Chapter 5
Roberta's training starts
"She's planning something I just know it. Every time we're alone Sandy's on that computer, until he comes in, then she switches the screen to the business accounts. If he gets close she asks him some mundane question which he runs from. He hates to even look at the accounts let alone check up on her," Melanie explained.
"Maybe she's planning to escape but that doesn't mean she'll take us too," Roberta pointed out to her friend.
"She couldn't just leave you to be sold to some stranger and I'd be sent back to that awful man," Melanie complained.
"Are you sure about that? How can someone be a slave these days! Surely you could have just walked out and reported him," Roberta said. The skepticism was still there but less definite.
"OK! We can't walk away from here, across the desert, but if we worked for some guy in a big house we could get away surely," she said in exasperation.
"You don't know what its like," Melanie snorted.
"What was it like then?" Roberta asked, trying to get her to talk.
"I'd rather forget about it," Melanie said, once more. She looked away not wanting to recall the images of such a painful memory.
"If we don't get out of here I'd like to at least go to the same place as you. I assume you're going back to the same place?" Roberta asked.
"You don't understand, of course I'm going back to that man, he owns me, I'm his slave," Melanie said, through gritted teeth. "You won't be asked where you want to go, you'll be sent to whoever pays the highest price," Melanie told her angrily. "We are slaves and you had better get that into your head or you'll have a hard time of it," she warned her.
"Help me out then, tell me what its like," Roberta sighed. She looked around the barn wondering if it might be preferable living in a comfortable house, even if it meant submitting to a so-called master. It would be uncomfortable sleeping in a barn, in a stall, on a bed of straw. The thin old blanket didn't hold back the prickly straw enough or keep out the cold.
Melanie looked at her friend seeing the look of wretchedness that was so unlike her and relented. She was always full of fun and this look of misery was too much to bear. She decided to tell her what had happened since they played around packing ready to move into the new apartment.
She intended to convince her friend it was possible to become a slave and that's exactly what they had become. They were slaves and the sooner she realized it the easier it would be to withstand the training.
"It was a big expensive house, richly decorated in a Roman style. He must have had a thing about ancient Rome. Anyway, I just had to do as I was told it is as simple as that. It was at a party that I got into trouble and was sent here to be trained. All the slaves were dressed in brief outfits showing off their bits. Yes, me too, in front of about twelve men and their slaves," Melanie recounted.
"Of course I didn't want to, I just had to wear what I was given, that's what slaves do," she explained. "When first there I gave in because I was drugged, but later the oppressive atmosphere of the place pushed me into just going along with it," Melanie said, trying to excuse her behavior but still feeling pathetic for giving in so easily.
"The master expected me to obey him and I just went along with the other slaves. You know, when in Rome!" Melanie tried to make light of it.
"A large muscular man strode in, dressed as a gladiator or Roman soldier or something; he was a part of the entertainment. As he strode around the room he recounted an epic battle with a big loud voice throwing in bawdy remarks. He goosed or even spanked the slaves as he toured the room which I decided to avoid."
"My master was away somewhere so to keep out of the way I squat at another mans feet, hoping to be missed out."
"Yes, I suppose he was well built and handsome in a rugged sort of way. He stopped behind me and goosed me like some of the other slaves. Unlike the others I pushed away from the man in front of me trying to get up ready to give the stranger a telling off," Melanie shivered at the memory.
"He must have realized I was a novice and didn't know how to behave like a disciplined slave. The other slaves just kissed the head of his cock, or pretended to depending on their master's wishes," Melanie said.
"You're joking! These women were dressed as slaves and actually kissed a strangers cock at a party?" Roberta laughed, in embarrassment.
"Not all of them. Some masters ordered them to pretend. He only stopped for a moment at each one, all the time blaring out the story. Anyway, before I could make a fuss he grabbed my hips and thrust in. In my pussy of course! I didn't have a chance to do anything I was still bent over trying to get up. Of course I didn't enjoy it!" she complained at another of Roberta's interruptions.
"Everyone was watching and cheering as though my being fucked were a part of the show. I wasn't ready for him either," Melanie suddenly cut off, reddening with embarrassment.
"So who were you ready for?" Roberta chuckled. She prodded her friend's shoulder with a hard finger, "Come on you can tell me," she goaded.
"This nice guy, I was leaning on his knees. Don't be so crude, I wasn't doing anything naughty to him. Because I wasn't his slave that's why! I know, I can't help referring to myself as a slave but after that experience and the training here, well, you'll find out," Melanie sighed.
"He wasn't my master so of course I wouldn't have blown him, as you so crudely put it," Melanie said, in a far away voice, then shrugged her shoulders.
