Slave's Indoctrination Diary - 6

February 8th

It was a different master that woke me this morning. The Black Master. I was kind of awake already, but hadn't gotten out of bed.

He was less brusque than the other handlers. He even allowed me to give him a blowjob, which was a nice way of starting the morning. It did have the down side of me being the last bitch to be strung up for the morning shower, but no one seemed to care.

There was a new girl bound in the shower. A tall, athletic redhead with a nice pair of tits. She still had the 'new girl' nervous energy. She was looking about the room, flinching when touched, and afraid of the guards. However, she was still obeying orders, keeping quiet, and not offering any pointless resistance.

She was just starting her training, but I felt confident she would be a good slave. I could see myself in her just a few short days ago. She certainly is beautiful, so she'll no doubt sell for a good price.

The guards had already given her a slave name, Fire Crotch. She clearly didn't like being humiliated in this manner, but was smart enough to not object. I thought the name was cute.

Today, we were back to doing chores. This time I was paired up with Fuck Doll. To be honest, doing chores was a relief since I was still sore from yesterday.

Perhaps, I thought differently in the moment because it was not a strenuous task, but a disgusting one. We were responsible for cleaning a cell, presumably the cell which Fire Crotch had just been released from.

I felt somewhat eased by Fuck Doll being my partner. I knew that if she was with me, I was not being returned to this bleak cell for some unknown disobedient behaviour. Even still, the thought of being returned to isolation filled me with dread. It looked like the very same cell that I had been in, but it was impossible to be certain.

The stench was overpowering the moment our guard opened the door. Understandably, the guard remained in the corridor, away from the cell and the foul odour. Fuck Doll and I stepped inside.

Our first task was to empty the dreaded bucket. We carried it together to a septic portal down the hall and dumped it out. Clearly Fuck Doll had done this job before as she knew precisely where to go, and how to dispose of this urine and excrement. A task made worse by the requirement to clean the empty bucket in the adjacent utility sink.

We returned to the cell with the now clean bucket filled with soapy water, scrub brushes, and rags. We then proceeded to scrub the floor and wipe down any mess on the walls. The mattress couldn't be cleaned, but that was understood.

The sludge which passed for oatmeal was coated on the wall by the door. I couldn't figure out why until I noted the camera above. Apparently Fire Crotch had tried to cover the camera to give herself some meager privacy. I never thought of that. Yet, it didn't work anyways. It was a pain to clean.

Since the guard left us alone, it allowed us to speak. I was startled when Fuck Doll first spoke to me.

"You're doing well. I expect it won't be long before you're sold."

I knew she wasn't referring to my cleaning skills. "Uhm, thank you. How do you know?"

"I don't exactly, but when you've been around a while, you can start to see the trends. Once a slave has demonstrated that she can take a whipping, and isn't putting up a fuss during her training, then her value goes up."

That made sense. Although, I couldn't help giggling at her phrasing. "Putting up a fuss?"

She smiled "Yeah, some women object to being kept naked, groped, called a cunt, and being lead around on a leash. Go figure."

I nearly got us in trouble by bursting out laughing. Fortunately, our guard was rather forgiving. Either that or he simply didn't want to enter the cell which still had a lingering odor. We were on our knees diligently scrubbing the floor so perhaps he wasn't making a fuss as well.

"Will you be sold as well? Have you been sold?" I have been curious about Fuck Doll for awhile.

"I don't believe they have me listed for sale. I'm not likely to sell at a good price at my age. And I'm more valuable to them as a trainer. I've been sold multiple times, and served many masters. I was probably about your age when I was first enslaved."

She spoke in such a calm matter of fact manner, as if this was just any other job. I suppose in a way it is. Profession: sex slave.

She also wasn't that old, late 30s, maybe early 40s. However, I suppose that was old for a sex slave. Like athletes, we had a short window in which we could fulfill our role.

"Do you ever want to escape, live another life?"

Had I asked this earlier, or under different circumstances, I think she would have been suspicious of this question. Now, she took it for what it was, simple curiosity.

"No, I don't have a life outside of this. I don't really remember being free. I would be lost without a master. Sometimes I wish I was young again so I could be an exotic pet, perform gang bangs, and all the things that await you. Yet, I had my time. Now, all I can do is guide younger women like you. Show you that this is your natural place."

I thought about this for a bit. Was this my natural place? Fuck Doll seemed so at peace with her life. I have accepted that there was no escape, but was I happy? I must confess, I am curious about the next stage. What will it be like to be sold? What will my new master be like? What will he do with me?

Before I lost my window of opportunity, I asked another question. "Are there other girls here in the cells?"

"Oh yeah, this is an ongoing operation. I know there's a black girl who arrived shortly after you, but she's still fighting. Obstinate bitch just won't learn her lesson. There could be others. It's a revolving door. Breaking in a new girl, and then selling her off when she is ready."

I was shocked that she knew all this. It was also revealing that she had contempt for any girl that resisted. She could see that I was surprised by how much she knew. I didn't dare ask where we were, or the layout of the building. Nothing that would suggest I wanted to escape. Truth be told, I'm not sure I did want to, even if I thought it was possible.

"Sometimes the guards let me in the security room so I can service them while they are watching the security monitors. So, I get to see the girls being broken down in their cells."

She stroked my hair. "I saw you in your cell. You still had your bra and panties on, but I knew you were close to surrendering. You were cute, and I just knew you would look even better naked and collared."

This was a stark reminder of how much I had changed since the last time I was in this cell. Something I was still determined not to return to. One could take offense to her comments, but I took them as intended, as a compliment. "Thank you."

Thanks to our work the cell was clean and ready for the next girl to be held after being abducted. That was oddly fulfilling, knowing that I was contributing to the cycle of enslavement. If nothing else, the room certainly smelled better.

Fortunately our afternoon was less disgusting. After cleaning ourselves, we were cleaning in the kitchen and dining area.

After dinner the Head Master greeted us slaves in his customary way, complimenting us on our obedience while groping us. It was now quite comforting to be called docile while my breasts were being fondled.

My changed nature was also revealed by my reaction to being on the other end when punishments were delivered. Fire Crotch had committed some faux pas, and was bent over the table to receive 25 strokes of the whip.

Now, I was the one sitting down, with the dildo comfortably lodged up my ass. This meant that, along with the other slave girls, I could stare into the eyes of Fire Crotch as the whip struck her ass.

I remembered how upset I had been at the look of arousal from Fuck Doll when I was whipped in this fashion. Indeed, I could see that same look now as she watched Fire Crotch being punished.

Yet, rather than having sympathy as I would have expected, I shared Fuck Doll's arousal. The girl's squeals as the whip struck were delightful. Then there was the tremble in her voice as she counted out the strikes and thanked him for them.

If my body wasn't still covered in welts from yesterday's punishments I might have risked punishment by fingering myself. I made do by shifting on the dildo in my ass to stimulate myself.

So much for sisterhood and standing together. Actually, I take that back. This was a sisterhood, one of slaves. I wanted this beautiful girl to be subjugated and obedient like me. We don't stand together, we kneel together.

Considering how horny this made me, I was already wet when the Black Master rewarded me with a good hard fucking. I can't tell you how I was craving these evening rewards.

Now, lying down in my bed, I am pondering the day. Since it was a day of chores and not training, I had more time to think about where I am. And what I am. Fuck Doll said that she knew I would look better 'naked and collared'. Was she right? Given my reaction to Fire Crotch's whipping, I think she was.