I walked around the house visiting each of my slave girls as they went through their Sunday evening routine. Sonya was laying out her clothing for work. "Coming to see me to mess around, Boss?" she asked with a grin. I told her I just wanted to see how she was doing in private. "Same as usual. I made sure the work rosters were done and posted. I asked the girls in school if there were changes to their exam schedules. You did know they have mid-terms and spring break is right around the corner." I did and asked if she had anything to say about Geri.
"The girl just had a major shock and now realizes she is not the princess she once was. To tell you the truth, I am pleased with the attitude she's displayed the past couple days. I think you should send her to college this next year. I'm not sure if you might want her to start earlier with an online course or two, send her to summer school or wait until Fall. We might dovetail her in with Richard and Marianne. I'm thinking in the meantime, I can take her to work with me to keep her busy. It'll give me a better assessment of her abilities if I have her away from the others." I told her to go for it. As expected, she wanted a kiss and a little fondle. "I need some alone time with my owner. How about you talk to management and see what you can do for me," she breathed into my ear.
None of the rest of the house had any surprises for me either. Marianne was a little grumpy she still had to wear a chastity belt when Geri did not. She saw the girl as competition for Richard's affection. Being relegated to the second girl in bed did not sit well with her. That was for the three of them to work out. I shrugged and said simply, "Long term punishment. Work it out with the right person." I knew she did not want to beg Lenore to let her out of her chastity punishment. She was afraid Lenore might prolong it, and rightly so.
I wondered how I would find Lana's temperament when I picked her up after lunch the next day. Sonya had taken Geri to work with her that morning so I stopped by her office to sign the work contract Sonya had prepared. The contract was perfunctory as was my signing. It gave Sonya permission to take the girl to work and use her in whatever capacity she wanted.
I was not going to question Sonya's intentions nor her judgement. Like Derek told me many times, he prospered by relying on the collective wisdom of his women. I was going to do the same.
This time when I entered the induction center, Rachael was waiting. She'd left word to be notified when I arrived. We'd talked at the Hacienda, but as the weekend involved the slave sale and her one full day off she had not had time to check to see how Lana was doing and give me a report.
"Bas, that woman could be a pain in the ass if you keep her," Rachael began. "I think she's had her bottom strapped more than any other three women and all for small things. She really does think she is above everybody else. As if her looks gives her some kind of special ranking among the Gods. You know I am a patient woman, but I wanted to bend her over and put my foot where the sun doesn't shine. Her attitude earned her the second size nozzle in the cleanout room and she came very close to getting Big Bertha shoved up her keister.
"What is really irritating is she is so practiced at appearing congenial and making her actions seem reasonable. She is not disruptive or combative. It is just her damn attitude!" Rachael stopped to laugh. "I gotta give her credit. She irritates the piss outta me, but hasn't done anything I can come down on her myself. I had a short class with her group today as I usually do at the end. I called on her by number, 633. She stood, smiled, and I will say almost struck a pose, pushing her tits out as she answered, 'Yes, Ma'am?' You could almost see in her mind she was saying, 'What do you want now, bitch?'
I had to laugh and that got Rachael to laughing. "Make sure she attends every damn one of those butchering parties. Hell, I'd take her on a hunt and have her carry the guts to the field instead of dumping them on the way back like you guys do it."
'Damn!' I thought. Rachael was one of the most level headed and easy going women I knew. I knew she could be tough as nails too when it came to slaves at the center but she generally let personality quirks slide. With her PhD in psychology, she'd once interviewed me to see what she thought about where I was on the spectrum. Her assessment was given over drinks, me with a beer and her with a Mai Tai.
"Bas, you have a few issues that you are fully aware of, but you are better adapted to your environment and circumstances than most men I meet. It works for you. Take it and run with it," she'd said.
We walked down the hall together to get Lana. She'd texted the guard to have 633 ready for pickup. I opened the door to see Lana standing in the same taped square Geri had been in a few days prior. At a glance at Rachael, Lana stood even taller, breasts poked out. Her pelvis cantilevered slightly to expose herself even more. In contrast to her pose, her hair looked even more matted and listless than Geri's had been.
In light of Rachael's comments, I decided to say something. "Damn, Lana! What is with your hair? It looks like crap. It's like a stringy mop hanging down." She deflated some but did not lose her composure.
"Their hair products here leave a lot to be desired, Sir," she said. "You'd think they would want the slaves to look as sexy as possible before an auction, but they don't." I motioned for her to step forward. Out of her sight, Rachael smiled slightly and shook her head. Neither of us bothered to point out to Lana she was not going on the block and the female slaves were groomed prior to sale.
Lana did her best to maintain her facade until she was dressed and we were walking out to my car. "Well, did you learn anything?" I asked.
"I learned how a slave can be a valuable commodity for her owner, sir." Lana said. I noticed she did not address me by my name.
"Nothing else?" I asked. "Not even how to make other women happy giving them multiple orgasms with your tongue?" Lana began to shake and then started crying. I'd found the chink in her armor.
"You knew that was the one thing that would get me didn't you?" She said, as tears coursed down her face. "I'd eaten only a couple pussies in my life before coming here, but in there it felt like it was non-stop. The guards and that Lucy woman used me every afternoon. The first day back in the dorm, two of the slaves made me lick them for a long time that night before letting me go to sleep. Low life scum. I was afraid more of the women would want a turn but apart from a few snickers, the rest left me alone."
I asked why she did not fight back or report them. "They said they'd tie small bunches of my hair into knots so tight, the only way to get rid of them would be to cut them off."
"Well, now you have experience getting another woman to cum orally, after doing it several times." I said.
"Several? Try hundreds!" Lana exclaimed. I could not help it and began to laugh. I told her the exaggeration was funny. "What exaggeration? I licked a dozen guards a half dozen times each to multiple orgasms each evening for three nights. My mouth and tongue were so tired I could barely talk afterwards. My jaw ached. And then those bitches in the dormitory."
Like her daughter, she wanted nothing more than to get home to wash and condition her hair. I stopped by Charlotte's Boutique instead and insisted Lana follow me inside. "Really Bas, I'm a big girl and can sit here with the windows down. It's not like leaving a child or a pet in the car." Without saying a word, I shook my head. She reluctantly followed me inside.
Charlotte grinned widely upon seeing Lana. We could not have rehearsed her reaction better. "Damn! You look like crap!" Charlotte said, honestly shocked at the woman's appearance. "You look so wilted, even your titties are drooping," she said. Totally defeated by her recent experience but unwilling to show it, Lana stood there and took the insults without much of a reaction. She blinked a few times but did not otherwise react. I'd have felt sorry for the woman and under normal circumstances would not allowed any of my slaves to put up with that much indignity. But like Rachael had pointed out Lana was a special case of her own.
I didn't want to say a word to Lana about how or if her attitude would change. I wanted her to react honestly and any changes would be hers to make. Upon arriving home, like I'd expected, she asked if she could go shower and shampoo before the others got home. "Worried about how you look?" I asked.
She paused considering how to answer that simple question. I could almost read her thoughts. Should she admit it bothered her a great deal and lose face to me and especially to the other girls. Or would her admission make me decide to prolong her state of totally unkempt hair to punish her further by subjecting her to the others' ridicule.
I let her have a bit of respite. Before she could reply, I said, "Go shower and clean up. You have to stay nude until we decide if you earned clothes but you will not be locked back into chastity." I paused to deliberately grin widely. "I'm not worried about you playing with yourself. I know you have had many orgasms in the past few days. Some of those guards love to make the girl eating them cum multiple times so they can give her a hard time about how much she must be loving the treatment." Lana's expression confirmed what I said.
"The trick is, did you actually come to enjoy giving oral after your experience?" I asked. Lana shook her head and denied it. I could tell, though, from her nipples erecting slightly she had already developed a bit of a conditioned response and the very mention of licking pussy aroused her to some degree. For now, her arousal was from the humiliation but perhaps in time she'd come to enjoy the act.
Lana spent an inordinately long time cleaning up. I was considering checking on her when the college girls began to arrive. She walked out of the back, her hair carefully brushed. It fell in long cascades like usual. I waved her over to where I sat at the kitchen table, reading an article on my tablet. I reached for the juncture of her legs. She reflexively jumped back before she caught herself and spread her legs slightly and pushed her pelvis forward. I ran a finger between her labia. "Good, fairly wet but not soaking. I better not find your wet pussy on the upholstery. Until you are allowed clothing, sit on a paper towel." I said. "I do not want snail trails on the furniture." She gasped at the indignity but did not say anything.
At dinner, I said we'd all heard Geri tell about her experience at slave camp so there was no reason for Lana to repeat it. Then I grinned, "However you might like the opportunity to ask her specific questions about her own experience."
"How'd you like the staff lounge, Lana?" Robin asked. "I'll bet those women worked you over, huh?" When Lana shrugged, Robin continued, "You know you can't act like it was no big deal. I know better. Been there, done that, but certainly did not get a t-shirt for the experience. My nipples were tender for a couple days after I got home. Tell the truth."
Lana turned bright red and admitted just how much the guards and staff had used her starting at shift change and continuing until the slaves were sent to their evening meal. She tried to conceal how much it bothered her but could not stop a few tears. I wondered if Carol was going to offer a comment about knowing her mother was part of the staff lounge ordeal, but she kept quiet. Lana never mentioned the other slaves forcing her nor their threats to her hair.
