The Vassal Academy Ch. 02 page 2

"Great, I love the chicken stew." Jeannette said and picked up a tray and took it to the table. She sat and took the spoon and began eating quickly. "Hurry up, we're not supposed to take too long at lunch."

Diane began to eat, she was kind of hungry, but she had a hard time since she kept looking at the doors to see if anyone was watching her. "How do you do it? I mean, how do you walk around naked all the time?"

"What do you mean? I'm a slave Diane, this is what we wear." Jeannette said pointing at her collar. "Mine's red, the only red one here. I'm the house slave, the number one slave. We have five masters, but only one red collar." Jeannette said with obvious pride.

Jeannette finished her bowl and returned the tray to the table. She looked anxiously at the clock. "Come on Diane, hurry."

Diane took the tray and half the stew and put it on the counter. She followed Jeannette to the hallway with the training rooms and down the hall they went. In front of another door Jeannette opened it and entered. "Master Thomas, I've got Diane."

"On time too, good Jeannette. I see you've lost clothes again."

"Yes Master. We were late for Mistress Rebecca."

Diane saw that Thomas was about five foot ten, and wearing a white shirt over dark slacks. The room was a nightmare though. There were at least a dozen different plastic or rubber replicas of male and female sex organs. Each one along a wall had a monitor just above the sex organ, and seemed to be about the right height if you were kneeling before it. To confirm this, there were small pillows before most of the stations. Diane tried to cover herself with her hands as she peered at the sexual items.

"OK, Jeannette, why don't you review at station twelve while Diane here gets her start at number one." Thomas said.

"Yes Master." Jeannette said and walked down the room. She knelt before a huge male unit; it had to be at least ten inches long. She tapped the screen and began to suck it and then suddenly swallowed the entire length as though it was only a few inches long. A green light activated on top of the monitor and Jeannette shifted position to lick along the underside.

Thomas was watching Diane as she watched Jeannette. "Impressive isn't she?"

"What?" Diane asked and suddenly realized that she hadn't been paying attention to Master Thomas she lowered her head and said. "Sorry Master, I've never seen anything like this room before."

"I understand, and will forgive you this time." Thomas said. "I'm going to be teaching you basic oral arts this week. You'll begin at station one. Each station is set up to be more difficult than the one before. Station one is the easiest." Leading her to the first station she knelt before what appeared to be a set of thighs and a woman's pussy. Thomas tapped the screen and the image on it was of cartoon hands parting the folds gently.

Diane looked at the screen in confusion. Thomas saw this and said. "Do what the screen does, it's going to show you where to touch, and where to lick and how to do it. Then you do it. The model has sensors in it that feedback to the computer. When you accomplish one task, you move along."

Diane placed her hands alongside the plastic pussy and the screen changed to show a tongue licking along the mons. Diane did this and the screen changed again. Diane followed the screens directions and in about fifteen minutes had reached "Task Complete."

"Excellent, you've done that in very good time." Thomas said.

Diane looked down the aisle and saw Jeannette had left. "Uh, yeah. I was a lesbian for a long time."

"You're bi sexual now slave." Thomas said. "Oh, ten lashes for forgetting to call me Master."

Diane winced and nodded. "Sorry Master."

Thomas led her to station two. "Let's see what you can do with this."

Station two was a male cock, about five inches long, and standing proudly out from the wall. Diane knelt as Master Thomas tapped the screen and Diane started to follow the directions again.

She kept working at it, but the screen would flash red letters at her. "SUCK HARDER" and then suddenly it said "USE MORE TONGUE TO PRESS TO ROOF OF MOUTH"

Thomas was watching her and said. "I can see you don't have much experience with this. Love the cock, the same way you love the cunt slave."

Taking her mouth from the male member she nodded "Yes Master." She returned to the task and after more than two hours, her mouth hurt. Her tongue was tired, and she was about sucked clean out.

"That's enough for today slave. We'll start at this tomorrow." Thomas said.

Diane nodded. "Yes Master."

"Go to the dining room, and get something to drink. Then go upstairs and find Jeannette and help her with the cleaning chores." Thomas ordered. "Wait, I almost forgot your lashes."

Diane had forgotten them too. She lowered her head and nodded it at the same time. "Yes Master."

Thomas walked to his own umbrella stand and selected a small riding crop. "Hands behind your head, stand straight."

Diane remembered Jeannette taking the flogging at the club, and assumed pretty much the same position. The crop sang and her ass exploded in pain. She yelped and jumped. She started to lower her hands and was stopped by a shouted "Hands slave." from Thomas. She put them back and interlaced her fingers. The crop sang nine more times and she was weeping openly before it was over.

"That's enough for now slave, go do as I told you." Thomas ordered.

"Yes master, thank you master." Diane said. Remembering what Jeannette has said she then said. "Thank you for punishing me master."

"Good, go now." Thomas said and Diane rushed from the room. She hustled down the hallway and into the dining room. She got a glass and drank two full glasses of water. Then she headed upstairs and found Jeannette running a dust mop down the hallway.

"Hi Diane, did you do number two?" Jeannette asked in greeting.

"No, and I got ten lashes for forgetting to call Thomas Master." Diane said wiping her eyes. "Where's the bathroom. I really have to pee."

Jeannette nodded and said. "I know, the slave bathroom is on this floor. There's another one downstairs too." Jeannette took her to the door and pointed. It said bathroom on the brass plaque and followed Diane in.

Diane blinked at the bathroom. Six toilets, no stall walls at all. The toilet paper was hanging by the wall, and there were six sinks lined up across from the toilets. On the other side, a large open area shower was obvious. Jeannette passed her by and walked to one of the toilets and sat down. She started to pee in a moment and then wiped herself and stood up walking to the sink to wash up.

"What's wrong Diane?" Jeannette asked.

"There aren't any stalls." Diane said. "Let me guess, guys will be using this too."

"Yeah, but don't worry. They're too busy to pay attention to us. We all are. Come on, we have work to do. Slaves always have more work to do." Jeannette said.

Devon sat back and listened to Thomas's report on Diane. "So she's very good with females, her time as a lesbian no doubt, but utterly inexperienced at males?"

"Yeah boss, frankly, you can't lose this bet. There's no way she can do anything but improve. She was getting red warnings all the way through. I finally stopped her because any more and she'd get too discouraged." Thomas said.

"I talked to Rebecca already, she says the girl has some desire to please, but is very modest, and shy." Devon said.

"Yeah, she tries to hide herself. We never had this problem before." Thomas said smiling.

"I know, but now we're doing this differently. She's cleaning with Jeannette now right?"

"Yeah, I sent her up right away." Thomas said.

Devon nodded. "I talked to Dominique who got the story on the girl. She tends to follow a crowd into the VIP, but is otherwise broke. She lost her job about two weeks ago when the store she worked at burned down." Devon swiveled and looked out the window. "Do you think she'd make a good house slave?"

"I don't know boss. She's real inexperienced, but it's like she wants to please, but doesn't know how. A couple months ago, I'd have said put her back in the chair, but that's out now."

"Yeah, it is. We're not making robots anymore. We're making slaves by choice." Devon said. "It means more psychology, and less technology." He turned around smiling. "Rebecca said that Jeannette lost clothes again."

Thomas laughed. "I think she does it on purpose, too long running around naked. Doesn't feel comfortable dressed anymore."

Devon nodded his own smile evident. "Well let's see what we can do to give them back to her." Shrugging he said. "Perhaps in a day or two."

Diane was polishing the brass plaques on the second floor with Jeannette. She realized that Jeannette was much further along than she was, and glanced at the door across that Jeannette had done. It was just as shiny as the one she had done. Diane suddenly realized with a start she had forgotten she was naked. "Shit."

"What is it Diane?" Jeannette asked.

"I forgot I was nude." Diane answered.

"Like I said, we're slaves. We're supposed to be like this." Jeannette said.

Jeannette finished her side and started back up Diane's side to help her finish. Then she put the cleaning stuff away and they washed their hands to get the chemical stuff off of it. Jeannette said. "Dinner's probably about ready. Since I'm up here, they won't send someone for us."

Diane followed Jeannette to the dining hall and noticed that Jeannette took her time at dinner. "Aren't we in a hurry now?"

"No, we're done with our chores tonight. So we can relax a little bit." Jeannette looked around and said softly. "Want to go to my room and listen to my radio?"

"You have a radio in your room?" Diane asked astounded.

"Yeah, Master Devon got it for me when we arrived. He said I was allowed to listen to it whenever I want, so long as my chores are done."

"What about me? Won't I get in trouble?"

Jeannette shook her head. "No, as long as I'm there, I'm the one that will get in trouble. It should be OK though. You're only here for a week, so they won't be so strict with you."

"How bad does it get, if you're here longer?"

Jeannette shrugged. "As bad as you want it to be. Your behavior controls your punishment."

Diane thought that made a lot of sense. She followed Jeannette upstairs and instead of turning left turned right towards the staff hall. She walked down past a number of doors, a few were cracked open, and the sounds of a TV came from a room down the hall. Jeannette stopped at one and opened it. Diane looked at the plaque and it said "Slave Jeannette."

Diane followed her in and found a bed, with a full sized mattress, a dresser, and a closet. A wooden chair and on the windowsill, a small boom box style radio. Jeannette sat on the bed, which was made with a quilt and cotton sheets, and turned the radio on low.

Diane sat on the chair and saw Jeannette sit and close her eyes, and just float along with the music. The small window looked over the ocean, and Diane saw it was dark, and the day was over. She listened to a couple songs and suddenly felt very tired. She began to blink fast and found she was jerking her head as she drifted off in the chair.

"Come on, let's get you to your room." Jeannette said. "Sorry, no sheets or blankets, but the rooms are warm enough all night. You'll be fine."

Diane followed Jeannette back to her own room and walked in. She sat on the futon and then lay down. Soon she was asleep, the day had been long and emotionally draining.

The lights suddenly came on and Diane was completely lost. She took several seconds to remember where she was. She had slept pretty well on the futon, she quickly sat up and then her door opened and Jeannette was there.

"Morning Diane, come on, we have to get cleaned up before breakfast, and then you have Ballet." Jeannette said.

"Hi Jeannette." Diane said following her to the bathroom. Jeannette used the toilet, and then was in the shower while Diane tried to relax enough to empty her bowels. Jeannette was brushing her teeth with a toothbrush and brushing her hair while Diane showered quickly. At the sink, she found a toothbrush and a hairbrush. She used both and then followed Jeannette out to the hallway.

"You really have to pick up the pace in there. We don't have enough time to worry about privacy or modesty. That's for the Masters, not us." Jeannette said.

"Sorry, I'm just not used to the barrack style of life yet." Diane said.

"You'll get used to it. Slaves are always on a schedule, and our schedule is set by the Masters." Jeannette said. "Isn't that the most awesome thing? Knowing that what you have to do is already worked out for you. So you get to just do it and not worry."

"I guess. You seem awful chipper this morning." Diane said with a sly grin.

"Yeah, well Master Andre saw me in the hall after I dropped you off, and invited me in for a little romp. He's wonderful in the sack. Always gives out lots of orgasms." Jeannette said smiling.

Diane shook her head in amazement. "Does everyone fuck you?"

"Yeah, now and then. They also fuck one another at times." Jeannette said. "Since I'm the only slave right now, I'm the only one who can be commanded that way."

Diane found a small bowl with scrambled eggs with bacon in it on a tray with a piece of toast and a glass of orange juice. She sat with Jeannette and asked a question she had thought of. "You say that you're the only slave, like there's going to be more, are there?"

"Yeah, Master Devon said that we'll take on another four house slaves, to help with the training and housekeeping. I'll still be the lead slave, and they'll work for me on the cleaning detail."

"So do you get paid or what?"

"Sure, wouldn't be legal otherwise. House slaves get five hundred a week plus room and board and clothes, when they're allowed to have them. The money is deposited into a savings account, and managed as a trust. Slaves don't need money you see. We get a week of optional vacation, if we want it. We also get training and sex." Jeannette said smiling.

Diane thought about that. "So you get five hundred a week into a savings account? Forgive me, but how do you know it's really in the account?"

"Easy, it's all online. You can log in any time, and check your balance. You also have to pay taxes, and that's done through the lawyers that oversee everything in New York. So every week you get the money deposited into your account, and you can use any computer in the office downstairs to check it." Jeannette said. "I checked mine last week, and there was over two thousand dollars in it, all earning interest."

"So when you leave here, you'll just get your money and what, retire?"

"I guess, I don't know really. I don't want to think about leaving Master." Jeannette said. "I know I'll probably have to one day, but I think I'll die about the same time."

Diane thought about the money. In her apartment in New York, she had about four hundred a week after paying rent and that didn't include food costs. In New York, four hundred goes almost nowhere. You still have to pay to travel, be it by bus or subway. You have to buy food, and even if you eat in most days and nights, it doesn't leave much left to spend on fun.

Jeannette put her tray back and Diane finished her juice and did the same.

"OK Diane, you've got to go to Ballet, and I've got to go clean the bathroom we used. See you around later." Jeannette said. "Ballet is right that way, same place as yesterday. Bathroom on this floor is right under the one above." Then Jeannette was gone in a flash up the stairs to start cleaning.

Diane walked to the ballet room and entered. Mistress Rebecca was waiting for her and looked up at the clock. "Good girl, you're on time today. Not a bad start. Let's review, your walk and your kneeling first, then we'll move along shall we?"

Diane got the cane right away until she stopped trying to cover herself, and then moved along. This time after kneeling, she got the slave mouth command, and was corrected until she got the position right. Then she walked some more, with minor corrections, and knelt and slave mouth again.

"Not bad today slave. I'll report to Master Devon that you're trying, and suggest that you be given a blanket for your bed." Rebecca said.

"Thank you Mistress." Diane answered with her head down. A blanket, Diane was surprised at how proud she felt that Mistress Rebecca thought she'd earned a blanket.

"Now off to lunch with you slave. After lunch, you're in oral arts." Rebecca said and shooed her out of the training room.

Diane hustled to the dining room and was surprised that Jeannette wasn't there yet. She took a tray that the cook was laying out and she went to eat. She had learned that you had just enough time to do something, and not one minute more.

She was almost done with her meal when Jeannette came in. "Hi Diane."

"Hey Jeannette. Running late?"

"No. Master Devon had me filing some stuff, so after lunch I just go back and clean up the downstairs training rooms and then I'm done for the day."

Diane glanced at the clock and saw she had been in the dining room for almost twenty minutes. She guessed that Master Thomas would be most unhappy if she was late. "Got to run, am off to Oral Arts next."

"Have fun Diane." Jeannette said as she started to eat.

Diane hustled to the bathroom and used it quickly and then off to Oral Arts to try again at station two.

Thomas coached her this time, and she started to see green lights as she worked the model. "Green lights mean you're doing it right, and can move on." Thomas explained.

Diane worked at it for a long time, getting a few green lights, but no flashing task complete signal. Thomas called her away. "Diane, you're still not loving on the cock."

"Sorry Master, I'm trying." Diane began.

Thomas waved that away angrily. "No you're not. If you were trying, you'd be past number two now. Wait here." He went to the hallway and looked up and down. Then he called "Jeannette?"

There was no answer and he came back in and frowned. "She's out of clothes now, so she won't have a radio for me to call her. Damn." Then he said. "Move aside slave."

Diane moved aside and Thomas knelt before the station. "You don't understand this task because you're still thinking of this as a machine. It's a training aide, because if you were practicing on me all day I'd end up with a chapped dick."

Diane giggled slightly under her breath at that idea. "Yes Master."

"Good, now here's the thing. You aren't doing this as a chore, or you shouldn't. You should be doing this to please and tease the master. Remember, a slave's only desire is to serve, and please the master." Thomas then began to lick and caress the cock with his mouth. He almost immediately got flashing green lights and within six minutes, had gotten "Task Completed."

He knelt back in a comfortable variation of the slaves kneeling pose. "Now, you see, it's a pleasure to serve, a pleasure to serve the master. All we're doing is teaching you the techniques, how to serve the master properly."

"Master, forgive me, I assumed that you didn't. I mean, I didn't think that masters did that." Diane said flustered.

Thomas smiled. "I was a slave before I was a trainer. We all were. Where we were trained, they believed you couldn't be a good trainer unless you've been a great slave." Then he became sterner. "Which means we know when you're fooling around or slacking off, because we did that too." Rising he pointed at the station. "I want some green lights."

"Yes Master, thank you for explaining Master." Diane said as she hustled before the station and began again. This time, she worked harder, focusing only on pleasing the master, and ignoring the fact that the master in this case was a machine. She suddenly stopped and stared at the screen in confusion. It said "Task Complete."

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