From Vacation To Slave Training Pt 02

All characters are over eighteen years old.

This is probably my weakest story, and yes there are more stories. I had actually written Parts One and Three long before this one as I wasn't sure how to write the Grading, and especially the Training scenes. Thus, there was less inspiration and more perspiration in writing this story.

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The next morning Carol came and woke up Claire, and then escorted her to the Grading Table. The Grading Table was portable, but placed on a raised platform in a public part of the store. Carol explained, "We usually do Amateur Gradings privately, but professional ones are usually done publicly as an additional "Stress Test." Then she commanded, "Now open your mouth." And when Claire did, she sprayed her with devoicing spray. "That will keep you quiet for the rest of the day, you won't be able to talk now." Claire tried but all that came out was a horse whisper. "I'll start the checklist, I can do the basic information, but Mr. Johnson is the Certified Grader so he will do the real grading. Step on the scale now." Claire did and Carol wrote down her weight. Claire then noticed a crowd had started to form a few feet from her.

Carol continued to take measurements and then wrote them down. "Height 1.65m or 5 feet 5 inches; Bust 32B, Waist 61cm or 24in; Hips 91 ½ cm or 36in." She took a caliper and began to pinch Claire on various parts of her body. She used her iPad to add the numbers up and declared "Body Fat: 21%, excellent." She then wrote down Claire hair (dark blond) and eye colour (blue).

She then brought out a camera and said, "Time to smile for the birdy." She told her to stand up straight in front of a series height marks, like a mug shot. Claire full body pictures were taken from the front, back, and both sides. She also had to bend over and pull open her vaginal lips to be photographed, which mortified her.

Carol then brought out a metal bucket with a plastic cup inside. "Make your water, and try to hit the specimen cup. Now squat." Claire was nervous but tried to do it as quickly as possible. Carol gave her a paper towel and told her to clean herself, then she ordered her to get the specimen cup out, close it and clean it off. Next, she had Claire lie on the grading table and put her legs in the stirrups, strapping down her wrists and locked her collar into the table. "Now Mr. Johnson will be around in a jiffy to test your responses so don't go away." she joked. She then brought out the camera to take another photograph of her vagina from the front, showing her face.

Some of the customers started calling out bids "£1000, £1200, £1500, £2000." They kept at it until no one raised, and then one of them cried out, "Sold!" Claire knew it wasn't real but it made her nervous anyways.

Mr. Johnson came up and said to the crowd, "If you want to bid, do it right and write it in the Bid Book. And remember bids without a name and address don't count." He looked at her, "Well let's start this." He put his fingers between her legs and said to Carol, "The lips are not moist." then carefully pushed his finger inside her. When he reached her hymen, he stopped, "I didn't know you were fresh." He put a glove on and then pushed a finger in her butt hole finding it tight as well. "I'd better check the regs about a Mint Condition Slave." and walked away to his office.

All this Claire had found almost unbearable, she couldn't believe woman did this voluntarily. She was left there, looking down at the men and women in the crowd looking her over, several went over to the bid book to write down their bids. She couldn't wrap her head around the fact that she was being judged like a piece of meat.

It felt like hours, but Mr. Johnson finally returned. He said to Carol, "It's a bit dodgy, it would be easier if she wasn't a virgin. Its hard to train without penetration but without training she has no skills."

"Maybe we should ask if the Training Facility can still train her." wondered Carol.

"It would have been so much easier if I had known about it before hand." Mr. Johnson complained. Carol looked down not saying that she had already knew about it, but hadn't told him. She looked at Claire with pleading eyes hoping the naked girl wouldn't tell. Claire looked at her and gave slight nod. "If I did, I could have gotten her consent to sell her hymen before hand, now that she's under our authority she can't. And we can't sell it ourselves because it would affect her auction value."

Carol teased, "She should have sold it on E-Bay like most girls who don't give it up to their boyfriends."

A man called out, "I'll fix that for you."

Mr. Johnson then brought out a vibrator, "I'll do this without penetrating." He started the vibrator on low, sliding it over her pussy lips and clit. Claire had occasionally used a vibe, but in the present situation was making the pleasure feel so much stronger. She started to squirm and press against the vibe.

The audience started to comment, A woman said, "Look how slave hot and juicy she's getting."

"She should be up for auction right after this." Replied a middle aged man.

"If she isn't slave meat, no girl is." commented another man. The audience watched intently while Claire get closer and closer to orgasm, then she did with shaking and short deep breaths.

"Slavegasm! You don't see that often, she's real slave meat." An older woman from the audience remarked.

"Right, come on start the auction now." Called out a young man.

Mr. Johnson then released Claire from the Grading Table, "OK, next, Slave Kneel." Which was one of the most basic slave orders. Claire was surprised at the command, but quickly kneeled. "Slave Fours." Claire obeyed the order, but fidgeted, being uncomfortable being controlled like this. "Slave Stomach." Claire looked at him for a moment then realized what he wanted and laid on her stomach, hands by her side. He gave her several other orders and a couple of times it took a him or Carol explaining what she had to do, but once she did, she obeyed quickly. "Well slave your obedience was fairly good, but your slow, though I'll note your unfamiliar with most of the orders."

"Slave Up." Claire got up nervously, he then took a thin rubber tube. "Stretch out your arm slave." she did and he wrapped it around her arm. She realized what he was going to do and wasn't surprised when he brought out a hypodermic needle. "Make a fist slave." and she did so, he quickly found a vein and started filling the first of five vials. One after another they were filled, "OK, done. Slave put your back against the wall there." He pointed to where she should go and Claire did as he had ordered. He then grabbed each arm in turn and locked large cuffs on them. Claire now had her arms spread eagled. "OK the slave is ready for your inspection."

Claire was now left to be inspected by the customers and they came up and felt her all over. The young men enjoyed squeezing her exposed breasts and buttocks. Claire could see many of the women were jealous of her body, and a few showed definite lust. She was mortified that people were poking and prodding her like a piece of meat. A couple stuck fingers in her vagina and made rude remarks. Finally, the large crowd dispersed, with small numbers of new tormenters arriving and finding that there was a new toy to play with.

After a couple of hours chained to the wall, Claire's arms were getting painful cramps and she tried to maneuver to relive them. The customers just thought she was getting slave hot and the bids went higher. Eventually, Mr. Johnson came back and released her, causing her arms collapsed to her side. "OK, back to the pen, it will take a while for your tests to come back, you'll be here at least a couple of more days." Claire felt relieved that she would no longer viewed and abused by the public. "I'll put on some training videos for you to watch so you can have at least some very basic training, you need a lot of education about being a slave."

Once in the slave kennel Claire collapsed on the mattress. After an hour the training video started, it went over slave positions and the special slave stretches that could be done in the confines of a kennel. After that there were the Slave Mantras.

"Remember you are a slave."

"You exist to please your Master."

"Your Master's happiness is your only reason to exist."

"You have no rights."

"You never say no to anything."

"When you do wrong you will bring your Master his whip in your mouth and beg punishment."

"You will repeat this every morning and every evening ten times."

The next day a girl was put into the kennel with her. Claire asked her name and she said "Slave Jewel, I'm waiting on my auction."

"Were you forced or did you choose?"

"The bank decided, I got into a lot of credit card debt and they enslaved me to recoup some of their losses."

Claire had heard such stories, but it was still kind of a shock to her. She thought about the celebrities who had messed up and or had gone broke and were now slaves: Lindsey Lohan, Kim Basinger, Pamela Anderson and Toni Braxton among others. Even though most were no longer young, there was a certain thrill for someone to buy a celebrity. They talked a little about their homes and Jewel was fascinated with Claire's tales of the wide-open Canadian Prairie, the heat, the bitter cold and its flatness. She even told a joke about it "One day my dog ran away, I could still see it running a week later."

The day after that Mr. Johnson came to the kennels and talked to Claire while she was in the pen. "Congratulations, Your Blood and Urine sample are clean. With everything else I think you will have a preliminary slave grade of Choice Plus." (1)

"Thank you, I guess, Can I leave now?"

"Not yet, the only reason you're not Prime is that your have absolutely no training, your unfamiliarly with even the basic slave rules and orders held your grade down."

"Well to tell the truth I'm not that interested in improving my grade, I'd just want to leave, please."

"Well Scott paid for training as well, and you really need it, I'm sending you to for slave training at York Slave Training School."

"Don't I have a choice?"

"Look your still under our authority, most girls would jump at a chance for free slave training, its better for you if you go."

"How long is it."

"It depends on the girl, the harder you work the faster you learn, the less time it takes. And you picked it up quickly when I was grading you, even though everyone was watching. I'm sure it will take over week of hard work and you'll be up to Prime or even Prime+."

Claire sighed, "Sometimes I wonder if this is ever going to end."

"You'll be picked up tomorrow morning and be driven to York School. It's a good school and they don't use harsh methods like the more serious schools." Claire was now scared, and slumped down in the fetal position. Mr. Johnson just left.

Mr. Johnson left the slave kennels and went to the clerk at the customer service desk and told him that the girl Claire was to be sent to a training school, forgetting to specify which one. The clerk, on his phone and half listening, took his computer pad and carelessly clicked on Roman House School in London (2) since it was at the top of the list of slave training facilities used by Sam's.

The next morning the loading dock was opened and a slave cage was brought in on a dolly. Claire looked at the cage and a clerk she hadn't seen before let her out of the kennel. He called "Back bracelets." But Claire didn't know that order, exasperated he said "Turn around and cross your wrists behind your back." Claire apologised and fitfully obeyed. He locked her in cuffs and said "Enter Cage."

Claire whimpered "How can I, I can't use my hands?"

"Just do it." and he pushed he down on her knees. Claire very slowly wiggled into the cage.

The driver growled at her, "Hurry up, I don't have all day."

"I'm sorry I've never done this before." She finally got in, "This is for the training school, right?"

The clerk looked at his clipboard "Your Claire, right?", she said yes. "Yes, that's right, Roman House, you'll probably be auctioned after."

"I'm not supposed to go to Roman House, or be auctioned!" she protested.

"Well the shipping order says Roman House. And after their training that's what usually happen to slaves."

"I'm supposed to be brought back here!"

Flipping through the papers, "Oh yes it does say that, well Roman House will send you back then."

Claire became terrified and soon she was being thrown around while the cage was hauled into the van. The door was closed and Claire found herself with two other girls in cages being transported as well.

The trip took hours, being rattled around and shaken by the bumps, twists and turns. But finally, the truck stopped, the door opened, and her cage was moved to a room with a bunch of other caged women. A Slave Monger came out and shouted, "Sleep well you bitch's, you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow." Claire tried to find a comfortable way to lay down and figure out how to use the bed pan. The other girls were chatting away talking about home, betting how well they will do here, and so forth. Claire made a little small talk with those on either side of her, but finally decided to use her time to relax.

All the girls were sleep when all of a sudden, they were awoken with banging on the cages. "Wake up you bitches, time to start." The girls were disoriented and tired, they didn't realize it was three in the morning. The cages were opened and a Master were yelling at them to get to the training area, they used their whips to get the girls moving in the right direction. The girls were dazed and confused, trying to obey orders. Claire was in slightly better shape as she was used to early mornings.

Another Master wrote on each girl a letter and number on their left breast and back of the left hand, "Move it, move it, get to your spot, its on the floor and put your feet on the lines." the Masters hollered. The girls bumped into each other trying to find their spot and getting their feet on the lines.

When the girls had found their places, the Masters started calling out to them to yell out their numbers in order, "A-1, A-9, B-1." The girls called out without enthusiasm. When her turn came Claire called out "B-9."

Then the chief instructor started speaking to them "Some of you may have had so called slave training before, but that will count for nothing here. We turn out slaves for sale, not slut wannabees." Then he spoke slowly for emphasis, "You are not slaves, you do not deserve to be called slaves, you are only bitches here, do you understand?"

"The girls quietly called out individually "Yes sir."

The Master yelled at them "I don't hear you!"

"Yes sir." they said louder.

"I still don't hear you!"

"YES SIR!" they yelled out in unison.

"That's better, I am Master George, this is Master Henry and Master Charles, whatever they tell you to do you will do without question, do you understand?"

"YES SIR."

"Now each of you will come up to the one of these chairs and sit in it when you are called, First A-1 through A-4." Each girl went to one of the chairs then two of the Masters went up to them. Girls with long hair then had it pulled into a tight bun, those with shorter hair had either pulled into a tight pony tail or cut even shorter.

When Claire was brought up Master Henry shouted at her, "A virgin huh? You're not much use here." He used a marker and put a large "V" over her right breast. "Well we'll keep you nice and whole, but first the nurse will examine you." Claire was put on a Slave Grading Table and her hands and neck tied down and then her were legs spread and placed in the stirrups. The male nurse came out and put on gloves. He started pulling open her vaginal lips and said "The hymen is mostly intact; not even a narrow probe can be used for training." Claire was then released had her hair put into a bun and sent back to stand in her place.

Master Charles put up a modified version of the Slave Mantras on a large screen and were listed as Bitch Mantras. "Now you will juice yourselves as you repeat these question and answer Mantras." The Masters called out and the girls were made to answer while juicing (3) themselves.

"What rights do bitches have? "

"NONE, MASTER."

"Why do you exist?"

"TO PLEASE MY FUTURE MASTER."

"Why are you here?"

"TO LEARN TO BE A SLAVE."

"What are you?"

"I AM A BITCH."

They repeated these for a half hour, and several girls, including Claire orgasmed during the recitations. Then Master Charles changed the screen, a picture was put up of a slave position with its name, and the girls were ordered to reproduce each position. All the girls would do their best to reproduce the positions as quickly as possible, for the slow ones were dealt a blow with a whip. After an hour of doing this, the Masters started mixing the order of the positions, every girl, including Claire who would miss or be too slow in getting into position were painfully corrected.

After two hours of this the girls were given a breather. Water in a bowl was brought to each girl. Claire realized what the Master's expected and leaned over to lick the water from a bowl like a dog. A couple of the other girls did the same but most of the girls picked up the bowl and drank from it, when they did each girl received a correcting blow.

Following this the girls were instructed in Slave Yoga and its modified form, Slave Stretches. For over an hour the girls went through their paces, and as this was slower and easier to do the mood of the girls lightened. Then, the girls were given another break and two bowls were brought out. One with water one with Slave Kibble. Several of the girls were reluctant to eat it but Claire knew this was going to be the only nutrition they were going to get so she leaned over on all fours and ate like a dog. The girls who were too slow had their food removed and told that they wouldn't get fed again until the next feeding time. After they were fed, the girls were allowed to use a series of pails to urinate and defecate, with old newspapers provided to use as toilet paper.

The girls were next brought over to a wall that had some kind of plug about a meter from the floor. The Masters brought out a box of rubber like dildo's complete with ball sack. They ordered, "OK bitches, these plug into the sockets in the wall, there's not enough for all of you so ten of you come forward and grab one and plug them in." Claire was part of the first group of girls that grabbed one, and after looking at them, figured out how they fitted in the wall. "Now bitches, on your knees, your going to give these fake cocks the best blow jobs you can. They have sensors in them that will tell us how good your doing. Now start!"

The girls immediately got to their knees and started giving the electronic dildoes oral sex. Claire had given a couple of blow jobs, she was quite good at it because she had found an erotic story she used as a guide. First, she kissed the head of the fake cock, then had her tongue roll around that most sensitive part. Continuing on she would engage in licking and sucking on the fake balls. One of the girls gave out a shout and jumped back. Master Henry chuckled, "What we didn't tell you useless bitches is that these cocks give an electric shock if you give bad head." The girls, including Claire, went back to their assignment with trepidation, but with more vigor. Claire went back to work and slowly worked the head into her mouth, massaging the cock with her lips. As it got deeper into her mouth, she started using her tongue to swirl around the cock. She would stop for a moment when another girl would squeal in pain from another shock. "So far, so good." she thought to herself.