on
2026-05-17 at 0901
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Recruit
Dorcus
has not had initial training interview.
Recruit
Dorcus
has currently (2026-05-18 at 9:35) been in
Cell D-3
for
23 hours
.
Hound Dog:
Sunday morning and a new recruit to process. I got together my kit, made sure my shocker had Dorcus in it and stopped by cafeteria to get her first real meal since recruitment. A hot box with a couple of slices of pizza and some finely sliced cooked chicken and a cold box of pineapple chunks and ice coffee. I loaded it on my bike and went down to corridors to the D cells.
The intake report didn't have all the details of course. According to Puma, when they stopped to "help" her after her car died and they were supposedly driving her to a service station, they were able to persuade her to try on wrist bands voluntarily, before restraining her and securing her in the transport box. They managed the whole capture without using a stun gun. All our recruits were born for the collar but this girl more than most.
Twenty-three hours in a D cell; a day in that warm twilight silence, quiet as a tomb, would calms her considerably and make her receptive. I gather my stuff and used the chip in my left hand to pass the outer gate and then the door for cell D-3. I entered and closed the door behind me.
Dorcus was naked, of course, and her long lean body was curled up on the mat near the sink and toilet. Her collar was a checked light and dark green, contrasting with her pale skin. She was leashed with a chain, restricting her movement in what was otherwise a living room sized area. She shook her brown hair out of her eyes and tried to cover herself but made no attempt to speak.
I put down my items and spoke to her. "I can see you've already been given some instruction by men who processed you, " I said. "We will speak in a few minutes, but remain silent until then."
I stepped closer and showed her the shocker. "You've had this demonstrated?". She nodded, a nervous expression on her face. "As they no doubt explained, the proper use of a shock collar for woman starts the same as for dogs. A shock that gets her attention but doesn't actually hurt her and relies on her natural instinct to please her master," I said and trigger the attention shock. She started. "I can also be used for punishment, but that is a secondary function."
I grabbed a chair from the wall and put it next to the near end of the mat, facing sideways. Then I moved my stuff next to the chair and opened the hot box, so she could smell the pizza. She pulled herself to a sitting position, her hunger obvious but balanced by her fear.
"Stop trying to cover yourself," I told her, showing her the shocker. After I gave her another attention shock, she lowered her hands. I sat in the chair and pointed at the edge of the mat next to me and said "kneel there, facing me." She quietly complied. "Straighten up and spread your knees. No, don't talk, just do.
"Good girl," I said, getting up and moving behind her. "Place your hands behind your back." I knelt and clipped her wrist bands together, restraining her hands. I then sat in the chair and got the pineapple from the cold box.
"You're going to be hand fed," I told her as I held a pineapple chunk in front of her lips. Her hunger overcame any reluctance and, after a moment, she opened her mouth. I fed her pineapple chunks and made her lick my fingers.
"Are you ready for chicken?" I asked. She nodded and I then started feeding her the warm thin chicken chunks. I stopped with some chicken remaining, and never did feed her the pizza. After a day without food, it was too likely to make her sick. I'd only brought it along for the smell.
"There is one very important thing you must know before I allow you to speak. Your name is now Dorcus. That is your name, that is your only name, that is the only name you have ever had or will ever answer to. You will never mention or acknowledge the name you grew up with. That person no longer exists, and you will be severely punished if you repeat your dead name. If you repeat to a guest (I'll explain about guests later) we may even have to execute you over a period of days to set an example for the others. You will also, outside of this room, never discuses you past in any detail. With a guest, you will never discuss your past at all. It must be for them as though you never lived outside of this facility. Do you understand?", I said.
She looked confused, but nodded slowly.
"You may now speak," I said.
"Can I have some more food?", she asked.
"You will address me as master and you will refer to yourself as 'this girl' or 'Dorcus'. Now repeat your question as a polite sentence calling me master and referring to yourself as Dorcus. A polite sentence, mind."
She thought for half a minute and then said "May Dorcus have more food, master."
"Good girl," I told her. "I'll feed you again in a few hours, but if I give you more now you might get sick. Anything else?"
"Master, my parents have some money," she said. "They'd pay a ransom." She then started as I used the shocker. "They'd pay a ransom, master."
"Better," I said. "But replace 'my parents' with 'this girl's parents'. You're new at this, so take a few seconds to think about what you're saying before speaking."
"This girl's parents have some money, master. They would pay a ransom, master. Please master."
"Your former family doesn't have enough money to matter and a ransom was never possible in any case. You weren't selected because you'd bring a ransom; you were selected because you're a natural slave girl. You will never see your former family again. Your name is now Dorcus; you have no family; you have only your fellow recruits and the staff of this facility."
She started to speak and then thought for a few seconds, then a few seconds more. Then she asked "Master, this girl does not know what the place is. What is this girl's life to be, master?"
"This facility is underground resort and bolt hole for the very, very rich. They come here to play at being master and mistresses and sometimes slave. It's also a hidden and well protected facility, well away from any population center, where riot and even nuclear war are unlikely to touch, at least for a while. They are the guests I mentioned earlier. I am staff that you will also serve."
"I don't want to be," she said, before I used the shocker. "I", she said and I gave her a punishment shock. "This girl doesn't want to be a slave, master," she finally managed.
"We don't ask recruits what they want," I said. "If you weren't meant to be a slave girl, we wouldn't have recruited you. You were studied for some months prior to your recruitment. We studied your family. We've been thru your Kindle library, your video orders, your online reading and search history, your writing, and were able to talk to some of your former acquaintances about you. Your psychological profile indicates a desire to be dominated. No, you were the ideal recruit, up to and including your reaction to the wrist bands when your recruiters claimed to be taking you to a service station.
"It's not like your previous life was going all that well before and you did not and never would have found it fulfilling. Was Dorcus not failing out of college when we recruited her?" I gave her an alert shock when she started to speak. "Think carefully before speaking and remember what I told you about your name. Was Dorcus not failing out of college when we recruited her?"
She looked at me silently. "I asked you a question, Dorcus. Was Dorcus not failing out of college when we recruited her? Was not Dorcus on academic probation. Did Dorcus not do poorly in her last semester and on her final exams? "
She thought for a few seconds and said "Dorcus was on academic probation, master. But Dorcus has not received her final grades, master."
"Was not Dorcus doing poorly in her courses prior to her final exams?"
"Yes master. Dorcus was doing poorly prior to her final exams, master."
"Does Dorcus believe that she did well on her final exams?"
"No master. Dorcus struggled with her final exams, master."
"You spent the whole semester drinking, and tripping, and goofing off when you could have been studying. You were addicted to dorm drama that distracted you from your own failing life. You haven't done anything positive outside of the gym. You couldn't even get your boyfriend to tie you up like you wanted. Your failure and student debt will explain your disappearance. And by the time you leave this cell, you will prove to me you desire to be a slave girl, if only so you can join your sister recruits. If you fail to do so, eventually I'll stop coming. Starvation is not pleasant, Dorcus. You will prove to me you'll be anything I wish you to be if you want to have a future of any kind."
"Hold yourself straight," I told her. "In the future, when anyone enters this cell, you will kneel in the spot you now kneel upon in this position, knees spread and hands behind your back, and will remain silent until given permission to speak. You will call all staff and guests master or mistress as appropriate. This includes guests playing at being slave, who you will know by their white collar and wrist and ankle bands. My name, which you will use only when directly asked, is Hound Dog. You will refer to me to them as either master Hound Dog or as trainer Hound Dog. Now repeat after me. 'Master, my owners have named me Dorcus.'"
"Master, my owners have named me Dorcus," she repeated. "Master, is it OK for Dorcus to say me?"
"Sometimes you are allowed to say me. Rarely, you will even be allowed to say I, but not very often. The rules will become clearer with practice, but if you're unsure, always default to 'this girl' or 'Dorcus'. Now say, 'Master, Dorcus is being trained by master Hound Dog.'"
"Master, Dorcus is being trained by master Hound Dog"
"Think carefully before you answer. Who are you?" I asked.
"Master, my owners have named me Dorcus,"
"Who trains you?" I asked.
"Master, Dorcus is being trained by master Hound Dog." she replied.
I continued training her for the next several hours, unbinding her hands and running her thru slave mantras, slave positions and slave stretching exercises. Once she knew she failure meant an alert shock and not a punishment, she relaxed and seem to enjoy the position drills and the occasional "good girl" she earned. Eventually, I left some hygiene items on the sink, and returned to my office. When I came back with dinner, she quickly knelt in position without being ordered and I shared dinner with her, feeding her salad, steak, and a little wine. After diner, I moved the chair nearer the toilet so I could hold her on my lap. When she relaxed against me, I attached a vibrator to my hand and stroked her to orgasm. The warm quiet twilight was helping her to accept the future we'd chosen for her.
