Slave's Indoctrination Diary - 7

February 9th

I noticed the date. It has been a week since I began writing this journal. About 10 days since I was abducted.

I hope that I am progressing on the slave auction. I'm ready.

I still don't know how this works. I fantasize about a live auction in which I am presented to a room full of masters. They would then be allowed to inspect me, and ask questions about my training. Yet, I know this isn't the truth. It's all done online. How the auction closes is unclear. Does the Head Master have a value in mind? Or is there some cut-off date that I am unaware of?

There's no sense in worrying about it. I have no control over when, how, or to whom I'll be sold. I can only demonstrate that I am ready.

The black girl that Fuck Doll alluded to yesterday finally made her appearance at today's morning shower. She looked very worn down. It was clear that she had attempted to starve herself before surrendering. It was a shame because she was actually quite pretty.

The masters had already given her the name Wham Bam Mama.

She would take a few days to get her strength back, but I'm sure she will be quite fuckable and provide a real 'wham bam thank you ma'am' experience.

For the moment she was struggling to maintain the energy to focus and follow our exercises. On the other hand, she was trying to restrain her combative nature. She was in no position to fight and was truly broken down by her experience in the cell.

Fortunately for me, Blondie and Suk Wong had the unenviable task of cleaning her cell. At least I assume that was why they missed our morning exercises.

Fuck Doll was teaching the slave positions to our two new slave sisters and using me as a model. I had all the positions down by this point, but it was nice to have the refresher. It was also flattering to already be a guide for the new slavegirls.

Wham Bam Mama was struggling to handle the physical strain of holding positions. And I'm sure her large breasts didn't help when maintaining balance in these positions. However, she approached it with real determination.

Her demeanor suggested she was doing everything out of spite, as if her jumping through these hoops was a demonstration of how she could survive anything they threw at her. Even though she wasn't doing anything wrong, I couldn't help feeling that Fuck Doll's earlier assessment was correct, that she was 'an obstinate bitch'.

Fire Crotch was the opposite. She was clearly athletic, and had likely done something like yoga and aerobics. Once she learned the different poses, she was able to hold them without any difficulty.

Her resignation to what her life had become was also tested. Periodically Fuck Doll would grab her tits, slide her hand between her legs, or fondle her in some other way which the positions were designed to facilitate. Through it all, Fire Crotch held her place.

After lunch, Blondie and Suk Wong joined us for more training. A quick refresh of the positions we covered earlier, followed by oral service with the wall mounted dildos. Deep throating was now second nature for Blondie, Suk Wong and myself. And impressively, Fire Crotch was able to adapt quickly and take the dildo deep down her throat. The girl was a natural slave.

At dinner, our group got a nice surprise. Both Blondie and Suk Wong had been sold. Like the reaction to Chica, we were all excited for them. Wham Bam Mama seemed concerned, and perhaps a little baffled by our jubilation, but said nothing. They were sold to different owners so it was only a coincidence that they were sold on the same day. They were both being shipped out tonight.

We were allowed to hug them, and wish them well. They earned this.

They were about to be led away when Blondie asked, "We're not getting our reward tonight?"

I liked the way she thought. This was my favourite part of the day as well.

The Head Master looked at his watch. "I think we've got time. And you both have long trips ahead of you, so I think you deserve a going away treat."

Blondie hugged him, catching him off guard. "Thank you master." She then promptly bent over the table with her legs spread.

We all followed suit. Even Wham Bam Mama bent over once she received a look from Fuck Doll that told her this wasn't optional.

I enjoyed looking at Blondie and Suk Wong as we were fucked. I loved the bounce of Blondie's breasts. And I liked Suk Wong's very short squeaks as the master thrust into her. I was going to miss them, but I knew they would make their masters happy.

And after that, they were led away, never to be seen again. I, and the other slavegirls, were led to our rooms.

Once again, alone in my room, I feel this is becoming very real. I know that sounds silly. I mean, I've been abducted, held captive in the middle of nowhere, physically and sexually assaulted, and had my identity and life stripped from me. How much more real could it be?

For some reason this all felt separate from reality. A strange dream. Yet, now the three girls who started their training before me have been sold. Blondie and Suk Wong were now in transit to who knows where. So, I was next. I don't know how long they were here before me, but it couldn't have been long. After all, I could perform the slave exercises, and maintain a demure manner, same as them.

Fire Crotch was beautiful and performing well, but frankly, so am I. I couldn't foresee her being sold before me.

Will I be sold tomorrow? There is no way for me to know.