By Annie of the Writing Group
Author notes: this one gets pretty brutal in one part.
"Odd-numbered slaves, get up on your bench! Even numbers, restrain your partner, wrist-to-knee wraps and ankle spreader bars!"
There was a chorus of "Yes, Mistress."
Slave 010-541-3349--Liz Ryan before being judicially enslaved--climbed up on the bench as directed. Around her, another 9 women, all naked except for silvery metal collars around their necks, climbed up on their own benches. Their 10 partners, whose Slave Identification Numbers ended on even numbers, picked up straps and prepared to bind them. Even after living in the same slave trading kennel together for weeks, they didn't really know each other. They spent so much time gagged, or devoiced by drugs so they couldn't make a sound ....
After weeks of slave training at Circle-Q Trading Post, she had been bound in almost every possible position, so she immediately put her forehead down on the padded bench and her wrists back, outside her legs and alongside her knees, making a little tripod of knee-knee-forehead out of herself. The tan covering of the bench cushion smelled a little of plastic, a little of female sweat, and a little of disinfectant. The room was cool enough that her nipples were slightly hard. The shiny barbells that Circle-Q had given her to keep the piercings open might be slightly responsible. Her tits were small enough that they didn't touch the bench, unlike some of the better-endowed slaves in this position. Her partner, Slave 4786, had boobs big enough that they spread out on the bench like water balloons when she was in the tripod position. Liz had just bound her that way, before they switched places. And also-
4786 fastened her right wrist to right knee, then the left side.
-and also, she had used a strap-on dildo to fuck 4786's ass. This was anal sex class. Slaves had to learn to both give and receive anal penetration.
4786 buckled her ankles to the spreader bar, which held them a couple of feet apart.
"Gloves ON! Even numbers, stimulate your partner with one hand, lube her butthole with the other one! Remember your lessons! She has to be hot and ready, and you have to put enough lube up her ass that being fucked there feels good! You have 5 minutes. Don't make her come, or you'll both be punished."
This day, they had been ordered to give themselves enemas before breakfast. They were all cleaned out for what was coming.
"Yes, mistress!" chorused the even-number slaves. Mistress Nora, one of the female slave trainers, walked around the room, monitoring and correcting the slaves as they began to stimulate their odd-numbered sisters.
I wonder about new male slaves. We haven't seen any. Do they get training like this, accepting anal sex? Performing it?
Liz was quickly distracted from the thought, as her partner began stroking her mound with a gloved, lubed hand. It felt great. She was already pretty aroused after assfucking 4786 in the first half of the class, which made it even easier for the other slave to get her hot now.
Finger rubbing lube on her butt crack, gently caressing and stroking her asshole. Training kicked in, and the sphincter automatically began to relax. She made an involuntary "oh" sound as the finger pressed firmly, but not hard, and the first half-inch or so entered her, sliding in on a layer of lube. Then it pulled out, as the other hand was now stroking along her slit. More lube was rubbed onto the anus, and then pressed in with the finger, and then more, the finger now sliding a full inch into her, then an inch and a half, more lube, two inches, more ... meanwhile, the pussy hand was drawing circles around her clit, not touching it, not even close, but stretching the skin near it enough to stimulate. She was panting and squirming now.
I never used to react like this, and I loved sex. Is this because of multiple large doses of Horny Juice so close together? Am I permanently more sensitive to sexual stimuli?
She wasn't on the drug now. She could still think. She was also very close to coming.
"Good work, everyone. Stop now and put on the harnesses. Use the #3 dildos, same as you got! Move, don't give them time to cool down!"
"Yes, Mistress!"
It was probably less than a minute before the helplessly bound Liz felt a finger placing yet more lube directly on her asshole, and then the end of a silicone penis carefully positioned on top of it. 4786 leaned forward slowly, but inexorably. The pressure smoothly increased, and again her asshole automatically relaxed to let the dick in. Her partner was gentle and careful. There was no pain, hardly any discomfort, as her rectum was filled and stretched. The #3 was larger than an average man's erect penis, about 7" long and 1.5" in diameter. After weeks of slave training, and with proper preparation (lots of lube) it actually felt good. Then the thrusting began.
It felt more than good. It felt sexy. It felt like sex. It was amazingly good. She was moaning, she realized, and moving her ass back to meet her slave sister's thrusts. And it kept getting more intense and more pleasurable, until she threw her head back and silently came, writhing on the plastic dick jammed up her bunghole, breathing harshly through clenched teeth for long seconds of humping backward, desperately wishing she could touch herself.
Then she went mostly limp ... but the tripod position didn't let her fall, and 4786 didn't have permission to stop fucking. She slowed down as much as she dared, but she kept humping Liz's butt, stopping only to add more lube every few strokes, Liz now feeling the thrusts as just physical pressure.
It was just starting to get sexy again when Mistress Nora called, "Good girls! Every single one of you made your partner come! Good girls who came, and good girls who made them come!"
"Thank you, Mistress!" That chorus was kind of ragged, with all the girls exhausted and some post-orgasmic. Nora wasn't one of the mean ones, she ignored that.
"OK, unbind the odd numbers now, and then everyone work together to clean up the room. You have ... let's see ... seven minutes before you have to leave. Because you did so well, you can chat while you work."
As her partner started unbuckling her ankles from the spreader, she said quietly, "Thank you. That was great. I needed that."
4786 had a high, breathy voice. It sounded theatrical, as if she had taught it to herself to sound sexy. Right now, she sounded tired. Strapon fucking could do that. Also, it was only 20 minutes or so ago that she had been coming on Liz's dildo. "Thank you. You were the first woman to ever make me come, back in fingering class, and today you were the first one to make me come with a strapon."
"I can't say you were my first. I'm bi, I had girlfriends. You are definitely the first person to make me come with just anal, though." Ben had loved anal, but she had never come from just anal before. He had to use his hand, or please her later with his mouth.
Don't think about Ben, dammit!
Her wrists and ankles free, she rolled off the table. With her partner, she walked over to grab shop towels and disinfectant.
"Girlfriends? Like your special favorite, the Chinese girl?"
Uh oh.
Liz had seen that reaction before. Slaves became crazy-jealous of each other over stuff that would be incredibly trivial in the real world, like smiling at someone. All social interactions were magnified, in this tiny world of stressed-out, sometimes drugged slaves and distant masters.
"9921? She left days ago. She wasn't here for auction, her owner wanted her to get some training. I think he was her lover, and she was voluntary. She wasn't interested in me, we just got put on some assignments together. I might have been interested in her if we were both free, she's gorgeous, but it never mattered." That last part was probably too honest, but it slipped out. She hadn't had a chance to practice conversation much as a trainee slave.
They were wiping down the bench as they talked.
How to correct that? "What I'd like is to get a chance to make love to those beautiful boobies of yours. I hope that's the next thing we're trained to do." Tossing the shop towels in the garbage can.
Before 4786 could answer, Mistress Nora called out, "Good girls, the room is nice and clean. It's time to go to makeup class!"
Just as they called back, "Yes, Mistress!" a male wrangler walked in the door. All the slaves instinctively avoided looking directly at him--meeting a slave wrangler's eyes could be punished.
"Nora, I'm taking 3349 for special training. I'll get her to makeup after." Special training was a way to say, "I feel like fucking this slave now." It was a job perk for the wranglers, and being randomly taken by anyone who felt like it was probably a good way to break down the self-respect of the slave trainees, give them the attitude Circle-Q Trading Post wanted.
Liz wasn't beautiful, but she had a reputation for skilled fellatio. She got called out of class pretty often. Some of the wranglers even gave her "slave treats", tiny pieces of candy. It was amazing how nice that was, when your diet was just flavorless slave chow and tapwater every meal. Clever.
"Enjoy. Slave 4786, tell Robbie that 3349 will be along later." Nora was amused. She had taken advantage of Liz's mouth herself.
"3349, heel!" The male wrangler was being stern. Most of them did that, at least at first.
"Yes, master." She started following him, just behind and to the left, without thinking. That voice was familiar ... was he the guy who brutally mouthfucked her, that first night as a slave? She had never known his name, and only seen him in dim light. Keeping her eyes down now, she couldn't judge his appearance. Peripheral vision told her he was White and had light brown hair, and was taller than her, but not tall for a man.
After weeks of training, proper behavior came naturally to Slave 3349. Following at the correct distance and position, without a leash. Saying "Yes, master," after every command. Eyes down, face composed, unless the master did something nice for her, then a big smile and a "Thank you, master!"
The master led her down halls, past doors--she couldn't really navigate, even after all the days in this place, outside the few rooms most of the training happened in. The halls all looked the same at floor level, and looking up could be punished.
She did recognize the room he led her into. It was the rape room where three of the slave wranglers had used her mouth on her first night. It was well-lit this time. Yeah, this must be forced-deep-throat guy. Big dick, too, one of the biggest she had ever had in her mouth.
I can get through this. I must be at least halfway through the slave training. Of course, I have no idea what whoever buys me will want.
At this point in her "career" as a slave (she was desperately holding on to her sense of humor), "regular" sex and oral were just part of her day, like eating--actually, more regular than eating, since the Circle-Q people didn't seem to want the trainee slaves to get used to anything, so food was given without any predictable pattern, not at specific times.
The wrangler stopped. "Present!" She immediately knelt, as quickly and gracefully as possible, spreading her knees, hands on knees, head down. She had the move down now, she could do it in half a second.
"Slave 3349, do you recognize me?" He sounded angry. Why? How to placate him?
"Yes, master. You are the first man who used me, after I became a slave. You are also the man with the largest penis that I've ever been permitted to attempt to please, master." True, and almost-true. Lying to wranglers was not smart.
"Ever been permitted to attempt"? He was mocking the phrase? What? "Were you some kind of manager, or a professor, girl?" Oh, hatred of female authority figures. Let him know that's false.
"Master, I worked in a drug store." True, again. Making her technician job sound like a minimum-wage shelf-stocker, but true.
"That where you learned the fancy tongue thing, 3349? Or were you Mikey's lover before you put on that collar? Did you get yourself collared because he wasn't man enough to force you?"
Wow, he's fantasizing paranoid, hate-filled stories about me, because Mikey and I had better chemistry? He wanted me to like having a big cock jammed down my throat with no warmup better than head from an expert?
