I want to make one thing clear. Nobody fucks with Stacey Hamilton. Unless he is very handsome and she is on the top, that is. And while the darkness isn´t exactly my good friend, the adjusting eyes felt better now in a night. The fat girl slept and maybe even the silent one. Other two, I wasn´t sure. After we did our striptease, we were in peace, even getting to know each other a little. Our humiliation continued, first by visit of male warden, who started admiring us. The bloody politician, imagine that, happened to have body underwear, so she showed the least of skin. Lucky bastards they are, even in captivity. I, on the other hand, had to be endowed with provocative airships on my chest that earned me position of the main attraction. Shortly after the visit, we get our new clothes. Giant skirt and blouse could be cute for Halloween or something, but my hands were shaking when I saw collar, strap harness for the whole figure and some red abomination. The whole process was complete when we were told that dining room wasn´t ready, so we get... Well, dog dishes with our stuck names, so we were made absolutely certain that training for "The Art of Holy Submission" actually began. Of course it was made kinda worse by the fact that we actually liked the food.
Now we were supposed to sleep, but I couldn´t, because there was no time to waste. Even before coming here I considered myself a dog, just not the domesticated one. My dad was policeman and my mom... She was mostly connecting the calls at the station, but that still made her close to the fight against crime, right? Plus, she supposedly read many mystery novels when she was expecting me. So, no surprise, I´ve founded my own detective agency. Proud of my nose, my stealth and sometimes my black belt, I always provided. But it seems that for these fuckers it was too much of an independent life. No matter, I am not submitting. We have a lot of things in the room, from the fridge to some Japanese talking vacuum cleaner. But there wasn´t TV, radio or telephone that would reach the outside world. I mean, I know it sucks major ass right now, but I would use contact who is both free and my ally. I must try to get to a single accessible computer, but... Maybe... Hamster... Won´t fit into my car...
ZZZZZZZZZ
Me, silly cow, had to sleep so soon anyway. Looking around from under the quilt, I saw our half-mute is sill deeply wrapped up it. Senator on the other hand, was already eating breakfasts from her dog dish, as was our residual fatty. Woodroof girl, as usual, had eyes full of fear. She´s gonna be perfect their obedient doll, nothing more... My dish was still somewhere under my legs, but I must say I wasn´t hungry. I was simply interested to what perversion they will drag us first.
Senator was the first to talk.
"They might not know it, but this place wouldn´t survive serious strike. We just must discover way to carry it out.."
"Are you so naive to think that we can talk?" I muttered quietly.
"And what will they do? Beat up everyone who speaks against them?"
"No, they will probably beat up everyone who speaks about "strike" I suppose."
"I agree with Stacey, they will not let us plan anything," whispered Barbara.
"Let them hear me, so they now, I´m not silenced!," proclaimed the damned Thompson. Foolishly, because true resistance begins precisely protected by my silence.
Awaiting our predicament, we´ve eaten last drops from our dishes and in total, it wasn´t longer than hour and half after my awakening that we heard steps on the corridor. Quite a lot of separate steps and none of them very hard. Two wardens (bloody traitors) then entered our room, one holding the large plastic bag.
"We´re going to pretty intensive exercise, ladies," one of them said. "And more, of course. Since yours re-education begins today, both start and finish of the day should be glorious. Tell me, can you swim?"
We all just nodded.
She looked at Thompson. "You´ll definitely go outside." Then on me. "And you..." As the last one she has chosen the Woodroof girl. "These two", she pointed out to lethargic Therese and Barbara, "will go to the gymnasium. I don´t think they would put much of the show. Each of you will now wear this outfit, your current underwear stays here."
Great! We have some sport attire as well. So much clothes! I wonder if they invented kinky burqa too!
Once again, there was healthy dose of humiliation. Sport bra covered our jugs by the pattern of soccer balls and the shortest shorts ever were decorated by the image of corresponding gate. Ha, ha, ha! I´m not going to counting insults, since this place was just build on insult... We three were added to group of five unfortunate souls, mostly good looking, except one mousy timid secretary-like type. White, except some paki beauty. Second group for the gymnasium was much larger. On the way for the corridor, four other women have come to our selected team, so the dozen seemed to be the final collection for God knows what.
Outside we were simply jogging at the start, which is a lesser fun when there are six wanders around you, two of them riding a motorcycles. Still, muscles needed stretching. We were not even aware that there is some direction, only suddenly noticing tall body of obvious stadium, shining with it´s golden color. Some people were still entering the building, clothed in fine suits and sometimes dresses.
"We have a guests?" asked the senator.
"Oh yes, a lot of designated heirs. They will watch you today and a lot of them stays here as your tutors for Art of Lovemaking."
More than we wanted to know.
Suddenly we went right there as well, although we used utterly different entrance and ended up in small changing room, well-lit and TV hanging on the roof. The view screen showed what is going on in the arena under the eyes of spectators, now filling the seats... The circle was almost entirely filled with the water, but there were a lot of floating giant cisterns containing hideous brown-to grey mass. Over the middle of the lake hanged several long ropes with some colorful spots, ending above over the long wooden floor.
"Time to make some kitties," said a warden with a particularly wide smile. She opened the locker and gave us - shit - cheesy pink thong panties, undoubtedly making great display out of our asses in a just a few moments. On the crotch we had a picture of cat´s paw with claws sticked out. That it isn´t just a pussy joke we understood right after putting them on. Another piece were fury gloves ended with short and twisted imitations of an actual nature´s weapons. We could move our fingers more freely than we thought, which didn´t mean they would be comfortable. We saw another warden bringing new package from nearby, although the exact content was indiscernible.
"Listen ladies, I will tell you exactly, what to do. We´ll sail you right under the ropes and you´ll start to climb, just like the other half. It might look like two teams, but make no mistake, since the moment you´ll be on the rope, every other woman is competition. You must not just climb, but also trying to throw down every other person. Once you fall, you´re going to mud platform and - that is important - put a good fight until your opponent yields. At the end of the day, we´ll have definitely the Mud queen and maybe even Sky queen."
