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.”