The Collectors Estate

Part Four - Group Two Processing and Group One Training

The Collectors Estate

The next day

9:00AM

As had been done the previous day, three unmarked black semi trucks backed into the loading docks in the basement of the Estate. In the trailer of the first truck were the men selected form the yacht, the second held the women, and the third held the men and women marked as special handling and selected by Robert Carlyle.

In fact, Carlyle himself was on hand for this momentous occasion. After all, it was he who had leaked the information about the yacht party to the founding members of the Collectors, it was he who had gained control of Herbert Warner Industries after Herbert and his two sons were killed - intentionally of course - during the recruiting process, and it was he who had set up the sexually frustrated wives that he had been seducing over the last few years. He had a lot at stake in these trucks, but more importantly the opportunity to gloat and feel that sweet sense of self-satisfaction was just too hard to pass up.

The unloading and processing would be handled somewhat differently today. One of the trucks held men, and that lent an element of potential physicality and unpredictability that was not usually seen in women. Therefore, the men's truck would be unloaded first and the men taken to the processing area under double the usual guard, and then the women's truck would be unloaded and they would be processed, and finally the special handling truck would be unloaded and those individuals would be processed separately by gender as well.

Under the watchful eye of ten mercenaries, each carrying a machine gun, and under the supervision of a dozen male work slaves, the first trailer was opened. For security purposes, the people that had been taken off the yacht had been left bound and gagged with tape. Not only would this make the men easier to handle, it kept the snooty, high society snobs from running their mouths as soon as the trucks were opened and getting themselves killed for trying to take charge of a situation of which there was no taking charge for them. The men were herded from the trailer and into the loading area. Each was pushed or forced to his knees on the floor to await further instructions.

Unfortunately, it turned out that they had suffered two fatalities among the men during the trip. One man, it seemed, had an allergic reaction to something and gone into shock during the trip and died. In actuality, although no one actually cared about the cause of death, the man had died from an allergic reaction to the adhesive on the duct tape used to gag him. The other man had been battling a head cold and had been on decongestant medication at the time of the party. Sometime during the trip, his medication had worn off and his sinuses had congested again, causing him to suffocate to death. The bodies of the two men were unceremoniously dragged from the loading area to be discarded in the waste.

Although Robert Carlyle was in attendance for this event, the actual address to the slaves was still left to Jonathan Clark. Jonathan Clark, along with Josephine Hancock and Stephen Harrison, had been summoned to the loading area to greet the new recruits. He gave almost exactly the same speech to the men as he had given to the women the previous day. And then when the second truck was unloaded, he gave this set of women the same speech. It was direct and to the point, and Jonathan Clark was nothing if not direct and to the point.

The men were taken off the truck, the speech was given, and then the men were sent to processing. After that, the women were taken off of their truck, the speech was given again, and then they were taken to processing. The third truck was then opened, the bound, gagged and blindfolded men and women were led off the truck, they were given the speech even though they couldn't see who was speaking to them, and then they, too, were taken to processing.

As had been done the previous day, the numbers were also counted. After the final count was taken, there were forty-seven men and sixty women, but seven of the men and eight of the women counted were marked by Robert Carlyle as special instructions. The final total was one hundred nine people. Adding that to the two hundred fourteen women from yesterday, not including the X-classes, the one woman that had been shot for not complying with instructions to leave the trailer, and the blonde woman hanging on the frame in the entry area to the dormitories, and the final count to date for the Estate was three hundred twenty-three people. That was just over half of the expected number of slaves needed to properly populate the Estate.

The processing had to be staggered somewhat so that all the men finished before the women were taken through the process. First the men were taken to a holding area to be unbound and their gags removed, they were given strict instructions to keep their mouths shut and to follow the instructions they were given, then the men were taken through processing. They were each shaved, tattooed, inspected and documented, showered, and then housed. The women were also led into a holding area and their bonds were removed. Once the last group of men had gone through the shaving room, the first group of women were escorted into it, so the processing was continual and never missed a beat. The is process was again repeated for the group of women labeled for special handling, and then again for the men in special handling.

In just under three hours, one hundred nine men and women from aboard the yacht had been processed. Most of them had been housed in the same small cells as the women the previous day. The ones that had been housed in the dormitories were, of course, given all the same instructions as the female recruits were given the day before. Naturally, though, the wealthy and powerful people didn't care much for having instructions barked at them through bars in small windows, but they really had no choice in the matter.

The fifteen people, seven men and eight women, that had been marked special handling by Robert Carlyle were taken into special area of the basement, near the main dormitories, called the 'dark rooms.' The dark rooms were similar to the cells of the dorms in the aspect that they were each four foot cubes with a hose for water, a hole for waste and a heavy door to contain the people that were placed into these rooms. However, there were also several differences between the dark rooms and the regular cells. The first difference was that the dark room were located in the floor of the small room in which they were located.

A thick, heavy, soundproofed door led into a room twelve feet wide and forty feet long. The floor of this room was divided into three sections: Two sections, running the length of the room, were made up of the four foot wide trapdoor-style doors that opened into each small cell. The center section of the floor of the room was a four foot wide walkway that ran the length of the room between the cell door. When a person was to be put into a dark room, they were led down the center aisle between the trapdoors, a door was opened, the person was pushed into the room, and the door was closed on top of them. The heavy doors of each dark room cell were soundproofed, so communication between cells was not possible, nor could any occupant hear anything from the room outside. There were no windows in these doors and no food slot. An occupant of a dark room cell was fed when that person's door was opened individually and their food pan offered to the work slave to fill. The door was then closed to that person's cell and the next one opened and the process repeated. The dark rooms were specifically designed to literally keep the occupants in the dark. No sound could penetrate into or out of the rooms and there were no lights so the occupants could see nothing. The dark rooms were most frequently used to punish slaves that talked after lights out, but on this occasion, they were used to keep the husbands and wives, marked by Robert Carlyle as special handling, separated and secret from one another. That was how he wanted them kept until the big moment came for each of their surprises, so that is how they were kept.

As the new recruits were arriving in the three unmarked trucks, the women from the previous day's processing were fed breakfast. Each woman was served two strips of bacon, - real pork bacon - a helping of eggs, and two pieces of toast. Several of the women, the vegetarians among the recruits, complained that they did not eat meat or eggs and so the tin pans belonging to each of those women were emptied back into the food carts and pushed back through the slot under the cell door empty. Those women would go without breakfast on this day.

After breakfast had been served, the women were given an hour to eat, drink water and use the bathroom; or the pipe, as the case was. At ten o'clock, work slaves entered each of the dormitories housing the nearly three hundred women. Each dorm held one hundred twenty people, so the women from the previous day had been divided into two of the five dorms. Four work slaves entered the filled dorm and four entered the partially-filled dorm. Each pair of work slaves carried an interesting length of chain.

The chain that each pair of slaves carried was thin, but sturdy, and each was over sixty feet long. At one foot intervals along each chain, a steel collar was welded into the links. Thus, a steel collar formed the front of the chain, then a one foot section of thin sturdy chain was welded at one end to the back of the first collar and at the other end to the front of the next collar. And so the chain was made until, at last, the chain ended in a final steel collar. Each collar opened on a hinge, easily allowing slaves to be added or removed from the chain without much effort. When the collars were closed about a slave's neck, a simple locking mechanism kept the collars closed. The locks could be opened with a small metal key. Despite their delicate look, the chain and collars were quite capable of holding a man or woman, even under the most intense struggling.

The pairs of work slave uncoiled each chain and laid each one out neatly in a single line on the floor of each long dormitory room. One of the slaves in each room informed the women in the cells that they would now be taken out of their cells to begin their first day of formal training. The women in the cells were instructed to come forward and stand beside a collar in the chain as they were released from their cells. They were warned that any acts of noncompliance would be met with punishment. Each work slave carried a cattle prod on a loop on his belt; this helped to illustrate the point that disobedience would be frowned upon most harshly.

One at a time, each cell door was opened and the naked and shaved women crawled from their small cells. They stood as instructed by the work slaves next to a collar in each line of chain. The women from the cells located on the right side of the room stood next to the collars along the chain laid on the right side of the floor, and the women from the left side cells stood in line at the left chain.

After all the women were released from their cells, the work slaves, one working from the front of each line of women and one working from the rear of each line, began snapping the collars about the necks of the women, forming a line of women chained collar to collar. One of the work slaves from each line of women took a leather leash from a loop on his belt and snapped the clip to the collar of the first woman in each line.

As there was only a foot between each collar, walking took some getting used to for the women in the lines. They quickly found that they each had to step with the same foot at the same time or someone would step on the back of the heel of the woman in front of her, causing several women to stumble. Ten women on one chain fell before they even got out of the dormitory door. The work slaves had to use their cattle prods to get the women back on their feet in a timely manner. Eventually, though, the problems with walking in the chain line were worked out and the women all fell into step, following the lead of the work slave holding the leash of their line. The remaining work slave for each line followed behind the women to divert any catastrophes from occurring.

The women were led into the entry room to the dorms; the room with five doors leading from it. There, still hanging from her frame, her mouth still held open by the retractor and the sign still hanging from her labia, was the woman that had been verbally abusive to Jonathan Clark the day before. Many of the women gasped when they saw here, others were shocked when they realized her tongue had been cut out, and still others could not bring themselves to look into the woman's sorrow-filled, regretful face. The message was taken very clearly by every woman in the lines, though: 'Behave or this could be you.'

As each line of slaves was led past the woman hanging on the frame, the work slaves leading them would use their cattle prods on the bare mons of the helpless woman, or they would touch the metal prongs of the highly charged prods to her nipples. Every time one of the work slaves shocked the woman with their prods, she uttered a guttural scream that barely even sounded human anymore. By the time all the lines of women were led past the woman hung on the frame, her nipples and pussy were red and blistered, tears poured down her cheeks, and she sobbed in heavy, rasping sobs.

Later that day, as the men and women from the yacht were being led to their housing, they, too, had the chance to see the girl hanging there from the wooden frame. Many were appalled at her treatment and others would not even look at her, the sight of her so offended their refined sensibilities. Their tale is yet to be written, though.

The lines, as they were called, were taken from the basement to the first floor of the Estate. Once the lines were up the stairs to the first floor, they were separated, and each line of women was taken to a different room. The rooms to which each line of women was led were apparently used for a variety of activities.

The room into which the first line of slaves was led was virtually bare, except for a heavy wooden desk and two large, locked wooden cabinets built into the richly-paneled wall behind the desk. As the slaves were led into the room, they noticed that a seductive-looking blonde woman was seated behind the desk. On the desk in front of her was a supple leather riding crop. The woman seated at the desk was none other than Collectors Estate Member Number Two, Josephine Hancock. After supervising the counts earlier this morning, Josephine had gone to her chambers and changed her clothes to something more appropriate for the day's activities. She'd arrived here just before eleven this morning, knowing that the slaves had been fed and were on their way into this room for her special tutorial.

The line of slaves was led into the room by the two work slaves and, under the supervision of Miss Hancock, were instructed to move into the room and back against the walls of the room. In a single-file line, there was no way the whole line of women would fit into this room, but having the women line up against the walls provided entirely enough room for all of the women to fit comfortably.

Once the line of slaves was in position, the two work slaves, one moving from the front of the line back and the other moving from the rear of the line forward, began to systematically remove the collars from each woman and coil the chain on which they'd been led as each woman was released from her collar. As each woman was released, she was told to stand with her back against the wall and the palms of her hands pressed against the wall. Fearing reprisals, every woman obeyed as ordered without complaint.

Josephine Hancock stood and crossed to the door of the room. She wore a loose black silk blouse, a tight black leather skirt and black leather boots. Her shirt was open enough to reveal her pale skin beneath, but not open enough to be tasteless. The hem of skirt she wore ended at her knees, but was slit on the left side to lust below the middle of the thigh, giving her ease of movement, but also revealing the lines of her legs and the curve of her buttocks. Her boots were knee-high and laced all the way up the front. The boots ended in a four inch heel, making Miss Hancock stand at just over six feet tall. She closed the door and turned to the slaves as the last of the collars were being removed. She moved to the center of the room, looking over every naked body, every shaved head, and every eyebrow-less face.

"My name is Miss Hancock," Josephine said. "This is how each one of you shall address me when you see me. If any of you ever forget that," She raised the riding crop in her hand. "Then I have ways of making a very impressionable reminder."

She moved to the first woman in the line, looking at the slave from head to toe. The slave was a young woman, probably twenty-three, she was shorter than Miss Hancock by almost a head, she had good-sized breasts that were quite firm with perky red nipples that stood erect from the effects of the chill air of the basement. Miss Hancock moved her eyes from the slave's face, letting her eyes wander obviously over the slave's firm breasts, down to her shaved, naked pubis, and even further down to her legs and feet. The slave only stood there, unable to take her eyes off of Josephine Hancock despite the woman's obvious ogling of her body.

As Miss Hancock moved on to the next woman in the line, she began to speak again in her silken voice. She said, "Today, each of you will learn some very basic instructions. You will learn how to kneel, you will learn how to crawl, how to walk properly, and a variety of positions that every one of you, to the last, will be expected to repeat at any given moment."

As she spoke, she continued to move down the line of women, her eyes moving over each naked body, almost as if she was imagining the tortures she would later lavish upon each naked morsel and each bare inch of exposed flesh. She continued, saying, "I assure you that before each of you leave this room you will know these positions and postures by heart. I can also assure you that if you go out into the Estate and fail to perform these positions and postures as you are instructed here today, then you will make me look badly in the eyes of my peers. Trust me when I tell all of you that making Miss Hancock look badly will be very, very bad for the offender."

It was as Miss Hancock was passing near the middle of the line of slaves that one of the slaves made her first mistake. Miss Hancock had stopped in front of the woman and was examining her as she had examined each of the women before her. The woman was shorter than Josephine by about six inches and was a little plump but not enough to mark her as an X-class. She had large, round breasts that had to be double D-cups at the very least. She also had, as Josephine Hancock was slightly amused to notice, a birthmark on the front of her freshly' shaved mons. Her mons, Josephine also noticed, was covered in red bumps, indicating this woman did not ever shave her pubic hair, or if she did it was not very often. Josephine figured the woman was probably self-conscious of the birthmark. So, while she was examining the woman, she let her eyes linger on the birthmark for longer than usual.

Exactly as Josephine had planned, the woman moved her hands from the wall to cover her naked pubis. Before the woman even knew what happened, Josephine struck. In one quick slash, she struck the woman directly across both of her large breasts with the riding crop she carried. Instantly, the woman screamed out and brought her hands up to protect her breasts from further harm. Josephine, having anticipated this, slashed out with the crop again, this time striking the woman across her ample hips and pubis. The woman cried out again and moved her hands to protect her stinging nether region. When she moved her hands, the mark from the crop, a red welt across both the woman's breasts right above the nipples, was visible to every woman in the room. Again the woman screamed and covered her breasts with her hands.

Josephine placed the tip of the crop under the woman's chin and raised the woman's eyes to meet her own. The woman had tears in her eyes from the pain brought by the stinging of the riding crop. The pain was evidenced by the angry red welt across the front of the woman's hips.

"Listen to me," Miss Hancock said. Her voice was low, almost a whisper. "You keep your hands against the wall or I will beat you until every inch of you is purple. Do you understand me?"The woman nodded, terrified.

Josephine took one step back from the woman and, in a motion that was so quick it could barely be seen, swung the crop in a hard backhand slap against the woman's right cheek. The woman cried out and grabbed her face with her hands. She bent over to keep Josephine from hitting her breasts again and she began to really cry now from the pain.

"I asked you if you understood me, slave!" Miss Hancock hissed at the woman. Her voice had gone from smooth silk ecstacy to chilling daggers of anger in the space of about one second.

"I understand you!" the woman cried out between sobs.

Josephine raised her arm and brought the riding crop down squarely between the woman's shoulder blades. The woman cried out again, her sobs amplified by the new pain, and fell to her knees. Josephine let the woman remain there for a few seconds, hunched like a turtle on her knees, a red stinging welt rising across her back, while she admired the pain the slave was in.

"I don't think you heard me correctly, slave," Miss Hancock hissed again. "Do you understand the instructions you were given or not?"

The woman sobbed on the floor on her knees in front of Miss Hancock for several more seconds before she was finally able to answer, "Yes, Miss Hancock. I understood you." The words barely came out of the woman's mouth, she was sobbing so badly.

"Good," Miss Hancock said, her voice returning to its normal silken tone. "Now, stand up and do as you were told. Hurry!"

The woman picked herself up off of the floor and placed her back against the wood paneled wall with a wince of pain and again placed the palms of her hands against the wall. There were two straight, swollen red lines across her large breasts and one across her hips. Her right cheek was swollen and red from where Josephine had struck her in the face. The slave would have bruises for a couple of days to remind her of her mistake.

Still standing in front of the plump woman, but speaking to every woman in the room, Josephine Hancock said, "You are not allowed modesty here. You will all submit to inspections, caresses, ogling, and more and you will not cower or cover yourselves. You will present your bodies to whatever amusements the people here choose for them. If you do not, you will be tortured, punished, or even killed."

Many of the women gasped. Josephine continued, saying, "Every one of you would benefit by getting it into your heads right now that all of you are expendable and that all of you are easily replaceable. You are all playthings for our amusements. The sooner each of you come to terms with that fact, the better off each of you will be."

Josephine noticed the nervous glances from around the room and smiled inwardly. She went on, "From now on, you will all learn to serve us in whatever manner we require. In return, you will be housed, fed, exercised, and groomed. Fail to live up to our expectations and you will learn the consequences of rousing our displeasure."

She reached out and gently touched the reddened cheek of the woman trembling before her. The woman flinched, expecting to be struck again, but Josephine only stroked her cheek lightly and eventually took her hand away after a few seconds.

"During the remainder of your time here with me today," she said, speaking to all of the women. "Do as you are instructed, do not make any mistakes, and remember what you are told. I do not wish to punish any of you further today, but I will if you make me."

She began moving down the line of women again, speaking to the group and examining each woman with her eyes. In her opinion, this group of women were lovely. Sixty of them, all at her bidding, and the slightest infraction could be severely punished. She loved it! She also loved the variety they offered. All kinds of body types, all sizes and shaped of breasts, each lovely little pussy shaved and smooth, and each tattooed as a piece of property. The rush of power was heady for her. She knew she was going to have to keep one of these women today, after her instruction, to use for her amusement. Just beating that chubby girl's fat tits had made her pussy wet. She couldn't wait to have one of them working at her clit with their tongue. Or whipping their tits while she brutally fucked one of them with a nice, large, studded strap-on. Yes, she would indeed have to have one of these girls for herself today.

In the meantime, she continued to instruct the women in the line. She said, "The positions and postures you will learn have many functional uses and may also be pleasing to any of the members here to see. For example, when you are walking through the halls here, and one day each of you will be allowed to do so on your own, and you see a member of the Estate approaching you, the polite thing to do is to drop to your knees and lower your eyes in deference to that member's authority over you.

"If he or she has a use for you, then he or she will then address you. If not, he will continue past you and leave you to whatever duties you were set to perform. All requests should be carried out, but must also be prioritized for timeliness and convenience. Not your convenience, of course, but the members' convenience that have made requests of your services."

Josephine was passing a thin woman, very pale, probably a blonde when she had hair. The woman had perky little breasts and it was obvious her pussy was used to being bare, so smooth was the skin. The woman's nipples were pink and puffy, but not erect. She had become used to the warmer air on this floor. Josephine cupped one of the woman's small breasts in her hand and slid her fingers toward the woman's soft pink nipple. She rolled the nub between her fingers as she continued to talk to the group of slaves. The woman did not make any attempt to cover herself and her nipple became hard almost at once under Josephine's tender ministrations.

"Have no illusions about your purpose here," Miss Hancock said, continuing to roll the young woman's nipple in her fingers. "You will be used for sex here." She paused as several of the women in the group cringed or sobbed. "Many of you will be used for sex many times daily. You will be used by both men and women for whatever sex acts will please them the most."

She released the woman's nipple as she moved on down the line. She did catch the young woman looking after her, though, as she was examining the next woman.

"In time, every one of you will use your mouths, your pussies, and your asses to satisfy the members here," she paused as, again, some women groaned or cried at the though of being violated in such ways. "In fact, in time, many of you will offer the use of your mouths, pussies, and asses for use. Don't think it won't happen, because it will. Eventually, you will become accustomed to being used as sex toys for our pleasures. More frightening to all of you now is that, in time, you will even begin to enjoy being used for our sexual pleasures."

She looked around to see how the women were reacting. Some of them were stifling cries, others were shaken but seemed to be dealing with the news, and still others seemed barely affected by the thought of their bodies being used by strangers against their wills. Were these women already adapting to their situations? Perhaps the hopelessness of their situations had numbed them to feeling shocked by the idea of being used sexually by these people. Or perhaps some of them realized what was happening and were defiantly planning to not be used sexually, to escape from the Estate, or to give up and be killed rather than allow themselves to be used and humiliated for the sexual gratification of strangers. In any case, Josephine knew, they would either get used to the idea or they would die trying.

"And don't think we just want you for your sex, either," Miss Hancock continued, still moving down the line of women and examining each one in detail as she spoke. "There are so many other things for the lot of you to do here. Eventually, some of you will help the work slaves in the cleaning duties or food service duties here. Some of you will be used as servers at parties hosted by the Estate. There are a host of activities for all of you to do here, but don't ever forget that your primary function here is to serve us."

She had reached the end of the line of women and was standing before a tall, thin woman. The woman was even taller than Josephine was in heels. The woman was older, maybe in her late thirties to early forties. She had small breasts that weren't as firm as some of the younger women's were, but she had long smooth legs. On the outside of each of her thighs, the woman had very detailed tattoos of dragons in flight. The heads of the dragons were near the tops of her thighs and the tails ended about four inches above the woman's knees.

Josephine reached out her right hand and traced the lines of the dragon on the woman's left thigh. "Very nice," she said.

"Thank you, Miss Hancock," the woman said. Her voice was deep, sultry-sounding, and had the same quality as Miss Hancock's did when she spoke. Her voice sounded like sex in your ears. The woman was looking back into Josephine's eyes, and in those eyes Josephine could see the glint of something. Desire, perhaps? Anger? Lust? Josephine made a mental note to find out later all she could about this woman.

"Alright," Josephine said, stepping away from the tall woman. "Beginning with you," she indicated the tall woman with dragon tattoos. "Form six rows of ten each row." She moved about five feet in front of the desk. "The first row forms here, the next row about four feet behind the first, and so on. Move! Let's get going!"

One at a time, the women quickly filed into neat rows, each woman facing forward and watching Miss Hancock. Every woman waited for her next instruction, each hoping not to displease this woman that could swing such a vicious riding crop.

Josephine put the women through rigorous paces, enforced by liberal applications of the riding crop. She taught the slaves how to kneel properly. She applied the crop to many a thigh and shoulder blade while giving her instructions on how wide the knees should be apart or how straight the back should be and how the breasts should be thrust forward. She taught them to crawl as well. During the crawling tutorial, she instructed them on holding their heads up as they crawled, keeping their fingers pointed straight ahead, their palms on the floor shoulder-width apart, and their backs slightly curved so their asses were raised somewhat. She taught them to walk properly, with their backs straight, their chins high and their eyes forward. They were instructed to take graceful strides and to keep their hands at their sides unless they were carrying something.

They were also shown a variety of other positions. They were shown the 'hair' position, where they would bend forward slightly and turn their heads to one side, as if to offer their hair as a lead. Josephine told them this position would come in handy if ever a member was required to lead them somewhere, but didn't have a leash handy. Of course, the slaves would have to grow some hair first before that position could be used effectively, but it was still required of them to know the position for when it would be needed in the future. The slaves were shown the 'whipping' position; a posture used if a slave was ever in immediate trouble and needed to be corrected. She would lie on her belly with her arms held over her head with her wrists crossed, and her ankles were to be crossed as well. Hair, if they had any, was to be moved off the back and shoulders and the forehead was to be pressed firmly to the ground. This offered a member immediate and complete access to the slave's entire shoulders, back, ass, thighs, and calves when corporal punishment was to be administered. Josephine made it quite well-known that the slaves should pay particular attention to learning the whipping position properly, as it was likely going to be the position they found themselves most often until they learned the ropes of the Estate.

They were shown many other positions as well, nearly fifty in all. The entire instructional took almost four hours to complete and, they were told, they would be here again the next three days learning these positions. Josephine was a strict Taskmaster, but she informed this group that they'd gotten off easy having her as an instructor. Some of the others were much, much harder on new recruits than she was. To be sure, that wasn't entirely true. The Estate itself had never had recruits before, but in certain circles some of the people that were now members of the Estate were known for their sadism or their cruelty to slaves in their service. Some of the cruelest of the founding members were the ones that were selected as teachers and trainers for the Estate, and precisely because they were cruel. Jonathan Clark himself wanted new recruits to learn their lessons quickly, efficiently, and with serious consequences for mistakes made. In fact, Jonathan Clark was, at this very moment, instructing a group of slaves in another room in the very same positions and postures these slaves were learning.

All of the slaves that had been brought upstairs and into each of these rooms were being taught position training. It was the first thing they would learn, the most important thing they would learn, and the one thing they would need to excel at in order to survive for very long at the Estate. The members of the Estate wanted pleasing sluts that would serve them well, provide them with sexual satisfaction, do as they were told when they were told, and they did not want to have to give reminders to obtuse slaves. It was easier to kill them off and replace the stupid ones with slaves that would learn to do as they were told.

Some of the Estate's members had been in societies similar to the Estate before, but on much smaller scales, in underground area of their home cities. They were used to seeing slaves trained, tortured, raped, abused, maimed, or even killed all for the pleasures of the society's members. It would be no different at the Estate. If a slave was too reticent or stupid to be useful, she would be killed, usually after being tortured for some days, and another slave would be brought in to replace the useless meat that had come before.

Josephine didn't tell these slaves all of that information, though. She did, however, make it abundantly clear that the importance of these positions and postures was utmost. She even mentioned more than once that their lives might depend on how well and how quickly each slave mastered each position. Josephine was not a subtle woman by any stretch of the imagination, but she also knew that terrifying the new recruits with tales of torture, gore and death would not make them better slaves. It would only make them scared ones. And scared was fine, in some cases, but often too much fear was counter-productive. Fear of having your tits welted by a riding crop was motivational, but fear of being gutted and fed to hungry dogs before you bled to death was certain to reduce the effectiveness of the training.

By three o'clock, nearly all of the slaves were sore from having been struck by Josephine's crop, they were tired from the rigorous training they'd undergone, and they were hungry from missing lunch. Josephine ordered the work slaves to chain the slaves back into the collar line and to take them back to the dorm to be fed a late lunch. Before she could be replaced in the collar chain, however, Josephine ordered the tall woman with the dragon tattoos to remain in the room. She also ordered the plump woman with the large breasts to stay as well. Josephine Hancock had plans for the both of them for later in the day.

At noon, it was lunchtime in the dormitories. Work slaves wheeled in the carts of heated food and began to serve the slaves from the yacht that had been processed earlier. Even though they had not eaten in over two days, the majority of these formerly-wealthy and powerful people refused the food that was given to them. Some ate, but for the most part the food was refused for several reasons. Either it was not to the standards that some of these people would accept, or it went against their diets, or some of them refused to eat until they were released from their captivity.

The work slaves just shrugged and poured the food back into the pans on the cart. They returned the tin pans under the doors from which they'd come previously. These fools would eat when they got hungry enough. If not, then no big loss anyway. They were going to make terrible slaves and everyone at the Estate knew it.

Still, they served a purpose. With the majority of the power structure of Herbert Warner Industries out of the way and Robert Carlyle now in control of the company, the Estate stood to gain considerable amounts of money and influence. Even more than it already enjoyed now. So, for now, they'd be kept, processed and trained. If the attitude couldn't be beaten or frightened out of them, then they'd be killed and replaced by people less stubborn. This batch was already getting on the nerves of the work slaves, the volunteer staff, and even some of the members. It was unlikely many of them would survive the first week.

Jeri Denise Sullivan was awakened cruelly at a few minutes before nine in the morning. She felt a sharp sting between her legs and had startled immediately awake. Work slaves with the morning food carts were waiting in the entryway to the dorms and had a few minutes of time to kill before they delivered breakfast to the slaves. So, they spent their time tormenting the girl on the X-frame. One of the slaves had approached her and thumped her hard in the clit with his finger. She'd woken up immediately. Her red eyes looking about wildly to see what had happened. The slave thumped her again and laughed as she finally noticed him standing just in front of her.

The work slave jeered the bound and mutilated girl, calling her a wide variety of names and taunting her with food from their carts. Jeri began to cry, but it didn't matter to the work slaves. She was supposed to be tormented, insulted, and degraded. In fact, the work slaves had all been told to go out of their way to make her as miserable as possible as long as it didn't interfere with their daily duties.

After a few moments, the slaves had to deliver breakfast and Jeri was left alone again. As depressing as it sounded, she missed the men as soon as they were gone. At least when they were taunting her, someone was talking to her. Now, she was alone again and left to her shame.

Several moments later, the work slaves returned from feeding the slaves in the dorms, but they were too busy talking among themselves to even notice Jeri hanging from the frame. Jeri was left alone again to ponder her thoughts in discomfort on the frame. She was hungry and she was thirsty. She hadn't been fed or had anything to drink since the day of the convention, and that felt like a very long time ago to her. She tried to go back to sleep, but found herself unable to even do that to relieve her agony.

In just under an hour, another group of work slaves entered the room. They were carrying odd chains with what looked like collars attached to them. One of the work slaves asked another if they should let the girl have some of their prods. The other slave responded that getting the slaves into the chains was more important and, if they had time, they could give her the what-for on their way out. It must have taken nearly an hour for the work slaves to complete their duties in the dorms, because Jeri hung there for what seemed like an eternity. Then, finally, one and then another of the doors opened and the slaves were led out of the dorms on long chains. As they passed her, each of the work slaves touched their cattle prods to her pussy or one of her nipples. Most of them only did it for a second, but a couple left the prods there for several seconds until blisters formed on the area of her skin where the metal ends of the prods touched her. Every electrified touch brought another scream out of Jeri, but the voice that was screaming wasn't even hers anymore. She didn't even recognize it, it was so unlike her normal voice.

Soon enough, however, they were all gone and she was alone again. Alone to hang there in her misery and her agony. The inside of her mouth was burned and bone dry. She wasn't even drooling anymore. It was as if her mouth had completely dried up. Her whole mouth ached as well. It was a dull, throbbing ache that seemed to flare with her every pulse. Her pussy and nipples also ached in much the same way. Still, she could barely even register the pain. She felt like she was slowly slipping away from it. Away form pain, away from hunger, from thirst, from the light. She was dying. She knew she had to be dying. She felt like the less pain she felt, the less hunger and thirst, the further she slipped away from life.

She hung there on her frame for only god knew how long before the door behind her opened again. A new set of freshly shaved and tattooed slaves were led into the room. Unlike the women from the previous day, these slaves complained to their captors and escorts. They made empty threats, they threatened legal action, they even demanded to be released and returned to their families. Most of the new set of slaves didn't even seem to notice her. She saw several of them look up at here, but quickly look away, as if her countenance was too horrible to bear. Very likely, it was, Jeri knew.

Several moments later, or two hours later for all Jeri knew, the work slaves returned from housing the new set of slave recruits. These slaves didn't even pay her any attention at all, though. They just walked past her as if she didn't exist and exited through the door behind her.

She must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing she knew, the door behind her was opened and the cruel work slaves from this morning had returned with the collared lines of slaves on chains.

She noticed through her hazy awareness that it looked as if most of the slaves had been beaten. She didn't know why, and couldn't really get her mind to focus on it for too long. She seemed to be having trouble focusing on anything for very long now.

Suddenly, there were fresh flashes of pain all over her body. She snapped awake quickly. The chains of slaves were gone, but the work slaves had returned with their cattle prods. They had begun to jab her with the prods again. This time, they didn't just focus on her pussy and tits. They were all over her, prodding her ass, legs, armpits, belly, and hips as well as the more sensitive areas. One of them had even pulled her away from the frame so that he could prod her anus. She jumped and screamed wildy when that was done.

All of the work slaves seemed to be having a grand time jeering her, causing her pain, and torturing her. Jeri wondered how bad the masters could be if the slaves were this awful. At some point, she must have passed out again, because everything just went black suddenly.

At 9:10 AM, there came a knock at the door. William "Willie" Johnson rose from the sofa on which he'd been sitting watching television. He crossed tot he door and opened it. Outside the door was a work slave with a cart of food.

"Hi," the work slave said. "I'm here to feed the girls that were left in your care."

"Oh sure," Willie said, moving aside. Willie was a large black man. He was the larger of the two black men that currently resided in this suite. "Yeah. I guess they never got fed yesterday. Better give them something. We don't want them passing out on us when things start getting really fun."

The two girls were still sleeping, practically comatose from the previous nights' abuses. Not even the television had woken them, so exhausted were they. The work slave tapped the cage doors with the toe of his shoe and the girls were instantly startled awake. They both clutched their blankets about their bodies, expecting to be torn from the cages and brutalized yet again. They relaxed somewhat when they saw the male slave standing outside the cages holding plates of food.

"Breakfast," he said. He placed the two paper plates holding scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast on the floor in front of the cages. He opened the doors of the cages and passed the plates to the girls before again closing the cage doors and locking them. The girls began to scoop the food into their mouths with their fingers as soon as the plates were in their hands. Forgotten were the blankets and fear of future rapes. All that concerned them now was filling their desperately empty bellies.

The work slave excused himself from the room and Willie shut the door behind him, returning to the couch to watch television again. After a few moments, he had an idea. He went into the kitchen a poured two glasses of cold water. He took the water to the girls in the cages, opening them as the work slave had before, giving the water to the girls, and then closing and locking the cages once he was finished. The girls even managed to thank Willie. They had not eaten or drunk anything, except the mens' semen, for the last three days. Each of them were terribly dehydrated and starving.

Once they finished their food and water, the girls asked Willie if they could have another glass. They told him they hadn't had anything to drink in a long time and needed more. He agreed to give them more water. He even agreed to let them out of the cages and let them stretch their legs as long as they behaved themselves. The girls were in no position to dissent.

Willie fetched two leather tethers and a leather collar from the cabinet next to the entertainment stand. He opened the cages and fitted the collar on the neck of the girl who hadn't been collared the previous night. He snapped one end of each tether to the ring in each girl's collar and then snapped the other end to the sturdy rings on the underside of the coffee table. The girls could stand and walk around, but the tethers were only six feet long. So the girls weren't going very far. The coffee table was a solid wood furnishing and weighed almost four hundred pounds. Even if the girls pulled together, they couldn't budge the massive thing, and there was no way it would fit out the doorway unless they turned the table on its side.

Willie went into the kitchen and poured two more glasses of water for the girls and returned to the living room. He gave the girls the water, which they both gulped down quickly, and sat down to watch television again. The girls were left standing naked in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do next. Certainly, they could have drunk more water, but they didn't want to be more bothersome to the man watching over them. They didn't want to anger him for fear he might hurt them, or worse. So, the girls stood there, looking about the room uncertainly.

Willie seemed to noticed the girls' uncomfortable looks and how they seemed to just be standing confused. He decided to take them for a walk so they could properly stretch their legs and perhaps relax a little. Well, relax as much as a couple of girls that were about to be the centerpieces of an eighty-man orgy could, he guessed.

He unsnapped the tethers from the rings on the coffee table and led the girls out the door into the hallway. They turned left out of the suite and headed into a large common area. The common area looked like an atrium from which several hallways emerged. Plants and benches for seating were arranged artfully in the atrium and gave the whole area a pleasant, relaxed feeling.

As Willie walked the girls into the atrium, a man entered the room from one of the hallways. He was the same man that had separated the girls and had told them to enter the cages the previous day. He approached Willie and began talking to him about the girls.

"Ah," he began. "Our two unexpected pleasures. You guys did a great job finding these two and recruiting them. So far, none of the others have taken that kind of initiative."

"Well, most of us are trained soldiers," Willie replied. "We take orders and carry them out like we're supposed to. When we saw these two cuties, we didn't figure you guys would mind if we picked them up, too. The more the merrier, right?"

"You've got that right," the man said. "Especially when they are as nicely shaped as these two. Have the guys gotten the chance to see them yet?"

"Just a few of them," Willie said. "There were only four of us in last night. The rest of the guys are on a supply run for that new recruiting mission. We're supposed to leave out tomorrow."

"They'll be in today, though, right?" the man asked, as if he wanted to make sure all the mercenaries got to see the girls.

"Oh yeah," Willie said. "Absolutely. And they are going to love these two." The girls cringed as he said that.

"Just make sure we get them back in one piece," Jonathan Clark said. "They might have been unexpected, but we'd sure hate to lose them. Well, so soon anyway," he added with a smile.

"We're not going to damage them, I promise," Willie said. "We'll have our fun with them like you said, and then we'll have them snug back in their cages first thing tomorrow morning for pick up."

"Good," Jonathan said. "In the meantime, why don't you take them down to processing? There's a new batch moving through right now, but I'm sure you could slip these two in after the last few go through and they won't mind processing a couple of extras."

"That sounds like a good idea," Willie said. "I was going to just walk them around for awhile since they've been cooped up in those cages since yesterday, but that sounds like a better idea to me."

"Good. Have fun with them today," Jonathan Clark said and walked away, ending the conversation.

"Well, you heard the man," Willie said to the girls. "Let's get you two down to processing."

The girls looked at one another nervously. Neither were sure whether this was a good thing or not. Willie tugged on the tethers attached to their collars and led them down a hallway. He led them downstairs and turned down a stone hallway, but stopped and seemed to be unsure of where he was. He turned around and walked the opposite way down the hallway, but paused again. A naked slave girl emerged from a doorway just ahead of them.

"Excuse me," Willie said. The girl instantly dropped to her knees, thighs apart, eyes lowered to the floor. The girls both saw, very clearly, the number '17' tattooed in red on her mons. "Can you help me find processing? I forgot where it was."

The slave immediately looked up into Willie's eyes. "Yes sir," she said. "You proceed down this hallway the way you are going now, then turn left at the end of the hallway. That will take you straight past the processing area. You won't be able to miss it. There are several people in the area. Would you like me to lead you there, sir?"

"No thanks. I think I can find it," Willie said. "Thank you, slave girl."

"You're welcome, sir," the slave said. Willie passed by her, following her instructions and she returned to her feet and continued about her duties.

Willie turned into the hallway that led to processing and immediately saw what the slave girl had meant. Waiting outside the double doors to the processing are were several of the mercenaries and many naked slaves. Willie stopped and made conversation with the other mercenaries while the group in the hallway finished processing. He told the girls to sit and be quiet while they waited. The girls obeyed without a word. After an hour or so, the new group was finished with processing and Willie led the girls into the first room.

He untethered the girls and took off the collars they were wearing, as they would only get in the way during processing. He told the girls he would meet them after they were finished. The girls were being shown into two of the shaving chairs as Willie turned and left the room.

The girls were taken through the processing process and, if it was possible, the horror they felt in this place had just doubled. It wasn't bad enough that they had their heads shaved, but strange naked women had also shaved off their pubic hair as well. Then to add to their humiliation, they were tattooed with a number, just like the other slave girls they'd seen in the halls before. The only difference was that the number the girls wore was black and all the numbers they'd seen to this point had been red. They were sure that meant something, and were even more sure that it meant something bad. In the hallways beyond, their piercings were removed and they were inspected by two more naked women who wrote notes about them on a clipboard. The shower was nice, though, but far too short to wash to unclean feelings off the girls. Each of them could still taste the men in their mouths and feel the soreness from where the men had been inside them. The short shower would do nothing to wash that away.

The girls were shown out of the door and into another room. Willie was waiting there for them with the collars and tethers. He strapped the collars back on the girls' neck and reattached the tethers to the collars. Without a single word, he led the girls out of the room and back upstairs. Each girl was now shaved smooth and sported three new tattoos. They were now true slaves of the Collectors.

Back upstairs, the hallways and atrium had filled with men. Several groups had formed and the men were talking about a variety of subjects. Willie immediately greeted the nearest group and began showing the girls around like trophies. The girls were taken from Willie and passed about from man to man and, as much as they tried to prevent it, were groped and fondled repeatedly. Many comments were made about what the men would like to do to the girls and what they'd like to have the girls do to them. In almost no time, the rumor had made the round that the two girls were sisters, and instantly the men began planning what each of them could do to one another as well. The girls had never felt so humiliated before in their lives.

Unfortunately for them, things would get a lot worse before they got any better. After what seemed like an eternity of this treatment, the girls were finally taken again by Willie and led back to his room. The other three men were there again. They were drinking beers and watching a game on the television. The three men whistled lewdly as the freshly shaven and tattooed girls were brought into the room.

Willie informed the other three guys that he was going with them to the cafeteria to get something to eat. The other three guys said they hadn't eaten yet and would join him. The television was turned off and all four men left the room together. The girls were once again left alone in their cages to ponder their impending fates.

"Did you see how many of them there were?" the older sister asked.

"Did you hear what they wanted us to do to each other and to them?" the younger girl asked back.

The feeling of dread settled over the both of them like a pall. They knew this was going to be a long, long day.

Eight work slaves led the lines of women, minus the two that Josephine Hancock had ordered held aside, back to the dorms. At a few minutes after three in the afternoon, the slaves were being released from the chains and returned to their housing in the cells. The work slaves finished at a few minutes before four, so they decided to have some fun with the girl hung on the frame before they had to bring the next group in for their training. They tortured the girl relentlessly for about five minutes before she finally passed out. There was some question as to whether or not the girl was actually dead. It was common knowledge that part of her torture was no food and no water. The work slaves figured that, after three days, she was probably only hanging on by a thread.

The work slaves moved into the dorms housing the new groups of slaves. As soon as the work slaves began opening their cell doors, the slaves inside began complaining about one thing or another and started making threats about what they would do when they were released form this prison in which they'd been unlawfully held. This behavior was, of course, expected and the work slaves were prepared to deal with it. They'd been given permission to use the prods liberally on this group of slaves and to do nearly anything necessary to shut them up. Therefore, the more the slaves complained as they were being lined up and put into the chains, the more the work slaves used their cattle prods. Eventually, the slaves did get the point and began to slowly shut up and let the work slaves work in silence. Of course, by the time that happened, the vast majority of the slaves in the lines had multiple blisters on their bodies from the prods. Many of the women were in tears, but they still made the attempt at being defiant. The slaves in the lines didn't want to move when the work slave at the front of the line tugged on the leash. This only happened in the female lines of course. So, the work slaves began applying the cattle prods to their bodies again in an effort to motivate the women into moving.

Finally, they got the lines of slaves moving forward and led them up to the first floor and into the rooms the previous lines had been led. There were only three lines this time, and each was partially empty. Because the number two dormitory was only partially filled by the day one recruits, twenty-four women from the day two recruits were placed into dormitory number two to fill it out. That left twenty-eight women and forty men to be housed in dormitory three. So, the work slaves, in order to keep the men and women separated and not to have to take the extra time to create one line out of two dorms of women, were instructed to just make three lines and the afternoon training would be done in smaller classes than the morning training was done.

Thus, the lines were led into three of the training rooms. Josephine Hancock was also running one of the afternoon training sessions. She had, unfortunately, been chosen to train the men in this group. She knew at once that they were going to be a bother. They were going to underestimate her and not take her instructions seriously. Four mercenaries had been ordered to oversee her training course, just in case the men became too belligerent or abusive. Josephine had been given instructions to eliminate the entire group if they wouldn't take her instructions. The Estate needed women more than men anyway, and they could always find more easily manageable men to fill the empty slots.

The men were led into the room and told to move against the walls, just as the women had been told to do earlier that morning. The work slaves removed the mens' collars and coiled the chain and took places along with the mercenaries off to one side of the room.

Almost as soon as their collars were removed and the men realized the woman was in charge, they instantly tried to assert their control over the situation. They refused to stand against the walls, they refused to keep their palms against the walls as instructed, they threatened her and warned that they would bring legal action against her and this facility as soon as they were released from here Josephine tried to handle the situation to the best of her abilities, and she was usually quite good at handling situations like this, but this group with their attitude was not leaving her much leeway with which to work.

She struck four of the men with her crop, hitting them all squarely in their penises, and then she ordered them all back against the walls and to maintain their positions. Unfortunately, her actions only served to inflame the men even more. It was like they didn't even notice the four armed men in the room, but instead focused all their attention on the woman in charge of the room. Josephine imagined that none of the men thought they would be shot anyway, despite what that other blonde bitch had done on the yacht.

Josephine Hancock had taken enough. These men were trying to railroad her and were almost completely out of control. She motioned to the mercenaries and pointed to the four men closest to her. As one, the mercenaries raised their weapons and shot the four men where they stood. All of them fell to the floor, each with his mouth still open in silent protest.

"Now, unless the rest of you want to..." Josephine began, but suddenly the room erupted. The men charged past her in an attempt to overpower the men with the weapons. The apparent logic was that, if they could get the weapons, they could try to force their way out of this place. Their logic, they soon found out, was flawed and things went badly quickly.

By the time the entire fiasco was over, all the men were dead and not one mercenary, not one work slave, nor Josephine had even been touched by the rebelling men. The mercenaries had switched their weapons to automatic firing and had opened fire into the crowd of men. As soon as the men had pushed past her, Josephine had hit the floor, knowing fully well what was about to transpire. The mercenaries had systematically swept the angry mob with bullets and in seconds they were all dead on the floor. As soon as the last shot had been fired, one of the work slaves fled the room to fetch Jonathan Clark from his office. Jonathan was not instructing an afternoon group; he had four shipments to oversee that had all been scheduled in the same hour.

Josephine Hancock was livid! She picked herself up off the floor immediately and stalked to her desk, slamming the riding crop down on the desk with an echoing crack. She rarely ever lost her cool. All of her voice intonations were carefully planned for maximum effect and no matter what, she rarely allowed herself to truly get angry. However, right now, she was really, truly angry. She wasn't angry that the men had so little respect for her. She knew they weren't going to respect her before she'd even seen them. She wasn't even angry that the men had been killed. She could care less about the jumbled, bloody mess of penises on the floor. What made her so mad was the fact that this was going to make her look badly and could possibly harm her reputation among the members. Reputation counted for a lot among the Collectors, and to have one's reputations damaged could cost that person some amount of credibility in the eyes of the others.

Jonathan Clark burst suddenly into the room. At once, all the mercenaries leveled their weapons on him, but immediately lowered them when they saw who he was.

"Josephine!" he said breathlessly. "Are you okay?"

"No!" she shouted. Jonathan almost took a step back. He'd never seen her so angry before. "Those stupid sons of bitches gave me no choice, Jonathan. I want that to be made perfectly clear. They gave me no choice. They tried to attack these men here and we were left with no alternative but to kill them all."

"I know," he said, trying to calm her. "It's no big deal. We knew they weren't going to last anyway. Don't worry about it."

This could hurt my reputation here, Jonathan," Josephine said, slamming her fist on the table. "I could become known as someone who couldn't keep her slaves in order. If that's what happens, I'm finished here. No one will respect me here again."

"That's not going to happen, Jo," Jonathan said in a calm, comforting voice. "No one here is going to fault you for this. Trust me. If they try, I will set the record straight. You cannot lose your standing here unless I approve it anyway. So, settle down. It'll all be fine." He motioned to two of the work slaves in the room. "Why don't you go up to your room and relax for awhile? We'll get this mess cleaned up and everything will be back to normal in the morning."

The two work slaves moved to escort Josephine to her room. She pushed her hair back from her face and looked from Jonathan to the pile of bodies on the floor.

"Maybe you're right," she said. "I could probably use the rest anyway." She looked back at him. "Are you sure nothing's going to come of this?"

"Nothing at all," he replied with a smile. "I promise you'll be fine."

"Thank you," she said and left the room with her work slave escorts.

Jonathan turned to the work slave that had fetched him. He said in his efficient, in control voice, "Get a clean up detail down here. Let's get these bodies out of her and get this room cleaned before any of these stains set in." The work slave immediately darted from the room.

Jonathan Clark then turned to the mercenaries and said, "You guys are dismissed. Go ahead and get ready for the pick-ups tomorrow. You guys are going to be busy, I think."

The mercenaries all left the room to rejoin their unit. Two more recruiting missions were beginning tomorrow. The unit to which these mercenaries were assigned were in charge of one of the pick-ups and the unit that the sister slaves had been loaned was in charge of the other.

The remainder of the training classes went off as planned and without any further losses. It seemed the women were more eager to accept their places than the men were. Especially after they learned how badly a willow cane or a leather riding crop across their breasts and faces could hurt. The attitudes of the women of this group seemed to undergo a noticeable change once their training session was finished. Perhaps the gravity of their situation had begun to truly dawn on them finally.

Four hours later, the women were again placed into the collar chain and taken by the work slaves back to their cells. They did not complain, they did not fight, and this time they did exactly as they were told to do.

A few moments after the vicious work slaves had taken the new lines of slaves away, the girl on the frame was awakened again. This time it was not by any sound or painful sensation, but by a smell. A group of four naked female slaves were wheeling in covered carts, but Jeri could smell the food in the carts.

She tried to say 'please feed me,' but all that came out of her mouth was a cracked grunting sound. The slaves didn't even hear her. Or if they did, they chose to ignore her.

The slave girls wheeled the food carts into the dormitories and called for the pans to be offered. Many pans appeared under slots in the doors, including some pans belonging to a few of the vegetarian girls that had refused to eat this morning. They weren't stupid. They knew if they refused to eat again, the slaves would just take the food away again and they'd get nothing. Still, most of the vegetarian slaves again refused to eat. Their pans were left empty again and the female slaves wheeled the carts away, leaving them to smell the food the others were eating.

The slaves again wheeled the carts into the entry room and past the girl hung on the frame. All she could do was watch the food go by and hang there helplessly. In the meantime, many of the girls in the dorms enjoyed their roast X-class, along with mashed potatoes and X-class gravy, and whole kernel corn.

The sisters didn't know how long it had been since they'd been locked in their cages when they heard the men coming down the hallway, but they figured it probably been a couple of hours at least. The girls had looked over their new bodies, each noting their new tattoos and sudden lack of hair. It was disconcerting and belittling enough to be locked in a dog cage naked and collared like a domesticated animal, but to add to that the outright humiliation of being shaved, head, eyebrows and pussy, by a strange woman, and then tattooed with a number that would, very likely, be their only source of identification from now on was completely demeaning. Each of the girls felt like they'd stepped completely out of reality.

Then they heard the men coming and reality came screaming back at them and slapped them in the face. A key in the lock told them that the men were likely coming for them and the girls knew very well what was going to happen to them next. They'd seen all the men; they'd even been groped and fondled by the majority of them. There were no illusions in either girl's mind about what they'd be doing for the rest of the night.

The door opened and in stepped the man that had been wearing khaki pants the night before; the one that had taken such delight in raping the younger girls' ass and then making her sister lick the cum and blood out of her butt hole. The girls shrank away from him as he approached the cages.

"Come on, kids," he said opening the cage doors. "It's time for you to be introduced to the fellas." He reached into the cages and took each girl by the collar and dragged them out of the cages and onto their bellies on the floor. He held the two down while he snapped tethers onto each of their collars. He held the free ends of the tethers in his hand, stood up and moved to the cabinet next to the entertainment stand. From it, he retrieved a thin, supple bamboo cane.

He struck both girls across the backs of their thighs, and snapped at them to get up. The cane stung like hell and the girls could barely get off the floor fast enough. As soon as they were on their feet, the man was leading them out of the room and down the hallway to the common area. The room was empty and the girls were left wondering where all the men were.

The man led them across the common are and down a hallway the girls had never been before. They passed several people along the way, both slaves and masters. Anytime they passed a slave in the hallway, the slaves would lower their eyes and give the man escorting the two girls wide berth.

Shortly, the girls began to hear voices, a lot of them. They were faint at first, but as the girls were drawn farther down the hallway, they got louder and louder. The man leading the girls suddenly stopped at a door just like many of the other doors along this hallway. It was on the other side of this door that all the voices were originating. The man opened the door and pulled the girls into the room behind him. Immediately all conversation stopped and seventy-nine pairs of eyes turned to regard the helpless, young pieces of flesh that were theirs for the rest of the evening. The man shut the door behind the girls, and with the sound of the latch settling into the recess in the strike-plate, the girls both knew their fates were sealed.

They each had about three seconds to look around the room before the man holding their tethers pushed them forward into the crowd of men. They were in a very large room, the only exit to which was the door through which they'd just been forced. Against the nearest wall, four long tables had been set up and were covered in food, beer, snacks and water. In the center of the room were four pieces of bondage apparatus: A stocks, an X-frame, a padded wooden bench, and a suspension harness hung from the ceiling. Along one of the walls were fastened several wrist and ankle shackles, presumably to hold slaves in place while other slaves were fitted into the furniture and used. And against another wall of the room were cabinets holding numerous implements of bondage and torture. The girls couldn't even identify all of them, there were so many.

Of course, three seconds later a firm hand on their backs pushed them into the room and into the hands of the nearest two men. The room went wild and the girls were lifted from their feet and each hoisted into a different bondage apparatus. The older girl was fitted into the stocks by two of the men while the younger girl was fastened into the padded bench. Once locked in the stocks, the older girl's pussy and ass were exposed to whoever wished to use them and she was totally helpless to prevent anything from happening to her. The base of the stocks looked like an H, with attachment points for ankle shackles at the height of each leg of the H. Before she knew it, her ankles were in leather ankle restraints and those restraints were being connected to the base of the stocks. Now, she couldn't close her legs even if she wanted to. She was totally at the mercy of these men.

Her sister wasn't doing much better. She'd been forced face-down onto the bench apparatus. The top, where she laid on her belly, was heavily padded and actually quite comfortable. Her knees fit onto two smaller padded surface to support her weight better. On each leg of the bench were attachment points for cuffs or restraints. The men were only too accommodating with the use of restraints. Soon, the younger sister's wrists and ankles were securely locked into leather restraints and fixed to the legs of the bench. Now, her ass, pussy and mouth were all at waist level for easy access, and her back, ass, thighs, arms, and feet were all exposed for the most sadistic and twisted of their intentions.

Before the older sister could even register what was happening, a man was behind her, pushing his hardened cock into her pussy. She cried out and tears sprang to her eyes as he penetrated her dry pussy. Two men stood on either side of the girl and beat her back and shoulders mercilessly while the man behind her continued to rape her pussy. The younger sister found herself in a similar situation as well. Two men, one in front and one behind were unfastening their pants while two others had approached from the side, each holding wicked-looking bamboo canes. While one man forced his penis into the girl's unwilling mouth, the man behind her began raping her young, dry pussy. The pain was extravagant until her pussy started working up its own lubrication, but that pain was nothing compared to the canes. The two men with canes immediately began abusing her exposed back and shoulders, swinging the canes viciously, each swing ending in a pronounced cracking sound against her soft, pale, young flesh.

In short order, the older sister was screaming and begging the men to stop. The younger sister was screaming as well, but the large cock in her mouth kept her mostly silent. The man brutally using her mouth didn't care as long as she didn't bite down. The screaming actually made the girl's mouth vibrate around his cock, adding to the experience. When the man raping the older sister's pussy was finished, another man immediately took his place. The new man's hard cock slipped right into her pussy with ease, but by now her pussy was lubricated with the previous man's cum and her own juice. The men raping the younger sister shot their loads into her mouth and pussy and four more men removed her from the bench so they could strap her into the suspension harness.

The harness was designed so the girl's wrists were restrained behind her back while her legs were spread and lifted, granting easy access between them. The harness, like the bench, hung at waist-level so a girl's mouth, ass and pussy were all easily accessible. As soon as the girl was strapped into the harness, the two men that had previously been caning her pushed their cocks into her mouth and pussy. Another man brutally beat her small, pert tits with one of the canes the men had dropped when pulling the girl off the bench. Soon, her sweet, pretty tits were covered in bright red, swollen welts from the wicked caning and she was swallowing another load of semen.

As soon as the cock was removed from her mouth, another one went in. This one was large, though. Looking up, she saw it was the larger black man from the night before. He was pushing his huge cock into her mouth and smiling down at her as he watched it slip between her stretched lips. The tip of his huge dick hit the back of her throat, making her gag suddenly. That didn't stop him, though. He kept pushing it into her, and soon her throat opened for him and he was able to shove his cock all the way down her throat so his big black balls rested against her nose. He knew the girl couldn't breathe while his cock was in her throat so he left it there while she gagged and tried to desperately gasp for air. While she was being suffocated by the huge cock in her mouth, the man raping her pussy finished inside her and the other black man from the previous night moved between her legs. The man rubbed his giant cock in the combination of cum, blood and pussy juice that was dribbling down the girls asshole, lubricating it effectively. The man shoved his black cock hard against the girls asshole and in it went, all in one stroke, right to the black hair. His balls slapped satisfyingly against her as the entire length of the monster disappeared into her tight, tiny asshole. The girl felt like she'd just been spitted and tried to scream out, but the cock in her throat kept her quiet. She still couldn't breathe and wanted to throw up, but the pain in her poor tight ass now took precedence over all other sensations.

The older sister had been pulled out of the stocks and pulled to the floor. She was forced to squat down on a man's penis, facing away from him. She saw two more men moving over her, each man's cock was hard and throbbing, seemingly eager to get inside her young body. The man on which she been made to squat pulled his cock out of her pussy. It was now coated in a slippery layer of pussy juice and cum. He forced her back down on his cock, but this time he slid it up her ass. She screamed out and tried to get herself off the huge member invading her rectum, but she was held fast. In short order, she was being pushed backward by another of the men and his cock was sliding into her pussy. She was now being double penetrated by two cocks at once. She'd never felt so fille din her life, or so much pain from the cock in her ass. It wasn't over, though. The third man grabbed her by the collar and pulled her mouth to his cock, too. Now she was being triple penetrated and all of her orifices were filled with man-meat. The man holding her head was using her mouth as a masturbation device, pumping her head up and down on his cock while the other two men roughly slammed their cocks in and out of her painfully.

The two black men were now both pounding their huge cocks in either end of the younger girl. The man working her mouth would pull his cock the entire length out of her mouth and she would gasp a quick breath before he shoved the length of it back down her throat again. She didn't have time to think about choking or gagging, because if she wasted time on that, she would lose her chance to breathe. All the while, she had to continue to try and ignore the pain ripping through her bowels as the other huge black cock tore through her like a battering ram.

So it went for the girls for the next several hours. After every man had a turn with one or the other of them, they were chained to a all and given water and a few scraps of food, just to give them the energy to keep going through another round with all the guys. Before it was all over, each girl was bleeding from her ass and pussy, their entire body, almost from head to toe were covered in welts from caning, flogging, and other forms of torture. The older girl had swallowed so much cum that she'd thrown up once after one of the men came down her throat. It didn't matter to the men. Her head was pushed into the pool of her own cum-filled vomit and the men continued to batter away at her pussy and ass.

By midnight, eight hours later, neither girl could stand. They had been so brutalized by the rapes and the beatings that they were too exhausted to even resist or move. If a cock appeared in front of one of their faces, they just opened their mouths and took it down their throats. If one of the girls was strapped into one of the apparatuses, she would use it to support herself as the man or men that had strapped her into the device took his pleasure of her.

The worst thing about the entire night were the things the men would have the sisters do to one another. They all stood around as the two sisters, on their hands and knees with a double-headed dildo in both their pussies and their anuses, moved back and forth rhythmically fucking one another for the amusement of the men. The sister were made to suck each others' tits and eat each others' pussies and asses while the men jeered and cheered. The whole thing was intensely degrading for the sisters, who had never imagined they could ever do such things to one another.

By two in the morning, the party wound down. The men had to be awake to catch a flight at ten, so they dispersed to go to their rooms and their beds. The girls were literally dragged by a man holding their collars from the larger torture chamber to their cages. The man shoved the two vomit, blood, and cum-covered girls into the cages and locked them in for the night. Each girl curled into as tiny a ball as they could and tried to ignore the pain throbbing from inside and outside of their bodies. All they wanted to do was sleep. If they lived through the night, the would consider waking in the morning a moral victory.

The mercenaries were all soon fast asleep, content with their reward and thoroughly satisfied from their uses of the two girls. The girls eventually feel into a fitful sleep that was interrupted by occasional cramps in their bowels or from the throbbing of the many welts adorning their pale skin.

Tomorrow had to be better than today , the older girl hoped. If it's not, then just let them kill us.

Josephine bade farewell to the slaves that had escorted here to her rooms. She turned from the door and was delighted to see the two naked slaves from her training this morning chained to the tethering bar she had installed in the floor of her sitting room.

"Hello, girls," Josephine said, entering the sitting room.

"Hello, Miss Hancock," the two naked girls said in unison. They were both kneeling on the floor in the proper kneeling position she'd shown them this morning. Their knees were spread just wide enough, their backs were straight, and their eyes were downcast, except when she spoke to them, and then they looked directly at her when responding.

Josephine crossed to a small liquor cabinet she'd set up in here so she could have a drink while she relaxed. She poured herself a glass of wine and placed the glass on a small table next to her favorite chair. She returned to the door and took a small key off a hook next to the door. She returned to the sitting room and used the key to open the locks on the ankle chains holding the girls to the tethering bar. Josephine took the ankle chains in her hand and started into the next room.

"Crawl and follow," she said without looking back to see if the girls obeyed. The two slaves immediately dropped to their hands and knees and followed Miss Hancock into the next room, crawling as they'd been taught to do earlier that morning.

Josephine had entered a stately-looking living room. She moved to a cabinet against one wall. Opening the cabinet revealed a plethora of bondage equipment and devices for spanking and torture. She selected a few items from the cabinet and then turned to the girl, who were obediently waiting on their hands and knees just a couple of feet behind Josephine. She buckled leather collars on each of their necks then had them stand and offer to her each of their limbs so she could strap locking leather restraints on their ankles and wrists without having to kneel in front of them to do so. Kneeling was for slaves, not for Josephine.

Josephine took a couple of more items from the cabinet, including a long, black strap-on dildo in a black leather harness and a leather riding crop similar to the one she'd had in the training room earlier today. The girls had not been told to kneel again, so they were standing where Josephine had left them. She closed the cabinet and began to leave the room. As she moved past the two girls, she said again, "Crawl and follow."

Josephine re-entered that sitting room and sat in her favorite chair. She took a sip of the glass of wine as the two girls crawled to their places before her. Josephine placed her wine glass back on the table and regarded the girls momentarily.

"Number one hundred ten, footstool," Josephine ordered. It took the tall slave with the dragon tattoos on her thighs a second to realize that Josephine had indicated her, but by number. The slave dropped to her hands and knees again, turned sideways and moved closer to Josephine, making sure to keep her back completely flat and her head down. Josephine snapped her riding crop down swiftly across the slave's shoulder blades. The slave quickly sucked in a deep breath between her teeth, but said nothing and did not break her position.

"Remember your number next time, one-ten," Josephine said in an annoyed tone.

"Yes, Miss Hancock," the slave said, but did not look at her. A footstool did not regard its Mistress, even when spoken to.

Josephine propped her feet on number one hundred ten's back and took another sip from her wine glass. She looked at the other slave and said, "Seventy-eight. Take off my boots."

The other girl nervously moved forward on her knees. She had not been taught how to remove boots and didn't know if there was a special trick to it or not.

She looked to Josephine and said, "Yes, Miss Hancock." Then added nervously, "But I have not been taught to remove your boots. Are there special instructions?"

Josephine was impressed. Maybe the chubby little slut had learned something from her already. She said to the girl, "Untie and loosen the laces, and then pull them off my feet."

"Yes, Miss Hancock," the chubby girl said. She reached out and began untying the laces of Josephine's right boot, she loosened the laces and slid the boot easily off of Josephine's foot. Josephine was again impressed. The girl had loosened the laces enough so the boot slipped right off. The girl repeated the process with the left boot, placing each boot upright on the floor beside her.

"Take the boots in your teeth and crawl to my closet," Josephine ordered. "It is through this door." She indicated the door through which they'd gone to get to the living room. "Once in the living room, go through the archway on the right-hand side of the room into my bedroom. The closet door is on the right wall of the bedroom. Leave the boots outside the door." She raised the girl's chin so she was looking her directly in the eyes. "Be gentle with my boots. Do not leave teeth marks on the leather and wipe your spit off of them before you return here."

"Yes, Miss Hancock," the girl said nervously looking into her Mistress' eyes. Josephine removed her toe from the girl's chin and the girl immediately took the boots in her teeth gently and crawled out of the room.

Josephine placed the toes of her right foot under the nose of the slave serving as her footstool. "Clean my toes," she said to the slave.

Without hesitation, the slave began to lick and suck at Josephine's toes, moving her tongue between each toe and underneath to ensure a thorough job was done. Josephine sipped at her wine while the slave sucked at her toes. Once the girl had finished, Josephine order her to turn around so she could clean the toes of her other foot with Josephine having to awkwardly stretch her left foot over to the slave's mouth. As the footstool was cleaning the toes of Josephine's left foot, the slave returned, crawling, from her duties with the boots.

"Come here, seventy-eight," Josephine ordered and indicated a place on the floor directly below the right armrest of the chair in which Josephine sat. the girl crawled to the spot that was indicated an knelt.

Josephine took one of the chubby girl's large breasts in her hands and began to fondle it. The slave shook somewhat at being fondled thus, but remembered that she should be pleasing in order not to get into trouble. She knelt still as the woman fondled and caressed her breast, then rolled and pinched the nipple slightly before moving her hand absently to the other breast and playing with it as well.

The footstool had finished her cleaning of Josephine's toes and Josephine had returned both of her feet to the girl's back. She sat, relaxed in her plush red leather chair, her feet propped on one slave and her right hand caressing another slave's large tits while she sipped her glass of wine slowly. This was just what she needed to relax. Some good, quality time with a couple of girls. Just the feel of the chubby slut's large, soft tits in her hand was making her hot. She was going to enjoy teaching this girl how to satisfy her. This sweet, shy, plump little cunt was probably going to be one of her favorite playthings.

Josephine placed her half-empty glass on the small table again and stood up. "One-ten, Take off my skirt," she commanded. The slave that had been serving as her footstool rose to her knees and unzipped Miss Hancock's skirt. Miss Hancock did not turn around, so the slave had to reach around her hips, her hands sliding over the soft leather of the skirt and Josephine's firm ass, to find the zipper of the skirt. The slave found the zipper and noticed quietly to herself that, as her hands had slid over Miss Hancock's ass, her breathing had become a little heavier. The slave slid the zipper down and then pulled the skirt off Miss Hancock's hips and down to her ankles. She was bare underneath and the removal of the skirt showed the naked slave on the floor in front of Josephine's hips the well-trimmed mons of Miss Hancock. Josephine insisted her slaves be totally shaved, but she like to leave a small strip of hair, trimmed quite short of course, just above her slit so that when a girl was going down on her the hair would tickle her nose and remind the usually-heterosexual girls she chose that they were, in fact, eating a woman's pussy.

Josephine stepped out of the skirt and the slave girl moved it to one side, leaving it on the floor near the chair. She looked down into the eyes of the slave at her feet and thought she saw that look in the slave's eyes again. What was it? She thought it was lust, but she wasn't completely sure. Josephine turned around and told the slave to stand and remove her shirt as well. The slave stood and, perhaps accidentally, rubbed her smallish breasts against Josephine's ass as she gained her feet. Josephine's breath caught slightly, but hopefully not enough for the slaves to notice.

The slave reached around Josephine, who had intentionally turned around so the buttons of her shirt would be on the opposite side from the slaves, and reached for the first of the buttons. As she slid her hands around Josephine's chest, the slave cupped her breasts slightly and then released them before taking the button in her fingers and opening it. The slave was flirting with her! Josephine was suddenly ver aware that the gentle, accidental touches from the slave were not accidents at all, but deliberate caresses designed to arouse Josephine. She had to admit she liked it, though. Soon, the slave had unbuttoned the shirt and slipped it off of Josephine's shoulders, placing it on the floor with the skirt.

"Seventy-eight. Take the skirt and shirt to my room," Josephine commanded as she turned back around and sat down again. "Leave them on the bed and return here."

"Yes, Miss Hancock," the chubby girl said. She again dropped to her hands and knees, took the shirt and skirt in her teeth and disappeared from the room.

"On your knees," Josephine said to the tall woman standing before her. As the woman dropped to her knees in front of Josephine obediently, Josephine swung her right leg over the right armrest of the chair, partially exposing her slit to the slave in front of her. She caught the slave glancing quickly to admire the slit in front of her. Josephine smiled inwardly. She thought she knew what the look in the slave's eyes was now.

Josephine leaned forward and took the slave by the ring at the front of her collar. She pulled the slave's face to hers and kissed her. She slipped her tongue past the woman's lips and the two women's tongues played together for a long moment. Josephine kept kissing the slave even after the other slave returned from the bedroom. Josephine watched as the other slave crawled into the room. She saw Josephine locked in a very passionate kiss with the slave on the floor in front of her. The girl looked slightly stunned for a moment, but crawled into the room and took her former place alongside the chair.

Josephine relaxed back into her chair. She moved her left leg up to the left armrest and pulled the dragon-tattooed slave's face down between her legs. The slave began to lick at Josephine's labia at once, but was definitely teasing Josephine, too, rather than just going straight to the clit and providing her with the orgasm most slaves assume they are there to provide. She released the slave's collar, allowing her to do her work. She moaned and reached out with her right hand and took the other slave by the collar and pulled her to her face as well. Josephine kissed the startled girl, who was very obviously shocked and had likely never even though about kissing a woman, let along actually doing it. After a second or two, though, the girl seemed to relax and let it happen, letting Josephine's tongue intertwine with hers.

The girl was fast finding herself being turned on by the situation in which she found herself. She'd never, ever done any of this before. In fact, she'd never even considered sex with a woman before. Well, that wasn't entirely true, now was it? She'd found herself wondering what it would be like to be noticed by some of the older, more experienced women at work. She often wondered what it would be like if the woman sitting next to her on the plane or the bus had turned to her and suddenly kissed her. Now she was experiencing her fantasies in a situation and setting which, by all accounts, should have scared the hell out of her, but instead she found herself more at ease with the idea of a woman kissing her than she'd ever been before. Perhaps it was because she felt she had no choice in the matter, or that she wanted to be pleasing in order to survive, but that didn't seem to be the case. Not really, anyway. She liked what was being done to her. She's always been shy and repressed and her family was always so closed about sex and sexuality. She was fat and she knew it, and was ashamed of her body, especially that big birthmark on her pubic area. She hated that thing, but didn't want to go through the embarrassment or expense of having it removed. She was willing to give herself to this woman for whatever the woman wanted her to do. She was willing and she would enjoy it as it happened.

Josephine pulled her mouth away from the chubby slut's mouth and noticed the girl's eyes were still half-closed and her mouth was partly open. The lust was obvious on the girl's face. Se didn't want Josephine to stop kissing her. She wanted more and would do whatever it took to get it. Josephine pulled the girl's face to her breast and brushed the girl's lips with her right nipple. The girl opened her mouth immediately and took the hard knot of skin and tissue into her mouth. She sucked Josephine's nipple and licked it with her tongue and kissed it softly. Josephine moaned in heightened pleasure as one girl licked playfully at her pussy while the other lovingly caressed her nipple. She was in heaven. She loved being serviced this way.

The girl between her legs slid a finger into Josephine's dripping pussy. She wasn't sure if this was allowed or not, but Miss Hancock was in such a state, the girl doubted she would mind. As she slid her finger into Miss Hancock's pussy, the woman groaned loudly and spread her legs wider, opening herself for the slave's penetration. Now the slave started sucking on Miss Hancock's clit and fingering her wet pussy at the same time. As she did, Miss Hancock writhed in the chair. She clutched at the back of the tall slave's head with her empty hand, trying to push the slave harder against her pussy.

Josephine again pulled the girl at her nipple to her mouth and kissed her deeply. The girl moaned into her mouth and moved her hand to Josephine's nipple, caressing it as they kissed. The girl between Miss Hancock's legs was driving her wild, but the slave kissing her now knew she also had a part in her arousal. Her desire to please Miss Hancock drove her further, and the girl wanted to do as much as possible to please her. So, when Miss Hancock had pulled her back to her lips, she kissed her as well as she knew how and reached up to fondled her untended breast.

Josephine orgasmed hard under the ministrations of the two slaves. She moaned into the mouth of the slave kissing her as the one between her legs drove her over the brink of orgasm. She pulled the girl from between her legs to her face using the girl's collar. She kissed the girl deeply, releasing the other girl's mouth from hers and forcefully kissing the mouth of the girl that had been servicing her pussy. She could taste her pussy in the girl's mouth and smell her juices on the girl's face. She didn't care. She liked the taste and smell of pussy, her's most of all. Josephine finished kissing the girl that had been doing such a lovely job of eating her pussy and turned to the other girl, the chubby slut with the nice, fat tits.

"Would you like to learn to eat pussy, seventy-eight?" Josephine asked, looking into the girl's eyes.

"Yes, Miss Hancock," the girl said quietly, and then added, even more quietly, "Please."

"Certainly," Miss Hancock said, and then, turning to the other girl, said in her commanding voice. "You. One the floor on your back."

"Yes, Miss Hancock," the tall girl said. She slid off of Josephine's lap and down to the floor, lying on her back, her legs spread and knees bent in anticipation of what was to come next.

"Seventy-eight," Miss Hancock said. "You may join one-ten on the floor and you may begin eating her pussy. She is going to instruct you to show you some techniques, so listen to her and do as she says. If she is not pleased with your performance, then I always have this." She picked up the riding crop from where she leaned it against the small table near her chair. She stroked the girl's cheek with the leather tip of the crop.

"Yes, Miss Hancock," the plump girl said shyly. "I will do my best."

"See that you do," Josephine said and released the girl's collar.

The girl slipped to the floor and crawled between the other girl's tattooed thighs. Unsure of what to do first, she gently kissed the girls bare mons. The girl moaned quietly and told her that was a good way to start. The slave smiled and kissed the insides of the tattooed girl's thighs, starting a few inches above the apex of the thigh and kissing downward to the girl's labia, and then moving to the other thigh and repeating the process. The girl moaned and squirmed under the gentle kisses. The plump girl began kissing the tattooed girl's labia and mons and circling her labia with her tongue. The tattooed girl moaned again, this time more deeply in her throat. The plump girl began to lap at her slit like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk. The tattooed girl stopped her and told her that was not a good action. She told her to instead press her mouth to her labia and use her tongue to feel for the nub of the clit. The plump girl did as she was told; the tattooed slave had quite a large clit, so it was east for the other girl to find it with her tongue. The tattooed girl told her she was in the right spot now, and then told her to continue licking the clit, but also to suck on it lightly and nibble it gently. The plump girl complied quickly and began alternating between licking the tattooed girl's clit and sucking it. Soon enough, the tattooed girl's hips were bucking and she was moaning and had her hands on the back of the plump girl's head, trying to force her clit harder against the girl's tongue. In just a few moments the tattooed girl threw her head back in orgasm and moaned loudly, bucking her hips against the plump girl's face. The plump girl's face was becoming covered in pussy juice from the tattooed girl's wild bucking. After the tattooed girl calmed somewhat, she sat up and licked all of her juices off the plump girl's face, knowing fully that she had just coated the girl's mouth and nose in sticky pussy cum.

"How was she?" Josephine asked the tattooed girl.

"You should keep her, Miss Hancock," the tattooed girl said. "I think she's a natural."

The plump girl blushed furiously and lowered her eyes to the floor. The tattooed girl lifted the plump girl's face in her hands and kissed her deeply. Both girls smiled as they finished kissing. The plump girl felt really good to know she was good at this. She'd always wondered if her fantasies would come true, and now that they had, she was happy that she'd performed up to standards for the girl she was pleasing.

"You think so, do you?" Josephine said with a raised eyebrow. "Let me see." She put her legs over the armrests of her chair again, indicating that the plump girl should come demonstrate her techniques on Josephine's pussy.

The plump girl crawled before Josephine's chair and knelt up so she could reach her mistress' pussy with her face. She began as she had with the tattooed girl and kissed Josephine's mound. Something about that action was very pleasant to Josephine. She'd have to make sure to have this girl include it in all her pussy eating sessions, of which there were certain to be many. The girl kissed Josephine's thighs and brought her mouth to her pussy, licking and kissing Josephine's labia lightly and gently before finally placing her lips against Josephine's slit and seeking out her mistress' clit with her tongue. Josephine was moving her hips in time with the girl's licking and sucking in no time. This girl was really good at this. Josephine wondered if she had some repressed bisexual fantasies that she'd never gotten to experience. Usually girls that had never eaten pussy before that were good at it were good because they'd visualized the activity many times before. In only a few moments, the girl's tongue and mouth had elicited an orgasm from Josephine.

Josephine was highly impressed. She'd met some good rookies in her days, but she couldn't remember many as good as this one.

"Are you a lesbian?" Josephine asked the plump girl.

The girl looked momentarily shocked. "No, Miss Hancock," she sputtered, somewhat aghast at the question.

"Have you ever eaten a woman's pussy before?" asked Josephine, pressing the girl despite her discomfort.

"No, Miss Hancock," the girl said and dropped her eyes to the floor.

"You look at me when I am speaking to you, slut," Josephine warned. The girl immediately returned her eyes to Josephine's. "You've had fantasies about having sex with women, though, haven't you?"

"Yes, Miss Hancock," the girl said quietly. She almost looked at the floor again, but caught herself and held her gaze steady. "Mostly with women I know from work or that I see on the bus."

"Ah. I see," said Miss Hancock. "And what do you fantasize about when you think of these women?"

The girl kept her eyes locked on Miss Hancock's despite her immediate desire to lower them, because of her embarrassment. She was still furiously blushing, but she was doing her best under the circumstances.

"I usually picture myself serving their needs, Miss Hancock," the girl began. "I am usually made to pleasure them. Sometimes I am taken by force against my will and other times the fantasies are softer and more loving."

"Which ones do you like the best?" Josephine asked, thinking she probably already knew the answer. "The forceful fantasies or the softer ones?"

If it was possible, the girl blushed even more and said, "The forceful ones, Miss Hancock. I enjoy the idea of being dominated and controlled by the women in my fantasies."

Josephine raised an eyebrow and said, "Do you now? And what about men? Do you have fantasies about being dominated and controlled by them as well?"

"No, Miss Hancock," she said, looking into her mistress' eyes. "I very rarely have fantasies about men, and usually when I do have them, they are not overly sexual ones."

"So, you find yourself more attracted to women, then, do you?" Josephine asked, settling back into her chair and smiling slightly.

"Yes, Miss Hancock," the girl said, still blushing. "I guess I do."

"Then I believe, at heart, you are probably a lesbian," Miss Hancock said plainly. "If women are the ones you feel most naturally attracted to and are the ones you fantasize the most about having sex, then you probably have lesbian tendencies. You might just not have known."

The girl was shocked. She couldn't speak. Could it be true? She asked herself. Could I really have been a lesbian the whole time? That would explain a lot.

Josephine smiled at the girl and said, "I've seen that look before. That's the look of a girl that's thinking, 'that would explain why I've felt like this.' It's true, though. You've probably never enjoyed sex with men very much and never really felt much of a connection with men. You've probably always been more at ease with girls and women, and your fantasies tell me that you've been more at ease thinking of women in a more dominating role."

The girl said nothing, but her jaw dropped open.

"You've probably been told all your life that you were going to meet a nice boy, get married and have kids," Josephine continued. "But you never really wanted that, did you? You wanted to meet a nice girl, be told what to do, and get treated like a slut."

When the girl could speak again, she said, "That's exactly it. How did you know?"

"Because I was that girl once," Josephine said. The girl was again visibly stunned.

Josephine turned to the tattooed slave still lying on the floor, but regarding the two other women and listening to the conversation.

"And what about you?" Josephine asked.

The girl moved from her lying position and knelt as a sign of respect to Josephine.

"I have been waiting my entire life for this exact thing to happen," she said. "I have always wanted to be kidnaped, turned into a slave and made to serve against my will."

"Really?" Josephine asked with interest. "Do go on."

"I've spent most of my life in BDSM communities both on the internet and offline, but none of the people I ever met were strict enough or serious enough or would truly take charge of me. I have always felt I was nothing more than a slave, but I never could find someone to being that out in me. I was just moving from one disappointing relationship to the next, and I never really ever felt satisfied by any of them."

Josephine raised her eyebrows. This was a surprise.

"When we were kidnaped from that convention, I was scared," the woman said. "I was scared until I realized that we were not being held for ransom, but were instead being taken as slaves. Until now, I'd only read stories about people that did this sort of thing, but I'd always wished it would happen to me so I could finally find a satisfying place for myself. As strange as it might sound, I think this could very well be that place."

Josephine leaned forward and looked the tattooed girl right in the yes and said, very seriously, "Then you had better be the most pleasing slave you can be, girl. To survive here, you have to be very good."

The slave gulped and said, "Yes, Miss Hancock. I do truly hope to be very good. I know that if I am not, then I will be killed for my failings." She looked away, then remembered her training and immediately looked back to Josephine. "I think that is what will make me an even better slave."

Josephine was a little awed. First, this was the first time she'd seen this girl look or sound shy. Second, she did not expect to meet anyone that actually wanted to be here. Josephine figured that taming every slave and making them quality servants for the Estate was going to be a constant fight, but here was a girl that actually wanted to be here. Even more amazing was the fact that she wasn't afraid to die, but rather would strive to be more pleasing to be a better slave. This seemed like a unique characteristic to Josephine, but she supposed more of them could feel this way. There was probably no way she'd ever know for sure. She'd never be able to sit down with al of them and talk to them on a one-to-one basis like she was speaking to these girls now. Still, it didn't really matter. The stand-outs would stand out, and the ones that couldn't deal with their places here would die. Life at the Estate was that simple.

That actually made Josephine feel a little better about what had happened earlier. She knew there was nothing that could have been done for those men. They were going to die here anyway, because they'd never allow themselves to be mad into slaves against their wills. They just died sooner than was expected. Maybe it was better that it was sooner rather than later. At least now it was over with and they could go about replacing the men they'd lost. She was still a little upset that it had to happen under her care. Regardless of what Jonathan Clark said, she felt there still might be some that viewed her inability to maintain order as a failure.

She regarded her slaves again. She was glad she'd gotten to know them a little better. It would not affect her decision if one of them had to be killed in the future, but did let her see them in a different light. She was also glad that she felt better about what had happened earlier. She knew that repercussions were unlikely to result from the situation, but she still hated to lose control like that. It didn't matter to her if she truly lost face in the eyes of the others; it mattered more to her that she'd lost control of that situation. Of course, there was no controlling that situation. That group of men wasn't going to allow it, no matter what. Josephine accepted it and decided it was time to move on with things. Now, it was time for her to fuck her sluts.

"Both of you. On your hand and knees with your asses facing away from me right now," Josephine commanded, standing. "Move forward a couple of feet as well, away from my chair." The girls at once did as they were told, instinctively feeling that talking time was over and it was time to get down to more serious business again.

The two slaves were on their hands and knees with their asses presented to Josephine as she stepped into the leather harness of that held her strap-on dildo. Once in the harness, she picked up her crop and moved to stand behind the two girls. She used the tip of the crop to massage that tattooed girl's asshole and slit, and as she did so, the girl moaned softly and lifted her ass higher for Josephine, exposing more of herself to the crop. Josephine slipped the tip of the crop into the tattooed girl's already wet pussy and began to move it inside her, causing the girl to moan even more and to begin to move her hips in rhythm to the movements of Josephine's riding crop.

When she felt the slave was sufficiently aroused, she go to her knees behind the girl. She tapped the insides of the girl's thigh with the crop, indicating that the girl should open her legs wider. The slave responded, allowing Josephine better access to the slave's wet pussy. Josephine rubbed the head of the dildo against the slave's slit, lubricating it, and then slid the entire length of it smoothly into the girl. The slave moaned loudly and shuddered with an instantaneous orgasm from Josephine's penetration, couple with her state of readiness.

Josephine didn't mind the girl cumming right away. She was till going to use the girl as she saw fit, and she knew very well that the slave would wind up cumming several more times before Josephine was finished with her anyway. So, Josephine began moving her hips back and forth, sliding the ridged black dildo in and out of the girl. The girl at once began moving her hips back against Josephine, matching her motions. In just a few short moments, the room was filled with the wet sounds of sex as Josephine had her way with the tattooed slave from behind. As she fucked the tall woman, she reached over to the other girl and began fingering her pussy. Soon, she too was wet and ready for sex.

Josephine pulled the dildo from the tattooed slave's pussy and moved behind the plump girl. The tattooed girl groaned as the dildo was taken out of her, but Josephine reached behind the girl and administered a stinging slap to her pussy that shut her right up. Josephine pushed the dildo into the plump girl's cunt and began to fuck her as she had been fucking the tattooed girl before. The plump girl moaned loudly and bucked her hips against Josephine's dildo. Josephine smiled at her little lesbian cunt and fucked her even harder.

She reached behind the tattooed slave and pushed two fingers into the girl's pussy and finger-fucked her while she pushed the dildo in and out of the plump girl's pussy. Soon, both girls were bucking and moaning for Josephine. The plump girl came in a loud, moaning shudder, but Josephine didn't stop pumping her pussy. She worked the dildo in and out of the plump cunt just to hear the little bitch moan for her. While she fingered the other girl's cunt, she also slipped her thumb up the girl's ass. The tattooed slut immediately came again, much to Josephine's pleasure. It seemed like the tattooed girl was going to be a cum machine, which was a good thing, especially if Josephine was going to be using her. She liked to wear out her pussies. She liked to fuck, fist and whip her slaves until they were totally used up, and then to do it some more while they were nearly too exhausted to move.

Josephine slid another finger into the tattooed slave's pussy, bringing the total count now to three. She continued to pump the plump girl's pussy at the same time as well. She picked up the crop that she'd let fell to the side and began to flick the plump girl's big, round tits with the tip of it. This brought little yelps out of the girl's mouth, which made Josephine's pussy start to twitch.

Before long, Josephine was fisting the tattooed girl's cunt and whipping the plump girl's back hard with the crop. Both of the girls were screaming, the tattooed girl in pleasure at being so filled, and the plump girl in a mixture of pleasure and pain that was making Josephine's pussy drip into her leather harness. Josephine pulled her hand out of the tattooed girl's cunt and shoved the dildo into it. She then began fucking the tattooed slut's pussy while continuing to beat the plump girl's lovely round ass. With every thrust of the dildo, the tattooed girl was moaning loudly and with every snap of the crop, the plump girl cried out. Despite her cries, though, the plump girl still arched her ass outward, presenting it for Josephine to whip as she desired.

With the hand covered in the slippery juice from the tattooed girl's pussy, Josephine slid two of her fingers into the tattooed girl's asshole while she continued to fuck the girl's pussy. The girl cried out and came again as she was doubly penetrated. Josephine managed to work in another finger, stretching th girl's ass wider, She stopped beating the other girl in order to better concentrate on her work, but she told the plump girl to turn over and slide under the tattooed girl in order to fondle and suck her breasts and nipples. In no time, the head of the plump girl disappeared under the chest of the tattooed girl and the tattooed girl's moans and pants became even louder and more frantic.

A fourth finger went into the tattooed girl's ass, opening her wide for Josephine's pleasure. The girl was no longer just moaning, she was screaming at every thrust of the dildo and every movement of Josephine's fingers. Josephine could feel the dildo moving in the girl's pussy through the tissue lining between her ass and pussy. That really got Josephine hot, too. She pushed her hand farther into the girl's asshole, causing her to cry out even louder. Josephine's knuckles disappeared into the girl's stretched asshole, causing the girl to cry out again. This was starting to really drive Josephine wild. All she had to do now was slip the thumb in and she'd be fully fisting this slave's ass, and that was a good thing.

She curled her thumb under her palm and pushed it against the girl's asshole. She paused for a moment to speak to the girl.

"I'm going to put my whole hand in your ass, girl," she said, almost panting. "Do you understand that?"

The girl couldn't speak, but Josephine saw her nod emphatically.

"Good," Josephine said. "If it's too much for you, then say stop."

The girl nodded again, but also said, "Please do it, mistress. Don't stop."

Josephine wasn't going to argue. The slave wanted a fist in her ass, Josephine wanted to fist the slave's ass, so the slave was going to get a fist in her ass. She pushed her thumb in past the ring of the girl's anus, bringing another cry from the girl, and then she pushed hard into the girl and her hand slipped all the way into her in one fluid motion.

The girl immediately stiffened and was deadly silent. Her entire body had frozen in a shaking, tense paralysis. Her head had snapped back when Josephine's fist had disappeared into her ass and her mouth had dropped open, but no sounds were coming out. The girl's eyes were squeezed tightly shut and she wasn't breathing.

Finally, after several long seconds, her body let go and she could move again and breathe again. She'd just experienced the most intense orgasm she'd ever had in her life and it had completely shut her entire body down. She now was wobbling on shaky arms and legs, her body drained of energy. That wasn't stopping Josephine, though. As soon as the girl started breathing again, she started moving her dildo and hand in simultaneous thrusts into the girl. Almost at once the girl began to cry out again, though not as loudly as before. The sensations pouring into her body from both of the penetrated orifices were sending waves of what felt like electrical energy through her body. Her arms and legs wouldn't support her any longer, but she didn't want to collapse on top of the other girl. She tried to speak as best as she could.

"I can't hold myself up," the girl said in a ragged voice in between thrusts.

Josephine told the plump girl to move out from under that tattooed girl, which she did at once. As soon as the plump girl was out of the way, the tattooed girl feel forward onto her belly. That still wasn't going to stop Josephine. She continued to thrust into the girl. Her hips pushing the dildo in and out of her pussy and her hand thrust in and out of the girl's ass, past the wrist at the deepest. The girl couldn't stop cumming. Every time Miss Hancock drove her fist into her ass, she'd cum again. Her head and feet and hands were all tingling as if she was really drunk, and all other sensation had disappeared except for Miss Hancock's penetrations of her pussy and ass. All she could do was to lie there limply and moan weakly as each orgasm pounded her with wave after wave of sexual energy.

Josephine could see the slave was spent, but she didn't want to stop. She was enjoying fucking and fisting the slave into nearly total unconsciousness, but she did have another toy to play with. One that was going to service her while she inflicted immense amounts of pain. As much as she had been looking forward to fisting the tattooed girl's ass and wearing her out completely, she was looking forward to being serviced by the plump little cunt.

She pulled her hand out of the tattooed girls ass; it made a wet sucking sound as she did. The girl moaned again weakly as her ass was suddenly left very empty. Josephine's hand was covered in streaks and blobs of the girls' shit, but she didn't care about that. It came of with soap and water or, in different circumstances, a tongue. She also pulled the dildo out of the girl's pussy. She could see it was red, puffy and swollen from the use laid upon it. This made Josephine smile as she got to her feet and walked to the bathroom to wash up.

The two slaves were left alone in the sitting room for a few moments. The tattooed girl could do little more than lie where she'd collapsed and drool on the rug. The plump girl was stroking her back and kissing her shoulder, offering her comfort.

"Did you like it?" the plump girl asked.

"Oh fuck," the tattooed girl said. "It was amazing. Absolutely incredible."

"It sure looked like it," the plump girl said enthusiastically. "For a second there, I thought you'd died."

"Yeah," the tattooed girl said. "Me, too." She managed a weak chuckle.

"Seventy-eight! On the floor on your back with your legs spread and knees bent now," Josephine commanded as she re-entered the room. She was carrying with her a set of nipple clamps, two pairs of shackles, and a clit clip.

The plump girl immediately assumed the position Miss Hancock requested of her, lying flat on her back with her legs spread and her knees up. Josephine crossed the room to her and knelt over her she closed one metal cuff of the shackle over each of the plump girl's wrists, and then closed the other cuff of each shackle around her ankles, making it impossible for the girl to straighten her legs or use her hands to guard herself. Josephine applied the tight nipple clamps to the slave, causing her to suck in a deep breath through her teeth at the sudden pain. Then Josephine fitted the clip onto the girl's clit. This caused her to wince with pain, but it also caused her pussy to come awake again.

Josephine retrieved the crop from the floor where she'd left it and straddled the plump girl's face. With a stinging slap to the girl's shaven pussy, she ordered, "Eat my pussy, slut."

The plump girl knew this was not the time for pleasantries, so she forgot about kissing and soft tongue caresses and went straight for the clit. She sucked Miss Hancock's clit into her mouth and began licking at it fervently. Josephine, feeling the sweet sensation of girl-tongue on her stiff clit, glided on the wings of the stimulus and began lightly slapping the insides of the girl's thighs with the riding crop. This caused some muted whimpers from the girl, but she kept sucking Josephine's clit and rubbing it with her tongue. As Josephine became more turned on, her hips rocked more and more on the girl's face and her strikes with the crop became harder and harder.

The girl was crying underneath her after fifteen minutes of steady cropping and Josephine's cum was dripping all over the girl's face. Still, she insisted the girl eat her pussy and continued to whip her with the crop. In a few more moments, Josephine had cum again and the girl's legs and bare mons were bright red and welted.

Josephine got up and walked out of the room, saying, "Don't move."

In a moment, she returned carrying a new dildo with her. This one looked like a strap-on, but the harness didn't look like it fit over the hips. The purpose of this dildo was obvious in just a few seconds as Josephine knelt next tot he girl and placed the harness over the girl's face. There was a soft rubber ball behind the dildo that fit into the slave's mouth so she could hold the dildo straight with her teeth. The bound girl laying on her back now had a seven inch long black latex cock protruding from her mouth and pointing straight toward the ceiling of the room.

Josephine again straddled the girl's face and squatted down on the large latex cock. She moaned as the thing penetrated her still hungry pussy. She began to ride the girl in earnest now, squishing her hips moistly down on the dildo with every down stroke. Because of the way she was kneeling over the girl, she wasn't going to hurt her, but she could now fuck the girl's face and whip her at the same time without having to worry about the girl biting down on her clit. The rubber ball that let the girl hold the dildo also served as a gag, so even if Josephine chose to strike the girl as hard as she could, the girl could not cry out and interrupt Josephine's rhythm as she could if Josephine relied on the girl to use solely her tongue to please her.

Strangely enough, gags weren't very popular at the Estate. Most of the sadistic denizens of the Estate enjoyed hearing the screams of their slaves and so rarely ever used gags. When gags were used, they were typically done for speech restriction and not for silencing cries of pain. In the case of the gag Josephine was using on the plump girl, it was necessary for functionality.

Josephine quickly got into a rhythm of fucking the girl's face and whipping her exposed thighs and pussy. Anytime the girl would try to close her legs, Josephine would lean back somewhat so her ass covered the girl's nose and her air supply was cut off. It didn't take the girl long to figure out not to close her legs. Josephine came twice, hard, and still she wouldn't get off the girl. She was in a sadistic frenzy and she wanted this girl to know what being her slave would truly be like.

She commanded the tattooed girl up from the floor and told her to lie between the plump girl's legs and hold her cunt lips open so she could use the crop directly on her clit. The plump girl heard this order given and tried to protest from behind the gag, but Josephine again sat back on her face and rendered her unable to breathe. The girl was silent almost immediately. She understood that whatever Miss Hancock wanted, Miss Hancock was going to get. The plump girl resolved herself to her torture for the pleasures of Miss Hancock.

In no time, Josephine was whipping the girl's clit hard and listening to the girl's screams from behind the rubber gag. It drove Josephine wild and she came twice more, even harder than before. She'd decided she'd finally had enough and moved off the girl, whose face was covered in Josephine's cum by now. The tattooed girl was ordered to lap up the cum while Josephine removed the clit clip, nipple clamps, and the shackles. The tattooed girl worked her tongue fervently over every inch of the plump girl's face, licking up all of Miss Hancock's sweet pussy juice. She also cleaned off the harness and the dildo as well, under Josephine's instructions.

The plump girl's pussy was a swollen mess. Her mons was red, her labia were red, and even her inner labia and clit were red and swollen. Her thighs were covered in red, stinging welts as well. When the gag was removed form her mouth, she was still crying hard and tears were rolling down her cheeks and into her ears. Josephine kissed the girl tenderly and told her she'd done very well. The girl managed a smile at even those small words of praise from her mistress.

Josephine ordered the girls to crawl behind her as she went into the bathroom. She used the toilet and got into the shower. The girls were not allowed to use her toilet, but Josephine did allow each one to squat over the shower drain and relieve themselves of their urine. Josephine ordered the girls to wash her body and hair, and then to dry her after her shower. She led the girls back into the bedroom where she placed her boots into her closet and fetched a robe to cover herself. In just a few moments, Josephine had gone from nude, dominatrix goddess to almost-motherly-looking woman in a bathrobe with her hair in a towel drying. She led the girls back into the sitting room and cuffed them again to the tethering bar by the same ankle chains they'd worn when they'd been left here. She hung the key back on the hook by the door and then went into her kitchen. She called for a work slave to come fetch the girls, and then began to make herself a cup of coffee. She finished making her coffee, went into the living room and began watching television. She heard the work slave come in and remove the girls from her rooms.

After the door closed, she went back into the kitchen and made another call from her phone.

"I want priority use of numbers seventy-eight and one hundred ten before all other members," she said into the telephone. She waited for a few seconds for her request to be confirmed, and then she said, "Good."

She crossed back into the living room and sat again on her sofa to watch a television program. She smiled to herself, knowing that she could now have those two anytime she wanted them. She had a feeling those girls were going to become fixtures here in her rooms and that her pleasures and their tortures would last for a long time to come.

At 6:45PM, the doors to the female side of the dark rooms were flung open and the women were dragged out of the cells by a team of sixteen work slaves. The slaves tore the women from the cells, cattle prodded them heavily and herded the women, screaming, into a small room down a long hallway. Once all the women were driven into the room, another crew of work slaves took hold of them and pushed them to the floor and tied their wrists and ankles in an uncomfortable hogtie.

The room was smallish, only about ten feet on a side. Once the women were lined up on the floor, side by side, their arms and shoulders were overlapping because the room wasn't large enough to hold eight women side by side. The top half of one wall of the room was a two-way mirror. The side of the mirror that faced the women was the reflective side, allowing whoever was in the room on the other side of the mirror to see into the room in which the women were being held, but not allowing the women to see who was in the room beyond the mirror. The only other thing in the room, besides the group of work slaves that were now leaving the room was an odd device.

The device stood on a metal pole about three feet high and a foot wide. It looked as if it was shaped for a person to lie in the device face down. There were contours to hold the legs of a person, and two appendages that stuck out from the sides of the metal device, presumably to hold the arms of a person. There was a small curve at one end of the device that, if a person's head were placed at that end of the device, would allow free and unobstructed movement of that person's neck. Just below the curve for the neck, one a flat piece of metal, which one could assume is where a human torso would lie, two holes were cut that were large enough to let female breasts depend through them. The device, to put it simply, was designed to hold a person face down and allow access to any of that person's body. A person strapped into the device could have their feet and sides tickled, their back, ass, shoulders, thighs, calves and arms flogged, or their mouth, ass, pussy or cock used sexually. A female's breasts would dangle through the holes in the flat piece of metal so they, too, could be tortured or used for sexual purposes. For this particular event, though, the device would hold women while they were raped.

The work slaves that had fetched the women now returned to fetch one of the men. The man was taken to the room on the opposite side of the two-way mirror from the women. The man was then strapped to an X-frame and forced to watch helplessly the events that unfolded in the room beyond.

Robert Carlyle stood in the room which overlooked the small room in which the women were being held. As a man was brought into the room and strapped into the frame, he identified the wife of the man strapped to the frame as the appropriate woman to be placed into the device. The work slaves would then enter the room holding the women, untie the correct woman, and then strap her into the device. Then, as the man strapped into the frame in the viewing room watched, four men would enter the room and beat and rape his wife. The man, of course, could do nothing except struggle on the frame, watch, and yell at the window. The room was soundproofed so the man could yell all he wanted, but his wife would not hear him.

After the men finished beating and raping the woman, she was taken off the device and carried away by work slaves to the dorms to be housed. The men that had raped the woman would then enter the room and drag the man off the frame, beat him with their fists or with whips until he could no longer resist, and then they would drag the semi-conscious man to his next destination: The changing room.

This process was repeated six more times. Each wife was raped and beaten by a different team of men, then taken away and housed. Afterward, the man was then beaten almost unconscious and taken away by the same men that had raped his wife to the changing room. The woman whose husband had failed to show at the party was not immune, either. Despite the fact that her husband could not be in attendance, the woman was raped and beaten and then taken away and housed.

Robert Carlyle watched the whole process smiling the entire time. He stood in the viewing room and listened to the men cry out for their wives and curse him to hell. Carlyle smiled and smoked cigarettes the entire time. The insults and brutalization of both the men and women only amused him further.

Once the process was over, Carlyle walked down the hall to the changing room to check on the men. By the time he arrived, they had all been dressed in black French maid's outfit, complete with stockings and garters. Each man had been given a healthy dose of tranquilizers to keep him calm and easily open to suggestion. For the next three months, these men would be give daily doses of estrogen and progesterone to increase the 'womanly' features. Eventually, they would develop breasts, curvy hips and a higher, more effeminate voice. Also, their cocks could begin to shrink and their testicles would shrivel into near-nothingness. In addition to the hormone therapies, the men would also undergo daily subliminal suggestions and be continuously referred to as women, by female names, and have the idea that they are actual women enforced upon them by members of the Estate with degrees in psychology and neurology, of which, oddly, there were actually quite a few.

When the process of effeminating and brainwashing the men was complete, they would be formally trained as slaves and then they would serve the male volunteers and members of the Estate as sex slaves and fuck toys. Thus was their life until they outlived their usefulness. The women would simply be placed into the next day's training classes and would be made into slaves for the amusement of all the members. Either that or they would resist and be executed forthwith. Robert Carlyle had already signed orders letting all the members of the Estate know that these particular women were expendable, but that their husbands should be kept unless they proved to not accept the psychological and hormonal therapies. He would personally enjoy jerking his cum into the mouths and faces of some of these sons of bitches that had tried to backstab him on their way to the top of the corporate ladder or tried to keep him from climbing the ladder to the top of Herbert Warner Industries. Now he controlled the company and these men. His revenge was complete.

Dinner was served late in the dorms because of the training schedule, but when it was brought in at 8:00PM, less of the stubborn slaves refused to eat than this morning or at lunch. Slowly but surely, their hunger was getting the best of them. In another day or so, they would all have partaken of their share of freshly killed and cooked slave meat.

The slaves were fed at eight and by ten when lights out came, most of them were ready for sleep. The training session had been hard on some of the slaves, and tomorrow's session wasn't going to be any lighter than this day's was. The girls numbered seventy-eight and one hundred ten collapsed from exhaustion after they ate. They were too tired to wait for lights out. Each of them pulled their blankets over their faces and was asleep in moments.

Sometime after dinner was served and lights out, the girl on the X-frame gave up. She could not go another day without food or water and the torture she'd endured had taken it's toll. Her body went limp on the frame as she expired. She would still stand as a testament to those that would displease the Collectors, though. Her body would be removed after lights out tomorrow night.

Tomorrow would be another busy day for the Collectors. Two new recruiting missions were scheduled and training classes were to be held again. The Estate would open fully in just over a week's time and they still needed over three hundred girls recruited and trained before the formal grand opening party. They were going to be cutting it to the wire, it seemed.

Jonathan Clark did realize that he could open with the three hundred girls he had now, but having several disposable slaves for the opening party would be so much nicer. There were so many things to finish between now and then, he could hardly worry about the number of slaves, though. He was still planning events for the party. It was going to be one hell of a bash. That much was certain.