The Vassal Academy Ch. 25

Devon's eyes glazed over as he considered. Andre spoke first. "Jesus."

"Ann, how did it feel when you left your house, the scene with your parents?" Rebecca asked looking at Ann.

Ann stiffened. She hesitated, and it was obvious she didn't want to answer. Rebecca moved along back to Devon without waiting for an answer. "I figured it out the other day, and I've been thinking about it since. That's where her image of slavery comes from, and that's why she's fighting our changing it."

Devon nodded slowly. "Yeah. She clung to it so strongly while people told her not to do it, she's reluctant to let it go, even when Master tells her to."

Thomas shook his head. "That poor girl, how many doctors, priests and councilors told her this was all wrong?"

"Probably dozens." Rebecca said. "Devon, we need to break through, to get her to admit the truth to herself, sort of like Cathy, but differently."

Devon frowned. "Let's hear your plan. That's why you brought it up, you have one."

Rebecca outlined her plan, and Ann agreed to help if Devon would approve it.

Devon leaned back considering. He glanced at the clock and then nodded. "Do it. Be careful but do it. God help us all if it fails."

Rebecca issued some requests to Andre, and he smiled as he agreed.

Lunch broke up and the trainers scattered to their assignments. Crystal was in class with Andre, leaning how to get aroused. Not a real challenge, the syban seat cushion was doing that already.

"Slave, arousal training as you know is to see you get ready. I see you are ready now aren't you little slut?" Andre asked as she got on the table and spread her legs.

"Master, I'm sorry, the seat at lunch. It's frustrating." Crystal said with a hint of humiliation in her voice.

"Look at that hungry little cunt." Andre said sadly shaking his head. He ran his hand over it and slipped a finger between the folds of her labia, teasing the entrance.

Crystal involuntarily rolled her pelvis upwards, trying to chase the finger. She was breathing harder as Andre teased and flicked her cunt. "Master please."

"Please what?" Andre asked.

Crystal groaned as Andre removed his hand. "Master, please let me come. I've gone days Master."

"Mistress Rebecca has put you on restriction. You don't expect me to countermand her orders do you?" Andre asked.

Crystal realized the futility of that idea. "No Master, I'm sorry." Crystal said trying to put a clamp on her sex drive.

Andre rubbed his hand across her belly. He leaned closer. "If I thought you could handle it, I'd consider playing with you some more, Instead, I think I will call this class a waste, and instead send you to massage where you might learn something."

"Yes Master." Crystal said, her rising frustration almost more than she could stand. This sucked. It was the pits, the absolute pits.

Moving to Massage, Andre spent the class explaining how to properly massage an arm. Crystal tried to focus, and got an acceptable at the end of class.

As the class was about done, Mistress Rebecca stepped into it. She watched Crystal for a moment and then as Master Andre finished and was about to dismiss the slave Rebecca spoke. "Forgive me Master Andre, but could I borrow Crystal for a moment, if you're done with her of course."

"Certainly Mistress Rebecca, we're finished here anyway." Andre said and left the room.

Rebecca walked to the standing girl. "Slave, how are you doing?"

Crystal bit her lip and lowered her head. "Mistress, I'm OK."

Rebecca smiled, "I'm sure you are. However, I also assumed you would be frustrated as hell by now. I figured that seat cushion would have you so horny it would be distracting you. I assumed that you would be desperate to have an orgasm." She shrugged and seemed to sigh. "Oh well, no telling of course."

"Mistress." Crystal began. Her face reflecting her need, her desire, her humiliation, and the conflict running through her.

Mistress Rebecca stepped even closer, absently reaching out and playing with the pert nipple. It immediately became erect under her fingers. "Let me guess, Arousal training was canceled, because you were already hot when you arrived right?"

"Yes Mistress." Crystal breathed, her entire being in her nipple, reacting to the touch.

Rebecca slid her hand down, placing it between Crystals legs, finding her swollen, hot and wet. "Oh you are horny. Your burning up aren't you?"

"Please Mistress." Crystal moaned. "I need to so bad. Please let me come."

Rebecca seemed to consider this. "Perhaps I will." Rebecca said stroking the labia as she spoke. "Perhaps I will let you come." She seemed to decide. "Yes, I think I will."

Crystal breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you Mistress."

"You may come at dinner, when you put on a show for us. I'm going to have you masturbate before all the Masters, on the end of the table, for our entertainment."

Crystal groaned. Her most private of actions, her sex open to inspection from the Masters. She would be there for the amusement of the Masters. Her desire, her need, and even her pleasure would be strictly based upon how amusing it was to the Masters. Crystal looked deeply into the eyes of Mistress Rebecca. The stories she'd read, talked about how the Master's would divine your most secret desire, and would make it real. In Mistress Rebecca's eyes, she saw Master. They knew her. All of them. They knew her every fiber, her every secret was revealed to them.

Once upon a time, she had believed that this meant she would be a thing, fucked and then thrown to the floor, like an old shirt, forgotten until the next desire of the Master. Now, she knew. She knew that serving Master meant giving them your heart, your soul, every fiber of your soul belonged to them. They would dive deeply into Crystal, not her sex, not just her mind. Every single shadow of her being would be opened and inspected over time, and they would demand that she hold nothing back and give them her self.

Crystal had thought that by being nude, she was offering everything, meaning her holes to be used by them. Now she realized the nudity was just symbolic. She had to give them her heart, her desires, and worse, admit her fears, and her torments.

"Mistress, please, I can't keep going like this." Crystal admitted. Her ears had a rushing sound in them. She had never been so horny before in her life.

"Oh, you want to have your cake now and later?" Mistress Rebecca asked surprised.

"Mistress please. I'll put on a good show, I'll make you happy, entertain you. Please, let me come now." Crystal begged, aware that nothing but absolute honesty would suffice.

"On the table slave." Rebecca said nastily.

Crystal moved and obeyed. She lay on the table, and quickly found her legs pushed up and out of the way. She moved her hand towards her sex and found her wrist slapped.

"I didn't tell you to play with yourself slave." Rebecca chided. "Hands behind your head. In fact." She raised her wrist. "Mistress Ann, please get some bindings, and join me in massage."

"Certainly Mistress Rebecca. I'm in Admin right now, I'll be there in two minutes, perhaps three." Ann answered.

Rebecca leaned down. "I didn't want you to think that I'd call a guy to fuck your hungry hole. Oh no. I'm going to be the one playing with you."

Crystal had her hands behind her head, and she shuddered in pure pleasure. Part of her mind remembered what Donna and Yvette had said. That sometimes their Master would torment them for days, constantly playing with their sex, driving their arousal higher, and higher, all for his amusement. They seemed cool with it, but Crystal wasn't cool now. She was open, and hot.

Rebecca stroked her thigh, running her hand lightly up Crystal's body. Ann opened the door and entered. "Ann, perfect timing."

"Sure Rebecca. I grabbed the basics, if we need something specific, I'll run and grab it." Ann answered her in a casual tone.

"Oh no problem, I intend on tormenting this little slut, if she begs me properly, I may, may grant her an orgasm. I'm also going to have her putting on a show for us tonight." Rebecca summarized.

Crystal was grinding her hips, trying to chase Mistress's hand. She was flushed, panting and she was obviously aroused.

"Good, I always enjoy a nice bit of entertainment for dinner." Ann said as she started to connect the bindings to Crystal's wrists and ankles. Rebecca joined her and soon Crystal was spread open, splayed for the amusement of the Masters.

Crystal groaned. "Mistress, please. Please let me come. I'll be good I swear it."

Rebecca gave a wink to Ann, and then put a scowl on her face. "We have an hour, perhaps more before dinner. You don't think we're going to spend that time just watching you enjoy yourself. How about a game Mistress Ann?"

"What game Rebecca?" Ann asked.

"Let's see who can get her closer to orgasm, without taking her over the edge. I'll bet you a dollar that I win." Rebecca said.

Ann grinned evilly. "I'll take that bet. I've had arousal with her, I know what makes her tick." Rebecca had told her that this would be the game, and it would teach Crystal that her every desire her very core had to be given to Master. Nothing could be held back, nothing could be reserved. All belonged to Master.

Crystal moaned and pulled on the bindings. "Please Mistress, give me one, just one, I'll do anything."

Rebecca put on hand on Crystal's now soaking wet cunt. "Oh slave, just keep begging, we'll know how close you are."

Ann stood back and waved a hand. "Lead us off Becca, but I will win."

Rebecca gently inserted one finger in Crystal. She started to ease in and out and began speaking. "Oh I know her too. I know what a little slut she is. I know what she dreams of. She wants cocks, a lot of really big cocks. She wants them in her cunt, her ass, and her mouth. She wants so many cocks lined up that someone would have to double park on her ass for an hour to wait their turn."

Crystal could picture that. It was her fantasy. To be a centerpiece of a gangbang. Somewhere, she had read the record for a gang bang was seventy guys. Of course, they had only fucked for a minute or two each, but still. Seventy guys fucking one girl. The finger in her pussy was too small to satisfy, but too big to ignore. She wanted a dozen guys, all hung like horses, to tear her apart.

Rebecca used her wet finger to slide along the slit, and then rub the clit gently.

Crystal moaned in passion, and tried to rub her clit on Mistress's finger, chasing it as she moved away. Dancing along the pussy to other parts that felt so good, but weren't enough. "Please, please make me come Mistress, please. Please. Oh Mistress, please make me come." Crystal was practically chanting by now.

Ann walked up and said. "Oh sure, that's a part of her fantasy. We talked her and I, and you know what she really wants to do?'

"Besides be a cum receptacle?" Rebecca asked ignoring Crystal's pleas.

Ann shook her head and lowered it towards Crystal's ear. "She wouldn't even admit it to me. I figured it out though, I saw the reaction I got last week." Ann rubbed her hands over Crystal's breast, tweaking the nipple, which made Crystal even hornier, or more aroused, or something. Crystal was in hell, one more stroke to her clit was enough. She knew it, and worse, Mistress Rebecca knew it.

"What little secret is she hiding from us Ann?" Rebecca asked as she lazily drew her fingers along the edges of Crystal's cunt. Rubbing the mons, staying away from the clit.

Ann leaned even closer. She whispered in Crystal's ear. So low, Rebecca couldn't hear it. "You want to be chained under a desk, and have men to suck, and women to lick don't you?"

Crystal had a tear in her eye. She nodded her head. The ultimate slave scenario in her mind. Unworthy to be seen. Not even knowing who was before her, just things for her mouth to work on. "Please." Crystal begged again. "Please."

Ann smiled at Rebecca. "Have her tell you."

"Crystal, are you hiding something from me?" Rebecca asked.

"Mistress, please." Crystal begged again.

"Not until you tell me what secrets you keep slave." Rebecca said as she slid only a fingertip into Crystal's hungry hole.

"Oh." Crystal moaned. "Mistress. Please." She begged again.

Ann leaned forward and gently started to draw circles on Crystal's breasts with a fingertip again.

Rebecca sighed. "I can't believe she's still hiding things from us. After all this time."

"Mistress. I want to be chained up under a desk. So I serve whoever sits at the desk. Men. Women. I don't see them, only what I'm supposed to suck." Crystal admitted in a loud voice. "Please let me come Mistress, I'll never hold anything back again." She cried out in frustrated agony. "Please Mistress. Please." She started sobbing.

Rebecca started to frig her clit, pushing her over the edge. Crystal bucked and cried out in joy as her orgasm finally arrived. Ann pinched her nipple, hard, but not savagely. Crystal climaxed and then again as Rebecca kept working the cunt with experience that Crystal didn't even imagine yet.

Finally, she stopped crying her passion out and she sobbed. "I'm sorry Mistress, I didn't tell you all. I'm so sorry."

Rebecca gently rubbed the mons, helping to bring the girl down. Ann had shifted, rubbing under her breasts, helping to settle her after the climax. "I know slave, you thought that giving us everything meant your holes. There's more to you that that, you've only just started to learn haven't you?"

"Yes." Crystal sobbed. She looked at Mistress Rebecca and said. "Yes I am Mistress. I know now. Everything. I'm giving you everything."

Ann caressed her head. "Yes slave. Everything. We want it, and won't accept less."

"I'm so sorry Mistress. I'm a whore." Crystal moaned. "A dirty whore."

"That's what your Mother would say." Rebecca said gently rubbing the girls thigh and then her waist. "We don't say that. We say you're a slave, and you belong to us."

"Your Mother tried to convince you of those things." Ann said gently. "They aren't true. A slave is not a whore." Ann leaned down and again spoke softly to Crystal's ear. "A slave serves Master, with pride, with honor."

Rebecca spoke on the other side. "Stop fighting us, we're going to make you a great slave Crystal."

Crystal wept and nodded. "I'm sorry Mistress."

The bindings were released and Crystal still confused found herself embracing both Mistress Ann and Mistress Rebecca as she wept. For almost five years, she was told how wrong she was for wanting this. For five years, she was belittled, berated, and even admitted to a psychiatric hospital for wanting this. She had fought back, knowing this was right, for her anyway. But damage had been done to her self-image. So much damage to her sense of self, that she had reduce slavery to the sexual, able to focus on only the physical.

For so long, she had kept her self inside, that now, she was having trouble opening up, afraid to share the truth with anyone, she'd been burned too often by her Mother.

Crystal finally stopped crying, and then she broke the embrace and wiped her eyes that were now red from crying and the purging of her soul. She looked up and said. "Thank you Mistress."

Rebecca nodded. "Now little one, you're ready to be a true slave. It's not what's between your legs that makes you a slave. It's here. In your heart." Rebecca placed a hand above her breast, about where Crystal's heart was.

Crystal nodded. "I understand Mistress. I get it now."

Rebecca smiled. "Yes, you do."

Ann caressed her head. "We'll cancel tonight's show. You have some thinking to do instead. After dinner, you're relieved of all chores. The remainder of punishment is canceled as well. No more syban."

"Mistress, I'll perform." Crystal started to say.

Ann shook her head. "No, I want you to find yourself, and then, find us."

Crystal didn't understand what that meant, but agreed. "Yes Mistress."

After Crystal was sent to clean herself up, Ann picked up the bindings. "Will it work Becca, will she choose us?"

"Yes." Rebecca said as she started to wipe the table down, removing the residue of Crystal's arousal with sterilizing wipes. She turned to the door and said. "Yeah. She's able to bridge the gap now. From who she thought she was, to who she really is."

"How could her Mother do that to her?" Ann asked, not for the first time.

"She thought she was doing the right thing. That's the terrible truth about abusive parents. They think they're doing the right thing most of the time." Rebecca said sadly.

Crystal sat in the slave dining hall, looking at her syban seat.

Geneva entered and sat next to the girl. "You OK?"

Crystal nodded as tears ran from her eyes and streaked her cheeks. "Yeah."

"What happened?"

"I've been lying to the Masters, and myself." Crystal admitted.

Geneva put an arm around her and gave her a hug. "You'll be OK Crystal."

"How do they do it? How do they look at us and see our deepest secrets and know the truth?" Crystal asked the question burning in her.

"They see things in us, things we don't see in ourselves. They see people in us, people who are better than we are, and they want those people." Geneva said with a small amount of reverence in her voice. "I thought the Army had written every book on knowing and caring for Soldiers. I now know, that was amateur night compared to these trainers."

Crystal wiped her eyes again. "My mom convinced me I was nothing but a dirty whore if I did this."

Geneva winced and said. "Nice."

Crystal nodded. "I'm not. I'm a slave. My body is nothing. It's my heart, my mind that makes me what I am. My body, it's nothing. I've thought of it as everything. It's nothing. It's not what Master wants, it's what I think that he wants."

Geneva agreed. "I figured that out too. I think we all do. We say we're giving the Master everything."

"It's a symbol is all." Crystal finished the sentence. "Our nudity, is symbolic. We can't hide anything, but I tried. I tried to hide things from them."

"What about now?" Geneva asked.

Crystal shook her head. "Now, I'm a slave. At least I think so." She swallowed hard. "Geneva, what if I was doing this just because I was told not to?"

Geneva didn't know the answer to that one. "The answer will come in time. Sleep on it. Give it a day, or two. You'll figure out what you want to do with yourself, and your life. Be patient and give yourself time is all."

Crystal nodded. She didn't answer otherwise. She was scared. What if she had been nothing more than a younger version of her mother's hard headed self? What if this was a phase, one she was determined to make real, only because her Mother was just as determined to make pass?

Devon listened to the report and nodded. "Good work you two. Nice catch Rebecca. Putting together the pieces, it wasn't easy."

Rebecca shrugged. "I had a overbearing Mother too. I know what she had endured. As I got to know her, I felt she was hiding something. I realized what it was not too long ago. It just wasn't possible she could have been stuck in a nuthouse for months and it not affected her."

Devon agreed. "Nice plan too. Take her to the edge, and keep her there until she admits one secret truth. Then the rest will run out the door right behind it. OK, light training tomorrow, give her a day to get accustomed to this, and we watch her, carefully."

Ann shifted. "Devon, if I may?"

Devon raised an eyebrow. "Yes Ann? Another suggestion?"

"Bed her tonight. One of the guys." Ann said.

Devon considered. "I think I understand what you're saying, but perhaps you should elaborate so I know we're talking on the same wavelength."

Ann took in a breath, and focused on him. "She's feeling vulnerable, alone. Possibly for the first time, she's defenseless before God, and Master. Her inner self is there, right there in the light of day. We think she's a slave at heart, so does she. Bed her, give her some pleasure, some passion, and then let her sleep."