish, but that will be at your own risk."

She looked like some kind of Norse goddess with her flowing pale blonde hair and the finely sculpted features of her face. Her body was both concealed and exposed. Above the boots, she wore a leather g-string with metal studs around the waist band. Her midriff was bare and, above that, she wore a black leather halter with matching metal studs. All in all, she looked stunning and ominous.

"You are my new students," she explained. "And I love to teach!" She emphasized her point by slashing her riding crop down hard against one of her boots.

The three girls all gasped in unison at the sound of the crop striking against the leather.

"Two of you," she said as she used the crop to strike one of Alana's and Meredith's breasts, "are being trained as slaves."

"One of you," she continued as she used the crop to strike each of Kelly's breasts, coaxing a yelp out of her, "is being trained to be a Mistress."

The Nordic Queen then stood in front of Alana and Meredith, gripping their jaws tightly. "You will all be going through some of the same things. But remember that she will be a Mistress at the end. You will be property."

"In the meantime, I own all of you. I will decide when you sleep, if you sleep, when you eat, if you eat, when you pee, and if you pee. I will decide who you have sex with and how and when. I will decide how and when you are punished. I will arrange the schedule for your education. In short, I am controlling everything about you. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Mistress," chimed three feminine voices in unison.

"Oh god," thought Alana. "It just gets worse." She had eventually adjusted to each indignity over the past week and a half. First with the nudity and then the touching, she had eventually become accustomed and it had become part of her life. Then she became a slave and, while it seemed uncomfortable at first, it too became part of her. Even sex with another woman, which had repulsed her at first, had become part of what she was. But it seemed that every time she became adjusted to a new Alana, a new indignity would present itself.

"Oh god," thought Meredith. "It just gets worse." She still couldn't believe the events of the past two days and her head was spinning. Three days ago, she was just another happy housewife; bored, but happy. Since then, however, her world had changed and it seemed that it just kept changing with each new change being worse than the last.

"Oh god," thought Kelly. "I'm gonna kill Mom when I get out of here."

Their new mistress attached a chain that ran from collar to collar. Even Kelly had been fitted with a collar that had been graciously supplied by Charles who happily placed it around the teenager's neck. The mistress led her string of slaves into what she called "the classroom" which was really nothing more than a room with odd-looking devices scattered about. She moved them to one wall and had them kneel, facing a row of phalluses that stuck out from a board and pointed at their faces.

"Your first lesson is how to please a man with your mouth." The mistress gave them a brief set of instructions, telling them how to use their lips and tongues, how and when to use suction, and which parts of a cock to focus on. When she was finished with "The Theory of Cocksucking", she told them that it was time for the practical application of what they had learned. "Suck!" she commanded.

Each girl leaned forward and took a phallus into her mouth trying to remember all that the instructor had told them. "Focus on the cock. Let the cock become the center of your world. Do not let anything distract you."

With that said, she set about trying to distract the girls. She ran the tip of a crop between Kelly's legs causing the girl to gasp and stop sucking. This earned her a crack on the bottom with the mean crop and caused her to renew her attentions to the cock.

The mistress ran her fingers over Meredith's quivering bottom, causing the slave to blush. But when the Norse Queen touched Meredith's little pucker, the girl straightened up quickly and arched her hips forward to try to escape the finger. This earned her a crack with the whip. "Suck! Focus!"

Alana's breasts were the next target of the mistress' attention. She wrapped her fingers around the base of each breast, squeezing lightly and then drawing her fingers downward toward the nipples. She repeated this milking motion several times until Alana moaned. CRACK went the crop. "Focus, girl!" went the mistress.

The blonde mistress kept moving from one kneeling slave to another providing instructions or trying to distract the girls. "Use your tongue on the head." "You can take it deeper than that." "Try licking it like a lollipop."

The crop was used to both distract and punish. Kelly had the crop run up her spine and, when she trembled, had it lashed across her bottom. Meredith's pendulous breasts were swaying beneath her as she sucked on the phallus. When the mistress flicked the moving nipples with the crop and the girl jumped in surprise, the crop landed hard on her bottom. Alana felt the handle of the crop being slipped into her sex and she too jumped a little, only to be rewarded with the sting of the crop on her bottom.

The door opened and three naked men entered the room. The mistress motioned to the kneeling women and the men crossed the room with one kneeling behind each girl. Quickly the girls' hips were grasped and raised slightly and the men arched forward, impaling the girls on their large cocks.

"HEY!" shouted Kelly, letting the phallus slip from her mouth. She quickly started sucking again and dropped her protest when the crop started raining blows onto her back and the upper swells of her bottom. Alana and Meredith were also stung by the crop when they lost their concentration.

"Focus, girls," the mistress warned. "Focus. Your world revolves around the cocks in your mouths. You are nothing but a receptacle for sperm to the cocks in your pussies."

After the males had climaxed, they arose and left the girls behind. The mistress continued the lesson until she was satisfied that the girls had mastered the subject and then adjourned the class.

The three girls were given a five minute break and relaxed, lying together in the sun. "That was sure different," commented Meredith.

"Sure was," replied Alana. "Hey Kelly, is it true what they say about black men?"

"That was a black guy?" asked a stunned Kelly.

The mistress returned to collect her charges, leading the string of slaves to their next class. Here, they were instructed in posture and etiquette. They learned how to stand and kneel properly. They were taught how to walk, swaying their hips seductively while keeping their heads still enough so that books did not fall from the tops of her heads. And they were taught how to serve drinks and meals in pleasing ways. By the time the class was over, it was dinner time. The girls were allowed to shower quickly but had to do so together since they were still linked by their collars. Then the mistress led them into the dining hall.

Alana was shocked for yet another time that day when she saw the enormity of the operation. There had to be fifty slaves in the room, some serving, some eating at tables and some eating out of bowls on the floor. And there must have been at least twenty five masters and mistresses, all sitting at tables and eating.

"Hi Gretchen," said a master as the girls were led past his table. "These must be the new ones. Are they behaving?"

"Hi Wally," responded the Nordic Queen. "They're the new ones all right. They're behaving okay. But they sure are slow."

Alana furrowed her brow at the insult. She thought of herself as a quick learner and was offended by Gretchen's remark. She had even graduated Magna Cum Laude. But she remained silent to minimize the abuse to her body.

Gretchen led the girls to the front of the room and then, one by one, she detached the chain and fastened one girl to each of the wooden Xs. She placed a bucket of clothespins on a bench in front of the girls and then sat down at a table, leaving the three slaves attached to the crosses.

As the evening progressed, the dominant diners would come up and inspect the girls. Typically, a master or mistress would start at one end and then move in sequence down the row of bound lovelies. Each person seemed to have a unique inspection routine. Some appeared to focus on muscle tone and spent their time poking and pinching arms, legs and bellies. Others seemed to be interested in testing the quality of each girl's skin. They would run their palms or fingers lightly over the girl's flesh to test its softness and suppleness. There were also the teeth checkers, the breast weighers, the nipple stretchers, the cunt probers, and the labia spreaders. There was even one dominant who Alana dubbed the "orifice geek." He seemed fascinated with peering up the girls' nostrils and into their ears. Alana wondered if he found nostrils sexy and then shuddered at the thought.

When a dominant was finished with all three girls, he or she would go to the bucket, pick out a clothespin, and then place it on the girl of his or her choice. Kelly was the first one to be thus blessed and let out a howl of pain when the little monster snapped shut on the tender outer swell of one of her breasts. By the time dinner was finished, each girl was wearing a lot of the nasty little devices. Alana had clothespins on each nipple, several more on her breasts and one on her clit hood. Meredith had fewer but had one directly on her clit which sent pain shooting through her entire body. Kelly seemed to have the most of any of the three and this was confirmed when someone counted the clothespins and removed them. Alana had nine. Meredith had six. And seventeen were removed from Kelly who was declared the winner. Everyone clapped and cheered for Kelly.

"Bring out the rack," commanded the man who had removed the clothespins. Everyone remained silent as two slaves wheeled in a cart with an odd looking piece of furniture on it. It was made of metal tubes and leather and its purpose was still not clear when the slaves lifted it from the cart and set it on the floor. But Alana and Meredith soon saw what it was intended for as Kelly was released and positioned on the rack.

There was a place for her to kneel and then her legs were strapped into place, leaving her thighs spread wide. Then she was bent over until she was supported at the waist by one leather covered metal tube and at the shoulders by another one. Her breasts dangled freely beneath her chest. Her head was lifted until she was looking straight ahead and then her head was fitted into a harness that was supported by two vertical metal tubes. Once the straps on the harness were tightened, the girl could not move her head at all and could only look straight ahead. The finishing touch was to place an O-gag in her mouth which kept her mouth stretched wide open and prevented her from speaking.

The man then signaled toward the doorway and a female slave led a big black Labrador Retriever into the room. Again, everyone applauded. Since Kelly could only look straight ahead, she had no idea what all of the clapping was about. The dog was led to the front of the room and then was slowly walked around Kelly. Kelly jumped as much as her bondage would allow when she felt something cold and wet pressed against her sex and then relaxed in her bonds when it went away. But as the dog came into view for her, she screamed at the top of her lungs and struggled furiously as she realized what was about to happen. The dog seemed to be amused by all of this and started happily licking Kelly's face until he was pulled away and led to the other end of the device.

"Oh god," muttered Alana as she witnessed the spectacle. "This can't be happening."

The dog did not need any instructions on the best use of a bound girl. Alana suspected that he had been treated to many naked girls before. He jumped up and gripped Kelly's waist with his forelegs, with his long, pink cock jutting forward. The attending slave reached down and helped glide the glistening erection into the girl's waiting sex and then the dog took over, pounding furiously into the sobbing and wailing slavegirl.

Meredith shut her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. Alana looked on as her owner was raped by a dog and also shook her head in disbelief. "It sure doesn't pay to win around here," she thought.

Kelly continued to struggle to no avail as the black lab continued to thrust into her. Some of the diners arose from their seats and came forward to get a better view. One of the mistresses who Alana had never seen before started toying with one of Alana's nipples, rolling it and stretching it as she watched the dog taking the future mistress in the rack. One of the masters dropped his pants and thrust his cock into Meredith's steamy sex, craning his head to the side to be able to watch the bestiality scene. Yet another master unzipped his pants and positioned his cock at Kelly's mouth. With the O-gag holding her mouth open, she was totally defenseless. With one thrust, Kelly found herself deep-throating someone.

The dog kept pumping and soon started growling. This scared Kelly almost out of her skin. All she could see was a bunch of pubic hair coming at her and then retreating but the dog seemed to be getting out of hand and nobody was coming to her rescue.

Soon after her moment of fear, however, the dog let out a yelp and Kelly felt the sperm shooting into her vagina. The dog collapsed on top of her with his front legs wrapped around her to wait until his knot freed him.

The cock in her mouth, however, was another matter. It kept sliding slowly in and impaling her throat before sliding back out to her lips. She decided to use some of what she had learned earlier from Mistress Gretchen and brought her tongue into action. Within a few more plunges, she had coaxed a climax out of her oral rapist and tasted the salty cum as it slid across her tongue and down her throat.

After dinner, the three girls were led as a coffle to the tiny room where they would sleep. There was a mattress on the floor and nothing else in the room. They sighed as they saw the Spartan surroundings and then sighed again when they heard the door being locked from the outside.

Despite the awkwardness of shifting positions caused by the way they were linked together by the chain, Alana and Meredith laid a dazed Kelly on the mattress between them. Alana cuddled up against Kelly's back, pressing her body against the teenager and spooned with her. She reached around her owner and cupped a breast, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Meredith laid down and backed up against Kelly to create another spoon. Then she reached back, and pulled Kelly's hand to her breast, holding it there. The unstated goal of the two older slaves was to keep the youngest slave warm and to give her comfort.