The Vassal Academy Ch. 03 page 2

"Jeannette, oh Hello Diane." Devon said entering the room. "Jeannette, let's get Diane some paperwork to fill out to get her on payroll. Also, let's get her a blue collar, she's not a trainee anymore, well she is, but she's staff, so blue's right for her." Devon sat the box down. "Since I can't seem to keep you in clothes, and that means you have a hard time holding onto a radio, I ordered radios that would be easier for you and the other slaves."

Jeannette smiled and lowered her head sheepishly. She hated clothes, and Master knew she did. "Yes Master."

"The radios are watches too, rather bulky it seems, but charge up and work on the frequencies we use. There are six in here, and more will be on the way if these work fairly well. Sometime today, test them from one end of the house to the other. Make sure they work everywhere, and the signal isn't blocked." Devon ordered.

"Yes Master." Jeannette said nodding positively.

"I'm expecting a fax shortly, when it arrives make sure I get it. If it hasn't before the two of you start running around doing Dick Tracy imitations, let me know you're running about will you?" Devon said.

"Yes Master." Jeannette said.

"That's all then, see what these watches are like and if you think they'll work for us." Devon ordered and then turned back to his office.

Jeannette opened the box and took the first smaller box out. Handing one to Diane she took one herself. Diane opened the box and found bulky damn wrist watch. It had a small digital display and a bunch of buttons. She affixed it to her wrist and decided it wasn't too heavy.

"Why do we need radios?" Diane asked.

"In case Master wants us, so he doesn't have to look all over for us. He just says on the radio, Jeannette get your ass over here and I come running."

Diane nodded. "OK, so they all have regular walkie talking things, and since we're naked, we get science fiction wrist watches."

Jeannette nodded. "Yep, it says they can charge over night plugged in, no problem there, our rooms have outlets for stuff like that. Then they should work all day. I guess that depends on how much you talk on them."

"I guess." Diane said. "I think mine says it's got a three quarters battery. Or it says that the time is three quarters. I'm not sure."

Jeannette laughed. "Ok, set yours to five, and let's test these out shall we?"

Diane did so after a time and finally said. "Ok, I have a five in the channel window, and the volume set for three."

Jeannette pushed a button that said talk and was rewarded immediately with feedback screeching out of Diane's watch. "OK, they work." She said releasing the button. "Go to the training floor, and then the trainee sleeping floor. Call me from a couple of the rooms as far from here as you can get, and I'll wait for Master's fax."

Diane got up and walked away after agreeing and sent off towards the training floors. They tested the radios and found that in the farthest rooms, the signal was just a little weak, but was readable. In the stairwell, Diane looked down, she hadn't been in a basement yet, and decided that would be good. She doubted that they would work through the walls of the basement but decided to test anyway. Stopping at the bottom of the stairs she tried to call Jeannette.

"God, where are you, it sounds like you're on the moon." Jeannette's voice crackled weakly and distorted by static, but understandable.

"Basement, below the training area. The Dungeon is what it looks like."

"Yeah, we've got our answer, come on back." Jeannette said.

Diane walked back to the admin area and found about a dozen papers on the desk she was sitting at. _

"Employment forms, you know, to keep the feds and state happy." Jeannette said. "Fill them out and we'll get your pay started."

Diane sighed and sat down. She frowned when she was asked for her bank information for the direct deposit if her pay and said. "Jeannette. My bank stuff is in my purse, in my car. Am I allowed to go get it?"

"Of course, and you can move some of your personal items up into your room. Go ahead and do that whenever you want today. We're not going to get any training done. We've got other stuff to do."

Diane set that form aside and started on the rest. State tax form, federal tax form, and employment contract. She would be a contract employee, which meant that at any time either party could end the contract.

Jeannette heard the fax machine start to print and she went to it. The papers landed in a tray and she gathered and looked at them to make sure this was what Master wanted. It had taken longer than he had seemed to indicate. There was a total of five pages. Two were resume information, and two were a letter, with a cover letter to indicate that a total of five pages, including the cover, were to be transmitted.

Jeannette took the documents to Master Devon and handed them to him and returned to her computer to search for information on potential clients. Devon glanced at the letter and then started on the Resume. It was filled out for a job as a paramedic, highlighting her experience as a medic, especially the nature of injuries and ailments she had treated. However the letter was more interesting as he looked at it again.

Master Devon,

I apologize for taking the time to write this, I know you instructed me to fax my resume, the obvious and unspoken intent was for it to be sent right away. The Resume is really intended for a job I was trying to get as a paramedic with the Boston Fire Department, and is geared that way. I'm far more interested in seeing your facility, and if it is even close to what was represented to me on the phone, and by Cathy, I'm certain I'd rather be there.

Devon read the letter twice and decided to have Geneva checked out. It was possible she was telling the truth, and doubtful that the police would send someone to infiltrate the staff this early, however it was a new world that Devon was working in, new to him, and he decided to be very careful. Picking up his own radio he called Jeannette, and told her to add this name to the list, and run her through the various databases. Jeannette took the resume and left.

Devon returned to reviewing what Jeannette and Diane had found already. News stories about David's business dealing mostly. Nothing on Cathy so far. David however was a trust fund kid who apparently didn't fall far from the tree regarding business sense anyway. It appeared as though the mutual fund managed by him was quite successful. Devon punched the mutual fund into the computer and read the last few stories about the fund. It was rated a four out of five star fund. It's returns were not as high as some others, but it's track record, the history over the last few years, was consistently at about twelve percent.

David was either a good businessman, or smart enough to know he wasn't, and lucky enough to hire someone who was good and let them run it. Devon wondered which it was. David certainly didn't have experience in training slaves, and had allowed his ego to get him into trouble in the bet about Diane's abilities. Devon sent an email to Dominique with links to what he'd found and information on the potential client.

Diane finished filling out her forms, and gave them back to Jeannette who made copies, and put the copies into a large sheet sized envelope after writing personnel on the front.

Diane punched the name Geneva Price into the news program and had a hundred thousand hits in minutes. OK, so she put Geneva Price and Army into the search block and found five stories. She looked and saw it appeared to be the right one and she started printing the stories out. One included a decent picture of the woman in full combat gear in Iraq. She saved the picture and printed the story leaving the picture in the story.

Jeannette said. "OK, take that stuff and give it to Master Devon please."

"Sure Jeannette." Diane did so and Devon asked her to wait a moment.

"Diane, you seemed panicked when I told you that your body, your entire body would belong to us. Was there a problem before?"

"Master." Diane began and then hesitated. "My former partner, the lesbian, used to tell me how much anal sex would hurt, and it wasn't to be considered ever."

Devon nodded. "Thank you for sharing that. We start you off small. You'll spend an entire day with a very small plug inserted. If you have no problem from that, in a day or two, allowing time to recover, we'll insert a larger plug. We'll do this to get you used to the idea, and accustomed to the feel of that hole being used." Devon waved a hand. "We'll go slow, because such fear is attached to things we don't understand, or haven't experienced. I used Jeannette anally last night, ask her how she enjoyed it."

"Yes Master, I'll do that. Thank you Master." Diane said hoping to get out.

"Diane, one other question, is there anything you feel like you are missing or anything that you think you'd like?" Devon asked smiling slightly. He had an idea, and thought she would too.

"Master, I'm happy to serve." Diane said.

"Oh, well I thought you might request the arousal table, partially in reward for your efforts over the last week, I know it was difficult." Devon said.

Diane looked at the doorway briefly, and then softly said. "Master, that table, does it really exist?"

Devon raised his radio again and said. "Andre, please meet Diane in training room four. I believe she's earned a spin on the table don't you?"

The radio crackled to life and Andre said. "Yes, I believe you're right, a spin on the table would certainly be a fitting reward for her representing us so well Devon. I'm on my way."

Devon looked up and said. "Tell Jeannette to fax these two news stories and the fax we received to Dominique. Then report to training room four."

Taking the papers from Devon she flushed in embarrassment and said. "Yes Master." Then she hurried from the room to the office where Jeannette was sitting and grinning widely. "Master Devon said to fax these two news stories, and the resume' and letter, to Dominique."

"Oh, I thought he might be sending you to the Arousal table." Jeannette said grinning.

"That's next." Diane said blushing. "Is it really that good Jeannette?"

"Oh yes." Jeannette said. "Let me know what you think about it."

Diane rushed from the office and through the central area to the training wing. She saw Master Andre entering a room down the hall and she approached it trying to appear calm and in control. Entering the room she wondered if she was supposed to report or something.

"Ah Diane, good. Hop up on the table and I'll get it set up." Andre said.

"Yes Master." Diane said. God, Andre was such a great looking guy. Muscular, and handsome. However this was a little humiliating. She sat on the table and hesitated. Andre turned on a couple computer consoles and then turned back.

"OK, legs into the stirrups, and relax." Andre said.

Diane settled into the stirrups and Andre began to strap her in. "This is to keep you from hurting yourself. We've never lost anyone to the arousal table." Andre finished and Diane was lewdly displayed for him. She was horny, but this was a bit more humiliating than she was used to.

Andre tapped a couple buttons and then approached her with a probe he was smearing with a lubricant. He gently inserted into her pussy, and then adjusted a couple straps. Diane already felt disappointed. It wasn't a very big vibrator, and couldn't possibly bring the kind of pleasure that Jeannette had described. Andre finalized her immobilization by carefully running a large nylon strap across her chest, and making sure it was across her breasts. Diane was unable to move more than an inch total.

Andre tapped another button and said. "Enjoy this slave, you've earned this reward."

Diane felt the vibrator start to work. It would vibrate up a scale, pulse, and the shaft would spin around inside her. The tip would wiggle pushing her here and there. Oh, that's actually kind of nice. Diane tried to relax and then the probe stopped. She looked to Andre in question and he had a wicked grin on his face.

"It's all right, it will do that from time to time, totally automatic." Andre said. "Oh, I almost forgot your gag. It's sort of customary you see, it keeps you from distracting the other trainees." Then he put a ball gag into her mouth and strapped it into place. It was held in by a piece of elastic and really couldn't be pushed out of her mouth by just her tongue.

Diane felt the probe start again and her eyes glazed over. She was in heaven, then she was in purgatory, and finally, she was in hell. The damn probe wouldn't let her cum. No one had told her the thing had a sensor to know when she started to tense in preparation of an orgasm. Every time she was close, the thing would stop. She couldn't move enough to try and rub her clit with the little probe that sat right there. God it was so fucking frustrating. It was constantly changing, so she couldn't ignore it, and she had no idea of time.

Jeannette worked in the office grinning widely. She knew the torture that Diane was going through right now. This model was different than the one she was first given. The tip of the probe moved, and the straps across the breasts had small electrical contacts. Master would push a button, and the electrical contacts would activate, and send a mild shock of electricity to push the slave over the edge. Mistress Roberta had tried this one and come out of it shaky for the rest of the day. Jeannette had tried it out and was begging master to beat her to death rather than leave her in it's grips any longer. When master had pushed the button Jeannette's mind had exploded.

Devon leaned down allowing his face to be seen by Diane. She'd been on the table for an hour, much longer and she just might go insane. Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes. She was in hell, tortured by constantly being denied an orgasm. Her arousal level was probably as high as it was going to get, always pushed a little higher by the machine, never allowing her to go across the mountain peak, and it was a mountain by now. "Slave, what's wrong? You don't seem to be enjoying this? Haven't you come yet?"

Diane furiously shook her head and pleaded with Devon to please take her over the top. No more teasing, please she needed this. She was desperate. Her words were muffled and indistinguishable and she couldn't form even please properly.

"Diane, you can come, but you need our help. Would you like to come now slave?" Devon asked slowly and sensuously. He refrained from smiling at Diane's nodding head. He had already seen that the straps across her breasts were intact, and in position. "Then come for me now." Devon said and pushed the button. Small electrical currents passed through her clit and her breasts, and Devon watched Diane come.

Diane didn't know it, but the screaming in her head was also from her throat. Stars of a thousand galaxies of every shade of color exploded in her mind. She bucked and strained on the table. Her pelvis trying to jerk with the waves of pleasure running down every fiber of her body. Diane tried to focus her eyes as the Vibrator ran up a scale again and spun inside her. She had time to think Oh God before Devon again gave the command, and pushed a button. Diane bucked against the straps again as another orgasm washed over her, her head lolled to the side and her ears had stopped working, there was a rushing sound that filled her mind.

She opened her eyes to a faraway voice. Master Devon's voice. She looked up at him, love and pleasure mixing within her belly. She focused on his words, trying to understand them.

"Slave, can you hear me?" Devon asked.

Diane nodded her head slowly, trying to coordinate her movements. She heard the words again, and her mind exploded again. "Slave, come for me now."

Diane's limbs felt like they were being torn from her. She bucked and strained against the straps. Drool ran down her cheeks, sweat poured from her. She was dying from climaxes. She opened her eyes once to view Devon, who tenderly stroked her cheeks and then he hit the button again. Diane passed out from pleasure.

Diane came to some time later, the clock said it was two, she assumed in the afternoon. She was in her room, and the door was open. Jeannette stuck her head in and smiled at her showing a huge knowing smile.

Diane shifted on her bed and tried to move. Her limbs were like lead, they didn't want to respond. The memory of those climaxes was incredible, experiencing them was a mind blowing mind numbing event. She heard Jeannette's voice. She focused. "We've found that after you've undergone the table, you're pretty much useless, so you're released for all duties for the day. Just relax, and I'm going to help you to the bathroom. Chef has a plate ready for you since you missed lunch."

"What?" Diane said, trying to comprehend the words. Lunch? Bathroom?

Jeannette smiled knowingly. She had been there and knew just how Diane felt. Reaching her hand out she helped Diane to her feet and then supported her to the bathroom. She waited while Diane took care of nature, and then helped her to the sink and supported her back to the room. She sat in the chair smiling at Diane for a bit, and then went to get the small bowl of stew that Diane would need to survive this day.

Diane lay back feeling an euphoria that she had never known. Oh this was better than any drug, better than any drink, and Diane would do anything, and she meant anything if Master Devon would put her on the table just once more before she died.

She floated, not asleep, not awake, until she smelled food. Jeannette was setting up a small stand, and putting the tray on it still smiling. Diane smiled too, this was wonderful. She sat up and ate some food, and then floated off again to sleep. Jeannette returned to the office and went back to work. Diane would sleep most of the afternoon away, floating on clouds of euphoria.

She woke to find Jeannette in the room. "Ok, it's time for dinner, and we're eating with the rest of the staff."

Diane tried to move and her limbs still felt sluggish and wooden. She tried to shake the feeling as she rose and walked with Jeannette. She couldn't move fast, and Jeannette wasn't urging her to hurry for once. Walking downstairs she held onto the handrail for balance. She entered the dining room and sat where she was told to. She could hear conversation, but it was hard to follow. The world seemed very far away right now.

Turning to her left she found Master Thomas sitting there. She looked down and saw a plate of food and she was suddenly starving. It was some roast pork, new potato's, peas, and a glass of fruit juice. There was a roll as well. Diane started to eat, and felt her strength and focus return as she ate. She realized with a start that everyone was done, but she was still working on her plate. She tried to hurry but that made her motions jerky.

"Slave Diane, take your time, everyones like this after the table." Thomas said beside her. The others were chatting amiably and Diane finally finished the plate.

She sat and waited like everyone else. Jeannette was sitting across from her still smiling knowingly and even Mistress Roberta seemed to be smiling in conspiratorial glee.

"OK, since I can see that Diane has rejoined us mere mortals again, I wanted to say that we're liable to have some clients visiting this week. In fact, I've already got appointments with three potential Masters who want us to train slaves for them." Devon began and Diane focused carefully on his words. "We've got a hell of a program here, and all we have to do is let them see the truth of it, and we'll be set up just fine. We have a Doctor who's available on call now. Dominique has set up a deal with a new Doctor who's starving to provide house calls as needed."
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