The Vassal Academy Ch. 33

"I apologize for this, but I needed to show Master Carlos that our power, is limited. Our control is not absolute. We don't actually own you, and you aren't mine to do with as I please." Devon said just as gently as he had spoken a moment ago. "I needed to show him that obedience, the obedience and loyalty you've given us is freely given, and received with respect, and love."

Geneva surprised Carlos then by breaking training and throwing her arms around Devon. "Oh Master, it was a test, thank you Master, I was terrified I would have to safeword."

Devon hugged her back and gently spoke saying. "It's all right Geneva, it's all right, yes, a test for Carlos, and for you. You passed. You've done so well, and I'm so very pleased an proud of you."

Geneva was crying as she held on to Devon.

Ann turned and said. "I'll go talk to Jeannette, would you like to see her reaction Carlos?"

Carlos walked behind Ann and watched as the scene was played over again. Ann started speaking as she entered the office. "Slave Jeannette." She stopped in front of Jeannette. "You've obeyed the hard limits, and threat or coercion didn't work to change your mind. This was a demonstration for Master Carlos, please return to your duties, and know we are pleased and proud of you."

Jeannette stood up, and while she maintained a stoic face, it was obvious that she was relieved that things hadn't gone completely insane here. She started to speak. "Yes Mistress." Then she sighed audibly and smiled in relief. "Thank you Mistress."

Devon entered with Geneva and walked to his desk. "Please remain a moment Jeannette." He sat on the edge of his desk and said to Geneva. "Please tell Master Carlos why the hard limits are important."

Geneva stammered for a moment. It was obvious that she was still upset. "Master, they're absolutely forbidden. They're in my contract, they're in the agreement."

"Why is that important Geneva?" Devon asked again.

Geneva obviously concentrated for a few seconds. "Master, I think it's because that's the line we don't cross. I'm a slave, and I serve Master, and I've given Master everything. That's the line Master promises never to cross. The promise that I'll never have to do those things."

"Why are those things so bad Geneva?" Ann asked.

Geneva looked down. "Mistress, they are the final dehumanizing things, we don't do that. I'm a slave by choice. But I'm a person too. I shouldn't be shit on, or pissed on, or be cut." She struggled for the words. "I think it's because across that line, sickness lies. Across that line, Master stops being my Master, and becomes the devil."

"You mean, that the only reason for those activities, is the sadistic pleasure of your Master, there is nothing in it for you?" Devon asked.

Geneva nodded. "I'm sorry Master, I don't know how to say it better."

Devon stepped to her and again caressed her cheek and wiped her tear away. "You've said it just fine Geneva. Just fine."

The slaves left, feeling a little confused, but greatly relieved that sanity existed after all. Devon turned to Carlos. "Do you understand now? They're slaves, by choice. There are things you may never do, because you've given your word to care for them, as well as command them."

Carlos sat heavily and said. "She was crying, terrified."

Devon nodded. "Geneva is a humiliation junkie, you know that. Why would she be afraid of those things? Shouldn't she desire them?"

Carlos slumped showing his defeat and asked. "How do you do it? How do you know them so well?"

"Imagine yourself in their place, and imagine how it would make you feel." Ann said. "Read their body language. Imagine that they're a pet, a cat or a dog. When they tuck that tail, they're scared. When they start to cower, they're terrified."

"They are not just fuck holes for our amusement, they are in our care. We have to love them, and care for them, as much as they love, and care for us." Devon summarized.

"We need them, because we need to feel like we're in control, but we're responsible for them too, and we know when we've pushed too far, or not far enough." Ann continued. "They are better with us, than without us. That is the first truth I learned here. The second is that I am better with them, than without them too."

"They really aren't our property, like livestock. They don't exist for our amusement, and that's why the utterly dehumanizing, the ultimate dehumanizing action doesn't happen here ever." Devon said.

Ann asked a question next. "What do you think would happen if one of those girls got pregnant?"

"What?" Carlos asked. "I thought they would use the pill."

"Oh they do, but from time to time the pill will fail. Do you think that we'd march them to the clinic and demand an abortion? Do you think that we'd throw the woman out and tell her to deal with the problem and then come back?" Ann asked.

"I don't know." Carlos admitted. "I hadn't thought of that."

Ann sat on the couch heavily. "I have. I know we wouldn't throw them out, but how do you raise a kid in a house like this? Where people are naked, and running around practicing sexual techniques."

Devon sighed heavily. "I've thought about it too." He admitted. "It's one of the prayers that I have daily, that I won't be faced with this question."

"The only answer I've come up with is a guest house, constructed near the dock, where the child can stay. Somewhere that doesn't have this going on, but then, the windows. We know that the perv at the dock stares at the kitchen with binoculars, and we ignore it because he hasn't done anything else. But what if the kid comes home from school, and looks and sees his Mother prancing around the kitchen naked?" Ann said allowing some frustration to come out.

"Difficult under the best of circumstances." Devon admitted. "We may have to cross that bridge one day, but stressing ourselves out now doesn't get us anywhere."

"These are just some of the questions you have to answer as a Dominant Carlos. Not just if you want your fucking Cock sucked, or if you want her to bounce on that pecker like it's the greatest thing in the world. When you figure out it's about more than your little head, I'll march a slave to you and tell you to feel free to fuck the shit out of her. Until then, you're not touching my slaves." Ann said hotly.

Carlos felt small, almost insignificant. He looked up, his eyes reflecting the conflict, and the humiliation he felt inside. He nodded, unwilling to trust his voice at the moment.

"Take some time, consider these lessons Carlos, relax a bit before dinner. Don't feel too bad, and don't be too hard on yourself. This is the tearing down of the house I mentioned, and now you see how important it is to do the destruction completely. Now, we can start to build you a house of happiness that will last, for you, and your mate." Devon told him gently.

Carlos walked out of the office after another small nod. He seemed smaller somehow, contracted in on himself. His bluster and machismo stripped from him entirely. Devon walked around his desk and sat in his chair. He raised his hands and tiredly rubbed his face and said. "Ann, did we do it?"

Ann said. "Yeah, I think so. Give it a day to cement, but yeah, now he'll learn what Dominance is about, and then he'll never make that mistake again."

Devon looked at the door and wearily said. "I still have Geneva tonight, I promised her in oral arts."

"The body must deliver what the mouth has promised?" Ann said chuckling as she stood and headed for the door. Her own work called to her.

Devon leaned back tiredly and said to the now empty room. "Thank you God, for letting that go exactly as I thought it would." Geneva had been the risky one, her fear at Devon's apparent anger could have backfired, and she might have knelt and waited for him to humiliate her. He couldn't plan it out with her though, she wasn't a very good actress. Jeannette followed instructions from before the Academy was open. Refuse to follow the order, no matter who is giving it. No matter what is threatened.

Devon made a note for the trainers to put Geneva and Jeannette up for a spin on the table. They had both earned it.

Geneva looked at her shaking hands in the dining hall and blinked her tears away. "I was terrified Jeannette, what if he made me do it?"

"The hard limits are just that, hard limits." Jeannette soothed gently.

"You didn't see him, he was so angry, almost furious that I would disobey."

Jeannette hugged her and held her close. She decided that Geneva needed something to calm her. Not knowing prescription drugs, she didn't want to go to the aide station and try and find a pill. Instead she remembered what Master Andre had told them about the Military during the war. And since. Geneva walked to Master Devon's office, and quickly filled him in, and got his permission for a small one. Jeannette poured a very small dollop, hardly more than a mouthful of Brandy into a glass, not a snifter, and carried it back to Geneva.

"Drink this." Jeannette said.

Geneva took it and sniffed it once. "Alcohol. Prohibited."

"Not by the hard limits, only by Master's order, and Master Devon said you could have it." Jeannette said.

Geneva handed the glass back. "I'm OK."

Jeannette spoke into her watch. "Master, Geneva thinks it's prohibited."

"Geneva, have a drink, you've earned it." Devon said through the watches.

"I'd rather have some ice cream." Geneva mumbled as she reached for the glass.

"I'll see to that." Jeannette said as Geneva swallowed the booze in two large sips.

"What?" Geneva asked.

"We'll have some ice cream tonight. No problem." Jeannette replied and turned with a flourish carrying the glass to the sink.

Chef took the instructions in stride and said. "Josh, see to that. A scoop of ice cream for the slaves, a desert for them."

"We have Vanilla for pies and such." Josh said. "We also have that strawberry ice cream you got a couple days ago."

Chef considered. "The strawberry, it's a nice mix."

"Sure Chef, you got it." Josh replied.

Crystal grinned. "I get ice cream, and sex tonight. Wow."

Jeannette smiled tolerantly at the teenager and walked towards Admin. Devon grunted and nodded his head in approval. "Once a week, no more."

"Yes Master." Jeannette said smiling.

Carlos was in his room, and unaware of the efforts to smooth the feathers of the slaves. He was instead reflecting on the illusions that life presented us, ones we took for granted, and even came to expect.

Power itself is an illusion. You only have power if the people you're trying to influence agree with you. If they are more afraid of the action, then your threat, the power is gone in a flash. Everything is an illusion, because it can all be gone in an instant.

Carlos was thinking of something else too. He picked up his cell phone and unplugged it from the charger. He glanced and saw no messages. He selected a number from the list and touched the button to dial the number. He was connected in a minute and said. "Uncle Fernando. I was thinking about the Sugar Farm at Santo Domingo."

"What about it?"

"I believe the production isn't up to where it should be because the land is getting tired. I think we need to rotate the crops Uncle."

"It was a dry year, that is all." Fernando said. "The next year will be better."

"Uncle, it has been producing Sugar Cane for ten years. That is five times the norm. The land is tired. Give it a year, or two, of other crops. Rice is a good crop too, and makes a good deal of money on the market, and a year or two of rice would restore the land." Carlos insisted.

The discussion lasted ten more minutes, and finally Fernando promised to mention it at the next meeting. Carlos hung up and looked at his phone. Rice was frowned on at the moment. Corn and sugar were in high demand for the ethanol production, so even the weaker sugar from that farm's less than optimal production were in high demand, and very valuable. Technically, the farms were outside his area of responsibility. The transportation was more his area of responsibility. That of course, was a joke. However, the trucks sitting idle because there was no sugar to move to the port at Ponce to be processed in Venezuela and other locations also meant that drivers were being paid to sit and stare at the walls. Hardly a profitable activity.

Perhaps Uncle Fernando would decide that a year or two of rice, which tended to thrive in the heat and humidity that was Puerto Rico's normal year round climate would be worth it. They could also sell the rice for a good price in the current market couldn't they?

Fernando called up the production numbers on the farm in question, ready to look at them again, and the soil samples. The soil samples from last month tested lower in several key nutrients than was ideal, but Fernando wasn't ready to quit. He called up the soil samples of five and then seven years ago. It was right there in the numbers, the land was being stripped of key nutrients, and another couple years would see it needing to be fertilized and mulched and planted with rice for at least five or perhaps as much as seven years to bring it back.

Then Fernando had a decision. If Carlos had spoken to his brother, then Fernando would himself be the odd man out. He turned and looked out at the night as darkness fell. It had been many hours of staring at numbers, and he was wrong about the plan to use additional fertilizer to stabilize the soil. It wasn't working, and the numbers showed it. The depletion of the soil was increasing and that meant the crops needed to be rotated at the next planting.

Fernando turned to other numbers, he still had work, and Carlos was gone, so no one could look at the numbers from the factory turning out the injected plastic toys that children loved.

Carlos was subdued at dinner, and noticed the trainers seemed equally subdued. He looked at them and was almost afraid to ask. "Is everyone as disappointed in me as I am?"

"Not at all." Devon said. "We're keeping it low to give you time to adjust is all."

"Training for today is about done anyway." Rebecca explained gently.

"We're not disappointed in you. We understand the shock to your system is all." Thomas chimed in.

Devon led the trainers through a quick briefing on the training so far today, and the activities of the evening.

Carlos listened, but he was sure they were being kind. Perhaps this too was something he wasn't cut out for.

Fernando called Carlos's phone number, and got the voice mail. He left a message. "When did you see the soil sample numbers? It doesn't matter, you're right. I'm going to speak to your brother, and start plans to return to crop rotation schedules."

Carlos didn't see that he had a message that night. He wouldn't see before morning. Then it would be in the nick of time.

Devon sat in the chair in his room and waited for Geneva to finish her chores. He rubbed a hand over his face, and considered how tired he was getting. His cell phone buzzed and he pulled it out and looked at it. It was the recipe he'd asked for. He'd start looking for the ingredients tomorrow.

Andre stretched and opened the cupboard where he kept his personal collection of bindings. He selected several and placed them on his desk, where he could easily grab them to restrain Crystal.

Geneva rushed through after dinner clean up and then went to the restroom to clean herself up. She wanted to be especially clean tonight.

Crystal flew through the after dinner clean up and quickly approached Master Andre's door. Anticipation flooded through her. She loved Master Andre, he was so big, and brutal, and at the same time, somehow completely understood what she wanted, and needed. She felt a shiver rush through her and settle below her belly as she reached and knocked on his door. When the command to enter came, she found him standing near the desk, and her eyes locked hungrily on the assorted bindings she could recognize. She wanted this, more than anything in life, she wanted what she knew would happen tonight. She tore her gaze from the bindings, and focused on Andre, who had a wicked smile on his lips.

Andre steeped towards Crystal and took his time, obviously appraising the teenager. She licked her lips as she closed the door and stood enduring the tease of his inspection. "Slave, you've come to my room as ordered. Now attend me as I desire."

Crystal shivered again, and looked up at Andre, his eyes bright and lustful. "Yes Master."

She was next on her knees, his cock in her mouth, and she suckled on him, bringing him to erection. He held her hair in his hand, and her mouth opened more to accommodate his growing girth. Her own sex was wet, willing, demanding.

"Slave, I want to give you a treat, in anticipation of your pleasing me tonight." Andre said as he forced more of himself in her mouth.

Crystal couldn't answer, not with a mouth full of cock, pushing at her throat, but she wasn't trained how to swallow this club yet, so she didn't try, instead using her tongue to trap his cock half an inch before she'd gag.

"I want to put a vibrating plug up your little ass, and then fuck the living daylights out of you. I want to feel the vibrations as I fuck that cunt. I want to feel you squirming under me, desperate to come, and since I think you've been doing a good job lately, I'm going to let you come." Andre said as she nearly choked on his prick.

Crystal purred in satisfaction, and anticipation of this glorious image. Her body, intended to please him, her body manipulated to please him. She shivered again and doubled her efforts on his cock. Wanting it rock hard, wanting it as big as possible, and then wanting it tearing her in two.

Andre pulled her back form his cock by her hair, and she looked up at him, eyes dark, smoky in arousal. She reached and began to stroke his cock. She broke training technically, but it was sort of expected, she was a horny thing. "Fuck me Master. Fuck me." She breathed raggedly.

Andre smiled and reached for the bindings. Binding her wrists to her ankles, thus guaranteeing that she would be unable to straighten her legs out, and really was only able to keep them open, and out of his way. Crystal squirmed as he buckled the bindings to her ankles. Then she locked her eyes on the nipple clamps he held teasingly before her. They would hurt. Wickedly gleaming in the light of the room, she watched as he played gently with first her right nipple, drawing it to full erection, and then applied the clamp. He released the spring, and it pinched her sensitive nipple with a savagery that she couldn't have imagined. She cried in surprise and then ground her hips as her body responded to the pain. Her left nipple was similarly teased, and then clamped.

Andre watched as she adapted to the pain, and then inserted the plug in her ass. It was fairly small, smaller than the current plug she was rated on, but it vibrated mercilessly.

Crystal swiveled her hips, chasing the pleasure, engrossed in the feelings of the plug making her feel like all her womanly parts were being vibrated. Andre slid his cock into her waiting hole, and she felt complete as her sex was filled, stretched, and then painfully stretched. She came, and Andre shoved a gag into her mouth, shaped like a dildo, her tongue running over the cock shaped head of the gag. She bit down on it, something she couldn't ever do to a real cock, as another climax built within her.

Andre pawed at the girls breasts, roughly squeezing them, and then released the right nipple clamp. The blood rushing back into the nipple caused Crystal's eyes to water, and then she got wetter somewhere else, as she sank into the pain, and the pleasure.

He rolled her over onto her knees, her face in the bed, as he mounted her again from behind. Her pussy was bright red, partially from arousal, and partially from the abuse he was heaping on it. He smacked her ass hard, his bare hand leaving a red print where he struck her. Crystal came again.