S.W.A.T. Chapter 12

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SUBMISSIVE WIVES ACADEMY OF TRAINING

Chapter Twelve - Graduation Day -- Finale

Jan followed the woman, trying to keep up on the rough concrete floor of first one hallway, then another. The woman's flabby arms jiggled and rolls of fat drooped over the waistband of her kilt as she jerked on Jan's leash. They came to a white-tiled room with harsh lighting at the end of the hall. Jan saw two women there with buckets and brushes, smiling and waiting for her. Jan's escort unclipped the leash and shoved her into the room, slamming the door behind her.

The two women grabbed Jan and pulled her to a row of shower heads as she was pummeled by blasts of cold water, then shoved under scalding hot, then made to stand against the wall with her arms spread as they scrubbed her with stiff brushes and soap that smelled like turpentine, then pushing back under cold shower spray. But the harsh soap and the abrasive brushes didn't seem to bother Jan as she felt the warm water on her body,, the first real shower of any kind since she'd been in this place.

And today I become a true slave, she said to herself, though she thought back on her time in training and realized she'd probably already shown herself to be solid slave material, or at least she was determined to show everyone that she would be a fantastic slave. She wondered about what they had in store for her, but then for the first time in a few days she thought of Dave, and when he would get to see her as a slave. His slave.

Without a word, the two women took her by the elbows and directed her to another door, this one only about two feet high. As it opened, Jan dropped to her knees and crawled out quickly, propelled by the foot of one of the women who had bathed her. Jan was immediately hauled to her feet and felt not one but two chains being clipped to her collar, her bells jingling incessantly as she was escorted down yet another hallway to a small room with rings set at varying heights in the walls. Jan was led to one of the lower rings, about knee height, and one of her chains was clipped to it. The woman who clipped the chain merely said, "Wait," and she left the room. Jan glanced to the side and saw Maureen in the corner with her lead chain clipped to a high ring that kept her standing on tiptoe. Another woman in a black kilt and heavy sandals walked over to Jan, pushing her face to the floor.

"Pay attention to my feet, not some other cuntslave," the woman said, pushing Jan's head down with her foot and offering her bare toes to Jan's lips. Jan licked at the toes with black polish on the nails, taking each one in her mouth, licking and sucking as the woman flexed them and shoved them in her mouth and grinding the sole of her sandal against Jan's chin. Jan heard a door open and another slave was led in and chained up somewhere behind her and she didn't dare look as she continued to tongue bathe the foot in front of her.

What's the meaning of this, Jan asked herself, when I thought I'd be moving up here I am sucking some fat toes. Suddenly, the feet shoved against her cheek and pushed her away. She felt the lead chain being unclipped and she was yanked to her feet by it.

"Move along," another woman commanded, gripping the chain as Jan felt the first woman's foot kicking her solidly in the ass to move her as she grabbed the other chain on Jan's collar and the two of them marched her to a door that swung open as they approached. Jan could see a series of steel tables with what looked like enema bags hanging above, and exam chairs with stirrups and locking straps. The two women herded Jan to one of the chairs and jerked her into it, grabbing her legs and setting them in the stirrups where they could strap her ankles and calves in tight. The chair began to recline back, and her legs were spread wide, then even wider as her ass was raised up above head height. A strap was secured around her head and another on her neck so Jan was totally immobilized. One of the two matrons, as Jan thought of them, grabbed a handful of Jan's pubic hair and shook and twisted.

"Just look at this cunt mop here," the woman laughed, pulling even harder. "It's gonna be some fun getting rid of this, eh darlin?" The other matron chuckled as she grabbed a hank of ass hair and pulled on it.

"Oh yeah, hon, it's gonna be a fun one today," she agreed as they both giggled and laughed.

Just then another door opened and two women in white coats entered with a trolley. Jan heard the squeak of the wheels though she couldn't see what the trolley carried, but she began to get an idea. The taller of the two white-coated women, who looked to be in her fifties or sixties with gray streaked hair and glasses on her nose, leaned over Jan and showed a very predatory grin as she spoke.

I'm Mistress Barbara the Barber, and this is my slave girl razorbitch," she said.

"We're going to get you groomed and smoothed for your presentation, using scissors, clippers, depilatory, waxes, and a razor or two to make that smelly hairy cunt as smooth and shiny as a new-born baby. The woman stepped back and Jan could see the image of a red straight razor and scissors embroidered on the woman's coat as she picked up a pair of scissors and flexed them open and shut. One of the matrons stepped up over Jan's face.

"And don't forget these," the matron laughed, flourishing a pair of needle-nosed pliers in each hand. "We'll pluck you up good, girlie," she giggled, joined by the other matron and Jan saw another grin from Mistress Barbara.

"Don't you just love a big bowl of pasta, where you wrap it around the fork?" the matron smiled. "That's how we will use these utensils to enjoy ourselves on you today!"

They all joined in the laughter, even the razorbitch and Jan felt two of them already working on twirling some pussy hair in the jaws of the pliers and giving a huge yank to remove some hair. Mistress Barbara stopped the two matrons from their gleeful plucking for a moment.

"Just hold on, let's first get some warmup done here," she said, holding a folded towel with forceps, steam rolling off it. She spread the hot towel over Jan's cunt and ass crack and the heat surged onto her. Jan hissed and caught her breath from the shock of the heated towel. The razorbitch stepped between Jan's legs to press the hot towel into the folds of her crotch and the ass crack.

"That will help prep the surface for a complete removal," Mistress Barbara said, turning away and reaching for some implements on the trolley. "While razorbitch and I work on armpit hair, why don't the two of you enjoy your plier plucking?"

The two didn't need much encouragement as they gleefully began to pluck small chunks of pube hair from Jan, especially around her anal ring. They pulled and plucked methodically, gradually making a larger circle around Jan's asshole completely bare of hairy growth.

Meanwhile, Mistress Barbara and her slave had run clippers over both armpits, then slathered them generously with shaving foam. The razorbitch worked efficiently with a straight razor while Mistress began to spread some sort of cream all over Jan's legs and back.

"This is the best and strongest depilatory we have," she said with a certain pride, "and it will smooth you out like a baby." It also burned and itched something fierce Jan realized as the sensation crept over her and the two matrons continued with their diabolical devices. The had worked their way down the crack of Jan's ass and were working at plucking a bare line right up along her labia when the door crashed open and the booming voice of Sister Flogger announced her entrance.

"What exactly are you cunts up to?" she cried. "Let's get this done so we can enjoy the view of this new slave smooth and bare as she was born."

Mistress Barbara the Barber had finished with clippers all over Jan's pussy and she had the razorbitch working alongside her to carefully and quickly slice away the remaining hair with razors, then they took hot towels and rubbed all over Jan's lower body as the irritating sensation began to subside and her skin felt like it had a new top layer. Her skin still burned and she was in a full agony around her asshole and down the crack from the two matrons and their nasty pliers.

"Release her and bring her to the Assembly Room," Sister Flogger ordered. "It's time for the hot finale to the past couple of weeks." She turned and left the room as the matrons loosened up the restraints on the chair and the Barber Mistress collected her tools and pushed the trolley away. As she followed her Mistress, the razorbitch looked back at Jan's legs just being released from the stirrups and still spread wide. The razorbitch just couldn't resist turning and slapping Jan as hard as she could right across the cunt as she turned and hurried to catch up with Mistress Barbara the Barber.

The two matrons held Jan by the forearms as they frog-marched her out of the room and through the large double doors ahead. The room they entered was glowing from the light of candelabras and a massive fireplace at one end where a fire blazed and attendants were warming and heating various vessels and mixing them for exotic beverages displayed on a center table. Jan recognized some of the sisters, especially Flogger and Lady Margeret, and Birches and Crop and Paddles. Even Sister Cane was there, showing the recent welts and bruises on her arms and thighs. There were other women there that Jan didn't recall having seen, but their opulently embroidered gowns showed off their standing among the company gathered there. And then Sister Evelyn, the exalted leader of the entire Academy operation made her appearance from a side door of the chamber.

The women all nodded their heads to acknowledge Sister Evelyn's entrance as she made her way through the groups and took her seat on a platform to the side of the grand fireplace. The matrons brought Jan forward to meet Sister Flogger and shoved her down at Flogger's feet then backed away. Jan looked at Flogger's shiny boots and began to lick and kiss them along the sides and under the heels. She felt Flogger's hand in her hair as she was pulled up to her knees facing Sister Evelyn's throne-like chair.

"Dear Sister, I present our latest trainee, Slave j," Flogger said, "who has successfully completed our program in prescribed time with commendable results."

Jan heard the muted applause of the other sisters as they agreed with Sister Flogger. She also noticed a large metal urn that swung on an arm into the fireplace as two hefty attendants with huge tits and wearing only loincloths sweated over it. She saw one of Sister Margaret's personal slaves bringing what looked like fireplace pokers to the two attendants.

"We will present this new slave with our medallion and honor its ass with our mark tonight," Flogger said, seeming proud to be the one conducting the presentation at that point. Then the others who had been so instrumental in Jan's training over the past two weeks joined her as they surrounded Jan and brought her to a low table in front of the fireplace. That's when Jan saw the metal handles in the fireplace urn being turned about and looking a lot like branding irons. She could feel the heat from the flames as a thin sheen of sweat coated her back and tits.

Sister Flogger opened a box on the table and brought out a silver chain and medallion with an inlaid cursive "j" on it, and then read the engraved back. "Slave j, property of Master Dave," with our Seal above it," Flogger announced as she clasped the chain on Jan's neck. "Now for the marks of her achievement and our approval."

The sisters grabbed Jan and pulled her up onto her back on the table, pulling her legs over and spreading them wide and holding her down. Sister Margaret approached Jan, twirling the glowing white-hot iron over Jan's face.

"This is our mark of approval," Margaret said, "showing that you indeed have what it takes to be a worthy and valued slave. You will wear this mark forever, but it will be hidden to all but the most deserving observers." With that, Sister Margeret pressed the iron onto Jan's upper inside thigh close to her left labium. Jan heard herself scream as she smelled her own flesh burning from the hot iron.

Before she knew it, Jan felt the sisters turning her over and pulling her butt above the table where Sister Flogger stood with yet another hot branding iron. Flogger showed the pattern to Jan, then stuck the iron back into the hot coals to increase the heat. The delicate pattern was a filigreed whip crossing the handle of a paddle and was only an inch or so in diameter. Sister Cane pulled Jan's ass cheeks apart as Flogger punched in with the iron just below Jan's asshole.

"The brands will only be seen by those with the most intimate views of you," Sister Evelyn said from her position, "and we have allowed your Master to view our session here today before we return you to his care and ownership. Now go, slave j, and serve your Master well to honor our training here."

Jan was allowed to stand up, her legs trembling from the pain of the branding, but still somehow proud of what she had been through as each of the sisters embraced her or tweaked a nipple or gave her a friendly swat on the ass. The two matrons collected her and took her back into the prep room where they had entered and she was bent over a padded bench for a nurse to apply medication to her brands. The nurse left a tube of salve on a string she placed on Jan's neck.

"Use it every day for the next week or so," the nurse advised. "It will stop any infection and speed the healing." Jan felt a cloth hood being pulled over her head as she was stood up and cuffed with hands behind her. The matrons marched her out and Jan felt the cool night air. She heard a vehicle pull up along with the sounds of shouts and whips as the latest group of trainees was unloaded. Next thing she knew, Jan was strapped over a curved barrel in the back of a van as it began the trip to return her home to her Master.

THE END

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