The Vassal Academy Ch. 37

Devon sighed and nodded. "That's the story, she can't get to subspace, because she can't relax into the pain, she just starts to perpetually orgasm instead."

Rebecca entered the office and grunted. "Damn it, you always forget to tell me you're breaking out the booze."

Devon chuckled and pointed. Rebecca stepped to the cabinet and reached under the counter to a concealed fridge that was there. She took several ice cubes out of a tray and placed them in a shaker. She added Gin and said. "I'm going to show you how to make a proper Martini Carlos. First, add the Gin, and the ice. Then add the proper amount of Vermouth." She took the cap off the bottle of Vermouth and waved it once over the shaker. "Not too much now, it will ruin the drink otherwise."

Carlos laughed along with the others and said. "It looks like a chilled glass of Gin."

Rebecca turned and gave him a superior look. "That is what you think, the Vermouth makes it a Martini."

Rebecca strained it into a glass and added an Olive from a jar in the fridge. She sipped it and announced. "Perfect."

Devon chuckled and shook his head. "My staff demands perfection in everything they do."

Carlos smiled and returned to the subject. "So Crystal, if you can't graduate without subspace, what are you going to do with her?"

Devon shrugged. "I don't know yet."

"We'll pass her." Ann said while shifting to make room for Rebecca on the couch.

"We will?" Devon asked.

"The American With Disabilities Act says we will." Ann said with a small smile. "We're not allowed to punish someone because of a disability, or deny them opportunity."

Devon let out a bark of laughter and said. "Disability?"

Ann cocked her head. "Pain arousal conversion is a psychiatric condition isn't it?"

Devon waved his hand in a so-so manner, and then gestured for Ann to continue. "It's not possible for her to set that aside. She can't enter subspace, because she can't sink into and relax into the pain. It's simply not possible."

"Ok, so you're saying we should pass her anyway?" Devon asked.

"Devon, if that is the only thing holding her back, then yes, pass her anyway." Ann turned to Rebecca. "Right?"

Rebecca was sipping her drink. She paused and then shrugged. "Unless we think that she'll eventually stop being who she is, we have to pass her."

Devon pursed his lips in consideration. "Let's set that aside for the moment. It's not something that we need to decide now."

Ann held her glass out to Rebecca who touched the rim with her own. "We got him, he'll pass her anyway."

Rebecca laughed and said. "I've always said he was a big softie."

Devon sighed and said. "So subspace is the demonstrated achievement of the discipline that goes into the lifestyle Carlos."

Carlos nodded seriously. "I can see that."

Geneva stuck her head around the corner and found Diane sitting at the table, resting her head on her arm, and for all intents and purposes, asleep. She ducked back in the kitchen and said. "Josh, when can we have a bowl up for Diane?"

"Anytime really. Is she all right?"

"Yeah." Geneva said. "It just takes a lot out of you is all."

Josh nodded knowingly and quickly put a bowl together. Chef put a bowl of fruit on her tray and an extra slice of bread.

Geneva took it to Diane and woke her gently. "You have to eat something Diane, you still have a test in the morning, and you'll need your energy."

Diane rubbed her eyes for a second and nodded. She started to eat, and then picked up speed. She was hungry.

Geneva sat with her and helped keep her awake by talking to her and chatting about all sorts of things. Diane finished and blinked her eyes tiredly. "Go on to bed Diane, we'll take care of everything."

Diane thanked Geneva and then headed for the stairs. She found it was tough to climb them, but that was about normal after a session in the Dungeon. She collapsed into bed, and only half heartedly covered herself with the blanket. She was asleep ten seconds after closing her eyes.

Devon was just starting his own dinner with the Master's as Diane collapsed into bed. "OK, Diane's final day of tests is tomorrow, and ladies, make sure you pick good ones to use on her."

"I'll bring Clifford." Rebecca said as she bit into her first bite of food.

"No you won't." Ann said. "That damn thing would kill her."

"Clifford is Rebecca's pet Dildo." Andre explained. "It's huge, and to the best of my knowledge, never been used on anyone."

"It scares the hell out of the girls though." Rebecca said grinning.

Carlos nodded his understanding. "I see, a psychological fuck, instead of a physical."

Rebecca grinned and nodded. "I see you've learned. The mind Carlos, is where we try to possess them."

"I think Clifford would be counter productive." Devon said. "Perhaps some other time."

Rebecca grinned and nodded. "Right Devon, she'll be intimidated enough as it is."

Devon nodded. "Let's not forget, Diane is a wallflower, no matter how much progress we've made, she's still got low self esteem issues. So don't get too carried away if you're talking to her. Don't make the mistake of calling her worthless, or anything like that."

Ann looked at Carlos, and then at Devon. "Worried Devon?"

Devon nodded. "A Gangbang is not something to take lightly." He sighed. "Diane has had four major fears here. First that she wasn't good enough, then her self esteem, then the anal. This is her last fear."

"How do you know that?" Carlos asked.

Devon gestured towards Andre who took the question. "Part of their arousal training. We explore their minds, and examine their fantasies. This way, we can find out what turns them on, and what doesn't. We give them different ideas, and see how they react."

Thomas picked it up. "She's always had a fear reaction to the image of the Gangbang. It scares her. She's afraid of it."

"Exactly." Andre said nodding his head. "She's afraid of it, and if we don't do it right tomorrow, we'll reinforce that fear, instead of diminishing it."

"Which means we have to pay close attention to her zones." Devon said.

"Her neck, near the shoulder." Carlos said with a lit up expression on his face.

"How the hell did you learn that?" Ann asked obviously surprised.

"When I was with her, and Geneva, she told me Geneva's spot, and Geneva told me hers. She called it the secret spot." Carlos explained on for a moment.

Devon smiled. "I'm glad you remembered. When you have the chance, work it with your hands, your mouth, anything really."

Ann didn't allow her inner discomfort to show. She'd been seen nude by everyone at this table, besides Carlos, on more than one occasion. Some of them, it had been several times over the last few months. However, it had always been one on one. Her limited experience with multiple partners was one disaster, with Andre and Suzanne which resulted in Andre getting his ass kicked. One good experience, with Devon and Crystal.

Otherwise, she had been a viewer, but not a participant. She stopped her revery long enough to notice Devon watching her. He said. "Ann, if you have a few minutes after dinner, I'd like to go over some long term plans with you."

Ann blinked for a moment and then nodded. "Sure Devon."

In his office, after dinner, she accepted a dollop of Brandy in a large snifter. She sipped at the whiskey and crossed her legs. "So what is it Devon?"

"Are you all right?"

"Sure, why?"

"Ann." Devon began and then he sipped his own drink. "Forgive me, but you've seemed instantly uncomfortable whenever the discussions have settled on Diane, and I wanted to make sure you were OK with this before tomorrow."

Ann set her glass down. "Am I that transparent?"

Devon smiled sportively. "Not at all. It's just that I know you fairly well, and have made a practice of reading tiny signs that others might well miss."

Ann sat for a moment and said. "I'm scared."

Devon nodded and waited. Ann took another sip of the drink and then said. "Devon, I've been with all of you, and I'm comfortable with that."

"Is it Carlos?"

Ann shook her head. "Not really." She waved a hand. "I'm comfortable with myself, but there is something about this that makes me nervous."

Devon nodded. "Understandable. Believe me when I say, there is nothing to it."

Ann snorted. "Sure, I'm going to be in a gang bang tomorrow, no problem."

Devon chuckled at Ann's sarcasm and then got a bit more serious. "Would you prefer to go to town? I could send you now, and you could spend the night there with Dominique."

Ann sighed. "Diane is expecting all of us isn't she?"

Devon shrugged. "A few short minutes into the test and she'll be too busy to notice who is where, or if someone is missing."

Ann sat for a moment. "It's expected so I have to do it."

Devon sipped at his drink and took a moment to savor the flavors of the Brandy. Then he swallowed and spoke. "Our sense of duty, your sense of duty, is very strong Ann."

"Why do I feel uncomfortable about being nude before everyone? They've all seen me, you've all seen me."

Devon smiled. "Ann, you're human. You've spent your entire life before you came here with the idea that you must cover yourself. Especially in public." Devon waved a hand to show it didn't really matter. "So you've come here, and you've become reasonably comfortable, in private, with your nudity. However, tomorrow is essentially public, despite it being in the house we control."

Ann considered. "It's the setting, more than the nudity?"

Devon nodded. "Yes, and that's all you have to remind yourself of."

Ann shifted a bit and said. "Devon, what would you have done if I had said I couldn't do it? What would you have said to Diane, or Dominique."

Devon smiled gently. "I would have told Diane you were called away by our glorious leader, not in those words, and I would have told Dominique that you were going there to meet future clients."

"You would have lied?" Ann asked surprised.

Devon shrugged. "There are many truths, and although focusing on one, may be a bit of a lie." He sighed. "It's a lie, and it isn't."

Ann laughed at his discomfort. "So you would eventually tell Dominique the truth."

Devon nodded. "Yes, and I'd just tell her that it was a bit more than you were capable of, but not all that important in my opinion."

Ann swirled the remaining drink in the glass and then raised it to her lips. She lowered the glass after a small sip and said. "Devon, I think I can do this, without any real problem. After all, for the most part, all I have to do is strap up and plow in when one of you is resting."

Devon nodded a bit. "That's it for you."

"Will Carlos participate?"

Devon shrugged. "I think so, but it's a close thing. He may shy away when he see's the rest of us."

Ann considered. "Andre."

Devon nodded. "He's rather impressive."

Ann sighed. "He's inhuman. That thing is huge."

Devon nodded. "He's extraordinary all right."

Ann rolled the drink around in her glass and then finished it with one large swallow. She moved to the cabinet and poured another portion into the glass. "I've gotten used to this stuff, it's pretty good."

"It's nice to relax with your peers after a hard days work." Devon said.

Ann turned around and said. "Devon, how bad will it be tomorrow?"

Devon pursed his lips and considered. "It will probably last an hour and a half or so. She'll be close to exhaustion by then. She'll have two and three in her most of the time, and she'll have hands all over her."

"Why?" Ann asked the question that was bothering her.

"It's the most degrading thing we do here." Devon began as he also stood to get another serving of Brandy. Ann poured it into his glass and he stepped back and leaned on his desk, resting his ass on it's edge. "It's the absolute maximum we expect of a student."

"No, I mean, I can understand an orgy." Ann said. She grimaced and said. "Sort of."

Devon smiled and gestured for her to continue. After a moments hesitation, Ann did. "But everyone fucking one, it just seems so depraved."

Devon nodded. "Yes, in a way it is."

"Why?"

"Tradition is a part of it. An extreme activity to show they've reached the goal, and of course, the final test. Will she keep her submissive traits through it?"

Ann finished her drink and walked to the chair. Placing her hands on it's back, she groaned inwardly. "I guess I better get to bed, I have a gang bang in the morning, and I wouldn't want to look tired for it."

"See you in the morning Ann." Devon said.

He took their glasses to the kitchen and rinsed them out. He set them on the counter and then went upstairs himself. Taking a moment to listen in the hallway, he could barely make out a TV coming from the dayroom, and he turned towards his own door. He knew they were not paying enough attention to the other slaves, and he knew there was no way around it. Diane had to come first right now. After her final, they could start to show some more attention towards Geneva and Crystal.

Ann was dressed in her oversized shirt for bed. She finished her nightly routine and then sat on the edge of her bed. She checked her coffee pot, and her alarm. Both were ready. She lay down and covered herself and then tried to sleep.

Ann sighed and sat back up after twenty minutes of staring at the wall. She growled her frustration out and decided that she needed to do something to really exhaust herself.

She put on some shorts and a sports bra before she walked down to the gym. She found Andre inside lifting weights. "Hey Andre."

"Hello Ann." Andre answered.

"Strange time for you to be working out." Ann pointed out.

"I work out when I can. I was busy today, so it's now." Andre said as he flexed his arms across his chest and settled before grabbing the bar again. He started doing reps on the bench press as he breathed out on every cycle.

Ann looked at the bar, Andre always cleared it after his workout. She counted all four of the fifty pound weight's on the bar, and then two more twenty five pound weights, plus the forty five pound bar, meant Andre was pressing two hundred and ninety five pounds. "Jesus, how many do you do?"

Andre finished another set, and returned the bar to it's holder before he answered. "That was the fourth, and last set of ten."

"Why Andre? You're not a body builder, so why?"

He shrugged. "I was a skinny kid, who was always lanky and scrawny." He smiled. "The society suggested that I start lifting weights, and I did. I found that I enjoyed it. So I kept it up and now it's just something I do."

Ann tried to imagine him as a skinny kid. She couldn't. She turned to her own favorite machine, and started the treadmill to going. "So how did you find the society?"

"They found me." Andre said. "I was working a dead end job, and they found me, tested me, and decided I would do."

"Then they took you and trained you?" Ann asked.

"Yeah." Andre said. "I was recruited, and tested as a slave. They found I would do a better job as a trainer, and so here I am."

Ann had picked up a decent run. She panted as she ran, and promised herself, again, to get down here more often. Andre smiled. She glared at him and it bounced off his thick skin. He turned to the fly machine and started to do those exercises.

Ann ran for twenty minutes before she turned and started to leave. "Ann, wait a minute."

She turned back and found Andre stripping the weights off the bar and returning it to the way others would use it. He wiped it down with a towel next and was ready to walk with her after a moment. "Are you all right?"

Ann nodded. "Yeah. I guess I'm a little nervous, my first gang bang."

Andre nodded. "My first one was with me in the middle."

Ann groaned. "I think that's what I'm afraid of."

Andre grinned easily and said. "As Churchill said, we have nothing to fear but fear itself."

"When did you get into History?" Ann asked as they both sipped some water in the kitchen.

"I was always somewhat interested." Andre said. "It was a hobby I got into when I was in the society. History books are everywhere, and so I started reading."

Ann nodded. "Everyone has a hobby don't they?"

"Rebecca reads mysteries and detective novels. Devon loves psychology texts." Andre said.

"Thomas loves art." Ann said. "What about Jeannette?"

"Music." Andre said. "We all have something like that, something that soothes our souls, peaks our interest, or fascinates us."

"I don't." Ann said.

Andre shrugged. "You will, right now you are exploring and tasting a little of everything. You'll find something that fascinates you eventually."

Ann finished her glass of water and said. "Good night Andre, see you in the morning."

"Good night Ann."

Ann took another hot shower, and again crawled into bed. This time she slept.

Diane was first up in the morning, after sleeping nearly ten hours. She took a shower and was in her room smoothing her bed when Jeannette started down the hall to check with Master Devon.

"Good morning Master." Jeannette greeted Devon.

"Good morning Jeannette." Devon replied. "We know what's happening this morning don't we?"

"Yes Master, Diane's test." Jeannette confirmed.

Devon nodded. "That's it. I want Geneva standing by, in case something goes wrong, Crystal to the Kitchen."

Jeannette nodded her understanding. Devon waved a hand and said. "That's it Jeannette, let's get Diane qualified."

Diane was in the dayroom wiping things down when Jeannette came by. "Diane, you know where you're going to be right?"

Diane nodded. "Testing."

"Central area." Jeannette confirmed.

In the shower Jeannette briefed the others. "Geneva, you're in the aide station this morning, in case something goes horribly wrong with Diane."

"Right Jeannette." Geneva said as she rinsed her hair.

"Crystal, you're in the kitchen." Jeannette said as she stepped out.

"Got it." Crystal said.

Ann was dressed in comfortable slacks and a blouse. No bra, it would just get tossed aside in a short while. She had selected lacy targa style panties, unwilling to go commando even for a couple hours.

She picked up her strap on harness and checked the dildo that was attached. Six inches long, sort of normal thickness, and curved slightly upwards. It was bright pink, the same one she'd used on Crystal so long ago. She looked in the mirror, and pretended she couldn't see the slight hint of fear around her own eyes.

Courage is what we do when we're afraid. Courage comes from without, as much as within. Often, courageous actions are instigated not by a sense of fearlessness, but instead, of being more afraid of failing before ones peers than of the other possible results.

Ann felt comforted by those words, from another book Devon had her read. The rest of the book was rubbish, but that part, that Devon had highlighted, and used to discuss peer pressure in dangerous situations was very enlightening. Ann had considered it, and tried to imagine herself running away as a cop. She couldn't imagine it. She would look like a wimp before the other cops, the peer pressure mentioned, and she would feel ashamed for failing before them.

Ann walked down the hall from her room and down into the office. She didn't want to take her strap on to breakfast. How could anyone eat with a six inch dildo standing up on the table? Laying the phallus on her chair, she turned and went back along the route to the dining room. Thomas was already there Josh was just finishing up pouring the juice in the glasses. "Good morning Thomas, how are you Josh?"

"Good Mistress Ann." Josh said. "Breakfast will be in here in a minute."

"Thank you Josh." Ann said as she sat.

Thomas was glancing at the newspaper, scanning the headlines. "Another bank robbery yesterday."

"Same bad guys?" Ann asked.

"Looks like. No comment from the Sheriff." Thomas said.