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Submissive Wives Academy of Training

Part 7

SUBMISSIVE WIVES ACADEMY OF TRAINING

Chapter Seven The Barnyard


       The barnyard was an expansive area surrounded by various stables and sheds, dominated by the imposing size of the main barn.  The buildings were all painted a deep red with black trim and the pens and corrals were four-board fence all painted black as well.  The eight women pulled the wagon up to the wide front doors of the big barn where Sister Paddles pulled them to a halt.  The two slaves attending Sister Paddles unhitched them from the rope and the chains that held them in pairs.  They were led by the leashes to a horizontal rail that looked like a hitching post from a cowboy film.  They were told to stand in Position One with their backs to the rail and the ends of the leashes were wrapped around it.

       Then the rail began to rotate slowly, tightening the leashes as they passed under the crease of ass and pussy.   Jan felt the leash knots pulling up deeper into her as she was slowly drawn back to the rail.  At contact of her ass with the rail she flinched and tried to pull away.  The rail had sharp prongs all over it, punching painfully into assflesh that was drawn back to it.  A high laugh rolled over the yard as Jan saw dear Sister Flogger coming toward them followed by the smaller Sister Birches.

       “Feels good to your unworthy asses, doesnt it?” she asked as she met the line of eight.  “Thats a special barbed wire wrapping on that rail.  And when cunts are disobedient they get to ride the length of it.”  She snorted with laughter as she walked along them casually swinging her flogger across their tits.  “So you all made it to shit grade here at the barnyard, hmm?  Well, lets see whats next shall we?”

       A group of women came down a path on the opposite side of the barnyard, each with a basket strapped on the back and a bucket clipped to the collar and carried so that the tits rested on the edge.  Another team of four pulled a wagon loaded with hay as they came from outlying fields.  Others pulled wagons or pushed wheelbarrows loaded with vegetables and fruit.  Jan was amazed at the number of naked women she saw in this place, each performing some sort of task.  Then she noticed six big rough-looking women, two of them wearing burlap loincloths and carrying short canes in one hand and large bags in the other.  The other four women carried yokes with double buckets.  All six of them had numbers tattooed across their chests just under the tits.  They passed across the line without looking at the eight women tied to the rail and divided into two groups, each supervised by one of the sluts in loincloths as they went to various pens with what appeared to be evening slops.

       “Ah the scullery sluts with food for the prized hogs and cows,” Sister Flogger told them.  “And you lucky cuntturds get to eat it, too!” she smiled and continued.  “You were looking at their numbers.  They are all convicts that we have arranged to serve their sentences here.  No need for their details, just that this is better than what they might have received elsewhere, and its certainly better than what they deserve, isnt it, slut?” She called out to the last one in line that had passed.  The woman stopped and turned to face Sister Flogger with her head looking down.

       “Yes, Honored Mistress, this treatment is certainly better than what this filthy cunt slut deserves.”

       “Of course it is,” Flogger replied.  “Now get back to work.”

       “Yes, Honored Mistress, this filthy cunt slut thanks the Mistress for her attention.”  The woman disappeared around the corner of the barn as Flogger turned back to the line.  “You will find that we have quite a selection of sluts and cunts here, not just submissive wives as our name suggests.  Our organization was started sometime ago, and we have branched out.  Some of us think we should keep the initials and call it the Submissive Womens Academy of Training.

       “But never mind that, you have applied as submissive wives, or at least as significant partners, and have undergone serious review before we accepted you to our program.  Your ability to obey some of our more stringent humiliations in your first days here allows you to move up to shit grade for the next phase of your training.

       “You will spend two to three days in shit grade, perhaps more if you dont perform to our level of expectations.  And re-visiting shit grade is common here when cunts and sluts need some reminders of how important discipline and obedience are to being a well-trained slave.”

       Sister Birches stepped in to continue.  “But before we get you situated with food and stables, we will have you cleaned up.  Frankly, you all stink like shit!”  She laughed along with the other sisters and a group of the scullery sluts who had gathered off to the side.  “Take them to the wash rack and scrub them down, then send them to the hay shed for evaluation and assignment.  We will meet them there.”  The three sisters left them in the care of the group of scullery slaves, almost all of whom had convict numbers tattooed across the chest.

       They were unhooked from the rail and led by their leashes to a pen beside the barn where each was un-collared.  The collars were woven tightly around their necks so they were cut with shears, then the women attending them made a great deal out of pulling the knotted leashes through their cunt cracks as slowly and painfully as they could.  They each stood between a pair of stout posts with cuffs on chains hanging from them.  Their wrists were cuffed so that heir arms were spread wide and they were made to straddle over a grating.

       The women worked in pairs, one with a high-powered hose and a soap pump, the other with a rough brush on a handle.  They would spray and soap, then scrub each one until the flesh was ruddy and scratched.  The water was alternately cold then scalding hot, and Jan wondered if she would actually get some shampoo in the tangled mass of her shit-crusted hair.   The brush scrubbing through the rough forest of her pussy hair was another reminder of the past few days as the bristles cut against the welts and bruises in her crotch.  Never mind, Jan thought, at least Im getting clean again.  We all are, at least for a little while.


       After the scrubbing each was fitted with a pillory collar.  This was a two-piece plank with a hole for the neck to be locked into with wide leather cuffs at either end for the wrists.  A chain with a snap hook hung down under the center of the device.  The clip swung against Jans clit as she was pulled to her feet after being fitted into it. Jan walked at the head of the line of eight women with her hands held at shoulder level by the cuffs, her head rigidly locked into the plank and held up by a wood block under her chin.  The scullery sluts led them to a shed with stacks of hay bales around it and a broad porch roof.  Inside was a long table and the first thing she noticed was the smell of grilled meat, and warm butter.  Real food!

       The several Sisters were seated behind the table, along with Lady Margaret the horsewoman and some other women Jan had not seen before.  They seemed to be enjoying the food and drinking wine as the eight new shit grades were led up to the shed and their pillory collars chained to a long beam at the corner of the porch.  Another slave, whom Jan recognized as the Native American who had been drug through the shit trench, knelt before them with her head to a bowl on the ground.  She had not been allowed to wash and the dried shit and mud was caked over her body.

       “So did you enjoy your bath, cunt?”  Sister Flogger asked her.

       “Yes Honored Mistresses, this unworthy cunt is grateful for the bath,” she answered.

       “And will you lose count again on your morning flogging?”

       “Honored Mistress, this stupid unworthy cunt will never again lose count, and this shitturd slutclunt also begs for double floggings for a week as a punishing reminder.”

       “Excellent idea,” Lady Margaret chimed in from her comfortable seat at the center of the table.  “And then you will spend three days as my personal pissbucket, both for me and my mounts.” 

       “This stupid unworthy cunt of a shitturd thanks the Honored Mistress for her special attention.”  The slave put her head back to the floor with her nose and mouth hovering over the empty bowl.

       “Take the bowl to the kennels and beg the doggy sluts to fill it with dog vomit.

Then bring the bowl back to the punishment post in the central yard where you will eat and be chained for the night.”  Sister Flogger smiled as she sent the slave on her way.

       “Yes, Honored Mistress, thank you Honored Mistress,” the slave said as she took the bowl and scurried away.  

       Sister Flogger turned to Sister Birches and giggled.  “You know they have some interesting tasks at the kennels that she will perform before she gets a full bowl of dog puke, dont you?”

       “Indeed, Sister, indeed,” Birches replied.  “Lady Margaret, you are our hostess this evening.  Would you care to address the new class of shit grades?”

       “Delighted, Sister,” Lady Margaret replied, rising to her feet and looking out over the eight women chained at the porch.  “You may have wondered why, if this is an academy for the training of submissive women, that there are no men about.  Well, not that it matters to shit grades, but there are men about, just not here.  We have determined over many years of our practice that the surest way to complete obedience is obviously through complete humiliation.  We peel away the inhibitions like the layers of an onion, stripping you inside and out of everything in your existence except for the desire to serve and please.  And who better to peel a submissive woman to her very core than another woman?  So yes, you will learn to serve men, women, and any creature we demand, and you will serve with enthusiasm, honesty, and even joy.  But for now, all that teaching is done by the women of our Sisterhood, and we are good at it, arent we?”

       She looked up and down the line of them as they nodded silently.  “And our cameras have caught some of the best moments of the past few days in your lives so that your Masters will soon have some video entertainments to occupy them in your absence.

And if you continue to perform as expected you can hope to see your Masters when we elevate you from slutgrade to slave meat.  Now, I think we should all finish our dinners.”  Lady Margaret smiled slyly and sat down, raising her wine glass to the group of eight.

       Sister Birches stood and clapped her hands.  The convict sluts unclipped them from the beam and led them in a line to the dirt floor in front of the table.

       “Position Five, now!” Sister Birches yelled out, and they complied with the wooden collars hitting the ground in unison.   Birches clapped her hands again and two more sluts appeared with bowls of meat and broiled chicken, placing a bowl in front of each woman. 

       Jan smelled the incredible aroma of meat, and sauce and butter and garlic wafting from the bowl just inches away from her drooling mouth.  Then she saw that the bowls were very deep.  Sister Birches nodded and the scullery sluts slid the bowls under the faces of the salivating women and then they shoved each head down to the bowl.  The pillory collar prevented them from doing more than licking at the food with struggling, starving tongues. There was simply no way that they could get a mouthful of the food that filled their nostrils with its richness.  The Sisters clinked their glasses and giggled in amusement.

       Oh, eat bitches, just eat!” laughed Sister Birches.  Jan was struggling to get the tiniest bite of the delicious food but the best she could do was to lick at the sliced steak and chicken drumstick at the bottom of the bowl.  After a few minutes the Sisters were tried of the struggle and Birches ordered them to stand up at Attention.  The aromas of the food hovered around them as they were forced to stand and the sluts took slices of steak from the bowls and stuffed them into the womens cunts.  Then they took a chicken drumstick from each bowl and slipped it into the ass of each of the new shit grades.

       The Sisters shared a good laugh at that, watching as the scullery sluts wiped the grease from their hands across the noses and tits of the women.

       “Too bad they seem to have lost their appetites,” Sister Flogger said.  “Or later tonight they can try to eat each other out!”

       “Or, perhaps they will find breakfast at the hog trough to be more appealing,” Birches answered with a grin.  She then turned to the women.  “We will call each of you in turn for review and assessment.   You will step forward and kneel before the table of our Sisterhood.  Who do we have first, Sister Cane?”

       Sister Cane reached into a jar and mixed some slips of paper around.  “We will draw by random,” she said, still stirring then brought out a slip of paper.  “First appears to be Marianne, subslut wife of Jim, 33 years old, weight 150 pounds.”

       The tall black-haired woman with the fake tits, broad hips and huge flapping cunt lips was released and shoved toward the center in front of the table.  She dropped to her knees with head down, nose touching the ground.  Sister Birches read from a clipboard.

       “Shit turd once called Marianne, you triumphed in the tug of war with your team, but you always stayed at the middle of the pack in our training exercises.  You will do a full three days of shitgrade, one with the hogs, one with cows, one of our choice.  You will now thank us as you have heard others do.”

“This unworthy shit turd thanks the Honored Mistresses for their kind attention,” the woman replied.

“Not bad,” Sister Birches answered.  “You will each be allowed that phrase and that phrase only until further notice.  Now sister, who is next?”

“Second, is Laurie of the big tits, 170 pounds, 47 years old, a twice-divorced subslut now in training for the collar of Master Gerald.”

The dark haired woman with the curvy torso and massive tits took her place on her knees before the table.

“Loser in tug of war, made to be part of the shit seat pair for slowness, you will serve four full days of shitgrade, two with cows, one with hogs, one of our choice, plus three days of beast treatment after.  Now you may speak,” Birches said.

“This unworthy shit turd thanks the Honored Mistresses for their kind attention,” the woman answered quietly.

Sister Cane reached into the jar and pulled out another scrap.  “Bonnie Big Butt,” she announced.  “Not too attractive, not too ugly.  Big butt is right, 165 pounds, 42 years, the lezzie sub of Kris.”

“Loser in the tug of war and slow in shit spreading at the fields.  Obedient, but not impressively so.  Four full days, one with hogs, one with cows, two of our choice, plus two days of beast treatment.  Speak.”

“This unworthy shit turd thanks the Honored Mistresses for their kind attention,” the woman replied.

“Next is Jan, slaveslut of hubby Dave, 35 years old, 132 pounds, firm tits.”

Jan took her place on her knees with head down as Birches read from her notes.

“Winner in tug of war, leader at many exercises, good performance.  But we are wary of true commitment to total obedience.  Three days of shit grade one with hogs, two with cows, with one of those days as beast treatment.”

“This unworthy shit turd thanks the Honored Mistresses for their kind attention,” Jan said quietly.  Those were the first words she had spoken in days.

“Next is Annie, that blubber blonde with the huge thighs and double belly crease.  185 pounds, 41 years old, sub wife of Hank.  On your knees, fat turd.”

Annie knelt beside Jan, breathing hard in fear.

“Thanks to your team, you won in tug of war.  But made to be part of the shit seat pair for slowness, you will serve four full days of shitgrade, two with cows, one with hogs, one of our choice, plus three days of beast treatment after, just like your shit seat partner.”  Birches gave her a swift kick in the ample ass.  “Speak.”

“This unworthy shit turd thanks the Honored Mistresses for their kind attention,” the blonde replied.

“Maureen the young redhead,” Sister Cane called.  “120 pounds, small tight tits, 24 years old, slave to her boyfriend Lenny.”

The small redhead stepped forward and dropped to her knees.  Her long hair fell over her face, revealing a tattoo at the nape of her neck reading Property of Master Lenny

Birches checked her notes.  “Winner with team in tug of war, exceedingly obedient, its slave training shows.  Two days in shit grade, one with cows, one of our choice, excused from beast treatment.”

“This unworthy shit turd thanks the Honored Mistresses for their kind attention,” the redhead smiled.

Sister Flogger glowered down at the girl.  “ A smug little smile?  I dont recall any Sister giving permission to smile.  Add another day with the cows, with that one and another spent in beast prep.”

Sister Birches jotted in her notes.  “Agreed Sister, agreed.”

Jan began to wonder about this “beast treatment” thing, but she figured it had something to do with the yoked women covered in hair.  Sister Cane pulled one of the last two slips from the jar.

“Julie, a tall brunette 510”, 130 pounds, lovely protruding clit, 28 years old,

bisexual subwife of Richard, likes to switch with women.”

       Her long dark hair flowed around her shoulders as she knelt with face to the ground.

       “Generally good performance in obedience, except losing the tug of war.  But we sense that obedience is not as deep as it should be. Therefore, three full days of shit grade one with hogs, two with cows, plus one more day as beast treatment,” Birches read out.

“This unworthy shit turd thanks the Honored Mistresses for their kind attention,” she answered meekly. 

“Last one is Dina, 58 years old, tight firm body, small tits with wonderfully huge nipples, 125 pounds,” Sister Cane announced.  “Hmmm, subslut of her sister Liz and Lizs husband George.  Forward, granny.”

The older woman joined the kneeling line, her platinum hair shining under the  spotlights on the porch.

“Very obedient, obviously trained, a loser at tug of war, but very game to our demands.  Two full days of shit grade, one with cows, one of our choice, beast treatment for one day.  Speak, granny,”  Birches ordered.

“This unworthy shit turd thanks the Honored Mistresses for their kind attention,” she replied in a voice that was remarkably low for her small size.

Lady Margaret rose to address them once again.  “You now have your assigned days and duties of the shit grades that you are.  Any lapse will result in additional service, not to mention some other unpleasantries.  And of course, you want to know about what we call the beast treatment.   Very well, we will give you a bit of a preview.”  Lady Margaret came around the front of the table, tapping her crop on her thigh as she walked.

“As you all know, each of our Sisters must submit to servitude here for two to three days at least every six months. This is to reinforce the knowledge of true obedience and humility that must be imparted to our trainees.  Usually, this servitude involves being placed among the cunt, slut or slave grades here.  But sometimes a Sister needs some better reminder that additional cruelty for her own pleasure is not necessarily a desired trait here at S.W.A.T.  Accordingly, we have decided that the upcoming servitude for a certain Sister will include three days, two at cunt and one at slut grade, with all three served in beast treatment.”  She turned back to the group seated at the table.  “Sister Cane, you will join me here in front.”

Sister Cane rose and removed the belt holding her canes and then walked around the table to join Lady Margaret in front.

“Sister Cane, we noticed that extra strokes were given to these new shit grades under your watch, many of them seeming to be merely for your pleasure.   Before I pronounce your full sentence, you will strip completely.  You have thirty seconds from now.  Shit grades may kneel up at attention and observe.”

Sister Cane spluttered the beginnings of a protest, but she knew better, and then began pulling the buttons open on her blouse.  She wore a purple skirt that fell to her knees to meet her black low-heeled boots.  The skirt dropped away to reveal nothing underneath it as she reached back to release the heavy straps of the bra that held her heavy breasts.  She tossed the bra aside, pulled the purple scarf from her auburn hair and hurriedly worked at the zipper on her left boot.  When she bent her leg to reach the zipper Jan could see the wide cleft or her shaved pussy with broad flapping labia.  She removed the boot and reached for its mate as Lady Margaret checked her watch.

Five seconds,” she said.  “ Three, two, one, Attention Position One.” 

Cane had tossed the boot on top of her other clothes just as time was up.  She took the required posture, shivering slightly and trying to catch her breath.

“Cane, you are hereby given the following.  Your regular time of servitude will be extra harsh this time, set at three days.  This is due to the excessive number of strokes delivered to these turds, unworthy as they may be.  Further, you will serve all three days in hairy beast treatment with two as cunt, one as slut grade.  And you will spend tonight in the stable with these eight new shit grades and share their morning slops.  Bring out the prep cart!”

Two slaves appeared pushing a cart with a stool sitting on top of it.  One of them was short and fat, in her late forties.  The other was taller and skinny, appearing to be in her mid-thirties.  The both wore short smocks of a gauzy material that hid nothing.  Bits of hair clung to the weave of the fabric, giving the impression of a scraggly fur coat.  Their hands and forearms were caked with hair.  They laid out a canvas tarp and the fat one set the stool down, eying the length of Canes crotch.  She spun the seat up to adjust it, then took a dried corncob and fitted it into a hole in the stools seat.  Both women took Cane by the arms and brought her over to settle her cunt onto the corncob.

“Your name is taken from you, and we will call you sister caca for the next three days,” Lady Margaret said, reaching into Canes hair and examining the roots.  “Hmm, more than a bit of grey in there isnt it?  Make sure you blend plenty of streaks of grey and white in with the auburn, sluts.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the fat one replied. 

Lady Margaret stepped back and moved away as she spoke.  “You have heard of sending horses to the glue factory.  Yes, that happens, and the glue that is made from the hoofs and bones is excellent for our purposes here.  Of course, here instead of water, we mix it with horse piss thats been aged in the sun for two or three days to give it a special fragrance, then we brush it on all over.”

The tall woman took a large glass jar and walked along the line of shit grades with the opening just under their noses.  The smell was obvious from several feet away.  Then the two women dipped large rough brushes into the jar and began slathering it all over cacas body including the face.  The fat one opened various drawers in the cart and brought out several bins filled with varying shades of hair and both women began to sprinkle short lengths of hair all up and down cacas body. They moved quickly but the fat one was obviously more expert at shaping the pattern of hair and blending plenty of grey in with the darker colors of brown to auburn.

They left the breasts nearly bare but concentrated a thick thatch between them and flowing down over the belly then forming a heavy triangle as they applied more hairs in longer lengths around the crotch and upper thighs.  The tall attendant took a wooden spoon and held one cunt lip back while she applied extra glue inside and then took locks of grey and brown hair, rolling them together to mix them and sticking them tight.  They continued down the legs, each working on one, then trading at a certain point so that both legs would match in varying tones of graying hair.  The calves were treated to an extra heavy coating and then they moved up to the arms and back.  The fat one quickly created a pattern, heavy over the shoulders and down the spine, lighter at the ribcage, then growing heavier as it dropped to the thick waist and hips.  The finale was the butt crack.  They pulled her off the stool and bent her double, covering the entire crotch with a massive amount of grey, brown, black and white hairs, followed by another generous application of the glue to make it stick even better.  They turned her to show the line of kneeling shit grade women then turned her back to display her to the Sisters at the table.

Sister Flogger looked at caca carefully and spoke for the group.  “Excellent job sluts, now do her face.”

“Yes, Mistress,” both attendants answered.  The tall one took a smaller brush and swept the glue in arcs under the eyes and around the mouth, leaving the nose bare.  The fat one expertly sprinkled, pinched and dribbled short lengths of hair in darker tones, then spritzed from a spray bottle and laid greyer hairs over it for further humiliation of  a more aged look.  After that, the fat stylist sprayed more glue onto cacas hair and squeezed it into ropey locks.  Then she took long coarse strands of white and grey horsehair and attached them to cacas natural hair, given her face a truly scraggly look.

Lady Margaret had rejoined the group behind the table.  “Behold our newest hairy beast,” she smiled.  “And each of you will undergo this beauty treatment as we assign it.  The itch and scratch is something to look forward to, not to mention that lovely aroma that hangs over our hairy beasts, eh caca?”

“Yes, Honored Sister,” the one now called caca answered. 

Lady Margaret glared at her.  “You will address us as Mistress for the next three days, understood?”

“Yes, Honored Mistress,” caca answered meekly.

“And further, you will address all slut and slave grades as Mistress, too.  That should provide an additional lesson,” Lady Margaret added.  She picked up a spoon and struck a small bell in front of her.  At once, several sluts arrived with lead ropes for the eight shit grades and a pillory collar for sister caca.  The two hair attendants packed up their equipment and rolled the cart away.

“Slop them at the trough then take them to pigsty number five,” Lady Margaret ordered.   “Make sure they are chained in the wallow and not under the shed, except for caca.  We wouldnt want her new coat to get too wet tonight in case it rains.”

       They were ordered to their feet as the chains on their collars were hooked into a coffle line. 

       “Goodnight shit turds, sleep tight,” Lady Margaret called as they were marched single file off to the hog pens.



To be continued




       
       


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