Hot

Nikki was hot. She felt the little beads of sweat forming at her
temples, a drop was starting to run down her nose. Now it was
hanging, pregnant, from the tip of her nose, itching and making her
crazy. It seemed like it was about to fall, but it stayed there,
almost magically.

Instinctively, she moved her right hand towards her nose to wipe the
drop. It wasn't a conscious move, just something that happened. She
soon realized that it was impossible. Her hand was pulled up to
shoulder height and pulled slightly back, her shoulder blades moving
towards each other, her breasts pressed outward.

She was bound. Bound to the slave next to her. They formed a human
chain; lined up next to each other, thighs spread, knees tied to the
knee next to it. Their arms were lifted behind the shoulders of the
slave next over and bound to the arm of the slave beyond that, each
one bound to both sides.

The slaves to each side of Nikki were men. Even though she was tall,
her arms were held upwards to pass over the shoulders of the slave
next to her, his arm passing over her shoulders and bound to that of
the slave two slaves over. All in all, a clever scheme. It was
impossible for them to move.

It was hot, partially because they were so close together. The
armpits of the slaves next to her were right at the level of Nikki's
chin. But also because they were in the kitchen. In some kind of a
trench at the hottest end of the kitchen, beyond the stoves.

So far, it was really just the heat that was the problem. There had
been a few bits of waste –some onion skins and potato peels dumped on
their heads. But soon, soon dinner would be over and all the workmen
would be coming in to scrape the remains of their dinners over the
slave's faces. Their heads were tipped back, a thin strip of plastic
running the length of the trench held them in position and made it
impossible to even shake her head to get the sweat to fall off.

Each slave had an "O" shaped gag in his or her mouth. That would make
it impossible not to have some of the garbage run off into their
mouths.

Nikki moaned and tried to shift her weight a little, move her stiff
knees and tired arms. This was not comfortable. But it wasn't
designed to be comfortable. It was supposed to strip her of her
pride, make her feel more elemental. And it was working.

Nikki thought back to the reason she was here. She was guilty of
pride. She saw herself as highly skilled, pleasing, an achiever. In
this position, performing this task, there was no such thing as
achievement. Whether she was smarter, more strategic, more motivated,
more competitive, than any other slave was totally immaterial. Here,
in this moment, she was a body.

It didn't matter if she was beautiful or ugly, smart or stupid,
skilled or doltish. She was just Nikki. Just a slave.

It was an important lesson. Good for her to learn, now, before she
became part of a household or owned by an individual Master. It was
true that when she became part of a household she would have to deal
with other slaves, other family members. If she always reverted back
to her former ways of being, was competitive and hierarchical, it
would come back to haunt her.

She needed to learn how to integrate herself into a dynamic, and a big
part of that was humbling herself. Recognizing that she was not too
good for anything, not better than anybody. Yes she had some talents
and some capabilities, but she wasn't to use them except when
instructed to. She certainly was not to use them to try to impress.

So different! All her life she'd been "the smart one" – she'd worked
hard and done well, all based on being able to maneuver and scheme and
manipulate. Now that was no longer rewarded, no longer allowed. Now
she was going to have to just hand herself over and get what she was
going to get.

And right now what she was going to get was the leftovers and waste from dinner.

The workers were starting to come into the kitchen, their plates and
glasses in their hands. Nikki couldn't see them but she could hear
them. Talking and laughing, glasses and plates and utensils clinking.
It was getting louder. They must be almost there.

The first of the workers loomed into view.

"Ahh, these are the proud ones, hunh?" He looked over the slaves.
"Look at them now!" He snorted. "Fat lot of good their
competitiveness did them…" He and the others started laughing.

Then they started pelting the slaves with big pieces of food from
their plates. A piece of bread hit Nikki in the right breast. She
could feel it bounce off her, her flesh shaking and jiggling.

The men were laughing now. Really getting into it. Taking aim. Slinging food.

Nikki heard a wet "slap" as some kind of gelatinous mess hit the slave
next to her. The laughter roared up again. Now they had run out of
big pieces of food and were just scraping dishes directly onto the
slaves.

Nikki breathed through her nose. Tried to center herself. She was
this. She was a garbage can. She was whatever they wanted her to be.
She was here to serve. Here to please. And this was pleasing.

The dregs off coffee ran from her forehead down over her right ear.
Cold liquid of some kind ran between her breasts. Scraps from
somebody's plate were decorating her chest. She felt her skin flush
with the humiliation of it.

The men had all finished scraping their dishes. They stepped back and
admired their handiwork. They had been quite effective.

The slaves looked ridiculous. Bits of spaghetti. Meat scraps. All
matter of drinks. They were covered. And since they were
immobilized, many of them had bits of food precariously hanging from
various appendages.

The men laughed.

"Someone's got to hose them down. We're not done with them yet." One
of the workmen said in a laughing tone.

"I know just what hose to use…" Another one laughed.

Oh no! It was going to happen now. Nikki wasn't ready. She thought
they were going to be taken elsewhere for toilet service. But
actually it made some sense. This was a garbage trench. And urine
was actually sterile – no bacterial contamination or disease risk.

She could see them. One by one they dropped off their now clean
plates and empty glasses, and scraped off utensils and they returned
to face the slaves.

Each of them opened his fly and took out his penis. Nikki had never
seen so many flaccid penises in one place. She took a deep breath and
prepared herself.

She could see the piss coming. A yellow arc. It hit her right in the
face. Hot. Pungent. The guys were playing. Aiming for the slaves'
noses. Mouths. One was pissing right on her face, running the stream
in a circle between her eyes and her mouth. She couldn't breathe, was
scared she'd aspirate piss. She felt it running between her breasts.

Now a stream was hitting her square on the pubis. She squirmed.

The men were laughing even harder. She supposed the slaves looked
pretty ridiculous.

Finally it was over. And yes much of the food was off them now,
sitting in the bottom of the trench.

The men filed out, still laughing and joking. Not paying any more
heed to the slaves than they would have to the porcelain fixtures in
the bathroom. Nikki felt a wave of humiliation run over her. This
was her reality now. She was whatever they wanted her to be.

The kitchen workers left the slaves there. Piss drying on them.
Nikki could feel it, tightening on her skin. The stench! The food
smells mixed with the urine. She knew her hair was soaked. That it
would take a lot of washing to get it out.

But this was her.

Romance

Nikki woke to the sound of the door to her "drawer" (her little pod
bed) being opened. She felt like she'd been asleep for about a
minute, but she knew it was probably closer to two hours.

She crawled out into the light, emerging backwards, a little awkward.
She felt a warm hand on her back and another on her hip as she
descended the little ladder. The hands were warm and large, and
somehow familiar.

Then she heard His voice. In her ear. Softly whispering. Just loud
enough for her to hear. "Hi hun. I hear you were a bad girl this
morning… my little competitive pet…"

MARK. It was Mark. She felt a thrill run down her spine. She
practically jumped the last two rungs of the ladder, spun around and
grinned up at him. He was so tall. So handsome. So … well… so
Mark. The face she had studied for approval and pleasure. The eyes,
so piercing, and knowledgeable, boring down into her. The jaw, she
knew every nuance – how he looked when he was unhappy with her, the
jaw set and the muscles tight; how he looked when he was pleased, the
muscles relaxed and open. His mouth…. Ohhh, his mouth. Words of
praise or disappointment falling from his lips, but also what he did
with them. On her neck. On her chest. Other places….

She was so happy to see him. What a surprise. She wasn't supposed to
see him until after the auction. And she didn't even know how much
longer that was. A day? Two days? A week? It wasn't for her to
know, just to accept and live in the moment.

She grinned up at him, her eyes sparkling. She was afraid to say
anything. What was the proper thing to do when her Trainer was
breaking rules himself? Risking his own reputation and position for
her. The very idea of it thrilled her. He must really care about
her. She must be special. She felt the warmth suffuse her from the
inside out, starting deep in her belly and pulsing down her vagina
until her whole crotch was hot with it.

"I got the senior trainer to agree to let me take you down to the
lunch room for your punishment. Don't worry. I'm not breaking any
rules."

How did he know her so well? How did he read every thought and every
question on her face? It was a good thing she didn't play poker with
him. Although, in a way, what they did was like a giant game of
poker; her betting her dignity and having him take it piece by piece,
owning her just a little bit more with each moment they spent
together.

Mark opened his arms and nodded. Nikki felt a huge wave of relief and
joy as she moved into him, allowing him to envelope her in his arms.
She laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes, breathing him in.
The scent of him. The Mark-ness of him. Oh, how she had missed it.

She stood quietly, resisting the temptation to wrap her arms around
him. Allowing him to hold her tightly, her arms by her sides.

"You can hug me back girl, if you wish."

A real hug? What a privilege. A treat. Nikki snaked her arms up and
around him, holding him tightly to her, as he squeezed her to him.
She felt her naked body press into his clothes, her nipples rubbing on
the rough cloth of his shirt.

She pushed in tighter. Pushed her pelvis against him. Felt his desire
respond, his hardness obvious even through his pants. She rubbed
herself against him, even though he hadn't given her permission to.
Taking liberties in her urgency.

"That's right girl. Show me how much you've missed me." Mark was
whispering in her ear.

It was easy enough to do. She had missed him so terribly. She spread
her legs slightly and rotated her hips in a circle. She could feel
her labia separate slightly and her clit press into him. Without
thinking, she moaned deep in her throat. The desire and pleasure
welling up in equal measure.

Oh how she wanted Mark inside her. Wanted him right now. Wanted to
lie on her back and spread her legs as wide as she could make them and
feel him drive into her hard and then harder. Wanted it with an
urgency that made her pant. Or facing away from him, legs spread, sex
open and gaping. Or on her hands and knees. However he wanted it.
Images and fragments of memories flooded her mind. She was ready for
anything. She could feel her moisture, hot and slick. Could feel how
ready she was.

Mark lifted his right hand and showed it to her. Looked her in the
eyes, straight and strong, as he had so many times before.

"You want this?"

Want it? Nikki was desperate for it. She felt wild. Crazy.
Uncontained. She couldn't remember ever wanting anything more.

She nodded.

"Beg me."

"Oh please, please, please. Can I please have Your hand, please?"

"No girl," he reached up and softly touched the side of her face.
"Not with words. Silently. Just use your eyes."

Nikki felt the desperation rise up inside her. Ohhh! It was easy
enough to convey her frustration, need, desire, love, joy, all with
her eyes. She looked up at Mark, and put all of her emotion into her
face. She saw him see it in her. Saw him see what she wanted, and
how much she wanted it.

"Good girl. I've missed you."

The words entered her like an arrow. The words she had been waiting
for, hoping for. She lifted her arms and put them around his neck as
he leaned down and squeezed her tighter, lifting her off her feet.
She spread her legs, wrapping them around him as if she was an
enthusiastic 8 year old. But she was not 8. She was a mature, grown
woman. But thrilled.

He granted her her wish, setting her back on her feet, using his right
foot between her shins to spread her legs just the way he wanted them.
And now his hand was right between her legs, cupping her, holding
her. Nikki moaned, her head tipping back, her lips parting. Mark
clamped his hand on the back of her head and took her lips with his.

And then he did what she had been waiting for; slid two fingers
between her labia, pushed up into her wet hot vagina. He pushed them
in, meeting almost no resistance whatsoever. Opening her, spreading
her, filling her. Making her feel whole and wonderful. He pushed
them in and then increased the pressure.

Nikki gasped into his mouth. She wanted this so much! Mark entering
her, claiming her, being inside her. She felt his fingers stroke in
and out of her, lifting up, the pressure spread between the two inside
and the three pushing into her pelvis. He thrust deeper, a little
grunt coming out of his mouth at the very end of each stroke. He
thrust and thrust, fucking up into her harder and harder.

She felt the orgasm start, a little tightening, a contraction deep
inside, but then getting larger, more of her body involved. She felt
her legs shake and held on tighter to him, her arms around his neck.
He held her as he felt her pussy contract, the sweat forming under her
arms, running down her sides. She sucked on his mouth, like a newborn
trying to get her mother's milk to come in. She spasmed on his hand,
it seemed to go on forever, but finally she relaxed into his chest,
spent.

Mark stroked her hair. "Yes, my little cum-toy. My pet. Mmmm." He
whispered in her ear.

"Ohh, Mark!" She had missed him so much. Wanted him so much!

"Come on girl, we have some time to get you down to the cafeteria, and
my room is on the way. Where's your sign?"

Her sign? Oh yes, the sign. The one that said "PROUD" It was
hanging from the outside of the door to her pod. She felt
disoriented. She had practically forgotten about the punishment in
the joy of her reunion with Mark. The sign. Yes. She looked over at
it and Mark followed her gaze.

He lifted the chain up and off the handle to the door. Placed it
carefully around her neck. She had forgotten how heavy it was. But
it was weighing her down. Heavy around her neck. Reminding her.

Mark took her hand. "Don't worry girl. It will be fine. Take your
punishment with grace and poise. Accept what is coming to you. The
whole process will reflect well on you. Some owners value a slave
with competitive spirit, as long as he or she can also take direction
with humility and respect for the system." He smiled at her. "Now
come with me…."


* * *

Mark led her into his room. He lifted the sign off her neck and put
it down on the floor.

"Here you are just mine. Proud or not."

He took her back in his arms. Kissed her lightly on the lips. And
then a little more strongly. His hands cradling her face, his lips
pressing on her, delving deeper.

The kiss seemed to go on for ever. She lost herself in it, feeling
him touch her, hold her, take her, possess her. His tongue gentle.
His lips firm. His hands. It was like their souls were touching. He
had done everything for her. Done everything to her. There were no
boundaries between them. Sure, it only flowed in one direction,
wasn't mutual. But it was so strong, so deep. So total.

She felt their connection in this touch. And only wanted it deeper,
stronger, more. She felt her being flowing towards him, and felt him
taking it, receiving it in his strong arms. Accepting her.

The moan rose up inside her again. The desire. She moaned directly
into his mouth. Felt him take her moan take all of her. Everything.

He guided her over to his bed. The bed she'd been in so many times.
He didn't hesitate or look to her for permission. He knew she would
do whatever he wanted. Knew it at a fundamental level. She was his.
His in a deep way. He had told her she would always be his, that he
had trained her and he would own her forever. And he was right. She
was his.

"Oh, girl. I needed this. You feel so good to me."

What joy. What praise. She was special. Not just one of dozens or hundreds.

He moved her to the center of the bed, tapped her on the side. He
wanted her on her back. She climbed up on to the bed and lay back.

She felt awkward. Not sure what to do with her hands. Should she
reach for him? That was certainly what she wanted to do. But was
that what he expected.

"'Sokay, girl. You can touch me."

Again, reading her mind.

She reached for him. Her hands on his shoulders. Bringing him
towards her. She wanted to feel him on top of her. Wanted to feel
the full weight of him the strength of his body on top of her. He
hovered over her, sweat forming on his brow now. He spread her legs
with his knees, moving up over her. He pushed his hand between her
legs as he pressed his torso into her.

She felt so good; contained, surrounded, held. The warmth of him, the
intimacy of WHERE he was touching her. It was wonderful. She spread
her legs wider to accommodate him. The sensations washed over her.

His face was hovering right over hers, the intensity of his look
almost overwhelming. He rocked up, pushing his hand deeper, and drops
of sweat rolled down his forehead and onto her, splashing down on her
face. She welcomed them. Was a little surprised that he was already
so intense, without even putting his cock inside her, but she loved
it.

And then! Then he was ready. She felt him slide his hand out, moving
both hands to frame her face, holding his body steady above her, as
the head of his cock touched her opening. He just touched her lightly
and she moaned.

"Oh please. Oh, please!" She could hear the desperation in her own
voice. She wanted him so badly!

"What do you want, girl?" His tone was low, intense, his voice full
of sexual energy. "Tell me. I want to hear it."

"Oh, Mark! I want you to fuck me. Fuck me right now. I want your
cock inside me. I want to feel you enter me and fill me. I want…"
she couldn't finish her sentence, she could feel the heat of his
member pushing into her and her voice trailed off into a moan.

He was inside. Filling her. Hot. She closed her eyes. His body was
on top of hers, his legs between hers, his cock inside her. A simple,
classic position. Missionary. But so good. Oh so good.

And then he started moving. Pushing his hips in and up. Rubbing his
cock against the walls of her vagina. Sliding out just a little and
then pushing home, his pelvic bone grinding into her clit with each
thrust. He pulled out a little and then pushed back in.

He was inside her. Mark. Her Mark. Ohh. She had thought of this so
often over the past days. Had craved it. Had wanted it. And now…
ohhh! She was getting it. Really getting it. Getting just what she
wanted.

She rocked her hips in time with his thrusts, meeting him, helping
him, intensifying the grind of his pubic bone into her. He maintained
a steady slow rhythm, but she sped it up, slightly, pushing a little
harder, rocking a little more each time, trying to intensify the
sensation, even just a little.

The echo of her earlier orgasm was right there in her belly. The
tightness. And then it started growing. Building. Intensifying.
She could hear herself making little noises with each thrust, kind of
a cross between a grunt and a moan. Getting louder, deeper, as her
pleasure intensified. "unnhhh, unhhhh, unhhhh…" She sounded like
some kind of wild animal. But she loved it.

Finally the sensations got so intense she had to hold her breath. The
sudden silence was surprising. She rolled her eyes back. She could
feel her feet tensing, the toes curling. Her legs shaking. The
feeling intensifying. Her stomach muscles pulled in and down, and the
orgasm flowed over her, like a wave, flowing and cresting, her breath
coming back finally. She gasped and then sighed as her muscles
finally relaxed.

He paused. Feeling the contractions around his cock, the muscles
squeezing him like a massage. The spasms rolled through her,
continuing on and on. Nikki gasped for breath as Mark looked down on
her.

"You're not done." He smiled at her, matter of fact. And she knew it
was true. She wasn't. She was just getting started.

He slid his hips back, withdrawing slightly and resuming his rhythmic
thrusting. She got even wetter, slicker, her cum coating him. He
slid over her like a well greased machine. Pistoning in and out.
Pushing in harder and deeper.

She moaned and relaxed into it. He could go on and on. And she was
happy to have him do it.

He pushed her to another climax. And another. The sweat was pouring
off her body. She could feel her hair standing up behind her head.
Each thrust rubbing the back of her head against the covers, teasing
her hair up higher. She spread her legs wider to take him in deeper,
clamping her muscles down on his cock.

She felt another climax building. She wanted him to come with her
this time. Wanted to take him over the edge. She looked up at him,
pleading in her eyes. She squeezed his cock, milking him with her
muscles. Oh please! Please let him cum, finally. She, the one who
never had enough, had had enough.

She saw his brow furrow in concentration, the muscles of his neck
tense as he pushed in one last hard thrust and then she felt him
explode, felt the hot gush of his cum deep up inside her. Felt him
melt into her.

Ohhh! She loved him.

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Proud

All of the workers had given out the last of their tokens. It was over.

The trainer who had started off the “game” stood at the front of the room. “Congratulations.” She said it without warmth or excitement, just matter of fact. “You have completed this assignment. And I think the workers are happy.” She looked over to the group of men now filing out of the cafeteria.

The men made a small murmur of ascent as they continued to leave the room.

“Ok. Now for some observations.” She paused. “Will all the slaves who got 6 tokens or more step to the front of the room.”

There was a collective gasp. Six tokens. For the majority of the slaves it was inconceivable. They had worked hard for their two or three or four. The idea of six! It seemed impossible.

Nikki moved to the front of the room clutching her six tokens in her right hand. It felt like a stack of gold coins, thrilling and valuable. They were slippery with sweat from her hand.

There were five of them at the front of the room. Two girls and three boys. They were each holding the tokens in their hands, trying to look as gracious as possible in their victory. It was impressive what they had done, and they knew it.

“Do any of you have more than six?” The trainer was looking them over, evaluating them.

One of the boys stepped forward and opened his hand. Nikki couldn’t see well enough to count, but it was a LOT of tokens.

“I have eight Ma’am.” He spoke clearly and distinctly, not shouting it, but as close to shouting he could get without looking like a little kid who just won a pissing contest.

“Eight.” She made a little face. A “humm” face. Clearly impressed. She reached out and took the tokens from his hand, held them in her fist. Then she reached out her other hand and took a handful of his hair, effectively immobilizing him. And then she brought her fist, full of tokens the hard tokens, down on his ear, in a swiping/slapping motion. It was a surprise, and hard.

The slave-boy cried out, his face crumpling with shock and pain.

“You were so proud. Well, this was NOT a competition to get the most tokens!” She was practically screaming in his face, her mouth inches from his, her eyes locked on his, her hand still immobilizing his head. “What made you think we wanted to see how many you could get? Did anybody say that?”

Nikki realized her mistake. She felt the blush start at her chest and flame up her face. Her ears were hot with blood. She had totally misjudged this. Had made a huge error. She played back the instructions in her head – all the woman had said was that each worker had three tokens and that it would take a long time. Yes, she had said “go” as if she was starting a race, but she had NEVER said that the goal was to get as many as possible. She had only told them to suck cock.

Ohh! She was so embarrassed. She was shaking with shame standing at the front of the room, the heavy tokens in her hand. They had made her proud just moments before. She remembered the feeling as she had stepped forward, the eyes of the other slaves on her, knowing that she had done well, proud of how many she had been able to get. Now she was just ashamed of herself. All of her competitive juices had come out. She had wanted to beat the other slaves, and was happy when she thought she had.

“All of you up here,” the trainer addressed herself to the group of slaves at the front of the room, all of them now looking dismayed, “you let your pride take over, you were showing off your skill, trying to win.” Nikki felt the urge to cry, the tears welling up in her eyes. This woman had totally pegged her. “Well. You didn’t.”

Without loosening her grip on the slave-boy’s hair, the trainer looked over at one of the others. “Bring me the signs.”

The signs? Nikki had seen them. Slaves wearing signs around their necks. Almost like a sandwich board advertising a restaurant or a sale, not that big, but big enough to be clumsy and uncomfortable.

The trainer took the signs from her colleague. She started with the slave she had struck. She placed the chain around his neck, the sign hanging down. One word: PROUD. Big letters, bold, shocking. And she addressed him.

“Are you a proud slave?”

“Yes Ma’am.” His voice cracked as he answered.

“Is a proud slave a true slave?”

“No Ma’am.” He sounded truly ashamed, but he was doing a good job speaking up, not hiding his pain. Nikki wondered if she would be able to do as well when it was her turn, and she knew her turn was coming.

“Do you regret your competitiveness?”

“Yes Ma’am.” His voice rang out now.

“Are you ready to accept punishment, to remind you of your true position, to humble you?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good. Now go kneel on that table…” she pointed to the first row of tables facing the little cluster of slaves… “put your head down flat on the surface, and reach your hands back to show the whole group your asshole.”

He moved off towards the table.

“the first part of your punishment will be to show the group what an asshole you are, by showing them your asshole.” She laughed.

“Are you an asshole, boy?”

“Yes Ma’am.” His voice was muffled by his position, but Nikki could hear it. Ohhh! She dreaded this. But at the same time she recognized how right it was. She was an asshole for wanting to show how much better she was at sucking cock than these other slaves.

“Now the rest of you, speak in unison…” The trainer moved down the line, placing signs around each of their necks.

The sign was heavy! The chain bit into Nikki’s neck. She tried to stand up straighter, suck in her core, use her stomach muscles to support it, but it was going to be exhausting, she could feel it already.

“Are you proud slaves?” Nikki felt the word “proud” enter her like a knife, humiliating her, ripping into her.

“Yes Ma’am.” Her voice joined the others. There was something cleansing in admitting it, acknowledging this weakness, being able to atone for it. She just hoped the atonement wouldn’t be too bad.

“Is a proud slave a true slave?”

“No Ma’am.” They all answered immediately.

“Do you regret your competitiveness?”

“Yes Ma’am.” They were speaking as one, a responsive reading, almost religious sounding.

“Are you ready to accept punishment, to remind you of your true position, to humble you?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Nikki was for sure. She craved the punishment, the redemption of it. She knew that this was her biggest fault, the aspect she needed to work on the most. But it was humiliating to have it called out for her during this final evaluation, this set of exercises leading up to the critical event, the auction itself.

“Good. Now go kneel next to the other boy. Put your heads all the way down and reach your hands back to show the whole group your assholes.”

Nikki did as she was told, moving over to the table. She felt the air on her anus, but she felt the eyes of the other slaves even more intensely. She knew what she had done was wrong. She knew that she was an asshole. Part of her was still proud at her skill, but all of her was aware, with a deep kind of awareness, that her submission, her challenge, was to put that pride away and focus on the moment. Focus on the task she had been given, the task for its’ own sake, not for the recognition that would come from doing it well.

She heard the trainer addressing the group.

“This is another example of how you can think too much, try too hard, do more than what you are here to do.” Her words penetrated Nikki’s consciousness. “Now, who here has only one token…”

Nikki heard the sounds of footsteps. Only one set of footsteps. There was only one slave who had gotten only one token. But Nikki thought about that. She had performed six blow jobs. It must have taken her 30 minutes, at least. This slave had one token. So he or she had spent 30 minutes on a single blow job. A marathon!

“Good girl.”

Nikki reddened again, hearing the praise addressed at this girl. This girl who had just done what she could. Had lived in the moment. Had taken one of the workers in her mouth and had stuck with it for as long as she needed to. For an incredibly long time. She had not resorted to tricks – hadn’t stuck her finger up his ass, or used her hand on his cock. She had probably just sucked him and sucked him and sucked him. Had done what she was supposed to do. Had submitted to the task, with no thought to herself.

“This is submission. Following instructions. Not thinking past the instruction, but just doing as told and then focusing on the individual to be served. This is a model for all of you. Something to strive for.”

Nikki heard the hum of muttered “Yes Ma’am”s from the crowd.

“This slave will be eating dinner with me tonight. Real food. From my hand.”

There was a collective “ohhhh” from the crowd obviously impressed.

“The proud slaves will be back here tonight. They will do slop duty, the workers will scrape their plates onto them as garbage. And they will also serve as the urinal for the workers. We will give them plenty of opportunity to reflect on their need for humility.” She laughed again.

“Now it’s time for a little rest.”

Collecting tokens

The slaves were brought down into a basement room. The staff cafeteria for the facility. A big room with a low ceiling and rows of dining tables. This was where all of the maintenance workers had their meals; the gardeners, the janitors, the handy-men, the guys who fixed the toilets or worked on painting projects, electricians, plumbers, foodservice workers.

And there were a bunch of them there. About 60 guys. All in coveralls, the distinctive blue color of the facility. They looked neat and clean, but these were guys who worked with their hands. Who lifted things and moved things, who used their physical strength in their jobs, who sweated.

This was a perk of the job. If you worked at the facility you got to participate in training exercises, at least from time to time. This was obviously one of the times.

The slaves were all bunched at one end of the dining hall, the workers at the other. It was like a junior high school mixer, the boys and girls eyeing eachother.

Nikki looked the workers over. There was a real range. There were a couple of young, goodlooking, strapping, tall guys. There were more normal looking guys, older guys, short guys, fat guys. Everything. A normal range, like what you would see walking down the street.

“Ok, ok, let’s make the rules clear.” One of the senior trainers had moved to the front of the room. “Each of the staff has three tokens. You, slaves, are to service the staff. There are more of them then there are of you, so this may take some time. When you have satisfied one of them – which is to say swallowed his cum – you will get a token.” She didn’t even pause for a second, but immediately issued the command, “GO.”

The slaves scrambled, rushing across the room towards the workers.

Nikki was strategic. She knew that more of the slaves would naturally gravitate to the middle of the group where the good looking workers were clustered. She had spotted a fat, sweaty looking guy, about 25, at the end of the row. She went right to him. He was perfect. Young enough that it probably wouldn’t take her long to satisfy him. And unattractive enough that not so many slaves would go for him first.

Sure enough, she got right there, knelt before him, and opened the buttons of his coverall. Just as she had his cock out, another slave realized what a good target he was and tried to muscle her out of the way. She looked up at the worker, eagerness and pleading in her eyes, trying to show him how much she wanted to suck his cock.

It worked. He shooed the other slave away and took Nikki’s head in his hands. He looked down at her as she opened her mouth and engulfed his hardening cock in her the wet heat of her mouth. She swirled her tongue over the bottom of his glans, sucking more of it in. She moved her head up and down eagerly, feeling him expand with arousal, the blood flowing to his organ.

Sure he was fat. Smelly too. But his cock was lovely. Thick and springy, hard with a big vein running along the bottom. He was cut and she could feel the foreskin tight over the head of his cock. His shaft was thick, filling her mouth, the head a pleasant weight on her tongue.

Nikki could taste the pre-cum already. This was going to be fast. She doubted he had much opportunity to hold back. He was thrusting into her now, grunting, obviously pleased that she could take the whole length of him into her. She felt him vibrating. This was going to be really fast. He got even harder. And then there it was – the spurt of cum shooting down her throat.

The whole thing might have been 45 seconds. He was in her mouth and then he came. Nikki smiled to herself. This had definitely been the right choice. She rocked back on her heels, a satisfied look in her eyes.

He happily handed Nikki her first token. She held in her hand. Smooth, round, cool. Somehow satisfying. She felt proud of herself as he patted her on the head. He touched her the way you would a dog who had just brought back a Frisbee or a horse who had just jumped a particularly high fence. And the most amazing part… she was gratified at his touch.

But she had a job to do. She looked around. There were still a half a dozen men who hadn’t been touched. Several of them were older, but there was another fat guy, and she went right for him. Kneeled in front of him and looked up, looking for permission to open his coverall.

He nodded. Nikki opened it, removed his cock, and leaned in. A cock, yes, but different than the last one. The skin darker, the head smaller in proportion to the shaft, the shaft thinner. And it curved upwards, looking like a plant reaching for the sun. And the smell. Kind of the same, but totally different. This one was more exotic, almost peppery in flavor, dank and musky from his sweat. Unique. Delicious in its own way.

Nickki slurped it into her mouth, sliding it all the way in, sucking hard, licking, swirling her tongue. She knew she was good. She knew she wanted it. She knew he was enjoying it. She moved her head up and down, her tongue from side to side. She heard the little noise as she broke suction at the end of the stroke and she felt her saliva pooling in her mouth. She imagined how it must feel for him, hot and wet and slippery. Eager.

She could hear him moaning. He reached his hands down and grasped her head, thrust into her. She felt him go deep. Felt him take control. He was slamming into the back of her throat violently now. Thrusting harder. Cutting off her breath. Immobilizing her with his hands. She was offering no resistance. Relaxing into it, letting him do what he wished.

She felt him intensify. His cock was thin, but it was long, and it felt like it was reaching deep down into her throat. He thrust harder still. Another three thrusts. And then he, too, emptied his balls into her gullet. She didn’t even have to swallow, the cum slid down her throat, choking her slightly. She eagerly licked the last couple of drops of cum.

He handed her the second token. It had taken all of 3 minutes to get both of them. There were still three men who hadn’t had a first go yet. They were standing at the edge of the scene a little shyly. Obviously they had been the last to be chosen.

Nikki checked them out. All three of them were older. In their late fifties or early sixties. Not as old as Charles, but old. There was a reason the other slaves hadn’t chosen to service them. Not only were they less attractive than the majority of the younger workers, they would likely be a bit harder to bring “over the finish line.”

Nikki looked carefully. At their crotches. She could tell all three were erect, excited by all the thrusting, sucking, and cumming around them. She looked closer. The one all the way to the side was standing so his crotch was less visible. Nikki squinted. Yes. He was trying to hide it but there was a wet spot on his coverall. He was oozing precum onto his pants. A very positive sign. Maybe he’d take longer than the other two, but not that long.

She slowly approached him. Looked him in the eyes and sank to her knees, her mouth slightly parted. She licked her lips. She really was eager to suck his cock, but no harm in making that clear to him. She knelt before him, anticipating his command. He opened his coverall himself and drew his cock out. Maybe he really was ashamed of how damp his pants were.

He presented his hard cock to Nikki. She leaned in. Her stomach did a little lurch at the smell of him. He’d been oozing in his pants for a while. He smelled like old cum. She could see bits of it dried under the ridge of his head. And there was a pregnant bead of cum hanging right at the tip, on the verge of dropping off. She had to force herself to lean in, and lick it off.

Salty. Strong. Pungent. He tasted old. She wrinkled her nose. Hoped for the best. Maybe it wouldn’t take long. She opened wider to accommodate him. He pushed in deeper. He was clearly glad she had picked him. She realized there had to have been slaves who went for guys for whom it was a second time rather than picking him, even though it was his first. Well, she was going to make him happy. Please him.

She liked pleasing. Liked the feel of him growing in response to her movements. His arousal making his cock stiffen and change. So hard now it was like a topographical map, little hard ridges and bumps, veins, fluid. It was really a natural marvel, a little miracle in her mouth, this transformation. This piece of flesh that grew and changed, so much the seat of pleasure, a bundle of nerves, poised to respond. And so much the center of a man, driving him, pushing him, rewarding him.

She sucked. Engulfing him. Taking him into her. Cradling him in her mouth, holding him, caring for him. She tried to communicate with him, a low hum starting in her belly and traveling up. She felt him push into the vibration, respond to it.

She relaxed. This was going to take longer than 45 seconds. But it was okay. She didn’t mind. She closed her eyes. Let herself go into a trance. Sucking. Licking. Taking him all the way in, her lips meeting his pelvic bone, and then pulling back and just moving back and forth over the ridge of his head. She licked the bottom of his cock in one long fluid motion, and then swirled her tongue in little circles. She moved her tongue back and forth, hard, and then fluttered softly. Then she let him just thrust into her, let him slide on a slippery bed of saliva.

Finally, his pace quickened. He started to move his hips, really shoving deeper. Pushing, reaching for his orgasm. He was enjoying himself, but the momentum was too strong for him to hold back. He wanted to get all the way over. He pushed, pushed, pushed, grunted, and she felt a rush of wetness, a soft cum, salty and strong.

She pulled back. Opened her mouth and let him see the cum pooled on her tongue. Then closed her mouth and swallowed. Smiling.

He smiled back down at her and handed her his token. Her third.

She wasn’t sure how long it had taken, but not too long. She looked around. It seemed like all the workers had had one turn. But she wasn’t sure who was getting his second, and who was getting his third.

Nikki decided to pursue the same strategy. Go for a guy who wasn’t too attractive. One who was likely to have been waiting for a bit, getting more aroused. One who wouldn’t take too too long .

She noticed two guys sitting on one of the cafeteria tables. Hmmm. Smart. She realized something. It wasn’t in their best interests to be too eager. Clearly each worker was going to get the same total amount of attention -- they each had three tokens. For them, the best strategy was to take as long as possible between goes. Give themselves some time to recover, some time to enjoy themselves.

So these two were obviously only one token in. Well, she’d just have to relieve them of their second.

She approached the younger and more fit of the two. Smiled with her head bowed, looking up at him from under her eyelashes. She sat on the bench, a little high to reach his crotch with her mouth, but doable if she bent over. He spread his legs to accommodate her.

“No hands, girl. I want to see you open my pants with your teeth.”

Hmmm. Maybe this wasn’t such a good choice. This guy wanted to make it hard for her. But Nikki still felt reasonably fresh. After all, there were girls who had spent the whole time up to now sucking their first cock, without a break, without a chance to catch their breath, or swallow their own saliva, or just straighten up. She clasped her hands behind her back.

She leaned in. Took the fly of his pants in her teeth, pulled the cloth over the first button. Repeated the action with the second. The third. The forth. Now his coverall was open enough to allow her to get her face inside, to feel him. She breathed on his cock.

It was pointed all the way down between his legs. There was no way she was going to be able to liberate it from inside the pants without her hands or his help. The only option was to get him sufficiently excited that it would be uncomfortable for him to maintain the position. Eventually, he would get impatient and release his cock himself. At least she hoped so.

She reached her tongue out and licked him. She only had access to the top of his cock, but she paid particular attention to the ridge of his head, just accessible at the bottom of the opening of his pants. She moved her neck to push her tongue in deeper. She didn’t care how wet his pants were getting. She breathed on him again.

It was having some effect. She could feel him starting to get a little more solid, less flaccid. He shifted his ass on the table, rocking his hips a little forward, trying to release the pressure slightly without succumbing and helping her.

Nikki kept licking. Moving her head eagerly. Showing him she wasn’t going to give up. Wasn’t going to provide him that kind of satisfaction; no, she was going for a different kind.

Finally, he laughed. “OK girl! I get it. You want it, you can have it.”

He reached down and liberated his penis from inside his coverall. It jumped to attention. Hard. Nikki was pleased. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so difficult after all. She immediately took it all the way into her mouth, burying it deep into her hot maw. She heard him sigh and she felt a warm upwelling of pleasure. He had resisted her charms, but now he was clearly glad she had approached him. Nice.

She started to really work it. She was getting tired, her jaw aching a bit. But she leaned over, her back like the letter ‘C” as she sat on the bench, between his legs, hunched over his crotch. She slid her head up and down, fast, working him, squeezing him with her cheeks, sucking. She took him all the way down her throat, and then swallowed, so he could feel the tightness around him. She licked and sucked and rolled him in her mouth.

Nikki realized she had never even seen this cock. It had been so close to her face when he took it out of his pants she hadn’t seen it. And she didn’t even really remember what this guy looked like. But she could feel him in her mouth. A little smaller than average, not as thick as the first one or as long as the third. But hard now.

She tasted his flavor as she worked her head up and down. Subtle, this one. Maybe having had his cock in another girl’s mouth made his flavor less strong. She didn’t know. But he was distinctly masculine.

Nikki’s neck and shoulders started to ache. This was not the best of positions. She was regretting having sat on the bench in front of him. Maybe if she had gotten down on her knees on the floor he would have stood in front of her. She wished he hadn’t told her not to use her hands. She really wanted to support her weight with her hands on the table next to him. Would he notice? Maybe she could unclasp them from behind her back, maybe he wouldn’t care. She had to. This was not sustainable. Her back muscles screamed from the tension.

She unclasped her hands. Didn’t move them at first. And then slowly brought them around. Used them. Ahhhhh! That did feel better. Now she could move up and down by pushing into the table with her hands. She did that. Hoping for some kind of change. Something that would indicate that he was getting close. Or at least closer.

She kept going. Moving up and down. She started counting. Each stroke. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10… maybe he’d finish by the time she got to 100. Maybe. She could always hope. She counted to 20, then 30. She tried to tighten her mouth around him, use her tongue more. She wished he would hold her head, guide her, use her. Not make her do all the work. She lost count. Started over. Got into the 60s. Lost count again. Started a third time. Couldn’t he cum already?

But he was just leaning back and relaxing. He was taking his time. She could feel him laughing at her effort. Showing her. He had infinite patience. She wasn’t going to be able to do anything. This was going to take as long as he wanted it to take. She tried to think if there was anything else she could do.

She took him all the way deep into her mouth and just moved her tongue up and down. Feeling her tongue curling up, tracing the line of his vein. Moved it up and down. Maybe if she didn’t move her head at all, he’d have to reach down and move it for her. She tried it. Held him still in her warm wetness.

It worked. He reached down, clasped her head in his huge hands, one over each ear, and pulled her head up and down. She relaxed into his grip, opening herself and letting him push her down, deep onto him, letting him cut off her breath, make her choke, but sticking with it. Tears came to her eyes, but still she kept herself open and accommodating. She had survived the Serbians, she could survive him.

Finally she felt it. He picked up the pace. Started to thrust. Pushed deeper. She could feel the rumble of his cum traveling up from his balls. She was so relieved. So happy. Ohhh. Please! Just cum already.

And he did. Erupting with a roar. She could tell it was his second cum of the evening, he didn’t have much volume. But there was a lot of momentum behind what came out. It hit the back of her throat making her choke. Nikki could feel the muscles of her esophagus contract, she almost felt as if she was going to throw up. But she concentrated on relaxing, and she took it.

He pulled her head off him. And threw a token down on the floor.

“There you go, bitch. Go get it.” He and his buddy laughed. “Do him next,” he ordered, pointing at the guy sitting next to him. “She’s good” he added, turning to his friend.

Nikki nodded and moved over to her fifth guy of the day. At least it was only his second go. And he’d just watched a really long session. But her jaw ached, her neck and shoulders felt like fire, and her back was stiff.

She was relieved when she saw the guy slide down off the table onto the bench so he could lean back against the edge of the table and she could kneel in front of him. Much better that way.

He seemed nicer too, opened his pants and took his cock out, straightforward and easy. He watched her open her mouth, lean in, and take him as far into her mouth as she could.

He was HUGE. Thick and long, already hard. He had to have one of the biggest cocks she had ever tried to suck. She could barely get the head into her mouth. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but with her jaw already stiff, that’s how it felt. Her mouth was full. Impossibly, incredibly full.

She decided to concentrate on the head. Just lick it, suck it, swirl her tongue under it. So what if she couldn’t get it very far in? He had to be used to that and he seemed pretty excited anyway. Nikki did the best she could. She wrapped her right hand around the base and just moved up and down on the head as much as possible.

She had seen girls try to get away with this technique as a blow job in training. She knew it was unacceptable and didn’t meet facility standards. As far as the trainers here were concerned, a blow job did not involve hands. But there was no way she could do it any other way! He was just too big.

She kept slurping at his cock, trying to lick as much of it as possible. She could feel some reaction. He was clearly enjoying this. And as long as he wasn’t complaining, she was okay. She could feel him getting more excited. He started to move his hips, pushing a little more.

As much as she had wanted the last guy to put his hands on her head, she really didn’t want this one to. He was almost choking her as it was, she didn’t know if she could take any more, didn’t want him to try to see if she could.

Then the moment she had dreaded came He reached up and put his hands on the back of her head. Held her steady as he thrust deeper.

Almost immediately she felt her muscles react, tightening; she was choking. Couldn’t help herself. It was just so much cock, she couldn’t take it. But he wasn’t stopping. He didn’t care what her reaction was, he just wanted to drive himself deeper. And so he did.

He pushed. Deeper. Harder. She remembered the test from earlier in the day. Surely he wasn’t going to make her pass out. He was at least letting her breathe, pulling out so she could inhale, and then exhale on the next stroke. She sputtered. Choked again. But still he thrust. Harder. Deeper.

And then, almost without warning, he came. She tasted it more than anything else. Suddenly her mouth, her throat, her sinuses, were all filled with the acrid flavor of cum. Sharp, salty, earthy. She couldn’t tell how much there was, but it was strong. Surprisingly strong given how mild his smell was. She swallowed.

He gave her the token, and she sat back slightly stunned.

Nikki looked around, hopeful that perhaps she was one of the last slaves to finish. Then she realized – this was this guy’s second cum. Clearly there had to be more guys who hadn’t started their third yet. He couldn’t be the LAST.

Sure enough, there were a few workers who had moved to the other end of the cafeteria, their three tokens already given out. The majority of the others were being serviced now. But there were a couple of available workers.

One of them noticed that Nikki had finished up.

“You done with her?” He addressed the guy she had just done. Not even worth talking to her, she was just a slave.

“Yeah, sure. Go for it.”

At least the guy was eager. That was a good sign. But this would be her 6th. She was exhausted. Her body ached. And she felt kind of queasy.

“Common girl. We’ll take it nice and easy. I think you can coax the third one out of me.” He sat on a bench and she kneeled in front of him.

He was completely flaccid. That was NOT a good sign.

She took his soft cock into her mouth and held it tenderly on her tongue, letting him feel the warm caress. She shifted her tongue under him, rocking him gently. Sucked a little bit, but mostly just let him rest it there, feel her. He seemed like an ordinary guy. Not old, not young, not particularly well endowed, but not tiny either. Just normal. A nice heft to his cock.

She felt him stir against her tongue. What a great feeling. A feeling of power, of raw sex. Great. She moved her tongue so he could feel it. Licked him. He started to grow. She bathed him in her warm saliva and felt him continue to grow. Felt him expanding. She sucked. He grew more. She licked. He was fully erect now. She could slide easily up and down.

She moved at a leisurely pace, just allowing him to slide softly in and out of her mouth. She knew this might take a while. More than a while. A long time. But she could be patient. She didn’t want to be too energetic. Conserve her energy. That had been the mistake with the first of the two friends, her fourth for the day. She had worked too hard early on in the hopes that it would make him fast, and he had been too smart for that.

She knew this was his last blow job of the day. He probably didn’t have access to slaves every day, might not get another one for a long time. She wanted it to be nice for him. She wanted to do a good job, really please him. She moved her tongue faster than her head, trying to vary the sensations, give him something to remember. She let the saliva pool in her mouth and let him push the thick wetness of it. She sucked and swallowed, letting him feel the muscles of her throat work on him. She licked in straight lines, in circles, from side to side. In long motions, in little fluttery ones. She tried to do as much as possible, give him everything she had.

She could feel him enjoying it. He was making little noises. When she did something he really liked, took him all the way deep into her throat, or pressed her tongue into the tender spot below his glans, he moaned. He gasped as she increased her pace. Sighed as she slid her hands up his thighs to hold onto his hips. And as she moved her hands onto his ass, he spread his legs wider, responding, enjoying, inviting.

He didn’t order her to do it, but she slid her right hand down under him and delved into his flesh, finding the spot between his buttocks, his tender anus. She just touched it lightly, and she felt his body stiffen, tighten, his cock jump in her mouth. She was encouraged. Applied a little tiny bit of pressure. Gave him a little more. He groaned, spread his legs wider, and lifted up slightly.

She moved her finger down to gather some of the saliva that had pooled under his cock. Wet her finger with it and slid back down to his anus. Her finger now slippery with wetness. She pushed into his sphincter, testing it. He was holding it tight, but she felt it change, push out against her finger, felt him push to relax it and she slid her finger in.

She knew he wanted it, he was offering it up to her, but he hadn’t commanded her to do it, it was all her initiative. She wasn’t sure if that was okay, but this was the best way she knew to help him get to his third orgasm of the day; she would directly stimulate his prostate.

Nikki reached her finger deeper, past the first knuckle, deeper still, as deep as she could reach. Then she curled up, and felt it, felt him respond. It was so hot and tight in there! She could feel his cock deep in her throat, stroking in and out, and the reciprocal action of her finger deep inside him.

He moaned. Grunted. He was pushing for it, she could feel him building towards a climax. He thrust even deeper into her throat, and with a little strangled cry, sounding like a bird with a hurt wing, he released a tiny drop of cum onto her tongue. A small orgasm, but an orgasm none the less.

She relaxed her mouth around him. He eased out of her, gingerly. He clearly felt a little sore, she was sure he didn’t want to go again!

She took the token from him. Her sixth. It’s true there were more workers there than slaves, but not that many more. Probably enough that on average they could have each gotten 4 tokens. But Nikki had 6. She had done so well. Had made each of the guys cum as fast as possible. She had given them pleasure, but done it efficiently. Except for the delay with the fourth one, when he held her off, she had really done a great job.

Nikki sat back on her heels. Exhausted. Her jaw aching, her back muscles on fire. But pleased. Pleased that she had been able to do so well.

Measurement

Nikki wasn’t sure what “Let’s get on with it” meant, but she hoped it would involve some food. She hadn’t eaten anything for close to 24 hours. She felt like she’d almost passed through hunger to some other state, beyond. She felt empty. And weak.

The slaves were arranged into a long line and led out of the room.

The smell hit her first. Ohhh. Deep rich smell of meat and tomatoes that had cooked together for a long time. Onions. Oregano. Maybe a little bay leaf. Subtle hit of wine. She felt like she was going to swoon. Such a delicious smell.

Then she saw. There were two long troughs. Low to the floor, about 8 inches wide, with little indentations for a neck. They were going to eat like pigs.

Now the trainers were passing among them. A tall woman pushed Nikki’s hands together behind her back, made it clear she was to clasp them there. And then put a head band around her forehead to hold her hair back from her forehead. So clever. That way she wouldn’t get her hair dirty eating.

“Don’t get your face dirty.” She held Nikki lightly by the shoulders and whispered in her ear. “Make a wise choice.”

Nikki looked down. Sure enough. One trough was filled with the most beautiful looking bolognaise sauce, ground veal sautéed with onions and carrots, and then simmered in cream and wine until it was a thick, rich, mixture, flavorful and tender. The other was filled with the dreaded dry nuggets of soy protein mixed with oats and chopped raw chard. Plenty of fiber, protein, and “good” carbohydrates. But totally tasteless.

Yes the choice was clear. However tempting the meat was, she was a slave and she needed to put her instructions before her own pleasure. She needed to get down on her knees and eat the fucking soy nuggets again. And she needed to accept it.

“Good girl.” The trainer laughed. She had snapped a photo of Nikki’s face with a little cell phone camera. “You should see the look on your face!”

Nikki could imagine it. She was doing it. Resigned to it. Accepting. But she was miserable. She felt the hard floor under her knees as she slid forward and leaned her face over to the trough, other slaves jostling for position, pushing and shoving as best they could with no hands, trying to get a few bites of the mixture.

In a few minutes the trough was empty and not a single slave had even tasted the meat. How well behaved they were!



Nikki felt good. Clean, fed, well rested. She was ready for whatever was going to come next.

Or at least she thought so.



The slaves were paired up with trainers and brought into a big room with row after row of examining tables. Nikki was matched with the trainer who had instructed her on what to eat. The trainer didn’t even bother to introduce herself, just led Nikki to a table in the middle of the second row, slaves all around them, the hum of orders issued and slaves bustling to obey.

“Hop on up” The trainer patted the table, crinkly with white tissue paper.

Nikki sat on the paper.

The trainer tapped her shoulder, made it clear she was to lean back. She did, suddenly feeling her nakedness intensify.

The trainer had a tape measure. A slave came up with a hand held computer device. She was a slave, but obviously not one of those who were up for auction. More of an assistant.

“Oh, good, Linda, you can help.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Her voice was deferential, respectful. She was obviously used to serving.

“I’ll read out the measurements, you can tell me the change.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

And the trainer started measuring. Nikki’s neck, her upper arms, her forearms, the distance from her collarbone to her nipple, the circumference of her breasts.

Many of the measurements had changed since she had first come to the facility. She had gained muscle mass and had toned her core. Maybe from the exercise. But maybe from all the sex. Nikki smiled to herself. She hadn’t known how much sex could do to tone the muscles of the abdomen and pelvis.

Nikki felt like a piece of meat being inspected. But in a way, that’s what she was. The realization came over her. Warming her. She really was a slave. This really was happening. And she had been given an out, just a few minutes ago, and she had decided against it. Incredible.

“On your hands and knees, girl.” The trainer tapped Nikki on the side, breaking her reverie and making her scramble to get into position.

She was positioned with her knees slightly apart, her breasts hanging down. She knew that all of her was visible in this position. That she was totally exposed, her nakedness on view to the trainer and her slave assistant. Even to the other slaves at the table near hers. Humiliating.

“Spread her.” The trainer was obviously talking to the slave girl, Linda.

Nikki felt Linda’s small warm hands on her ass, pulling apart the cheeks of her buttocks, opening her even wider. And she felt herself ooze in response. Felt the blood in her genitals, the humiliation deepening and spreading.

“She’s a slippery one, Ma’am.”

“That’s okay, Linda. You just need to be careful about the depth, but it makes the measurements more accurate.”

Depth? Measurements? What were they going to do to her?

Nikki felt the trainer put a steadying hand on her lower back and then felt something pushing against her anus. Something hard and rounded. She relaxed and pushed out slightly, as she had been trained to do. Felt it slip past the muscles of her sphincter, and into her rectum. Felt it sliding in, it wasn’t very thick, but it was long. It kept on going in. Nikki could feel her body responding, warmth spreading through her, sweat forming under her arms, behind her neck

And it kept sliding. Finally, she felt a flange flat against her anus. She felt full.

“Okay Linda, you hold it. I’ll pump.”

Pump? Now what?

She felt the first influx of air as a slight change in pressure. The second was stronger. The third uncomfortable. Oh! They were pumping whatever they had put into her ass full of air. They were making it bigger. Testing how much she could take. How much she could accommodate.

The sweat was coming in full force now. Rolling down her sides and dripping. She felt so full. She could feel the muscles straining to accommodate. Felt herself opening to the invasion of this thing, like a flower opening up in the morning sunshine. She panted, tried to relax. Tried to open.

“That’s 7, the pressure is pretty high. Should we try for one more?” Linda’s voice was tentative.

The trainer addressed Nikki. “Relax, girl. I’m going to pump two more times and you will take it. Relax.”

Two more times! Nikki didn’t know if she could take it. She felt like her flesh was going to rip.

She felt the first pump. Rigid and big, the pressure intense. A moan escaped between her tight lips. The second. She screamed. She hadn’t intended to, but the pressure was just too much. She felt like she was being torn apart.

“Shhhhhh….” The trainer was stroking Nikki’s back. Her back was slick with sweat now, but the trainer was counting. “One, two, three, four,” her voice slow and deliberate. Nikki breathed in. Hoping they were just going to ten, no more. She couldn’t take any more. “Five, six, seven, eight, nine, and ten.”

Nikki heard the hiss of the air escaping and realized she had been holding her breath too. The relief was amazing. Wonderful. Ahhhh. She felt her muscles relax. Felt the intruder slide out. Felt relief.

“Good job.”

Nikki glowed with the words. They weren’t required. The trainer didn’t need to praise her, even for a good effort. But she had. Nikki was pleased. She was so proud of herself. She couldn’t believe how happy these little words made her.

Nikki smiled as the trainer stroked her flank.

“Now let’s do her vagina.”

Oh no! It wasn’t over. She felt Linda holding her labia open as the trainer slid a thicker tube up in her. It kept going up and in until Nikki felt it graze her cervix, her whole body stiffening at the sensation.

“We’re all the way. She’s deep. Take down the measurement, Linda.” The trainer was back to talking about Nikki like an object, a thing to be measured and assessed.

Nikki felt the air pumped in. This was much more comfortable. Her vagina able to expand to accommodate it without any real problem. After all, if it was capable of accommodating a baby’s head, it could take just about whatever they were dishing out with their pump.

But now it was getting a little uncomfortable. The tube expanding and expanding more. Filling her. Deeper, wider, more.

Nikki panted.

And then it was over. The air sucking out. The test complete.

“What about her mouth, Ma’am. Do you want to do that now?”

“Of course, Linda. Don’t be silly. That’s what’s next.” The trainer seemed a bit impatient that Linda hadn’t just waited for her to give the order. “Turn around girl. Sit on the edge of the table. And open your mouth.”

Nikki did as she was told. This test was a little different. They weren’t going to blow it up, the phallus was already quite big as soon as she saw it. This was clearly going to be about how deep she could take it.

The trainer put one hand on the back of Nikki’s head and used the other to shove the thick silicone rod into Nikki’s mouth. She kept pushing. It was filling her mouth. Nikki extended her tongue slightly and relaxed her muscles, the way that Mark had taught her to do.

She felt the tube sliding deeper into her mouth. Past the entrance to her throat and further. The trainer was leaning into it. Pushing hard. Nikki could no longer breathe. The phallus was blocking her trachea. She felt herself stiffen automatically, start to choke. Her body naturally resisting the invasion, her hands tensed, she felt her stomach react, bile rising. Her legs twitched.

Then the realization washed over her. This woman knew what she was doing, wasn’t going to suffocate her. She’d be okay. This was who she was, what she was. It was for her to submit. To take it. She consciously relaxed. Willed her throat to open. Relaxed her legs, her gut, her hands. She was a slave, an object, to be measured and tested. Valued. But without will to resist.

She felt full, the silicone deep in her throat, spreading her, opening her. She let it push in deeper. Let it enter her. She needed oxygen. She tried to find the trainer’s eyes with her own, wanted to communicate her willingness, but also her need – her need for relief. But the trainer wasn’t looking. She was too focused on pushing. Pushing hard.

Nikki felt her vision start to close in, little black dots dancing in the periphery. She was going to pass out. Ooo… was that part of the test? Whether she would allow herself to be suffocated. She wanted to reach up and rip the woman’s hands off her, pull this thing out of her. She wanted to use her strength, her new muscles to overpower the trainer and make this stop.

The pain in her lungs was like fire. But she still held still. Willed herself to allow the woman to continue. It seemed like she could feel each of the alveoli of her lungs, each little pocket of air, could feel them crying out to be filled, but yet the woman kept the pressure steady.

Nikki couldn’t help it. Her body was shaking, her muscles tensing and relaxing. Her survival instinct won out and she reached her hands up to try to pull the trainer off, try to get this thing out of her throat.

“Ah, there she goes.” The trainer seemed to have been expecting it. “Two minutes, thirty seconds. Linda! Hold her down.”

The assistant stepped forward and held Nikki’s hands away. Now Nikki was rocking her hips back and forth, trying to shake the two women. But she felt herself getting weaker. She was fighting for her life now. Even though she knew, someplace in her higher logic, that they weren’t trying to kill her, it was like her reptilian brain had taken over and her fear was too strong.

Nikki’s vision closed in more. And then it was black.




Nikki woke with an oxygen mask over her face. Her throat hurt. And she had a headache. But the oxygen felt cool and delicious. She could feel it working to improve how she felt.

She was still on the table in the big room. Other slaves around her. This was apparently a normal part of the process. She saw other slaves also being treated.

The trainer she had been working with noticed she was awake. Took the mask off and gave her a little tube of oxygen, running under her nose. Definitely helped.

“You did well, girl. I felt your effort. You did a good job submitting. Now just relax.”

Nikki sunk into the words, covering her, warming her. She had submitted. She was submissive. It felt good.

“Open your mouth.” The trainer was holding some kind of spray bottle in front of Nikki’s face.

This woman had inflicted so much pain. Had made Nikki pass out. Had held her head and shoved the rigid phallus down her throat. Had really hurt her. And now she was expecting Nikki to meekly open her mouth and allow her to insert something else.

Nikki sighed to herself. And opened her mouth.

She waited, her mouth open, for whatever was going to come. She didn’t know what it was. It wasn’t her place to know. It was her place to trust. To trust in the system Trust in her position, her role. Trust this woman whose name she didn’t even know.

The trainer squirted something deep into Nikki’s throat. It tasted nasty. Bitter. But it made the pain completely disappear. It was some kind of analgesic. Ahhhhh. It felt good. Nikki felt it kick in, initial numbness and then warmth spreading out. Nice.

The trainers assembled all the slaves. They stood in a huddled mass. Naked, stripped of all trappings of modern society. Just chattel.

Nikki looked around. She knew some of these slaves from before they had been stripped of their real world identity; she had seen them in real clothes, with jewelry and accessories, cell phones, blackberries, expensive sunglasses. She had sat with them over a lunch or a cup of coffee. And now here they were, reduced to this.

“Can you believe it? Could you have imagined it?” The girl next to Nikki was whispering to her. She was a cute girl, named Anne. Medium height with dark curly hair and flashing eyes. Her hair was unruly, tumbling down her back in a beautiful cascade.

They had taken a dance class together the first day Nikki had been at the facility, before she knew it was not a normal spa, but a slave training center. They had been friendly the way any two strangers would be when they are thrown together in such a way. Normal.

Now Nikki was torn. She didn’t want to be rude to Anne. Didn’t want to seem like a goody –two-shoes. But she also didn’t want to get in trouble for whispering. She just smiled at the girl, didn’t say anything.

But it was too late. The trainers had noticed. They swooped in.

“You! Girl! Were you whispering?” A tall, grey haired, matronly trainer had the girl by the ear. Obviously tugging painfully.

“Ahhh, mmm, ummm….” Anne was stammering.

“Answer me girl!” The trainer was practically shaking Anne by the ear.

“Yes Ma’am. I’m sorry Ma’am.” Anne squeezed out the words. “It won’t hap..pp..pen again…”

The trainer was fishing around in her pocket for something. She came back with a pink rubber ball, about the size of a golf ball, maybe a little bit bigger.

“Here. You can wear this in your mouth. Let’s see you drool for a bit.” She turned to address the group. “I know this is an exciting time. Sometimes the feelings can be overwhelming, they well up inside you and you have the urge to share them. But you are not to speak.”

The trainer looked around the room. She tugged on Anne’s ear, again, making her make a little strangled noise behind the gag and forcing her to stand up straighter. “Anne here will be an example to you all. She will sit out the next exercise, effectively getting a ‘0’ on it, coming in last in the group.” There was a collective gasp as everyone realized the impact this would have on Anne’s value in the auction. This one moment of thoughtlessness would probably determine the type of buyer who would be interested in her. She probably would be out of contention as a “show” slave, and now would be only interesting to those who wanted to buy work-horses of slaves. Ooof.

“But the next slave to talk…” the trainer paused for effect. “the next slave to talk will not be auctioned at this facility. Do you all understand me?”

The slaves all nodded.

“Well then, let’s move on.”

Oh, to be clean

Nikki just wanted to be clean. She could still smell the piss in her
hair, she knew there was shit drying down her leg, the pungent odor of
her own sweat came from her armpits. It was awful. If the idea was
to make her feel less than human, it was working.

And hungry. She was so hungry.

She was hooked back up to the wire line above her head. Her arms
stretched up above her head. Her stomach lurched. She felt a rumble
moving around in her empty intestines.

She couldn't see what was in the next room, but the line was marching
forward, and she marched with it. Slowly. Inevitably.

They were spaced a little bit apart now, so as the girl in front of
Nikki disappeared into the next room, Nikki still couldn't see what
was in front of her.

Nikki got to the doorway. There was an older woman, maybe 55.
Matronly. Dressed in a drab grey uniform that looked a little like
scrubs, plain cotton. The kind of fabric that could be washed in 180
degree water, and given the kind of filth this woman was dealing with,
Nikki was sure she did wash them in scalding hot water.

"Okay girl." The matron had a stick, kind of like a billy club. She
lifted Nikki's chin with the end of the club. Looked her in the eye.
Nikki was embarrassed, that this woman should find her so repugnant
that she needed to be touched with a stick, handled like a piece of
waste. Of course, Nikki realized, she was nothing. The lowest of the
low. She felt her submission descend, once again. She assumed the
mantle of her slavery. And met the woman's gaze, her eyes open,
accepting, willing. She tried to communicate her obedience and her
subservience in her gaze. She was ready.

"Good." The woman had seen. She knew what to look for and she had
seen Nikki accept. But she wasn't done. "I want to hear your voice,
girl."

"Yes Ma'am." Nikki answered simply and clearly.

"What are you?" It was a simple question, and the matron delivered it simply.

"I am a dirty slave, Ma'am."

The woman nodded. Snorted. "That's an understatement! But yes, you
are." She moved the club between Nikki's knees and pushed her thighs
apart. "Open your legs girl."

Nikki did as she was told. And held her head up, looking at the woman.

The matron was focused on her task. She moved the club up.

Nikki held herself steady. Ready for whatever was going to come. She
was here to accept whatever was being given. She had no volition.
She felt the club moving up her thighs. And felt it make contact with
her wet pussy. She realized that as soon as she had felt her
submission, her moisture had started to flow.

The muscles in the woman's arm flexed as she pushed the stick up
against Nikki's wet cunt. She rubbed it, pushed it, lifted it.

Nikki was up on her toes. The pressure approaching pain. The stick
had ridges on it and they were rubbing against Nikki's clit. There
was no way the head of this stick was going to fit up inside her. It
had to be 3 inches in circumference. It was pushing into the entrance
of her vagina. Pushing against her. Ohhhh! Did this woman really
want to fuck her with this monstrous stick? Or was this just a test?
Nikki realized it didn't matter. That she wasn't part of the planning
here, all she could do was accept. So she relaxed and accepted.

Just at the moment that Nikki relaxed her muscles, ready to take
whatever was going to be given to her by this stick, the woman pulled
it back away from her and held it up in front of Nikki's face. It was
slick with juice, little globs of white discharge dotting the surface.

"Lick it clean." Again, simple. Clear.

Nikki loved how simple things were here. No trying to figure out what
was required. Just do it.

Nikki stuck her tongue out and lapped the wood, eagerly moving her
tongue over the surface, taking the fluid into her. She lapped and
lapped and lapped.

"Ok, ok. Stop." The woman pulled the stick way from Nikki.

Now Nikki could smell the piss in her hair, feel the dried shit on her
leg, and taste the pussy in her mouth.

"You want to be clean, girl?" Now here was a question with a simple answer.

"Oh, yes Ma'am. Yes."

"Well then, you're going to get your wish. But you may not like it as
much as you think." The woman chuckled and then swatted Nikki on the
butt, pushing her into the next room.

Nikki advanced with the wire over her head, holding her hands up and
forcing her to move forward.

It took a moment for Nikki to realize what was happening. And by then
it was too late to turn her head, push her lips tight together, or
otherwise protect herself.

There must have been 10 guys with high powered water pistols, shooting
hot water at her. The water pressure was just at the borderline; they
must have known exactly how hard they could pump it without causing
bruising, how hot they could make it without scalding. It was like
the pressure alone was scrubbing her.

Water was being blown into her face, her mouth, her ears, her armpits,
her vagina, her ass, everywhere. She didn't know where to turn, she
couldn't get away. She breathed in a mouthful of water, sputtered,
and stopped breathing.

Then several of them had soapy scrub brushes, like you would use in a
car wash, and they were scrubbing her legs, her arms, under her
breasts. She was still moving forward, and with each step the process
was changing slightly. Now there was one guy, in a wetsuit, holding
various parts of her open, pushing her cheeks apart, making sure they
got behind her ears, in the folds of her vagina, between her fingers,
between her toes. She felt turned inside out.

Now a softer wash of water was rinsing the soap off. Nikki felt
drained. She breathed deeply through her nose, now that water wasn't
coming at her. Tried to recover.

The cable turned a corner. And now Nikki could see what was next.

A big pool. And the cable was below the surface. Ohhh! She was
going to have to walk on the bottom of the pool. Her head was going
to be under the water. Her pace controlled by the cable. And not
able to surface, the cable holding her down.

Nikki pushed through her urge to balk. They weren't going to drown
her. She was a valuable asset. But she felt the fear in her veins
like ice. She stepped forward, getting closer to the water.

Ohhh! There was a trainer at the steps to the pool. With ankle
weights in his hands. They were going to make sure she stayed on the
bottom of the pool by weighing her down. Ohhh! Another wave of fear
passed through her. But she let him strap them to her ankles.
Compliant. Submissive.

She carefully stepped down the stairs. The water warm and
comfortable. Getting deeper and deeper with each step. Heavy as she
moved through it. It was at her thighs, at her hips, above her waist,
at her breasts, her collar bone, lapping her chin. She heard the
trainer say, "Take a deep breath" and then she was under. Totally
under. She moved forward, the water weighing down on her. The light
dappling through.

She was totally under water. Even her hands. It was hard to move
forward, the water heavy. The realization of her helplessness even
heavier.

Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Nikki put one foot in front of
the other. Did her best to keep moving forward. She wanted to
breathe. She could feel her lungs screaming out for air. And she had
no idea how much further it would be. Right foot. Left foot. Right
foot. The burning sensation in her lungs growing.

At the same time, she could feel the warm water cleaning her,
caressing her, refreshing her. She had wanted this. Wanted to feel
clean.

She knew better than to take a breath of water. The worst was to fill
your lungs with water. Hold it. Keep holding it. "You can do it,"
she told herself. "Keep walking. Stick with it."

Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. This was going on forever.

Finally, she felt hands on her elbows and she was being guided up and
out of the pool.

Nikki took a deep breath, the air rushing back into her lungs. She
bent over as best she could with her hands over her head, trying to
force air into her lungs, trying to expand her diaphragm as much as
possible. They let her gasp a few more breaths and then hustled her
on, water streaming from her hair and her skin.

The next room was filled with groomers. They dried her. Did her
hair. Applied light makeup. She felt like a product on an assembly
line. She was just a set of body parts to be treated, enhanced.

Finally, the group of slaves were assembled in front of a low
platform, a podium at the center. They were arranged in three rows,
standing comfortably with their hands at the nape of their necks.

One of the senior trainers took his place at the podium. Nikki
recognized him vaguely. She'd seen him before. Knew the other
trainers respected him. That he was some kind of "big cheese."

He cleared his throat and got started. No amplification, just his
deep rich voice filling the room. The slaves, silent and respectful,
looking up at him. "I am Jerard. Welcome to the next stage of your
training. Those of you who are here have done well. But don't think
you have nothing to worry about. We had to take 4 of you out of the
group this morning."

There was a collective gasp, as the slaves realized what that meant.
These were slaves who were deemed ready by their Trainers. And Jerard
had kicked them out after weeks and weeks of training and they would
not be auctioned at the upcoming auction, and maybe never.

"We had two who failed to show sufficient respect to the Matron."
Jerard raised his eyebrows. "I hope all who remain realize that your
submission is submission to all of us who are part of the system. Not
just your trainer or your Master, but everyone."

Nikki nodded and felt all the other slaves nodding along with her.

"We had one panic at the pool. A shame. I know you each have your
own fears. But you belong to us now. You give over your fears. You
don't have enough volition to act on your fears. I hope you will all
take that as a lesson."

Nikki felt the truth of his words. Felt that deep in herself.

Jerard was continuing. "But the biggest lesson for all of you here….
We had one slave who was courageous enough to admit that he was not
ready during his entrance interview." He paused. "Frankly, I was
impressed. If you are not ready, you are not ready. Better to admit
it now."

Nikki thought about that. A slave who had voluntarily taken himself
out of the running. Who had admitted failure.

"It is better to admit it yourself, than to wait until we discover
it." He took a breath. "And we will discover it."

He was right. There was no way to hide anything from this process.
There was no kernel of herself that was not going to be exposed,
studied, examined.

"I want each of you to sit down on the floor. Right now."

Nikki was thankful for her training as she lowered herself down
without moving her hands from the back of her neck – not an easy thing
to do.

"Now. Think. I want each of you to carefully consider what is going
to happen over the next few days."

Nikki waited for his next comments; she felt calm, centered, at ease.

"You will be tested. Examined. Evaluated. We will find all your
weaknesses. We will use you and test your endurance. We will push
you. We will also debase you, dehumanize you, reduce you to your most
basic of functions. You will be humiliated, stripped of all dignity.
You will be a slave."

Nikki let the words wash over her. The images vivid in her head.

"And at the end of it, you will be sold. Sold as chattel. All choice
and volition removed from you; you will be passed to the highest
bidder and you will be pledged to serve him or her for a period of no
less than 5 years."

Nikki felt a chill down her spine.

"This is serious business. There will be almost no limits on your
service. He or she may decide to use you or not use you. He or she
may take you far away from the people or culture you know. He or she
may abuse you, or simply ignore you. You can not be murdered or
deliberately injured. But you will have little recourse should you
find that the experience does not live up to your expectations."

He was right. This was serious. And scary. It could be anybody.
She could be bought by a kindly, wise, older Master, a collector who
would appreciate the skills and talents she brought to her service.
Or she could be bought by someone who didn't care at all about her.
It could be anybody. She could be bought by Mark! Or by someone she
had never met.

"I want you all to take a moment. Close your eyes. Reach deep down
into yourself. Do you really want this? Are you prepared to give
yourself over to the experience, positive or negative? Do you want to
be a slave?"

Nikki closed her eyes. Thought hard. Thought about her last few
weeks. Amazing. If somebody had asked her that question 6 weeks ago,
the answer would have been so different. Frankly, she had been
coerced into the program. She wouldn't have allowed herself to
explore this if she had been made to choose completely freely. It was
too scary. But now that she was so far in, so deep, she couldn't
imagine anything else.

She thought about the feeling of submission. The warmth of it. She
thought about how inexplicably wonderful she felt when she did
something, became something, she didn't want to be, just to please
somebody who was in charge of her. How wonderful it was to give
herself over, to give up the pain of her responsibility.

No matter how much she thought about it or tried to explain it to
herself, it was mystifying. Why this was so arousing. Why it worked
for her the way it did. But even without being able to understand it,
it was true. This was who she was. She was a slave. She was ready
for auction. She was ready for whatever was next.

"There is absolutely no shame in backing out now. You have had the
time to explore this. If you have gotten this far, it means you CAN
do it. But it doesn't mean you should do it. If you are not
absolutely sure that this is right for you, please, act now. Stand up
now, and we will help you get back to your life from before you joined
the program. We will give you seed money to set yourself back up, get
you a job, etc. And there will be absolutely no problems."

The silence was complete. Then one slave stood. She was a young girl
with long blonde hair. Nikki didn't recognize her.

"Thank you, dear." Jerard nodded to one of the trainers, who stepped
forward with a blanket and gently wrapped up the slave girl and led
her out of the room.

Silence descended once more.

"This is your last chance. After this, there is no going back. No
appeal. No balking."

Nobody moved a muscle. Nikki breathed in deeply. She had never felt
more sure of anything in her whole life.

"Okay then. Let's get on with it."

Evaluated and irrigated

Nikki felt her arms stretched up above her head, her body taught. A trainer she didn’t know had strung her up, wrists cuffed, the chain between them held up by a cable that ran across the room. He had adjusted the length of the chain so that she had to get up on the balls of her feet to take the pressure off her shoulder joints. It made her breasts jut out, her back arched.

Now he was pushing her forward, making her take her place at the end of a row of naked slaves. There had to be 25 on line already. She was behind a girl she’d ever seen before. The girl was a little shorter than Nikki, but her chain was a little longer, so she too was stretched “just so” – and Nikki could see that she too was covered in her own partially dried urine. The girl’s hair was matted and stuck up in every direction. She was shivering in the cool air.

The trainer pushed Nikki all the way forward, pushing the girl into the boy in front of her, and getting rid of all the space between them. Nikki’s breasts were pressed into the girl’s upper back, the girl’s ass into Nikki’s upper thighs and crotch. Nikki’s nostrils were filled with the scent of dried urine from the girl’s hair.

Then she felt the trainer’s hands on her again, this time pressing a boy into her back. He wasn’t much taller than her, she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. And she could feel his cock, hard and getting harder as the trainer pressed them together. At least it was warm.

This was clever. They were all in line. Efficiently contained. And incredibly aware of their nakedness, their helplessness. They couldn’t move forward or back because the other slaves were there, and couldn’t move side to side because the chains were too short. They were trapped, yet could easily be moved by the trainers.

In fact, Nikki could sense movement in the chain of slaves. The sound of the chains scraping along the cable. Small slaps as slaves were encouraged to move forward by a smack on the haunches. The line was moving ahead. It was like they were on some kind of strange ski lift or some weird ropes course where they were going to slide across a gorge by their hands, but they were just being moved from the dormitory room someplace else.

Nikki didn’t know where they were going, but she sure hoped that it would involve getting clean and smelling better. They must have waited until every single slave had lost control of his or her bladder. That was probably part of the process, part of the experience they were intended to have. But yuck! It certainly smelled gross.

She could see slightly ahead. There was some kind of doorway, the slaves were being taken through one at a time. She was still 15 or so before the front slave, and they were advancing slowly. A couple of minutes each slave, at a minimum. Nikki was hungry and thirsty, her mouth parched, her stomach felt like a knot. The stench wasn’t helping. And the position wasn’t exactly comfortable.

The boy behind her was getting annoying. He was close. So close, she could feel the hair on his chest rubbing into her back. She could feel his thighs behind hers. Mostly she could feel his cock. He was pushing it against her ass, rubbing, sliding. She could feel that he was oozing precum, and he was trying to get some kind of purchase, trying to find a way to get into her without being able to use his hands. Not easy.

He was pushing, pushing,, pushing. His body building a rhythm. He was getting more and more into it, she could feel it. She could feel her own body responding. Amazing. Even covered in urine, cold, humiliated, and afraid of what would happen next, she was still responding.

What a slut she was. She felt a wave of shame. Her sexuality so raw, so uncontrollable. But then she remembered who and what she was. This was why she was here. A point of pride, not shame. Her sexuality was valuable and prized in this context. She was a slut, yes. A hot, wet, whore. But that wasn’t bad at all. It only enhanced her value.

She relaxed into it. Pushed back into his thrusts. Felt him stretch his arms to their limit so he could get down below her and slide his cock between her thighs. She spread her legs. Felt him sigh as he pushed his cock into the warm crevice between her legs. He hadn’t achieved penetration, but this was good enough for him, it was warm and tight. She closed her legs on him and felt him pushing into her faster now.

The line kept shuffling forward. Only 10 slaves in front now. She moved forward. The boy stayed glued to her, his breath sharp in her ear. He was murmuring, softly.

“Oh, baby. Yes… so hot. You’re so hot.”

And she felt it. Hot and beautiful. It didn’t matter that her eyes were too close together or her chin too pointy. It didn’t matter that her hips were a little too full, her ass too big. It didn’t matter that her skin was marred by these cysts. It didn’t matter that she was covered in piss. None of it mattered compared to her eagerness, her desire, her arousal flowing and responding to his urgency. That was all that mattered.

His cock was sliding over her wet slit. She couldn’t believe that she had enough hydration to flow like this, given how thirsty she was, but she could feel from the way his cock was gliding, frictionless, that she was lubricating him. He was pushing harder and faster now, really going at it.

They moved forward again. Only a couple of people ahead of them now. He must have seen that they didn’t have long, because his intensity increased yet again, the thrusts urgent and hard, his voice grunting in her ear. He was sliding over her labia, his cock hot between her thighs. But not far enough forward to give her any friction on her clit. She was aroused, but not really approaching orgasm.

Nikki rubbed her breasts against the girl in front of her, the hard tips of her nipples sliding back and forth on the girl’s back. The boy was getting really close and Nikki really wanted to go over with him, but she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to. His breath was hard in her ear. Each exhale a little grunt at the end as he pushed his body forward.

He let out a strangled cry, trying not to draw too much attention to himself, and Nikki felt the wet gush of his cum sliding down the inside of her thigh. Hot fluid dripping down, like a caress moving over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She closed her eyes, willed herself to cum. Felt a small crest of feeling, a relaxation. But she was too uncomfortable, too thirsty, too hungry, too covered in piss to really cum. It just wasn’t enough to get her over the edge. She pushed her hips forward in frustration, trying to hump the girl in front of her. It didn’t work. She breathed into her situation, her lack of control.

But now she had reached almost the front of the line. The trainers were unhooking the boy in front of the girl in front of Nikki. Pushing him forward, into the room ahead. Nikki could see now. There were two trainers behind a desk. They were performing some kind of inpection/interrogation. Touching the slave. And then having him show off his genitals, bend over and spread his ass.

They were putting something into his ass! Ohhh. Nikki could see his face, drawn in concentration or pain as they worked a semi-soft plug into his ass. She could see in his face when they had gotten it all the way in, his sphincter closing around the narrow bit, the flanged bottom spread, holding his cheeks slightly open.

Now they were moving him along to a set of metal frames. The trainers pushed him down, his knees on little pads and his body stretched over the frame, head down almost at the level of the floor. His ass was up and spread open in this position. They locked his head down, secured his wrists and his back. Nikki could see from her position that he was completely immobilized.

It was the girl in front of her’s turn now, she was being unhooked from the cable and moved over to the interrogation table. There was nobody in front of Nikki. Her nakedness was exposed to the trainers and the other slaves, at yet this boy was still pressed up against her. She felt her arms stretched against the end of the cable as the force of all the slaves behind her pressed forward. She used her thigh muscles to press back and hold them in position.

She couldn’t decide where to look. At this girl, who she felt strangely close to, having been pressed up against her for the last hour or so, or at the boy to find out what they were going to do with him. Her gaze travelled back and forth.

Two trainers were busying themselves with the boy. Doing something. Oh! They were attaching a hose to the plug in his ass. It must have some kind of conduit. They were going to give him an enema. The position he was in held his ass up and open, perfectly. But it also allowed his stomach room to expand. His belly was hanging down, unencumbered. The water would be able to flow without obstruction.

The other trainers were still questioning the girl. They had her lie back on the top of the table and open herself to their probing fingers and searching eyes. Nikki burned in anticipation of how that would feel, totally exposed, totally powerless. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she could see that they were making the girl answer questions.

Nikki felt a wave of feeling hit her. She was chained. Helpless. Covered in piss. About to be examined and interrogated, and then penetrated and irrigated. And there was no way out Nobody to appeal to, no safe word, no escape clause. This was it. She felt panicky. She hadn’t felt claustrophobic in the cell, but she felt it now. Her breathing was shallow, she could feel her heart racing, sweat pouring down her sides.

“Hun. Breathe deep.” The slave behind her had sensed her state and he was whispering in her ear. “It’s okay. They aren’t going to do anything that hasn’t been done before. Your trainer still loves you. You wouldn’t be here if your trainer didn’t think you were ready, didn’t think you could handle it.” His words were reassuring. “You’ll be fine. Now BREATHE”

Nikki took a deep breath. Was glad for his comfort. Happy he was there, had connected with her in this way. Was soothing.

The trainers had come to collect her. There was no more waiting. She was up.

They unhooked her arms. Brought them down in front of her. Ooo, the relief of it. Not having the pulling sensation. Her feet flat on the ground. Such a simple pleasure a simple joy.

The two big trainers hustled Nikki forward to the interrogation desk.

“Nikki?” The trainer behind the table was looking down at a form in front of him. He had a print out of all the slave’s names and he was matching the individuals to the list.

“Yes, Sir.” Nikki felt like she was croaking out the words, her throat so dry and scratchy.

“Did you soil yourself in the cell?.”

Oh! They were going to make her say it. The blood rushed to Nikki’s face. This always worked. Making her do something humiliating or embarrassing, but then compounding that embarrassment by making her acknowledge it. Making her use her intelligence, her voice, her human-ness. To acknowledge her lack of humanness.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me what you did, girl.”

“Oh, Sir. I emptied my bladder. It was too full, Sir. And I didn’t know when I was going to be let out. I tried to hold it. But it was painful. And then when I tried to let go I couldn’t. It took me a long time. Eventually, I did empty it.”

The trainer looked inscrutable. His face stony and unreadable. Nikki wasn’t sure if she’d said too much, if she should have just stopped at “I emptied my bladder.” Well, it was too late now. And this was who she was – a chatterbox.

“Honesty and disclosure are good, girl. But you didn’t have permission to pee, did you.”

“No, Sir.” Nikki felt shamed. Even though it clearly would have been impossible for her to hold it for that long. She some how felt that she had failed. She lowered her head. Feeling like a child caught misbehaving.

“Then again you weren’t told not to either.” He looked up, waiting for her response.

“No, Sir.” Nikki responded, a glimmer of hope deep in her. Maybe she wasn’t at total fuck up after all.

“Next time you will follow instructions. If we tell you to pee when you have to, you will pee as soon as you have to. If we tell you to hold it, you will hold it until you pass out and your body lets go without any conscious choice. Right girl?”

“Yes Sir.” Nikki’s voice was strong and enthusiastic. It was easy to agree, it felt like coming home. Clear instructions. The ability to follow them. That was what she liked.

“Ok. Now. Climb up here and show me your pussy.” He patted the table in front of him.

She needed to step forward, between him and the table and then hoist herself back. She had seen the others do it. She knew what was expected. The chain between her hands was just long enough to allow her to put her hands on either side of her hips and push herself up and back onto the table. She lay back, using her stomach muscles as she had been trained. And she opened her legs.

Nikki knew she smelled of urine, but she also smelled of the boy’s cum, and her own arousal. The trainer was so close. He’d be able to smell all of it. He’d know what had happened.

Sure enough, he put his hand forward and touched the wet slick on her leg. Ran his fingers up and scooped a little moisture up on his fingertips. Brought them to his nose.

“Mmmm. You were busy on the line, weren’t you.”

Nikki wasn’t sure if a response was required, but decided that a simple “Yes, Sir.” couldn’t hurt.

Actually it did hurt. Felt like a physical blow, just a blow to her pride, but ouch! His comment so scornful. Making her feel less than human. Well, she was less than human. So it made sense.

“Did he initiate it or did you?”

Nikki didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to blame the boy. But she didn’t want to take responsibility either.

“How could I, Sir? I was facing forwards.”

“Non responsive, girl.” The trainer was smirking to himself, and he wrote something down on the paper in front of her.

Nikki took a deep breath. She felt loyalty to the boy behind her, he had been wonderful to her, calming, sweet, good. But they owned her, and they owned the truth.

“It was the boy, Sir. He used me.”

“Better girl.” His voice was soothing. “But…” he advanced his right hand up her thigh… “You obviously enjoyed it.” He pushed two fingers through the thick moisture at the mouth of her cunt and entered her, her body instinctively yielding to him.

“Yes Sir.”

“Honest.” He noted it.

He asked her a few more questions. Looked at her body. Made notes. She hoped she had done well.

Then the two trainers were moving her over to the apparatus. She was being forced to kneel. Her head was way down low, her breasts hanging, her belly. Her legs spread. She could feel her labia open. She was totally open, and as she felt the trainers strap her wrists down and fasten the belts around her chest and her hips she realized that she was also totally helpless.

She felt two hands opening her cheeks. And then pressure on her anus. Cold and wet, must be lube. It was being spread around a bit. Pushed in slightly, pulled back out.

“Relax” one of them was whispering in her ear. “Push a little. You know how to do this, you’re just nervous.”

Nikki closed her eyes. Allowed this to be done to her. She pushed and took the plug up her ass. It felt so big. She felt like she was being stretched and filled to the limit. She didn’t feel any tearing. It was ok. But so big. She felt it slide all the way in. Felt her anus close around the smallest part. She had an image in her head from what the other slaves had gone through. So she knew what to expect. She felt the flange holding her open, even when whoever had been holding her cheeks apart let go.

She heard the trainers busy around her. And she felt the pressure as they attached the hose. She was expecting it, but nothing really prepared her for the sensation of the water flowing in. Given her position, it flowed in easily. Warm, thankfully. And filling her. She could feel it getting deeper into her bowels. Deeper and deeper. She could feel her belly starting to fill. And she felt a desire to push, already.

She breathed into it. She felt heavy and full. Her stomach hanging down. Round.

“It’s slowed, Sir.” One trainer was talking to the other.

“Ok. Give her the last push and we’ll move on.”

A push! Oh. Nikki knew what that meant. One of the trainers would hold the hose in place while the other built up a little pool of water at the bottom of the hose. Then the second trainer would use his fist to squeeze the extra water into her bowels, adding pressure to the gravity that was already moving the water in. She exhaled and felt the bolus of water traveling into her already full entrails.

Now they were unbuckling her. Letting her up. Ohh. She was so full. She felt like she was sloshing. She clamped her muscles down on the plug, trying to hold on to it. She knew it was thick, but the desire to evacuate her bowels was growing.

They reattached her hands and put her back on the cable.

Ohhhh! There were several slaves in front of her. Including the girl who had been there before. When was she going to get the opportunity to release? How long was she going to have to wait. She could feel it already.

Nikki could hear moans from the other slaves on line. She was glad that they had given her a little more room, but her belly was still pressed into the slave ahead of her. And the waves of pain were building.

She shuffled forward. Now they had brought over the boy behind her. She was sandwiched between the two slaves again, moving forward slowly on this assembly line of slave care. How incredibly dehumanizing. They were pushing him into her. She could feel his distended belly pushing her belly into the girl in front of her.

She was going to hold it. She closed her eyes again, for a moment. Breathed.

There was a keening sound coming from someplace towards the front of the line. She couldn’t even tell if it was a boy or a girl. But somebody was having a hard time. She focused on it. It got louder, shriller. It was the sound of an animal in a trap. Or a woman in labor. Intense.

One of the trainers came over. Spoke in calm tones. “Deep breaths. Hold it. It’s just water. You can do it”

The sound didn’t change. If anything it came in faster bursts.

“GIRL! Pull yourself together.” The trainer sounded like he was talking to a child. Or a dog. Nikki was so glad it wasn’t her, that she wasn’t the one losing control . But it could have been. The pain was intense.

The girl was grunting now. Rhythmically. She was clearly trying to control it. Then the sound of the grunts changed. Got deeper. Somehow a different quality to them. More purposeful.

Oh! The girl was pushing! She was going to empty herself in line. Nikki realized what was happening before the odor hit her, but then it did. Whew! Strong, dank. Like something had died. The girl must have been constipated. Her trainer had screwed up sending her here with her bowels in a mess. It may have been her trainer’s fault. But she was taking the brunt of it.

Nikki couldn’t see everything that was going on, but she could tell that the girl was being pulled out of line. Not before getting watery shit on the slave behind her. She was being forced to stand on a small stool so everybody could see her. Nikki couldn’t tear her eyes away. The girl was shaking and crying, shit running down her legs. She was trying to squat. But the trainer was slapping her and making her stand. Her stomach was undulating where she was trying to push.

It was the look on her face that was the most incredible. She was totally defeated. She had failed, and everybody could see. Nobody else had soiled themselves. And she was filthy now. Still covered in urine, but now covered in shit too. Standing as a warning to all the other slaves.

Nikki wasn’t going to let that happen. However, as she moved towards the front of the line, the urgency got stronger and stronger. The smell was disgusting, but it was actually making her feel even more urgent.

She inched forward. Focusing on calming herself. Breathing. They were going to let them go, for sure.

Finally, she could see into the next room. Where the toilet had to be. And yes there was a toilet. ONE toilet. In the center of the room. On a small raised platform. So everybody could watch as the slave emptied the water from his or her bowels. It was strange. The toilet was high, very high, so high that the slave’s legs dangled. Didn’t touch the floor.

Nikki saw the slave ahead of the girl ahead of her. He was moving up to the dais. She could see the relief in his face. He eagerly got on the toilet. He didn’t seem to be phased by having an audience. He pushed and she could hear the gas escape along with the shit. Could hear the shit splashing into the bowl . But there was something else in his face. A confused look. Pain from the bowels, but something else too.

When he stood she could see what it was. His backside was all red. She couldn’t quite see, but there was something about the toilet seat. Ohhh.

Nikki was rocking back and forth. Trying to move with the pain. Trying to keep control of it. And the girl was up there. She was next. She didn’t care what the toilet seat had on it. She had to shit! She rocked. The girl was pushing. Taking her time. Oh please. Please.

Finally it was Nikki’s turn. She was marched up to the seat. It was the strangest thing she had ever seen. It was covered in rough stones, like that fancy concrete stuff they make some walkways out of to make them look more interesting – the aggregate big pebbles not sand. Some of the pebbles were sharp. Not sharp enough to break the skin, but sharp.

Nikki didn’t care. She sat on it. Oh the relief of being able to let go. She knew the trainers were watching, the other slaves. But she had to go so badly she didn’t care. She felt the wave of the cramps pushing through her, the relief of it. But she also felt the sharp points of the rocks. With no way to rest her feet, her full weight was resting on her ass and upper thighs, and digging the little rocks into her. She pushed and pushed, felt the shit snaking its way out of her.

Finally she was done. It was over. She was being lifted off. She could feel a dribble of shit and water running down her thigh. Could feel how raw her ass was. She was a shit and piss covered wanton exhibitionist. She had been humped and probed and irrigated. She was nothing but this. She moaned.

Nikki hoped the next room would be where she got cleaned.