Trouble's Tales
Kabbazah / Sahajoli

by Kittiara

Stardate 2397.16

Kabbazah

Trouble stood where the guard directed her to, one paw rubbing the wrist of the other. She was new to the Academy, new to being constantly chained, new to being constantly naked. She knew she wasn't supposed to meet anyone's gaze, and yet her curiosity always seemed to get the better of her, and as she stood, she cast covert looks around the room. This was one of the biggest rooms she'd been in yet, probably a good ten meters by fifteen meters. Both walls were lined with mirrors, and handrails, and Trouble thought of the pictures she'd seen of ballerinas practicing ... and shuddered as she imagined herself doing some sort of leg lift, one paw on the rail, her sex widely exposed for all to see. Dragging her gaze away from the railing and the mirrored wall she again took a look around the room. The twenty female slaves were being spaced out through the room, well beyond arms reach of each other, and Trouble wondered what they were in for now. She stood with her paws at her side, resisting the urge to cover herself, knowing things like that were not permitted here. Still, she just wasn't used to being naked in from of so many people, especially the three obviously male guards ...

Movement at the front of the room drew her attention, and she found herself looking at a nude female Rottweiler. Almost nude ... instead of the ever-present collar, this one wore a belt, with a card key dangling from it ... and a leather quirt; a short, muti-stranded whip. From her bearing, if nothing else, she was obviously the instructor. Sometimes in the Academy it was hard to tell. Her hair was dark and short, and her body muscular, almost to the point of being so muscular she'd lost her femininity. As Trouble tried to watch without watching; from her demeanor, from her movements, somehow, the term "bitch" came to mind ...

"All right, slaves, its time to start your physical training. No flabby bodies at the Academy! Good muscle tone will make you more attractive, and help you get a better owner! Lets start with fifty jumping jacks!"

Trouble watched, and tried to follow, her loose hair flying as she jumped and moved ... although she'd thought she was in pretty good shape, by the end of the fifty, she was panting.

"OK, everyone on your backs, hands behind your necks; on the count of three, lift your heels off the floor, legs straight, and hold them for a count of ten ... "

Trouble heard the thwack and turned to look; one of the slaves, a somewhat overweight chinchilla, wasn't keeping up, and one of the guards had stepped forward to "encourage" her with a touch of his riding crop. Blinking, grunting, Trouble redoubled her efforts, trying hard not to fall behind ...

By the time they got to the push-ups, all three guards were busy; no one was keeping up with the Instructor, despite her shouts and the guards' whips. Trouble was panting, struggling, feeling as if her arms were about to fall off ... and then one of the riding crops landed on her ass, galvanizing her off the floor. Muttering to herself, she wondered how long this would last ...

It was with great relief that Trouble finally brought herself to a sitting position; the Instructor Bitch had called a halt, and the Cheetah sat panting, not caring if she was in the proper posture or not ... dimly, past the blood pounding in her ears, she heard the Instructor say something about how now that they were warmed up, they could go into the next room and the exercise machines. Lifting her head she groaned as the guards opened double
doors, and gestured to the class.

Trouble shook her head and struggled to comply with her instructions; it seemed that it hadn't taken long for her to draw the Instructor's attentions. Like all Cheetahs, Trouble found she could put out an incredible burst of strength, but that she had little endurance. Even with the weight machine set at a modest amount, she was having difficulty doing the twenty "reps" the Iinstructor was demanding. Even the occasional swat of the riding crop was doing little to encourage her. Finally, with what to her was Herculean effort, she completed the last one. Panting, she jerked her body from the seat, making way for another fem. Panting hard, she missed the Instructor's motions, until one of the guards brought his quirt down on her ass. Jumping, she looked around. The Rotweiler bitch was standing by the leg lift machine, gesturing at her ...

Trouble was exhausted. Treadmills and stationary bicycles; rowing machines and a dozen types of weight machines. They'd cycled each of the slaves through them all. The only real break of any kind had been when a vixen had gotten her tail caught; it was one of those machines where you reach up and grab the handlebars, and as you pulled down, the stack of weights behind you went up ... Well apparently she'd swished her tail behind her as she pulled down and when she'd let the handlebar go back up, she'd gotten a real pain in the tail. While the guards extricated her, the Instructor just laughed and commented on how she'd never had that problem, wiggling her tight butt with her very short docked tail. Trouble was sorry for the vixen, but had found the short breather while the guards and Iinstructor were otherwise occupied a Godsend.

Finally the guards opened another set of double doors. Trouble expected them to be all herded out to form into a coffle, but the next room was very similar to the first, with exercise mats lining the floor and mirrors on the walls. Catching a flicker of motion, Trouble looked up, eyes widening as she realized that the ceiling was mirrored as well. No escape from the image of her own shocking nudity! Once again the guards spaced the slaves out. Groaning to herself, Trouble waited to see what they'd do next ...

The Instructor followed them in, passing among them, her quirt slapping here or there to adjust some girl's posture or position. Finally she stood in front of them, hands on hips, gazing at them. "Now the fun starts. We've exercised your main muscle groups, but there's one that has yet to receive attention; these are the Pubo-Coccygeal and Kegel muscles." The Instructor paused, watching, her gaze flitting from face to face. Trouble frowned slightly; she'd heard those terms before, but couldn't remember ... suddenly it dawned on her what the Instructor was talking about! The Bitch grinned; "Ah, I see recognition on some of your faces. Yes! That's right! We're going to train the muscles surrounding your vagina!"

The Instructor then quoted from an ancient tome; something called the Kama Sutra:

The female must ... close and constrict the Yoni until it holds the Lingam as with a finger, opening and shutting at her pleasure, and finally acting as the hand of the Gopala-girl who milks the cow. This can be learned only by long practice, and especially by throwing the will into the part affected, even as men endeavor to sharpen their hearing ... Her husband will then value her above all women, nor would he exchange her for the most beautiful queen in the Three Worlds ... Among some races the constrictor vaginae muscles are abnormally developed. In Abyssinia, for instance, a woman can so exert them as to cause pain to a man, and, when sitting on his thighs, she can induce orgasm without moving any other part of her person. Such an artist is called by the Arabs Kabbazah, literally, a holder, and it is not surprising that slave dealers pay large sums for her.

With a grin, the Instructor closed the book and growled, "All the female students of the Academy receive the advanced training that will make them 'Kabbazah' or 'holders'."

Trouble watched, in a state between shock and amazement; they were going to train what? As she gazed at the Rotweiler bitch, the Instructor folded her arms behind her back, and with a wide grin, lectured the class: "With well-exercised vaginal muscles, the stimulation of both the clitoris and the G-spot will increase during intercourse. When the muscles of the pelvic floor contracts, during orgasm or by a conscious contraction, the labia will move too. The little hood that is created over the clitoris where the labia minora meet will glide back and forth over it. Direct stimulation of the clitoris, without touching it! The same phenomenon will happen, but to a lesser extent, when the penis is moved back and forth in the vagina. But the more exercised the vaginal muscles are, the greater this 'involuntary' stimulation of the clitoris and the G-spot will be!"

Trouble listened to what the Instructor was saying, her skepticism rising to the surface. The Academy doesn't do ANYTHING for ANYONE for nothing. Here it sounds like they're going to be giving us a great gift ... but what's in it for THEM?

The Instructor was rattling on, as Trouble's attention jerked back, "... furthermore, strong muscles contain more of the capillaries that help fill the clitoris with blood. It's when the clitoris swells and rises that it becomes more sensitive and can receive and send signals of pleasure through your body ... "

Trouble looked down at herself, her gaze traveling between her breasts towards her mons; for a moment she wondered what a muscular vagina looked like? Blinking she looked back up at the Instructor, wondering what hers looked like. Somehow she had the thought that she was likely to find out ...

"You'll find that exercising these muscles will make it easier for you to reach orgasm. It'll make your orgasms stronger and better, as the muscles you're exercising are the same as are used during orgasm. It'll make your vagina more sensitive; you'll feel more. When squeezing, you'll feel your partner much better inside. It'll simply heighten your sexual satisfaction!" Trouble's attention snapped back as the Instructor shifted; "now here's how we'll begin. Lay on your back on the mat, in the 'Frog' position ... " For a moment the room was full of the rustling as all the slaves complied. The Instructor was strolling among them again, her quirt flicking out here and there; "No, you Idiot! The Frog Position! Knees bent! Pads of your feet touching each other!" Trouble shifted, bringing the pads of her feet face to face, her heels just inches from her now very exposed sex, moving quickly to mimic the other students, the ones who apparently had known what the Frog Position was ... Trying to follow the
Instructor's movements, Trouble's face burned with embarrassment.

"OK, now, I want each of you to insert one, and only one finger into your vagina. I don't care if you use the left or right paw, and I don't care which finger you use; you just have to have something in there to squeeze against." Trouble's face blushed even hotter and she raised her head to look down her body; there, leaning against the wall, was a guard, looking right at her. Reluctantly, she moved one paw down over her stomach, across her mons, until the heel of her paw rested on her mound. Grunting, she worked her middle finger into her snatch, surprised to find out it wasn't as dry as she thought it would be.

"All right; now, imagine the two interior walls of your vagina, the front and the rear. Try to bring them together as if you were trying to stop a jet of urine. Keep your stomach muscles relaxed. You might find it advantageous to put your other paw there, to feel how tense you are. Don't press your buttocks together, not even if you feel the muscles in your bottom straining. Now lets hold that for a count of six: one one thousand, two two thousand...

Trouble's gaze flicked upwards to the guard. He was still watching her. Grunting, she tried to squeeze as hard as she could, surprised at how weakly her sex gripped her finger. As the Instructor reached six six thousand, Trouble relaxed, letting her head fall back to the mat; maybe if she pretended the guard wasn't there ...

The Bitch nodded and then grinned. "OK, now do it again. We'll do forty reps, rest, and then do another forty. Ready? Squeeze! One one thousand ... Two two thousand ... "

Trouble closed her eyes and tried hard to squeeze, feeling herself move around her finger. Concentrating she tried to make the right muscles do what she wanted. As she squeezed, she wondered what kind of an exam this class was going to have?

The Instructor walked amongst the students, talking as they "exercised" ... "You'll find that if your Master or Mistress ever wants to breed you, this will make childbirth much easier, and your muscles will regain strength much faster after the birth." As she struggled to control herself, Trouble frowned; Childbirth? They can do that to me? They can make me ... ? The HELL they will! Evidently, the look on her face betrayed her emotions, as the sudden sting of a lash across her left thigh suddenly snapped her back. Her eyes flying open wide, Trouble stared up into the grinning face of one of the guards. He nodded as if knowing just what was on her mind, as if to say Yes, they can do that with your body, if they so choose. Trouble just groaned, and turned her mind back to what she was supposed to be doing. But deep down inside, a part of her still rebelled at the thought.

"But most of all, for your Master, your efforts in this area will make a tremendous difference. You'll be tighter, and you'll be able to pull and squeeze his cock. And that will make you all the more valuable to him." Trouble panted softly, thinking, ah, now there's the real reason they're doing this. One more "talent" to charge for! If we're more valuable to our Masters, then we'll command a higher selling price for the Academy!" Grunting softly, clenching down yet again, Trouble wondered if it would be a better strategy to skimp on these exercises, or to try and excel at them? A poor result would lead to her commanding a lower price, and hence a more menial position upon graduation. Would her chances for escape be better from a brothel, or a bar, than from a mansion, or some large corporation? At the moment she couldn't decide ... As she wondered, her mind weighing the alternatives, the Bitch called a halt to the exercises, commanding them all to rise, to form a coffle ...

Trouble lounged in the steaming hot water of the baths. Her muscles were sore, unused to the harsh regimen imposed upon them that day. As she slowly ran her paws over her fur, under the water, trying to get all the soap out of her fur, she looked through the steam at the other girls in the tub. Marla was there, up to her chin in the water, a funny look on her face. Moving carefully across the tub, Trouble moved up against her left side, intending to ask her what she thought of their Kegel exercises..... The she-wolf's eyes opened to a slit and she smiled; suddenly Trouble's right paw was caught, under the water, as the she-wolf moved, directing her paw to Marla's crotch. "Trouble, stick your finger in there and tell me if you think I can clench down tight enough?" Trouble felt her index finger slip between the wolf's labia, and then felt the velvet walls of her pussy contract around her finger. "Ummmmm, yeah, Marla, I think you can do that real well; you can get a lot tighter than I can ... " Trouble almost levitated out of the water as the wolf's paw found her own crotch, to slide a finger into her pussy. "Show me, Trouble; how tight can you get?" Trouble bit her lower lip and concentrated, clenching down. Marla grinned, "I dunno, I think you're pretty good yourself ... "

Kayla the otter drifted a little closer, moving in from the other side of the she-wolf. "My sisters and I used to play a game with each other. We'd take one of those disposable bottles of douche, insert the neck (still full of fluid, of course) into our pussies and then see who could hold it up the longest, using only those muscles. It took me four months of practice before I could beat my older sister! Here, feel for yourself." Trouble suddenly found her other paw captured, tugged across the she-wolf's body, one finger enveloped by the otter's pussy. The Cheetah's eyes widened as Kayla grinned, clenching down with amazing force. "Ooooooo, Marla, you have got to feel this!"

Trouble lay on the straw in the slave kennels. Her legs were in the Frog Position, one finger within her pussy, as she clenched down, practicing. She couldn't believe that Kayla, of all people, was so practiced at this! It seemed like almost anything related to the Academy, and by extension, to sex turned the otter off ... and here she and her sisters had been playing the most naughty of games ... and Marla seemed to think it was so neat! Feeling like she was being left behind, the Cheetah clenched down, and slowly counted to six...

Hearing a rustling, Trouble's eyes flew open, her head turning; there, on the other side of the bars was a guard, a gray wolf, standing there, watching. Her face burning in shame, Trouble rolled over onto her belly, turning away from him. The guard just chuckled and strolled on.

Trouble panted as she walked on the treadmill; the exercise course was steadying down to a set routine. Each day the students were demanded to go a little bit further, and as much as she hated to admit it, she knew her muscles were firming up, her endurance building. She'd started walking, and had then moved up to a trot, and then to a run, and then back down to a trot; now she was in the "cool down" phase, her chest heaving ... As she walked, her legs still moving faster than she'd like, she wondered if the Academy really did have the treadmills and the stationary bicycles hooked into generators ...

As they were ushered into the next room, Trouble sat where she was told. Some of the ... "humiliation" of the Kegel exercise class was beginning to wear off, and in a strange fashion, she found herself almost looking forward to it ... at least as much as she looked forward to anything in this God-forsaken place. The Instructor, still nude except for her belt supporting the quirt and the card-key, padded through them, to stand, paws behind her back, chest thrust out, to growl, "All right, class; you know the basic drill. I want you to lay back, and start your exercises. I'll let you count to yourselves. As you work, I want to review the basic anatomy, to make sure you know as much as possible about what you're doing ... "

Trouble lay back, squirming a little to get comfortable; the heel of her right paw rested on her mons as she worked her index finger into her pussy; her left paw rested on her stomach. Clenching down, she started a slow count as the Rotweiler bitch started to lecture.

"The part of your body including your hip bones is the pelvic area. At the bottom of the pelvis, several layers of muscle stretch between your legs. This is the 'Pelvic Floor'. The muscles attach to the front, back and sides of the pelvic bone. Two pelvic muscles do most of the work. The biggest one stretches like a hammock. The other is shaped like a triangle. The Bulbospongiosus, or constrictor cunni muscles, compress the vestibular bulb and constricts the vaginal orifice. The combination of Puborectalis, Pubococcygeus, Pubovaginalis and Iliococcygenus is called the Levator ani and they all work to elevate the pelvic floor. The Pubovaginalis draws the vagina forward and superiorly. The Sphincter Urethrae compresses the urethra and the vagina ... "

Trouble grunted, trying to clench as tightly on the twelfth rep as she had on the first, thinking to herself now there's more information than I need; why should I care what the names of the muscles are? All I need to do is to be able to control 'em! The Rotweiler strolled among the students, watching, continuing her monolog, "As you can see, there are plenty of muscle groups down there; when you become talented at controlling each one, you'll be surprised at what you can do. Now, as you've been working the past couple of days, I'm sure you've all realized that as you do this, you become sexually aroused. Some of you have been found 'practicing' on your own, in the baths or the kennels. That's fine. No punishments for touching yourself AS LONG AS ITS PART OF THE EXERCISES! The Academy wants you to develop these muscles. Therefor, it will be one of the few ways in which you can masturbate, or become aroused by yourself! However, I must warn you, masturbation is only a compliment to the Kegel exercises, not a substitute! You must use your muscles a lot during masturbation if there's to be any gain! If we think you're using it as an excuse, there will be punishments! Now, here's how to get more enjoyment out of doing your exercises ... "

Trouble listened in amazement as the Bitch told them just how to combine pleasure with the exercises. Shaking her head she thought to herself; They must REALLY want us to learn this, if they're willing to go THAT far... And then she giggled to herself, thinking of Marla, thinking the wolf fem was going to stroke herself to oblivion, given this as an excuse ...

Trouble's attention snapped back as the Rotweiler bitch growled; "OK, I want you to shift your pattern now; as you contract, as you hold it, between the fifth and sixth seconds, I want you to add three fast contractions, squeezing even harder ... " Trouble closed her eyes, clenching down as the Instructor started counting, listening, and as she reached five, Trouble tried to pulse her vaginal muscles three times fast. Distressed at her lack of control, she never even heard the Instructor count "Six" ... The slap across one thigh brought her back, her eyes flying open wide; the Rotweiler was staring right down into her face. "Not working like you want it to?" Timidly, Trouble shook her head from side to side. The Rotweiler just nodded, "Keep trying; it'll come." Straightening the bitch looked around the room; "OK, lets do it again! One one thousand, and SQUEEZE ... two two thousand ... hold it now ... "

Trouble's mind seemed to be centered on her pussy, aware of herself like she'd never been before; as the Instructor's words echoed distantly, she concentrated, squeezing, using her finger to measure what muscles did what, seeking with increasing frustration, a way of controlling her own body. As she worked, she was aware of how hot this was all making her, of how her pussy was literally dripping. Stealing a quick moment, she twisted her paw a little, her thumb stroking across her hard clitty, smearing her juices ... for a moment she thought she was going to climax, but somehow she fought it down, not wanting to do that in front of the guards, in front of the Instructor, or the other slaves ... as she worked, some part of her mind turned away in disgust at the feelings she was experiencing, at the things she was doing ...

As she strolled among the students, the Instructor growled, "Begin the contraction movement from your anus, where the "Kegel-muscles" begin. Then contract forward, upward. Presumably it will feel harder to contract the higher-up muscles in your vagina; however, these muscles should be developed, as they'll be more favorable in stimulating the G-spot. Don't neglect them! If you have to, put one hand on your stomach to make sure its relaxed. Breathe out while you squeeze!"

Trouble's concentration was broken when one of the slaves let out an audible moan; glancing over to her left she watched in amazement as the ferret's body shuddered and arched; she'd obviously stroked herself to a climax, an event normally quite forbidden in the Academy ... The Academy wanted its students to be a little sexually frustrated, a little eager for a good climax, and self-abuse was generally quite forbidden. But in this case the guards just smiled and the Instructor nodded almost in agreement with the ferret's actions. Scarcely missing a beat the Rotweiler Bitch continued on with her count, continuing the exercises ...

After what seems to Trouble like hours, but what was actually more like half way through the exercise period, the Instructor growled,; "We're going to change the pattern again. Tighten a little, count to five, tighten a little more, count to five, tighten as hard as possible, count to five, relax a little, count to five, relax a little more, count to five, and then relax completely. Got that? OK, Start! One one thousand, two two thousand ... "

As she tried to modulate the response of her muscles, Trouble realized that her nose was full of the scents of aroused females. "I know I'm dripping, she growled to herself, but I guess I'm not the only one. Glancing to one side and then the other, she wondered if any of the other slaves felt as embarrassed as she felt? Closing her eyes, concentrating on what she was doing and the sensations her exercises brought, she decided it was hard to say. Some might be, but others were obviously, wantonly, enjoying themselves.

Finally the Instructor gave them leave to stop, and to sit up. Grinning at them, the Bitch informed them that at the end of the week, and at the end of every week until the end of their stay at the Academy, their progress would be evaluated. Those not moving along as desired would be punished. Grinning wider, she growled, "Those that meet, or exceed their goals will find that such an accomplishment is its own reward. You'll see what I mean ... " Strolling over to one of the slaves, a rather petite bunny, she looked down and growled, "Stick your finger into my cunt, and I'll show you what well developed muscles are." With a somewhat bewildered look on her face the bunny tentatively stretched out one paw, her index finger held out. The Rotweiler grinned wider and grabbed the slave's paw, jerking it towards her, roughly stuffing the proffered finger into her sex. Releasing the bunny's wrist, the Rotweiler's face contorted as she stressed her muscles, obviously straining. "Now try and pull it out." The bunny's eyes widened in surprise as she tugged downwards, timidly at first and then almost desperately; it was obvious that try as she might she couldn't pull her finger out! Finally, after what seemed like several minutes, the Rotweiler relented and the bunny was able to pull her finger out ... looking rather relieved.

Trouble's eyes opened at the sound of quiet giggling. She was resting in the baths, letting her body soak in the heat from the steaming water, letting her muscles relax. Peering through the steam she saw Marla and Kayla huddled together. Rising, drifting across the tub, she looked from face to face.

"What's going on?"

Kayla's eyes flashed to check the position of the guard and then she whispered, "We're seeing who's tighter. I still think I'm tighter than the wolf here, but Marla says she's just as tight." Marla giggled; "Hey, you're an 'independent observer', you tell us who's tighter!" Trouble was about to object, to demur, when furry paws caught her arms, dragging her closer. Marla pressed Trouble's left paw to her crotch, while the otter took possession of her right paw. Suddenly, Trouble found her index fingers gripped by both girl's sexes! Trouble looked from face to face, and then shrugged. "I have to agree with Marla; you're both about the same." Kayla made a face and relaxed, moving back against the wall of the tub a little ... and then a smile lit her face. "And how are you coming with your exercises, Trouble? How tight are you?" Before Trouble could move, Marla had moved closer, roughly driving a finger into the cheetah's sex as she purrred, "Squeeze for me, Trouble; show me how tight you are!" Trouble looked at the wolf in shock and amazement for a moment, but then shrugged and concentrated, tensing her muscles, gripping the wolf's finger. Marla's eyes went open wide and she gasped, "Trouble Dear, you're tight!" Trouble chuckled and sighed, "Yeah, but I can't hold it for long. No endurance ... "

Marla nodded slowly. "Now that you're going to have to work on, especially if what I think is coming actually comes ... "

Trouble opened her mouth to ask what that might be, but a stern look from a guard forced her back against the side of the tub, her mouth closing, her question unspoken.

Trouble stood on the exercise mat, her arms crossed in front of her chest as she pressed the space between thumb and forefinger against the insides of her upper arms, tensing her muscles. The exercise was supposed to be good for the muscles that supported her breasts, and while she didn't really object to strengthening them, or to this particular exercise, what she did object to was the way that one guard, the stoat, watched how her chest moved as she exercised ... watched so intently ... He was staring right at her! Blushing, she found herself staring back, unable to find anywhere else to look. The subsequent push-ups were almost a relief, and as she grunted, Trouble noted the stoat moving around the wall, to fasten his gaze on another girl's ass, with equal intensity.

The Rotweiler was in the Kegel exercise room when Trouble was let in, with the other slaves; she'd barely taken her place when the Bitch growled, "Today we try a few more variants. I want you to all remain standing this time. As you squeeze, I want you to rise to tiptoes. Now, as soon as you're ready, I want you to contract your muscles for three seconds, and then relax for three; repeat that ten times. We start ... now! Squeeze! One one thousand, two two thousand ...

Trouble had barely had time to work one finger into her sex before the Instructor started her count; to her surprise she found herself already wet ... could she really be anticipating the class that much? Putting that thought aside, she grinned to herself and worked her muscles hard, thinking that she wasn't about to let Marla, or Kayla get the better of her in this ...

"All right, now I want you to squeeze and release as rapidly as possible for a count of 25. Ready? Start! One, one thousand, two, two thousand ... " Trouble listened to the count as she tried to flutter her muscles, feeling the response on her finger; grumbling to herself she fought for control of her muscles, trying to make them squeeze faster and faster, oblivious to her surroundings ...

"All right, class; now we're going to do something a little more difficult. I want you to try and imagine you're trying to draw your finger into your vagina, and to hold it for three seconds. We'll repeat this three times. Ready? Start!" Trouble blinked and thought to herself, Draw it into my pussy? How? In confusion, she tried tensing from the bottom up. As the Rotweiler counted, Trouble wondered if she was actually accomplishing anything ... was such a degree of control of her muscles possible?

"Now, class, we're going to do just the opposite. Imagine you're trying to eject something from your vagina, holding that feeling for three seconds. Lets see if you can force those fingers out of your pussies! Ready? Start!"

Trouble smiled to herself; this seemed a little easier, and sure enough, as she concentrated, it seemed as if her sex was trying to expel her finger. Grunting with effort, she worked her muscles, trying to improve her control.

Trouble lay on her side, facing the concrete wall of her kennel, feigning sleep. One arm, hopefully hidden from view, was pressed hard down the front of her body, her middle finger buried in her twat. Hoping the guards wouldn't know what she was doing, Trouble struggled to control her muscles. The Instructor had said that she should be able to pull something into her pussy, but she just couldn't seem to figure out how. Squeezing yet again, she tried to figure it all out ...

The guard watched the cheetah's tail twitch and jerk, and smiled; he knew she wasn't asleep, and he thought he knew what she was up to ... and if it was that class this group started a few days ago, well, he didn't need to interfere. The Academy wanted them practiced at that, and therefore he'd let her work at it ... unless of course she got too vocal ...

Trouble shuddered, and snuck a quick stroke, her thumb rubbing over her clitty ... as much as she hated to admit it, this "work" was thrilling, in a way ... and she was getting to the point where the exercises were becoming more than just work ... she'd always taken pride in her abilities ... but this? Was this something she could take pride in? Kayla, the otherwise shy and repressed otter seemed to delight in her abilities in this area. Marla? Trouble snorted; couldn't judge by her ... Even if she did master this, dare she ever tell anyone about it? Still, she thought, there would be times when someone else would know ... Loosing her train of thought as her thumb stroked back and forth, her breathing quickened, and her body shuddered as her climax blossomed. As she struggled to hold her body still, to keep from crying out, she felt her pussy spasm and contract around her finger, tugging at her, and suddenly she knew how ...

The guard watched the cheetah roll onto her back, legs splayed. As he'd thought, she was diddling herself, and from the look on her face, she'd just climaxed ... but she didn't seem to be stopping there ... moving quietly, the guard stalked forward ...

Trouble grinned widely, clenching her muscles again, feeling her pussy suck at her finger; it was a most marvelous sensation; the pressures were weak, but definite, and Trouble was certain that with practice she'd become stronger ... chuckling to herself she contracted her muscles, feeling the velvet walls of her pussy tug lightly at her finger one more time. Forgetting herself, the cheetah let out a quiet "Yesssss!"

The soft chuckle brought Trouble's eyes open wide. The guard was right there, standing over her, inches away, separated only by the bars of her kennel! "You seem pleased with yourself, little slave; tell me what it is that pleases you so in the middle of the night." Trouble blinked, and opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The guard chuckled,; "Don't worry, I'm not going to punish you; this group's got special dispensation, for a while at least." Trouble nodded. "Um ... Ah, well, M..Master, I just, um, well, figured out how to do something ... " The guard nodded, and reached through the bars, to softly extract her paw from her crotch, replacing her finger with his own.

"Show me," he purrrred.

Trouble looked at the ocelot, and swallowed hard, still not yet used to the indignity of having some stranger do that to her. For a moment she considered showing him how she could push his finger from her sex, but after a moment, thought the better of it ... Maybe I should take pride in this flashed through her mind .... lets find out came the following thought. Closing her eyes, she concentrated and squeezed, doing her best to suck his finger into her pussy ... The guard smiled, as he felt her contractions. "Yes, I see. I'm told that's not easy to do. Not all the girls that pass through here ever learn how to do it right. But I think you need practice ... do it again." Trouble concentrated and clenched down again, trying hard to do it right ... "Yes, better," the guard purrred. Trouble let out a small moan as the guard's finger stroked over her clitty. "See, you do good work, you get rewarded; now lets feel it again ... "

Trouble panted, sweating hard; every time she worked her muscles around the guard's finger correctly, he stroked her clitty ... and after an untold time practicing, he'd worked her into a lather, her pussy clenching around his finger almost frantically, milking him as she teetered on the edge of her release ...

The guard smiled and pulled his finger out suddenly. Trouble's eyes flew open, and she stifled a wail of protest, but then she saw what the guard was doing. Watching, her chest heaving, Trouble gazed on as the ocelot removed his loincloth, revealing a raging erection. "Get on hands and knees, put your legs through the bars, and back up against me; right now, I think you want this as much as I do ... besides, its time you practiced your art on a real cock."

Conflicting emotions raged through Trouble's mind for a split second, and then she realized she did want him ... and she did want to see what she could do with more than just a finger. Doing as he bade her, she shifted, backing up against the bars, her pussy framed by two steel rods pressing into the globes of her ass. The feel of the ocelot's cock pushing into her was both humiliating and heavenly ... she felt his paws on her hips, reaching through the bars, and then she heard him whisper, "Show me what you can do, little slave ... "

Trouble groaned and worked her muscles as she'd never worked them before; she squeezed him, pulled at him, pushed at him, fluttering her vaginal muscles around him, until she thought she'd drop from exhaustion ... and as she worked she became hotter, wetter, more aroused ... the motions, the feelings were incredible, but nowhere near enough to get her off by themselves ... not yet, anyways ... she'd just about resolved to move one paw beneath her, to stroke her own quim, when she felt the guard start to move ...

With her ass pressed hard against the bars, Trouble savored the feeling of the guard fucking her, taking her, using her ... whether it was the novelty, or the long teasing, it seemed like only instants before her climax exploded behind her eyeballs, galvanizing her body ... somewhere in the haze of her climax, she felt him cum within her, and she squeezed down HARD!

The guard grunted and with both paws on her rump, pulled back, until his cock fell from the Cheetah's snatch. "That, missy, was very good. When you get done with your training, I bet you'll be really something. But you've got a long way to go. Get some sleep. Classes start in a little over two hours."

Trouble lay on the straw, her chest still heaving, smiling. Really something, eh? Hmmmmmmm, yes.....

"Today, Class, we'll exercise in different positions. Remember, today is the first of the weekly exams. Now, everyone in the Missionary position! We'll start with the rapid contractions ... Ready? Begin!"

Trouble shifted one more time. They'd gone through the whole exercise routine on their backs, legs widespread, and then on hands and knees, and then on their backs again with their knees against their chests, and then with just their shoulders and the soles of their feet touching the mats, with their hips thrust high in the air ... it was while Trouble was in this position that the Instructor stopped between her legs, pulling her paw away from her crotch and shoving one of her own fingers into the Cheetah's dripping snatch. Trouble followed the exercise routine as she directed, clenching her vaginal muscles as tight as she could, for as long as she could. Finally the Bitch jerked her finger out, and looked down at Trouble. "Good muscle tone, but you're having a problem holding it. You do much better on the rapid contractions, but have difficulty maintaining the pressure. Still, I suppose you pass, for this week. Best keep practicing, though ... " Turning, the Rotweiler strode to the next girl. "OK, everyone into the 'riding' position; on your knees, knees spread wide, torso vertical, back straight! As you squeeze, I want you to raise and lower yourself as if you were riding a nice hard cock! Ready? Begin!"

Trouble squatted, feet well spaced, as she struggled to hold her contraction; the Instructor had them doing squats as they exercised their vaginal muscles, and Trouble was panting from the exertion. Somehow she had to work on her endurance. Three of the girls had flunked their first exam, and Trouble could only wonder what would happen to them. Whatever it was, she was sure she didn't want it to happen to her.

Marla shook her head. "I hear they got downgraded, shifted to the Academy's 'short course.'" Kayla lay in the water, only the tip of her muzzle and the tips of her ears above the steaming water. "Yeah; they'll be sold for a lot less than we will, and probably wind up in some cut-rate brothel somewhere ... or sold to a mining camp, where they'll be expected to work all day and fuck all night ... " Trouble just shook her head and shivered, despite the hot water. "I don't know what the future holds for us, but I suppose commanding a better price is better than getting sold cheap ... I mean, they'll be less likely to mistreat someone they paid a lot of money for, won't they?" Kayla and Marla just shot each other questioning looks, and finally Marla mumbled, "I hope so, Trouble, I hope so ... "

Still panting from her more normal exercises, Trouble followed the other slaves into the Kegel exercise room. Taking her accustomed position, the cheetah smiled; there, where she normally knelt, was a simple polished wooden dildo lying on the exercise mat. As she knelt, eyes fixed on the phallus, the Rotweiler strode into the room. "This week, we'll be getting more into aids to your Kegel exercises. As you probably have guessed, there are muscles further up your vagina, beyond where most fingers can reach. Today we'll start working on them, and we've given you something a little longer to 'work against'. OK, everyone in the Frog Position, lets get those dildoes stuffed up where they belong!" Trouble was grinning, when the guard, also grinning, gave her a light slap with his quirt; they both knew she was taking a little too long working that dildo into her sex ...

"Did you see her?" Marla's whisper was loud enough to make two guard's heads turn, one of them taking three steps towards the wolf, before she sank under the waters of the bath in embarrassment. When she finally surfaced, the guard was still there; the whip catching her across her shoulders. "NO TALKING," the guard growled, and after a moment, glowering at the other fems in the tub, he stalked off. Marla hunched over in the water, eyes downcast, until she was sure he was gone. Straightening, she looked around, carefully scanning the horizon. Trouble smiled, thinking of ancient submarines and periscopes as the wolf fem turned. "Yes," whispered Kayla, much more quietly."I saw! I couldn't believe what she could do!" Trouble nodded in agreement. The Rotweiler bitch had been chewing out one of the slaves for an inadequate performance. In order to demonstrate what they should be able to do, the bitch had snatched the dildo from the errant slave, pushed it into her own pussy, and then standing spread-legged, had proceeded to work the dong in and out of her sex, without using either paw ... Trouble had stared in amazement as the dildo slid in and out of the instructor's sex, as if a phantom paw were moving it. Turning slowly, the Rotweiler glowered at the class. "When you can fuck yourself to a climax like this, then I might consider you as well trained; but until then, get back to work!" Trouble had grunted as she clenched her muscles around the wooden invader, watching as the Rotweiler did just that, the dong moving in and out of her muscular snatch until she shuddered through a short, sharp climax. Pulling the dong from her snatch, she thrust it into the paws of the slave she'd been chastising, and then had turned and stalked away. Looking up, Trouble raised an eyebrow at the wolf fem. "So how long before you can pull that trick?" Marla just sighed and shrugged. Kayla for her part just groaned and sank beneath the water.

This time, when the slaves entered the exercise room, hot and sweaty from their exertions, there was something different on the mat at each of their positions. It was a shiny brass color, a warm red-gold ... it looked like two cones, with rounded bases, pointing at each other, their points joined by about four inches of rod. The cones were of different sizes, one having a base only about three centimeters in diameter, the other larger, having a diameter of about five centimeters. The rod connecting the points of the cones looked to be no more than a centimeter in diameter. Trouble knelt in her usual position, thinking to herself, Given this class, I have no doubt where this thing goes ... but what's it for? The Instructor entered, nude as usual, save for her belt and whip, and strode to the front of the class; holding up a similar dumbbell shape, this one a little larger, and chromed, she grinned at the class. "Today we start weight training. Pick up your Kegel training dumbbell, and insert it into your pussies. Large end first." So saying, she squatted a little, presenting the larger end of her own dumbbell against her pussy, pushing until it forced its way between her labia, and into her vagina. With a grin, she removed her paw, leaving the rod connecting the cones protruding from her labia, the smaller end of the dumbbell hanging between her legs. "OK, slaves, lets see how long you can hold it there with no paws. Everyone: paws behind your necks! First one to drop feels my lash!"

Trouble stood, legs splayed, paws behind her neck, body trembling ... she'd been holding this thing within her for so long her muscles were cramping. And yet no one else had lost theirs yet. The Instructor had taken a position by the front of the class, her quirt in her right hand ... and the dumbbell between her legs was amazingly, slowly rising and falling. She looked as if she were holding herself on the edge of her climax, modulating her motions, neither too fast or too slow ... Trouble watched, marveling, wishing she could be so "in control" ... of her muscles, her life, of anything ...

The Instructor strolled among the struggling students. As she moved, she growled, "I can easily isolate the deeper muscles from the PC muscles. I would say there are definitely two different sets of muscles. There are three points I can control, the lower pelvic, vaginal opening, the deeper vaginal muscles and a point in between that I can ripple down or up from the specified sets. And it's definitely no rumor that some women can force a man to come by just using the vagina, rippling their vaginal muscles without moving their hips or body. I've done it. And soon, so will you."

The thump was followed by a soft moan. Barely daring to move, for fear of loosing her own dumbbell, Trouble twisted her head carefully, to see a petite mouse panting hard, bent over, paws on thighs. Between her feet, her dumbbell, glistening with her juices, lay on the mat. Next to her, a Siamese cat looked on, her face a mixture of continued concentration, strain, and relief. The Instructor strode through the class, to bend, to pick up the dumbbell. Handing it back to the Mouse, she growled, "You stay after class. Now put it back where it goes, and resume!"

Trouble's knees were shaking; she was convinced they'd been there for hours; the class, this exercise seeming to stretch into eternity. Finally she thought she could hold it no more, and with a gasp, despite her best efforts, her brain shouting at her muscles to obey, she felt the thing slipping! Finding some last reserve, her body shuddering, she found whatever it took to stop its motion ... then, as her eyes went wide, she felt the dumbbell inch back into her pussy. It was just a small motion, certainly no more than a millimeter or so, but the feeling was definite. Trying not to congratulate herself yet, Trouble was distracted by a thud to her left rear, and then almost immediately, another thud to her right front. As her head twisted, first to look behind her, and then in front of her, she gasped as the twin distraction caused her to lose what control she'd regained, her own dumbbell slipping out to smack the exercise mat with what sounded like a horrendous SMACK! The Rotweiler gestured to the tigress behind her, and the bunny in front of her, growling, "you two, stay after class too ... " And then her attention turned to Trouble. "You! Cheetah! I saw what you did! You let yourself get distracted! Lucky for you I only punish the first three to let 'em drop! Stuff it back where it goes, and hold it!"

Biting her lower lip, Trouble struggled to hold the weight. She'd lost it three times so far. Marla had lost it twice, and to her amazement, Kayla had yet to loose hers once. She was tied with a palomino mare; both had turned to face each other, grinning at each other as if daring the other to loose it first. And of course the Instructor was still walking around, carrying hers as if it was nothing. Shaking her head, the Cheetah wondered how many more years it would be until the class ended; it seemed as if they'd been doing it for a decade so far, at least ...

"OK, Class; that's it, you can relax now. Everyone kneel."

Trouble panted, and dropped the dumbbell into her paw, sinking gratefully down to the mat. As a guard came by, she deposited the metal monster into the box he carried. Moments later another guard paused before her, to hand the surprised cheetah two metal balls, about four centimeters in diameter. One was heavy, and the other light, as if it were hollow. Blinking at the balls, Trouble looked up at the Instructor, who seemed to have a malicious grin on her face. When the guard had finished the Bitch grinned. "That's right, my little slaves. Homework. The heavy ball goes in first, and then the light ball. You will hold them in; all the guards throughout the Academy have orders to whip anyone who looses them. You may remove them only when you have to go to the bathroom, or if someone orders you to have sex. No exceptions! Now put 'em in, stand up, and form a coffle! You're going to be late for your next class!"

Trouble found herself walking a little bowlegged; every time she moved the heavy, upper ball clinked against the hollow lighter ball, driving it down against her most sensitive flesh. Just walking had brought her to the very edge of a climax ... and then it hit her. What if they had to leave them in until the normal exercise period tomorrow! The thought of running on the treadmill like this made her shudder.

The guard looked at the cheetah as she moaned, and he grinned. Were the Ben-Wa balls causing her to have a climax? Or was the humiliation of the situation causing her to groan like that? Either way, he liked the way she looked; that expression on her face was simply marvelous.

Sitting down on the step in the baths was shear delight, and Trouble groaned with relief. She could relax again, let her muscles go, let the hard stone of the step hold those damnable balls in. Looking through the steam, she shook her head; Marla was sitting there, swaying from side to side, front to back, as if to music playing in her head; she was deliberately making the balls dance within her ...

Trouble sighed and shook her head; the wolf fem probably didn't care if anyone, or everyone saw her in the throes of a climax. Thinking back, Trouble remembered how the balls had driven her to a sharp climax as the coffle had moved from the beverage preparation and serving course to the protocols course. She was sure that all traffic in the corridor had come to a dead halt to watch as she staggered through her orgasm. She'd never been so embarrassed in her life ... or had she? This place seemed to be one long embarrassment, one long humiliation after another. Looking up she caught Kayla's face; the otter just grinned, and drifted closer to whisper, "Did you notice? I beat that mare." Trouble just groaned and sank beneath the water.

Trouble smiled; she was finally getting the hang of it. For six long weeks they'd been in the Kegel exercise course, and as per her usual, her grades were mixed; she seemed to be developing nicely in getting her muscles to do just what she wanted ... right now she was standing, knees bent slightly, paws behind her back, as the dumbbell, a heavier one than the one she'd started with, moved up and down within her pussy, seemingly of its own accord. The Rotweiler bitch watched, and then nodded approvingly. "OK, now turn it over and do that with the small end," the Instructor growled. Trouble obediently pulled the device from her pussy, and turning it over, pushed the smaller of the two cones into herself. This was more difficult; there was less to work against ... and it was difficult to just hold it within herself, let alone move it. With a look of fierce concentration on her face, she struggled to control rapidly tiring muscles ... for that was her downfall; she could do almost anything requested of her ... for a while. But she tired easily. Grunting, she made the dumbbell rise and fall three times, and then yelped and clenched down hard to keep it from falling out at the bottom of the fourth stroke. The Rotweiler nodded, and then looked up at the cheetah's face. "You've been practicing away from the class?" Trouble nodded, "Yes, Mistress; all the time!" The Rotweiler moved a little closer. "And how often have the Ben-Wa balls fallen out, in the last week?" Trouble bowed her head. "Six times, Mistress ... usually when I'm suddenly distracted." The Bitch nodded and turned to a guard. "Get her a set of ... um ... chained number sixes." Turning back to the cheetah, the Rotweiler grinned; "we'll just have to get you a greater incentive not to loose them."

It wasn't unusual for the class to be issued Ben-Wa balls for continued practice, and given the Instructor's comments, Trouble wasn't really surprised when the guards started passing out sets ... not until the guard stopped in front of her, with a lewd grin on his face. Trouble's eyes almost crossed as he dangled something before her nose; it was a set of golden Ben-Wa balls, if anything smaller than the ones she was used to; but they were connected with a chain... a chain with a clamp on the loose end! "That's right, my pretty; and you can guess where the clamp goes, too! Now turn around and bend over ... "

Trouble stood with paws grasping her spread ankles as the guard inserted first the heavier ball and then the lighter ball. It was all she could do to stifle a cry when the clip closed around her clitty! "OK, you can straighten up now," the guard chuckled. Tentatively, Trouble straightened, feeling the balls move within her. These were much heavier, and she had to clench her muscles to keep them from falling out. The heavier weight meant that they were much more effective in stimulating her, but she knew it would be a struggle not to loose them. As if reading her mind, the guard chuckled again, one paw rubbing her mons. "The clip is a special one; it isn't all that tight now, but when the chain is tugged it gets very tight. It won't fall off. And believe me, from what I've heard, you do not want to let those balls fall free. Now come on, gotta get you into the coffle."

Trouble lay flat on her stomach in the kennel, her arms bound behind her back. She'd earned that punishment by giving voice to several climaxes during the day as the heavy balls moved within her. She'd only lost them once, and that was enough to teach her that she would go to any lengths to keep that from happening again! Panting lightly, she shivered, even that small motion making the balls clink together within her. Trying to ignore the sensations, she willed herself to sleep, only to fail once again. Sighing she pulled her knees under her, and rocked back and forth, head low to keep the pressure off her now very sore muscles ... Maybe just one more climax, and I'll be tired enough to fall asleep ...

"OK, Class, I think you're advanced enough now to start working out against something that can provide real resistance!" Trouble looked at the metal and plastic device laying on the exercise mat in front of her and shook her head; it looked like a cross between a dildo split down the middle, and a pair of kitchen tongs. There was a hinge at the bottom, and just below the head, the shaft was split, one whole side angled out, showing a number of stainless steel springs between the halves. "That's right, slaves!" the Rotweiler chuckled, "Everyone on your back, Frog Position! Lets pick up the exercisers, compress the sides, and put it where it belongs!" Trouble complied, gasping as she slid the thing into her pussy, feeling it try to separate within her. Finally she had it all the way in, to the base. Panting lightly, she looked around, seeing some of the students still struggling, trying to keep the gizmo compressed until it was within them. "Now that everyone's ready" the Rotweiler growled, "I want you to compress the device! Squeeze and hold for a count of ten. Do twenty reps, rest for a count of thirty, and then do twenty more! Lets get going; next week we've got a whole different set of springs for you to work against, and you'd better be ready for them! GO!"

Trouble still thought it was humiliating. She was on her knees, torso bent to the floor, paws behind her neck, as the Instructor inserted the instrumented dildo into her pussy. They'd gotten way beyond the point where the Instructor could use a finger to judge their progress. Hence the dildo; it was filled with a fluid, and as Trouble squeezed, it reported the pressure in three different areas along its length to a set of gauges at the end of a hose. After going through her paces, the Rotweiler pulled the dong from her snatch and slapped the cheetah on her rump. "As always, just good enough to pass. You're quite good initially, but you still fade fast, slave. Keep working!" Trouble just nodded, and as she rose to her kneeling position, groaning as the guard held up the chained Ben-Wa balls ...

Trouble was panting hard from the weight machine as the guards ushered them into the next room. She knew instantly that something was up, by the way Marla's ears perked up, and her tail lifted. There, tied spread-eagled on the floor, were twenty male slaves ...

The Instructor grinned. "OK, class, believe it or not, its Graduation Day, and this is your final exam. It's a simple exam. All you have to do is sit astride the slave before you, and make him cum. The problem is, you have to do it with your vaginal muscles; you can't move on him. Anyone who does will be either sent back for retraining, or down-graded to domestic help, and auctioned off. When you've gotten him to cum, squat over his chest and expel the semen. If I haven't mentioned it before, getting him off in this manner is called 'Mula Band Ha.' This will additionally demonstrate your control, and also be a visible indicator that you were successful. Get to it!"

Trouble looked at the male rabbit tied in what would normally be her usual spot. His legs were just a little spread, paws stretched out to either side, a little above his head. Ring bolts must have been under the mats all along thought Trouble, idly, as she squatted astride him. Smiling, she reached down to stroke his sheath. To her surprise, it took her a while to get him hard, and she wondered where this group of males had been before this particular class. It'd be just like the Academy to give us well-drained and exhausted males to work with.
Shrugging, she mounted his cock, sinking down until its whole length was buried in her snatch ...

The rabbit was gagged, but Trouble could see the look of delight on his face as her wetness enveloped him. He was moderately well hung, for a lepine, and Trouble grinned in return. As a "warm-up" exercise, she just clenched her pussy around his shaft, squeezing him, relaxing, and squeezing him. It almost seemed like his eyes bulged with each squeeze, his head coming off the floor, his ears standing straight out. Trouble giggled softly, and put her paws behind her neck. It was such a temptation to ride his cock ... tightening the lower band of PG muscles, and then squeezing on up to the Kegel muscles, she started milking his cock, as if trying to draw him further into herself. The effect on the rabbit seemed to be galvanic, his body tensing. Trouble purrrred and repeated the motion, moving slowly, sensually, the velvet walls of her pussy rhythmically squeezing, stroking, milking his cock ... it was almost too easy ... she'd barely begun to work through her repertoire, when the rabbit's body bucked, and she felt his cock start to spurt! Milking him hard, eyes closed, she worked to make sure she'd pulled every drop of cum from the bunny. Rising on her knees, she shifted forward a bit, and then squeezed, pushing downward, until she felt his cum drip from her distended pussy.

"HMPHH!" Trouble twisted her head to see the Rotweiler standing there, hands on hips, glowering at her. "And they told me these slaves were well-spent! Bunnies! They'll cum at the drop of a hat. OK, slave, the rules say you passed, but I still think you got off easy. But there's plenty of time left in the period ... " Looking up, the Rotweiler scanned the room, her eyes fastening on one of the guards. "Albert! This one's made her male cum, but I'm still not sure she's got what it takes. Care to give her your own exam?"

Trouble followed the Rotweiler's gaze and suppressed a shudder. Whatever Albert was, it was a species she wasn't familiar with. Green and scaly, and quite muscular, he was some sort of reptile ... but not one of the Dragon variants she was familiar with ... "Sure will, Ma'am" the reptile hissed, a smile forming on his snout. The snout was short, broad, and rounded, and as he smiled Trouble gulped at the number of teeth he seemed to possess. Motioning her over, the guard pulled off his loincloth, dropped his whip next to it on the floor and then laid down on his back ... Trouble's gaze flicked to the Instructor, who seemed to have a cold smile on her face as she watched. Crouching astride him, as she'd done with the bunny, she started to stroke him, working at getting him hard ...

It seemed as if she had mounted a statue. The creature's cock was rock hard, and only the slow rise and fall of his chest indicated that he was actually alive. His eyes were closed, his jaws slightly parted ... Trouble started through her motions again, seemingly having no effect ... alternating between milking his cock, her muscles trying to draw him further into her pussy, and reversing the action, trying to push him out, she grunted, doing her best to move as fast as possible, to squeeze as hard as she could. Watching from the corner of her eye, she saw slave after slave reach their goal..... When the bell sounded there were five girls that hadn't yet brought their males off, and before the eyes of the whole class, the other guards pulled them off the bound males, formed them into a small coffle and hustled them off.

That completed, the Instructor padded back over to Trouble. "Well, Albert? Does she meet our high standards?" The reptile opened his eyes to slits and gave the Rotweiler an upside-down nod. "Um, yes Ma'am, I'd say so ... better control than most. Almost made me loose it at one point."

The Rotweiler nodded and then raised an eyebrow. "You want to let her get you off? Or would you rather take your pleasure a different way?" Suddenly Trouble felt the creature moving; with surprising power, he rolled suddenly, trapping her beneath him. Trouble gasped as she felt him suddenly come alive, driving his hips against hers, fucking her hard! Panting, she continued to try and ripple her vaginal muscles around his driving cock. An instant later, she could feel him cumming, what seemed like gallons of cum pouring into her tired pussy. And then he was rising, pulling free from her pussy.

Standing, he offered her a paw, pulling her to her feet. Looking up at the Rotweiler, he grinned another of his toothy smiles. "Yes, I'd say she passed. Not the best I've ever seen, definitely not as good as you, but better than most." The Rotweiler nodded, almost disappointedly and turned back to Trouble; "I want you to hold his cum within you. Don't let any leak out. Now go join the coffle!"

Trouble sighed as she sank down into the hot waters of the bath. She'd passed. It was a great relief. But now that she'd finished that course, she wondered what would take its place. Time enough for that in the morning, she thought to herself. No more Kegel rods, no more dumbbells, no more Ben-Wa balls with biting little clamps ... tonight she could sleep! Feeling motion in the water the cheetah opened her eyes to see Marla's smiling face. "So tell me, Trouble, what was it like doing the alligator?" Trouble just grinned; "Alligator? Is that what he was?"

End of Chapter 5

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