The Induction Completes
Author's note: Obviously the story is completely fictional and should be read after the first one. However any character in this story is there of their own free will and has a safe word/gesture they can use at any time.
Yvonne was starting to feel the strain on her wrists. She had a long time to examine her prisoner colleague's pretty eyes and fair skin as their bodies swayed gently along each other. They had both given up pushing back and away and avoiding touching each other's skin. The first 30 minutes of straining back and trying hard not to touch her had been exhausting; now they simply hung idly from their chains. Their bare breasts firmly pressed against one another and both not knowing who the other is.
It was with some relief Yvonne could see a fat, bald leather-clad man walking up to the first girl suspended to her left and start plucking her down. She was a blonde well into her thirties with a curvy body, what must be D-cups at least that swayed as she lost the support of her wrist chains and fell to the ground. The man commented grumpily on the smell of urine; she had been one of the girls too ashamed to relieve herself earlier. He hosed her off quickly with a bucket and used a towel to dry her up this time. No doubt to not hold up the proceedings any further. His course, chubby hands went over her bare skin with cold determination.
As she was brought out to a wooden table in the prison yard, the other girls were let down from the wrist chains by other guards. They were cuffed on their back and ordered to kneel by the perimeter of the yard, with their collars chained to a ring on the wall. The fat guard prepared the blonde on the table, pushing her back onto it and strapping her down. Her thighs were pulled apart and drawn back with leather straps causing her legs to be spread wide open and on display as her naked body was locked down on the table. Yvonne looks with amazement as the guard does all this without the slightest interest in the woman. Just another day on the job.
Master Robert re-emerges along with the other guards and makes slow laps before them. 'Now you have had some time to contemplate and dry up, I am sure you are all as eager as we are to start your proper training.' He says as he runs his hands along the cheeks of the girls, letting his finger trace over the gag in Yvonne's mouth. 'We will at all times reaffirm to you that men are in charge, and this next step is designed with that in mind.' He says and walks up to the blonde on the table who looks up at him with blue eyes that shines with both confused horror and subtle signs of excitement.
'Jenny who has lied down on this table and exposed herself so shamefully to all of us still thinks her name is Jenny.' He continues while withdrawing a permanent marker from his pocket. 'But now she will lose her name, Jenny, and she will be numbered like the rest of you and those who came before you and that will be her name.' Master Robert starts drawing in big letters SLAVE 846 across her belly as he towers over her. 'She is now named Slave 846 and will be known as such until a new owner gives her a new one.'
Slave 846 looks at him with wide blue eyes as Master Robert undoes the gag in her mouth. He gently caresses her cheek and pulls her hair back from her face. As he does so the guard who had been handling Slave 846 previously steps up towards the table, while Master Robert grabs a fistful of her hair and holds it tight looking deep into her eyes. 'Now, slave, what is your name, tell me?'
'Slave 846, Master.' She says in a trembling tone, looking back up at him and around on the girls and guards watching the spectacle.
'Good slave. Now Marcus here will complete her induction by using slave 846. The rest of you are lucky, you know the same will happen to you but at least you get a chance to brace yourself.' Marcus stepped up coolly and unzipped his trousers, stroking his cock idly for a few times before pushing it against Slave 846's bare slit and emerging inside her. Yvonne squirms nervously on her knees, adjusting her bare behind as drool drips from her gag, hearing Slave 846's whimper as Marcus enters her without any sign of warm-up. She continues to yelp as he starts pushing inside her rhythmically, using her pussy without sacrificing as much as a glance at her face. He grips her fullsized right teat with his hand and digs into it hard as he trembles over her, shooting his seeds inside her and grunting before pulling away from the slave.
Yvonne rests on her bare ass as she watches in amazement. With her hands cuffed behind herself she is unable to do anything, but she lets her fingers gently caress the bare skin on her ass. Looking down in shame but more in shame of her excitement. Marcus has already dragged Slave 846 to her feet and escorted her to the other side of the court yard where she is already put to work by scrubbing down the toilet podium they were stood on only hours earlier. One by one the other girls are pulled up to the same wooden table, some resisting halfheartedly but all goes through with the induction.
Yvonne is confused by her relief when the fat guard steps up to her for her turn, as she nods to him. The fat guard just shrugs indifferently and undoes her chains, pulling her painfully to her feet by her long blond hair, with her B cups bobbing gently as she is pushed up to the table as naked as she has been for the past 7 hours. He pushes her back on the table with force, making her whimper through her gag. She lies calmly on her back and looks to the side as the man's rough hands lock her thighs obscenely in place, spread apart. Her face flustered at the thought of this less than charming man's view of her dark pubic hair and moist lips. By this time Master Robert is quick and efficient as this is turning into repetition for him, just another slave to be processed.
He calls her Marie, as was agreed and Yvonne realizes that probably most of the girls have been given the same discretion. He proclaims that she will now be known as Slave 851 and marks her belly as such. For added measure he puts down #851 on the side of each of her hips. The young man that has handled her earlier, who she know finds out is named John, steps up to her still with the same grin. He is impatient with a bulge in his pants, rubbing over it and Master Robert has to signal him to wait while he removes Yvonne's gag. She confirms in a whispering tone that her name is now 'Slave 851, Master,' all the while looking at Master Robert and ignoring John.