The Vassal Academy Ch. 06 page 3

"Oh Miss, this feels so good. Oh thank you." Geneva said as she ground her hips into her hands. "Please miss, may I pinch my nipples?"

Ann rolled her eyes and said. "Of course."

When Ann had gotten her eyes under control and stopped looking at her hair growing she saw Devon, he wasn't watching Geneva, he was watching her. Turning her gaze from him she was again looking at Geneva who was squirming on the table at the far end.

"Oh Miss, I'm so close, please let me come." Geneva said from the end of the table.


Ann looked at Devon to ask him if he was insane and saw him shaking his head. He held up three fingers and Ann understood she was supposed to make Geneva ask three times. She almost said yes but Devon whispered. "Part of her training, it'll make the orgasm better for her."

Ann said loudly. "No, er. Not yet."

"Oh Miss. Please, I'm going insane here. I need to come. Please let me come."

Devon shook his head again and whispered. "Be commanding. Tell her she better not yet."

"No, you better not come yet." Ann said. Although she wasn't sure why.

Geneva wailed her despair and now begged loudly. "Please Miss. I can't hold it any longer, I can't take it. Please let me come. I'm going to come, please Miss."

Devon nodded and Ann said. "Very well, you may come." Ann buried her face in her hands as Geneva exploded on the end of the table. She rocked side to side as she climaxed and her juices leaked down her crack to the table. Ann refused to watch this. It was humiliating for her to be in the room with the poor girl.

Devon nodded once in approval and watched as the orgasm subsided.

Geneva started to sit up and lick her fingers clean. She was already thanking Ann. "Oh thank you miss, I've needed that so badly. Oh thank you Miss. That was wonderful. Once I'm out of phase one, I'll be happy to do anything you want me to. I'll be good Miss, please believe me."

Ann was humiliated, for herself, for the girl. She waved a hand and said "That's all right."

"Yes, little slave. That's just fine. You got lucky, and found a loophole in our rules. You got lucky and got an orgasm. If you're going to run around begging every stranger that comes by for one, I may not chain you up to my bed at night after all." Rebecca said.

"Oh Mistress, I didn't mean to offend you, I only wanted to thank Miss Clark." Geneva said. "I'm sorry Mistress. Please forgive me."

"Well, I'm a forgiving and considering Mistress. I may yet let you sleep on the floor of my room." Rebecca said and then glanced at the clock. "It's time for class, get to Ballet or this will be the only climax you have for the next week."

"Yes Mistress." Geneva said and hustled out of the room towards class. She left her toga behind.

Devon waved a hand and the plates disappeared and left the coffee service. Ann was glaring at him. "What was that all about?"

"To show you how important it is to be a considerate Master. That's Geneva's version of slavery." Devon said. "She's wanted to do that for days now. She needs to perform like that."

"That's sick."

"I don't know. So long as we keep her in the house during these performances, I don't see anything wrong. Of course we'll have to clean the table thoroughly, Do you think you forced her?"

"No, I didn't force her." Ann said. "I let her."

"So you're a nice person." Andre said. "You let a slave perform who needed to do just that."

"You've screwed up her head so bad it'll never be right again." Ann countered.

"She had that vision of Slavery before she came here. She has been begging for it. That's part of the reason we have her doing double Ballet. To push her to phase two so she can with permission." Thomas said. "We've had to adapt to her version for now, to get her trained up in service and adjust her views in time."

"What's that supposed to mean, adjust her views in time." Ann countered.

"You think we humiliated her, degraded her." Devon said.

"Of course."

"Ok, for the first time, it was humiliating. Perhaps she'd find it humiliating the second time. Do you think she'll be humiliated the tenth time, or the twentieth?" Devon asked.


"Probably not." Ann allowed.

"Then she'll be doing it for love, instead of the need to humiliate herself. She told me that when she heard of this place, she masturbated, and shoved her underwear in her mouth. She did it to degrade herself." Devon said.

"That's horrible." Ann said shocked.

"Yes. If she wasn't here, she'd be finding someone out there who would degrade her. and keep upping the tasks until he hurt, or scarred her mentally. Here, she's safe. We'll push her, and slowly change her view of slavery, and her view of herself. We'll give her the pride all the time you saw in her when she was serving us dinner." Andre said. "It's going to take weeks, perhaps even several months."

"What if she leaves you all, after you've trained her." Ann asked.

"Then she leaves, but she leaves with a much different view of her chosen lifestyle, and herself. She will reject Master's who try and subject her to the degradation for their own pleasure. She'll seek out a Master who will care for her, love her, and accept her service with the same grace as she performs it."

"That's insane." Ann said.

"Would you masturbate like that?" Devon asked. "Before you say no, imagine this, what price would it take to get you to do it. A million dollars perhaps?"

"Never." Ann answered.

"Don't be silly." Andre said waving it away. "We all have a price."

"Never." Ann repeated.

Devon leaned back. "You have a distorted view of pride. You believe pride comes from without, we believe it comes from within."

"I'm through with this, and with you. If you'll excuse me, I have to go get fired from my job in the morning. I'd like a good nights sleep so I can enjoy it." Ann said.

Devon shrugged. "The gate will be expecting you tomorrow."

"I won't be here, I'll be looking for a job." Ann said angrily.

"I'm sorry about that, I did try and help." Devon said. "Good luck Ann."

Ann stormed out of the house and drove away in a huff. She waited impatiently at the gate for the guard to open it. Once it was open, she was out in a flash. At home, she stomped around her apartment and said. "I'm not working for him. I'm not going to be in his sick little game."

Then she sat down and covered her face. "I'm about to get fired from the Sheriff's department, and I have no other job or hope of one. God, what a fucking mess."

She cried for a while on the couch. So much of what was going on out there was completely unfathomable. She sighed and wondered if she could get a job managing a Burger King.

Jeannette put Diane into the sleep training cage and told her to be very still, not to try and roll over. "If you snore, you'll make noise, and the alarm will wake you." Jeannette clapped her hands and the room was filled with a quick series of beeps. Loud enough to wake anyone. 

She chained Geneva to the wall and told her to be good, soon phase one would end.

"It's OK. Miss Clark gave me one. I can make it now." Geneva said smiling. "I'm feeling much better."

Jeannette reminded her that Master loved her, and cared for her. Then she turned out the light in the room and left safety lights on in the hallway. She went to the office and sat down. Knowing the alarm in the sleep training room would be going off all night long.

Sure enough, in less than thirty minutes the first alarm went off. Jeannette silenced it, and waited. She deactivated it in the Staff sleeping area from the control, and set it for quiet down here, and then walked along the training floor an up the stairs to the sleep training end of the hallway. She took a chair silently from the closet and crept with it to the door of the sleep training room. She sat outside and finally leaned back, her eyes opening whenever the beeping alarm signaled a noise or shock from the cage.

Jeannette got exactly no sleep all night. She heard Diane weeping inside and didn't move one inch to help her. Jeannette had gotten the portable receiver, a small radio with an earphone and set her watch alarm for six thirty. She leaned back against the wall and listened to Diane weeping softly, trying to do so without the alarm sounding. Diane slowly went quiet, and then her breathing became more regular. Then a scream and an alarm signaled another shock. 


Jeannette felt sorry for Diane, but also knew this was for Diane's own good. No master would tolerate Diane's snoring, nor her tossing and turning. Certainly the masters here would do more than shock her slightly.

At six thirty her watch sounded and she tapped the button to turn it off. It was still three quarters charged, so it should be fine today. Jeannette rose and silently stole down the hallway and put the chair back in the closet. She went down the stairs and then hustled towards Master's room. She was there before he tapped the signal at quarter to seven.

Knocking softly she said. "Master?"

Devon called her in and after hearing the report on Diane nodded. He started to brief her. Run them today, through the showers, through meals. Keep them hustling. Same schedule as the other day, Diane in oral arts, and Geneva in Ballet right off the bat. Switch after lunch.

Ann fell asleep on the couch and woke to her alarm sounding in the bedroom. She went in and turned it off. She then got a shower and got in her uniform. She hung her pistol belt around her waist and realized today was probably the last time for that. Just over a year in uniform, and she was going to be fired sure as shit.

At eight am, Ann arrived at the jail to report in, and was told, predictably, to go to the main office of the Sheriff's department. She walked to the main office, and was sent directly to the Sheriff.

She reported in standing at attention. She was not going to cry, or show any bullshit female emotions.

"Deputy Ann Carter. You are officially suspended without pay pending the outcome of the investigation into your failure to follow a direct order on not one but two occasions. Further, you continued to harass a citizen despite instructions to leave them alone without due and just cause to suspect them of a crime." Sheriff Mitchell read the form officially. "You have opened this department up to a lawsuit by this Academy bunch, and you've dishonored the department. Do you have any comments at this time?"

Ann reached to her shirt and took the badge from it. She placed it on the desk and drew her weapon ejecting the magazine and the chambered round. She placed both on the desk. She said. "Yes, I'll save you the trouble. I'll resign if that will make it easier."

Sheriff Mitchell sighed. "Damn it Ann, what am I supposed to do? You've given me little choice here."

"I know. I spent the afternoon and evening there, and you know what, they're clean." Ann said. "Perhaps they're crazy, but they're not committing any crimes. Just living out this fantasy of theirs. They even have rules, which they won't violate. Under any circumstance."

"I know, I talked to him yesterday too." The Sheriff said. "He again extended the invitation to our senior people to come out from time to time and look around. Said he wanted to make sure that the law enforcement had at least a general idea of what's going on."

"You have a letter of resignation filled out for me Uncle Jack?" Ann asked.

Sheriff Mitchell pulled one out of a drawer and handed it to her. Ann read it and nodded. She was leaving because she just felt it was what she needed to do. Well, that was true. Ann signed the document and lay it on his desk. "See you around Sheriff."

"Ann, you were never really cut out to be a cop. You know that right?"

"I wanted it so badly. I was sure I could fix the things that were wrong."

"We don't fix, we enforce the law, without any prejudice. That was your big mistake. You thought we punished bad guys. We don't do that."

"Yeah. I kind of see that now." Ann said. Then she turned and walked to her car and drove away. She went home, because she didn't have anywhere else to go.

The phone call to her parents was a disaster. Her father was happy she was out of that damn cop fantasy. Her mom was devastated. "What will the neighbors think?"

Ann finally hung up disgusted. Her parents were arguing about her loss of a job. Ann stood up and went to her car and drove around aimlessly. She found herself an hour later outside of Devon's den of perversion. She went to the gate and the guard, the same one from yesterday afternoon, waved her in and opened the gate.

Ann had no idea why she couldn't stay away from this place, it was as if she was being called here. She drove up the driveway and into a new phase of her life.

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