Author's Note: This story takes place in an imagined future. A genetic mutation has made it so that most female fetuses die before birth, so the population consists of about 4 men for every 1 woman. This means women are generally unsafe and frequent victims of rape and abuse. Except in The Fortress.
Please note, although I use the word "consent" in this story, it is perverted from its true meaning for the purposes of fiction. True consent should be freely given, enthusiastic and never coerced through threats or intoxication.
Chapter 3
Day eight I finally realized I was probably being drugged.
My days were a haze of erotic videos and sleep. The videos always started a few minutes after I finished eating, and the warm, relaxed feeling I had every time didn't make sense given the hard bed, lack of blankets and my naked, exposed body.
A cup of tea always arrived at what I assumed to be bedtime and I slept soundly despite the lack of comfort. I awoke alert and oriented for my morning lecture with Mistress Morna. Through the TV she explained rules and procedures, and also the more technical aspects of the sex work she wanted me to agree to. I learned the names of various sex toys - the difference between a vibrator and a dildo, for example, and all about things like enemas and butt plugs and riding crops. We reviewed male and female anatomy in detail, and various ways to provide pleasure to either. She discussed things not considered safe, like prolonged choking or choking with anything besides a gentle hand. I practiced various postures and positions, all numbered for convenience. Any interaction with with a superior - in my case any woman in yellow, red or black, or any man no matter what color he wore - should start in position one: hands clasped behind my back, eyes angled slightly downward, feet slightly farther apart than hips. Position two was similar except kneeling instead of standing. Position three was kneeling but looking upward, chest pushed outward. Four was hands and knees, back arched to angle the ass upward.
Any advanced novice wearing yellow I was to address as "miss." This was also the preferred term for women wearing brown who were not involved in sexual service. Any woman in red or black was "mistress" or "ma'am." Most of the men preferred "master," but "sir" was also acceptable. Those of us in green would address each other by name with the title "novice," in front. Higher ranked women and men could call us whatever they liked.
"After self control, humility is the second rule of a novice. You must learn humility now if you ever want to learn to wield power in the future. Submission is the third rule. Consent is the fourth. You are expected to submit to anything asked of you, but if you choose not to consent alternatives will be considered. The fifth rule is pleasure. You will not give or receive pleasure without demonstrating understanding of the other rules first." Morna's lecture on day 8 repeated things I had heard already, but I knew better than to complain. The floor was still wet from the last dose of ice water I'd been hit with, punishment for fidgeting while holding position five - elbows across the table, head held high, heels off the ground and ass as high as possible to allow the best angle for spanking and flogging.
During that lecture a box arrived with several cotton swabs, a tourniquet as well as some vials for blood and a needle, and an injectable medication already prepped in a syringe. "You've earned my trust enough to allow you to complete your own medical exam. I will be watching you the entire time, so follow the instructions closely." I did as I was told, inserting one swab into my vagina, another in my mouth and the last one gently into my anus. They all had to stay in place 60 seconds, then be removed and placed correctly into the box. "We can't have little sluts from the outside bringing all kinds of nasty infections in here, now can we?" The blood was trickier, but following her instructions careful I was able to insert the needle into a vein on my left hand and fill the vials with blood. The last thing with the injection. "Although the risk of pregnancy is low when we don't allow anyone to fuck your cunt, we do plan to be sure you are covered in cum regularly. This will prevent you from conceiving should some accidentally get up where we don't want it. It will also stop your cycles, since nothing kills the mood more than finding out your whore is bleeding." I of course had no way of knowing what was actually in this syringe, but her explanation made sense, and I had heard of the existence of contraceptive shots before, so I didn't argue and injected myself in the thigh as directed. I put everything back in the box and returned it to the airlock.
When my meal arrived after that lecture I hesitated. Now that I knew it was drugged, should I refuse to eat it? I had a feeling the punishment for that would be severe. And I was hungry. Getting only two meals per day meant I was always eager to eat when the food came. My meals had been small at first but we're getting gradually bigger as I recovered from the semi-starved state I had arrived in, as if they knew how little food my body could handle at first, and knew it was now improving. I felt stronger than I had before too. Morna's afternoon lectures always included time for exercise - marching in place, squats, push ups, planks, etc. She pushed me to go a bit longer every day. I had been tough before but scrappy, surviving by being quick and smart. Now I was building muscle too.
I decided eating was better than not, after 8 days of being drugged there didn't seem to be too much harm in two more. I dipped my bread in my soup and then drank it straight from the bowl, ate hard cheese and grapes, and then laid back on the bed. Sure enough, just as I started to feel especially relaxed, the screen turned on. I realized the room was warmer too. Since I wasn't given clothes or a blanket (to prevent suicide attempts, Morna had explained a few days prior) they kept the room extra toasty. This made the ice water punishments even more startling, but also allowed the water to dry quickly so that I didn't have to sleep on a wet bed.
This day's video was of a graduation ceremony. An advanced novice was graduating to junior mistress. Part of this ceremony often included being assigned a direct master who was allowed to impregnate her. He would also be the only man she would be expected to submit to unconditionally. Some masters insisted their assigned mistress serve only them, but most actually enjoyed sharing. If the mistress was deemed not medically ready for pregnancy, or if no compatible master was available, she would continue to answer primarily to the senior mistresses and serve men at her leisure. She would be expected to submit to them only if instructed to do so by a senior mistress.
In the ceremony I was witnessing this day a gorgeous blond novice was being assigned a master. She, her trainer, two novices who had trained with her (called "sister novices") and three other men stood on a stage. Her soon to be master had long black hair pulled back into a casual ponytail. He had goatee and a golden brown complexion. He was just a bit taller than she was and muscular. The novice, whose name was Janie, had a collar around her neck attached to a long chain. The trainer held a leather loop at the other end. She stood in position one, I realized, along with her sister novices.
"Novice Janie, you are here today because you have shown acceptable mastery of the skills required of you - self control, humility, submission, consent and pleasure. The masters you have served find you to be skilled in multiple forms of pleasure, and you have also shown leadership among your sister novices and the junior novices you have been asked to tutor. Master Clark has asked specifically to take you into his service, and wishes to impregnate you as well. The senior mistresses have blessed this pairing. Do you consent to it?"
"Yes, mistress," was her reply.
"Very good," the mistress responded. She then nodded to the sister novices, who helped her out of her tight yellow halter top and leggings. She was left naked except for the collar around her neck.
The mistress then bowed ever so slightly to the master and extended her hand with the end of the chain. He bowed back and took it in his own hand. "Tell me Janie, do you prefer me to call you pet? Or slut? I am open to either."
"Pet, please, master." She responded.
"Ok, pet. To mark your graduation, I have decided I want to see you exemplify the five rules of the novice. I will test your self control with pain, your humility with degradation, your submission, consent and ability to give pleasure with multiple sex services, and then reward you with pleasure in return. Tell me you agree to this now, and then we will begin."
