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Slave Camp - Lessons

Emerson walked awkwardly down the hall, eyes clamped tightly shut against the bright lights and polished white tiles. His pucker was aching rather painfully, and his erection featured drying specks down its length, starting to itch slightly. The second day trapped at Slave Camp, with the first spent in a chemical haze, and already he was regretting it! A white leather collar with smart black spots was affixed around his neck, marking him after the very first class as a chosen favorite of Master Spots.

Master Spots, who had kept him and his vixen after class for personal fun. Master Spots, who'd ordered him around on threat of punishing Kerra for any rebelliousness *he* showed. Master Spots, who'd made him suck off the dalmatian in front of the class. Master Spots, who made him lift his tail after class for that private fun... and Master Spots, who turned out to be fond of feeling the pull on his knot from pulling out after sex without letting it recede much.

Hence the awkward walk. The spattered shaft came from the associated wraparound.

Behind him, Kerra was walking along, her wrists likewise bound to the overhead track that guided her and made her go where the camp's trainers wanted her to be. Her eyes, too, were closed, but her chest was heaving and she was squirming with every step. To keep Emerson obedient, she'd been kept after class, cuffed to the wall with a vibrator in her sex, receiving pleasure from it as long as Emerson behaved - and facing a distinctly unappetizing punishment if he didn't. Since he'd cooperated, Master Spots had left the toy inside her on a medium setting.

Neither fox had any idea where they were going. The bright lights prevented them from seeing anything around them, and the doors weren't marked anyhow even if they could see. Master Spots hadn't told them anything other than to put their hands in the overhead cuffs, fitted the collar about Emerson's neck, and that was the last they had from him. Aside from a kiss on the cheek for each for being such good slaves - he was a decidedly demonstrative and affectionate sort.

When the light finally dimmed and gave them a chance to see, they'd been shepherded into another classroom of sorts. The class had clearly started without them; half the slaves in the room were tied up on the floor, and half of the remaining slaves were tying the remainder up. Standing in front of the room was a female spider, gesturing with four of her arms at one of the slaves who was having trouble getting a knot tied, the other two arms on her hips. A rather severe blue dress gave her somewhat of a schoolmarmish appearance.

The teacher looked over at the sound of the door opening and scowled, her mandibles clacking at Emerson's and Kerra's entrance. "Late! Both of you! Cozying up to Spots in hopes of special privileges, were you? Well, that's no excuse for being late to *my* class! You're the mated pair, Emerson and Kerra. You two get up here, bend over the desk, hold your tails up, and apologize for your tardiness! Hop to it!"

Emerson almost turned to look at Kerra, but caught himself in time; Kerra had quite a bit more experience as a slave He had originally bought her when she sold herself on a year's contract to celebrate her graduation from college - she liked the idea of belonging to someone like that - and then they'd formally mated after the contract was up... though she continued to insist periodically that he still owned her and demanded that he enforce it. It was how she'd come to Slave Camp in the first place, as she'd talked him into sending her so she could really learn to behave like a proper slave for him. His own presence was somewhat less intentional - on their part, at least.

They walked to the front of the room without comment and bent down over the teacher's desk, Kerra biting her lip slightly but making no comment as this resulted in her having to place her chest in a puddle left by some student who'd clearly been up on the desk before them to demonstrate and enjoyed the process. The spider came behind them to watch their tails hike.

Her tough-as-nails persona took a decided hit when she let out an audible response, seeing Emerson's tailhole stretched out. She clicked her mandibles, recovering quickly. "Hmm. Perhaps the sucking up included its own punishment. Still, we wouldn't want to set a precedent. I will strike you on some body part. After each strike, you will shout out, 'Thank you for correcting me, Mistress,' name the body part I struck, and continue, 'begs for a reminder!'" Her first set of hands came down firmly on a pair of vulpine bottoms.

"THank you for correcting me, Mistress!" chorused Emerson and Kerra, Kerra with a quaver in her voice from the vibrator still playing havoc inside her sex, Emerson through gritted teeth. Kerra continued, "My ass begs for a reminder!" while Emerson's shout was "My butt begs for a reminder!" The spider-teacher gave no verbal reply, simply swatting her hands down again, this time between their legs, drawing a loud yelp from Emerson - and a quieter but more startled eep from Kerra!

Emerson started to reach down for his stinging balls, but with an effort of will put his hands back on the desk and forced out, "Thank you for correcting me, Mistress. My balls beg for a reminder." Kerra's reply was different, though - "Thank you foaaaaahhhohh..." She broke off partway through the opening sentence, as the spider's fingers had pulled the spank into a light tap, then begun deftly fondling her already-aroused sex. Another hand turned the vibrator to full speed, sending her quickly into climax.

The spider chuckled at the two squirming foxes before her - for very different reasons, but still plainly aware of what lateness could entail. "That will be enough. This is an evaluation class on bondage skills. Emerson, you will bind Kerra as the others are bound, then assume the position yourself." The increase in Kerra's excited breathing was clearly audible, and then the spider tapped them both on the rear to get moving.

Kerra quickly knelt into position as the other slaves were bound. She knelt first, ankles crossed but knees wide, then bent down until her chin was on the ground, her rear high in the air. She slid her hands down between her legs until she could grab her ankles, pulling herself tight, then pulled her tail high. She moaned quietly about then, still stuffed with the vibrator, now on full strength. Emerson quickly and efficiently bound up her wrists and ankles with the provided rope, slipped the spreader bar between her knees, slipped the ring-gag into her mouth and strapped it tight, cuffed her tailtip and bound it to her collar, and patted her rear, all in the span of under three minutes.

The teacher came over to examine Kerra - who whimpered hard, then gasped onto the gag in her mouth as the combination of the tight bondage (her absolute favorite form of sex-play; she regularly begged or cajoled Emerson into tying her up at night) and the buzzing dong brought her already-tingling cleft to clench and cream again. The teacher's voice was rich with amusement - "I think you pass the tying evaluation, fox - and she passes the appreciation evaluation." Emerson kept his head down and moved to his own spot to take up the same position without reply.

What the hell was going on, Emerson wondered. Obviously he had to obey, or Kerra would suffer for it, and he couldn't do that. But that was all, here in the spider's class. He tied her up and was going to let someone tie him up because he didn't want Kerra punished. But in the other classroom... where had that damned feeling of pleasure come from when he obeyed? Why did he blush like a schoolgirl and get stiff when the dalmatian ordered him around, but the spider didn't do a thing? Another slave, one he couldn't see from his position, moved behind him and began rather inexpertly wrapping up his ankles, pulling his wrists tight, and sliding a hand up to pat Emerson's crotch in the process, reminding Emerson that he 'not doing a thing' for him, here, still left him rock-hard.

It took ten minutes for the other slave to get him tied up, and even so Emerson could feel some slack in the ropes. In the meantime, all he could do was wait and listen to the sounds in the room: the spider giving another slave instructions on how to tie the rope properly (and spanks for not getting it right, eliciting yelps), most of the slaves simply breathing and squirming, some of them sounding almost like bored sighs, and a few, like Kerra, moaning and whimpering in pleasure, though she was the only one to gasp out in obvious signals of climax. Finally, though, the spider-teacher bound up the last of the slaves and surveyed the room. Every Camp trainee in the room was bound up in the same posture, presenting their rear ends to the front of the room. Every tail was held high, every mouth was gagged, every crotch was blatantly aroused.

"Next class, we'll do the same but reverse the pairings," announced the trainer. "Then we'll have a good idea of just how well all of you know how to tie someone else up. There's a lesson to be learned along with the tying skills, though." Her feet tapped on the ground as she began walking among them. "The lesson is this. Allowing yourself to be bound is an act of submission. Displaying your submission should make you proud and happy - like Kerra here." She ran her hand between Kerra's legs, bringing out another gasp and tremble. "And at the same time, you've made yourself helpless - and anything can happen to you when you're helpless. You might enjoy it, or you might not. But whatever your Master or Mistress chooses to do once you're bound, you should welcome it and remember that they can do it when you're not bound, too, just by telling you. For this class and the next one, you may luxuriate in the foreknowledge that pleasant things will happen to you while you're bound. After that, there are no promises."

A great many ears perked up, among them Emerson's, but not Kerra's, as the vixen was moaning into her gag at the talented fingers of the spider. The door hissed open, and every slave in the room could see more slaves walking in on the overhead track. "These slaves come from the class four weeks ahead of you. They are now taking an Advanced Masturbation test. Your job is to enjoy it. Their job is to quickly bring you to one orgasm, bring you to the brink of a second and then bring you back down, and finally bring you to the most intense orgasm they are capable of. After they have finished, they will sit in front of your face and begin masturbating themselves. I will be grading them. If they pass, you are to lick them while they masturbate. If they fail, you will keep your tongue in your mouth. If your assessment agrees with mine, then you will be given a final reward. If you get it wrong, you will be assigned to the make-up course as a teaching aid until you've learned to judge what's a passing grade and what is not."

There were fewer incoming slaves than slaves on the ground - twenty-three slaves tied up, with only eighteen coming through the door. The spider directed each of the newcomers to one of the foxes' classmates. Kerra and Emerson both found themselves untouched - though Kerra kept whimpering and squirming as she came, her crotch feeling a steady tingle now, climaxing at a slowly increasing rate. After the newcomers knelt down and started their test, the spider-teacher gripped Kerra, Emerson, and the other three unattended slaves by the tailbases and pulled them over to the side.

"You should always trust your Master or Mistress. They may tease you or even lie to you, but you will nonetheless believe them implicitly. Conversely, they should generally have no reason to lie to you, and it is poor practice on their part to do so casually. I promised you that pleasant things would happen while you're bound, and so they shall," she quietly informed them. Kerra chose that moment to let out another whine as a surge of pleasure rolled through her, making her upraised bottom dance. The spider laughed. "Pleasant things are already happening to this little vixen. Fortunately, I have enough hands for all the rest of you."

Emerson shivered as he felt a finger slip down to brush at his perineum, just barely touching the edge of his anus. It was instantly clear he was in the hands, so to speak, of a master at the art, as her finger barely seemed to waggle, but a surge of desire ran through him. He could hear the moans of the others confirming his impression as she slowly, lazily guided her fingertip across his scrotum. He found himself panting into the ring-gag as his balls pulled up tight, pleasure making them clench.

He heard another gasp from Kerra, then a groan from one of the others. The spider's hand shifted to grip his length, three fingers and the thumb wrapped about him while the index finger stroked his tip. A whine escaped his mouth as electricity seemed to dance through his cock, teasing him with eagerness. Gasps of pleasure were coming steadily from the rest of the room as the advanced class jerked off or frigged the other slaves into quickly cumming.

Through his own heavy breathing, he heard the spider speak to them. "My bite is mildly poisonous. However, in small doses, it is not dangerous. It causes a euphoric, relaxed sensation... which you will now get to enjoy." Emerson yipped into his gag as he felt sharp mandibles nip at his bottom... and promptly moaned in pleasure, feeling a sluggish surge pour through him, leaving him feeling slightly dizzy and thoroughly comfortable. Thinking about more than how nice everything felt became strictly impossible.

The feel of the spider's hand made him join in the collective moan from the slaves she was fondling; just having his maleness in her soft, talented grip was almost unbearably sweet. And then she moved her finger, a tiny movement, but one that sent pleasure blasting through him. He sobbed openly when she stopped short of bringing him to orgasm, and he wasn't alone. He lost track of time; he couldn't tell if it was seconds or hours before she caressed him again, this time doing something his muddled mind couldn't track that made him buck and scream in pleasure, then sag.

From there, pure pleasure ruled him; he afterwards had vague memories of weeping in gratitude for release, of warm fingers, and even of waking up to a climax after the previous one made him pass out. Finally, though, the venom wore off, leaving him feeling wrung out but satisfied all over... and still iron-stiff and quivering in the spider's palm. She simply held him in her grip for about a minute, long enough for him to hear the others giving soft moans as they, too recovered.

"Now, slaves, I think I've passed *my* masturbation test, don't you agree?" Emerson moaned as she gave a gentle squeeze. "Just like the others, then, you need to show your appreciation. But I can't sit with each of you for you to tongue me, so we'll do something a little different." Her hands left the slaves' groins as she stood, then stepped in front of each in turn. Her hands reached down and unclipped their tails - one, a manx with a short tail had a cover on it instead, which she removed, but the rest had longer tails. She gave no command, simply waited to let them demonstrate their submission and desire.

Emerson gave a grunt when she came in front of him; she simply looked down and waited. She didn't seem to be particularly interested in it; she was demanding a show of servility, rather than something she got off on. Still, he hesitated, and she promptly said, "One." He got the hint and wagged his tail like a good boy.

Kerra gave a groan of relief when the spider-teacher went to her next and pulled out the vibrator from her sex. "Emerson won you one punishment with his delay. This is going in your ass. Lick it clean and then push it out with your tongue when it's got nothing on it but vixen saliva." Kerra groaned, but set to lapping at the still-vibrating dong when the spider shoved it in her mouth. She was efficient; about a minute later, her tongue nudged it loose, and the spider without hesitation or ceremony rammed it home, making Kerra yelp hard and then whine, the rough insertion rather painful. But she wagged her tail without hesitation. The spider reached down to pet Kerra's ears and commented, "You're a good girl, aren't you? I like a vixen who likes being tied up. You still think this is hot, don't you?" Kerra whimpered but nodded. The spider-teacher chuckled, then reached down, and Kerra felt silk being woven about her neck.

The five slaves were left bound up while the advanced slaves finished their test. When they were done, the spider ordered them to unbind the others, herself unbound the five she had taken, and bid the newer slaves to cuff themselves to the overhead and be taken along. Emerson, right behind Kerra this time, could see the silk collar around her neck, marking her as the spider's favorite just as he himself had been picked by Master Spots. A male raccoon looked quizzically about and asked, "But... who passed?" The spider-teacher clicked her mandibles and manually released him from the overhead. "They'll find out when they end up tied up for the make-up class to practice on. As for you, you're going to get a punishment for speaking out of turn."

Kerra, Emerson, and the rest of the class shuffled off, clamping their eyes shut in the blinding lights of the hall, determining to keep their mouths similarly shut as much as they could. The door hadn't shut behind the last of them when they heard the raccoon's panicky voice gasping, "No, no, please, not that, please don't," and a scream... and then the door shut and cut off the sound. Every scrotum in the hall pulled up tight in a silent whimper of imagination.