THE TRAINING CAMP The ad for the camp had promised quite a bit, and Samuel had a sinking feeling, as he left on his vacation, that it was almost too good to be true. He felt lonely, though, and desperate enough to take a chance on it. He had not much to lose-- the week-long stay in the wooded camp was extremely cheap. Only for the last few minutes did Sam feel some anxiety, not knowing quite what he had gotten himself into. He pulled into the parking lot, which was just over half full, but with no humans present except for the nice-looking woman in a spiffy uniform who directed him to a parking space. She was warm and friendly, and her young, perky voice directed him to the registration desk. So far, so good. There were a number of interesting women visible outside. If he was to meet a female friend, as the ad said that he would in no uncertain terms, this was certainly a place for it. Dinner was pleasant, and Sam was particularly thrilled by the fact that he was one of the few males there-- the dining hall containing about 40 women. He had not met the other men, nor had a chance to, nor would he. Sam felt a little strange about this-- he had been led from place to place, never unaccompanied except while in his room, and so far, with little freedom to do as he pleased, like he felt when he took one of those group bus tours that hurries you past all the sights one wanted to see. He was annoyed that even his dinner was interrupted by yet another woman, who was up on a stage in the front, with a P.A. microphone. She welcomed them all, and told them that they'd all be having a great time over the next week. The women seemed to accept that statement at face value, and cheered. This didn't make sense either. After all, the women should be disappointed at the scarcity of men. This train of thought was interrupted by a touch on his leg, a female hand that was sliding, under the table, towards his thighs. Sam's hormones, which never missed any opportunities like this one, responded. The woman to his right, with her hand on his leg, had beautiful red hair and terrific features-- and significant breasts, barely held in by a halter top. If this seems stereotypical, so thought Sam, who tended to notice unique flaws in a woman faster than he noticed perfection. She was almost TOO shapely for his tastes. But, nonetheless, she was the one who took him to bed that night. The camp fulfilled the advertisement's promise right away, a fact which pleased Sam to no end. Sex came easy, as he always thought it should. Yet he would have liked to at least get to know this person better before sleeping with her. It was straightforward, and, even with such a beautiful woman, rather ordinary. The woman, who finally introduced herself as Gladia, while they undressed, didn't seem interested in anything but sex. Sam's genitals took over, despite the incredible skepticism that was building in his mind. She was in his bed; he climbed on top of her, sinking into her breasts and, after only a few minutes of foreplay, his penis found its way between her legs and sank into her body. It was unimaginative and ended too quickly. Things seemed better when Gladia demanded more. Sam, not very tired from the first attempt, rolled onto his back, and Gloria climbed onto him. He noticed that her breasts obscured the view he really liked-- of his penis vanishing into her pussy. That scene always excited him- - not that the view of her mammary glands was that bad-- but he missed it. The second time, they went slowly, and it took twenty minutes to orgasm. It always took longer the second time, Sam knew, but for the first time ever he almost felt like giving up the effort. He was sleepy. Maybe, he thought while waiting patiently for his own orgasm, the lack of challenge detracted from his pleasure. He came-- and felt himself slide out of Gladia, who removed his condom and cleaned him up while his eyes were still closed. She whispered to him as he fell asleep, and her words were the first that sounded really sincere. Fun, she said, doesn't always come when you get what you want. Sam woke up at around 10:30 in the morning. He wasn't in his own room. Gladia wasn't with him. He had been moved in his sleep; which couldn't have happen unless he had been drugged. Gladia's body had seen to that as his mouth explored it. Sam seemed to be lying on the floor, or on some sort of low, cushioned platform that elevated his head and outstretched arms. His wrists and ankles were locked in rubber-covered shackles of some sort, which didn't hurt him. The shackles were attached by a plastic-coated cable to something, but the cables didn't restrict his movement more than necessary to keep him from getting up. He was scared, and screamed out. Lights in the room came on, and the door opened. A woman came into the room, in a uniform that looked much like the one in the parking lot; but much more revealing. From his position, he could see under the miniskirt clearly; she was wearing no panties and everything under the skirt was exposed. A sign outside the door, that Sam saw before it closed, said "Breaking Room 4", whatever that meant. Sam spoke up right away. "You have no right to do this. You, young lady, are going to be in REAL..." The woman interrupted him, telling him to relax. Obviously this kidnapping was intentional-- and from the looks of it, routine. "Be good, or bad", she said. "It doesn't matter. You will learn what we will teach you, and you will obey. Within a few days you will not be able to help it." Sam started to speak, but was interrupted again before one word left his mouth. "Do not speak," the woman said. "Be quiet and I will explain. Interrupt me and you'll have to learn the hard way." Sam remained quiet. The woman started reading off a list of rules to him, that made an Army officer sound like Hugh Hefner in comparison. Basically, they all said the same thing-- that he must obey her-- regardless of what she asked-- and all the women he might encounter, to a lesser degree. Sam still didn't say anything. She obviously wouldn't let him go based on just what he might say to her; besides, being naked in room with a female with no panties-- who was circling him, inspecting-- held promise for some fun. So, he'd go along with it. The woman pressed a switch on the wall, which reeled in the cables a bit. They now kept Sam from moving much at all. Then, she walked over to him, towering over him. "I'm happy to see you're so cooperative-- it's a good start. But it has to be for real." With that, she got on her knees, straddling his head. He was immersed in the warm scent of her pussy, just inches away and filling his field of view. The woman ran her fingers through her pubic hair, then ran her hands over her hips, then once again next to her pussy, as she began to concentrate. She leaned forward, put her hands next to Sam's sides, and her pussy relaxed, the lips parting to Sam's eyes. Sam strained his tongue to reach her hotness, but she was only millimeters too far away. Finally, a tiny slit near her vagina was coaxed into opening. A warm drop of urine fell from it. A warm, inviting pussy just inches from Sam's face suddenly turned hostile, as the woman started to pee, spraying him thoroughly. Sam screamed, and as he opened his mouth to do so, the yellow fluid entered it, making him cough. He was being thoroughly defiled by the body of a female. This weapon continued to do its work for an interminably long time, it seemed, until Sam was quite wet. When she finally emptied her bladder and stepped away from Sam, his mouth fell open in horror and disbelief. The woman spoke to him as she stood up. "You know, Sam, that a single experience like this can change your life. And we can do things like this as many times as it takes." Sam couldn't answer. His mind was in turmoil. He knew that she was probably right. But he might resist. Would that just make it worse? Strangely enough, the experience had somehow excited him. The proximity to her body, to the bare flesh, was exciting his instincts, bypassing all reason. He felt terrible about what she had done to him; yet, somehow, she had an peculiar attractiveness. She walked around, straddling his hips, facing him and looking down at him. In a smooth, swift move she squatted down, and guided Sam's erect penis between her bowels, and into her relaxed anus. Sam felt the tip of his penis touch her flesh and was instantly excited, forgetting all about what happened before. She lowered herself, taking him into her anus. Suddenly, everything seemed better. He would achieve sexual release and everything would be fine. The world was always so much better after orgasm. Orgasm, of course, wasn't on the agenda. As Sam instinctively responded to his trainer's body, she told him not to move a muscle. "If you move just a bit, I'll feel it. It might even hurt me. And if that happens, I'd have no reason not to treat you to the other half of my excretory system." This was not a threat to be taken lightly. This girl has no inhibitions-- and she WOULD do it, if she can. Her other bodily weapon was probably depleted, but he had not that confidence about this one. It took much concentration, but Sam remained perfectly still, as the trainer remained where she was, with him inside. She was smiling at him. She had her knees drawn up, with her feet on either side of Sam; he had a clear view of her pussy under the miniskirt, which excited him. "A test of your willpower, Sam. I'm not going to stay relaxed forever." With those words, Sam felt her tighten around him. Her anus was closing, returning to its state of tonal contraction. She continued to smile at him. "I think you'll do well, Sam. Don't fail me." The tightness quickly became painful-- to Sam alone, apparently. She sat, looking into his eyes, smiling, allowing the tightening to continue. Sam was on the verge of screaming. He twitched; and suddenly the expression on her face changed; the tightness disappeared. He knew that muscles inside her body were prepared for action. Sam couldn't even breathe. He froze, wide-eyed. With that, the trainer lifted herself from him slowly, and walked over to his side. "Congratulations, Sam. You impressed me, and lasted longer than many other subjects. You will do quite well, I'm sure. Rest a while." She turned the lights down low, and left the room. Sam was proud of himself, happy that he had made her happy. Then he was confused. He was doing what she wanted-- and happy to do so. This couldn't be allowed to happen. He was supposed to be outraged-- to be thinking just what he would say to the authorities as soon as he figured out to get free. But, for some reason, such thoughts of revenge did not come easily. Over the rest of that day and the next, the trainer visited Sam every few hours. She clipped another restraining cable to him, then unclipped the others to allow him to use the bathroom and eat a small meal, which he did. Other than that, he remained secured to the platform on the floor. She was decidedly more civil with him now; but he was complying with her. By the time thoughts of resistance returned to him, she had certainly had time enough to refill the golden weapon within her-- and he dared not risk that again. The training now seemed more like repetitious drills. She taught him a number of capabilities, using positive and negative reinforcement. By uttering words to him while stroking his penis, she soon was able to make an erection happen-- before touching him-- and to make it disappear as easily. He had never had that control over his own body-- but now a perfect stranger did. After that, it was not long before he was taught to have orgasm on command-- though somehow, the command "come" from a master to a pet never had THAT meaning before. These kinds of things were practiced for days. It was obvious that she liked him more, now that he was per- forming these tricks for her. She was coming into more contact with him now, teaching him to please her and how to treat the parts of her body. His body was becoming an extension of her will. Next the trainer introduced another woman to him, who she introduced as Kristine. Kristine was new here, the trainer explained as Kristine disrobed in front of him. He was told that Kristine was to be afforded all the obedience that Sam could offer. He was still restrained, and had little choice. Sam's first task was to bury his face between Kristine's legs, and bring her to orgasm. As he did this, the trainer told him that he must swallow when she came. Kristine was having a very good time-- and was obviously not experienced in this obedience training. It was the best contact with female flesh that Sam had since the first night at the camp. Kristine came promptly, and Sam discovered quickly why the swallowing orders were given-- Kristine discharged quite a bit of her juices in the process. It was sweet, and having this fluid inside him made Sam feel warm inside. The next task didn't seem so pleasant. The cables holding Sam's legs and arms were loosened. "You will support Kristine's body," the trainer told him as she helped Kristine into position. Kristine squatted down over Sam, propping herself against her legs, and Sam's cables were loosened further so he could hold Kristine's legs. His penis, which was behind her and not near anything, did not become erect-- because nobody had given him the order which allowed it. This had been part of the training. With Kristine comfortably positioned above Sam's abdomen, the trainer continued. "This is your most crucial test, Sam. I want you to prove your loyalty to Kristine and myself. You no longer have the ability to fail us, and I am confident, but we need proof." The trainer removed the bonds securing Sam. For the first time in five days, he was free-- at least if the outer door was unlocked, which he didn't know. Thoughts of escape fleeted through his mind. But with Kristine above him and her weight partially on his legs and arms, any escape might send her tumbling on top of him, giving the trainer time enough to lock the door or something. "Kristine, are you comfortable?" "Yes", came the reply. It didn't look as if Kristine knew what came next. "Very well, Sam. You are to allow Kristine to relieve herself while holding her above you." Sam and Kristine both looked puzzled at first. Then Kristine smiled, just a bit. But nothing happened. The trainer spoke. "Sam, I will not tell you again. You know what I ask. You will serve Kristine, and any other female, willingly. in fact, I want you to ASK Kristine to proceed." Kristine looked into Sam's eyes, which made it more difficult for him to continue stalling. Obviously, Kristine knew what the trainer wanted. A lump was in Sam's throat. After so much silence, the words were mousey and barely audible. "pee..." The trainer looked impatient. "Try again, Sam." This time, Sam did as he knew was wanted. Asking that question was the hardest thing yet for him. Well, almost. The hardest was waiting for Kristine to respond-- many seconds spent nervously watching Kristine's pussy, and then trying to tear his gaze from it. Kristine, who apparently knew the rules of this game now, made things worse. "Well, I do have to... But do you really want that, Sam?" Sam looked down, avoiding her gaze. "Yes, Kristine. Please do." After a few more tense seconds, Kristine answered in a neutral- sounding voice. "Okay. I'll try." With those words, Sam's eyes went back to her pussy, waiting for it to start. Another intolerable minute went by before Kristine coaxed her body into action. Once the golden stream began to leave her body, she seemed very happy with the whole thing. After cleaning him up, the trainer left him alone, and still unshackled, with Kristine. He had been broken, and no longer had any spirit of resistance left within him. Kristine asked him, in a most polite way, to make love with her-- and he did so, using all the abilities he had been taught. One of Kristine's strong points, her insatiable sexual appetite, was filled-- something that Sam never would have been able to do before. Kristine explained to him, as she laid on top of his warm body, finally exhausted, that she would "keep" him, except that she had much more to learn first. She would remain here, learning the techniques with which to teach newer recruits, until finally she would have one of her own. He would become the property of someone else, someone who had completed the required tour of duty within the camp. Not surprisingly, this other person was his trainer all along, who finally introduced herself as Sarah as he dressed himself, back in his initial room. She kissed him, whispering into his ears the word which made him grow erect and excited. After spending some time with Sarah, he would return home, pack up his things, and then she would take him to live with her-- enslaved all the time. After Sam had said goodbye to his friends at his old workplace (Sarah would arrange work in her area, he was told), and was checking his old apartment for anything he might have missed in moving out, he came across the clipping which contained the ad for the camp... "The most unique, exciting experience you'll ever have-- something you'll value for the rest of your life. Make new friends. If this sounds impossible-- it's not. If you're not completely happy, we'll gladly refund your fee-- even after you've left-- GUARANTEED! (But frankly, we don't think you'll need it!)" After staring ad the ad for what seemed like half an hour, he realized that they had been right. [end]