by Annie of the Writing Group
Author Note: this is the one with lots of kinky slave sex. Just so you know. It was pretty fun to write.
You could actually read and understand this without reading parts 1 and 2. You might enjoy it more in sequence, though.
Glass door in a glass wall. She saw her own reflection: naked, pale, heavily freckled even after weeks of never seeing the sun. Brownish hair, now falling below her shoulders. She looked very fit to herself, after weeks of physically demanding slave training. Silvery metal collar back around her neck, now that the burns had healed.
She was standing behind a slave trainer. Nora hadn't bothered to leash her--at this stage of training, she had proven her ability to "heel" correctly. She quickly looked down, meeting a free person's eyes could be punished.
She knew the sign above her head read "Slave Veterinarian." The wrangler she was following tapped the glass, then led her inside and said, "Present!" She stood, feet shoulder's length apart, hands open, palms facing forward, head down, back straight. One skill mastered.
A familiar voice said, "Thanks, Nora." Marilee paused as Nora left and closed the door behind her. Then she said, "Are you showing off for me, 3349? That was almost too perfect a Present stand." Liz could hear a bit of a laugh in the voice. The vet had told her, day one of slavery, that it was OK to look up in her presence, so she did, meeting the veterinarian's eyes. Liz could never decide if Marilee was 50 or 60. Somewhere in there, older than Maria and Luis, anyway. Brown skin, wavy black Native American-looking hair up under one of those medical paper caps, no makeup or nail polish, black eyes.
Liz thought,
I never expected to find someone that old sexy.
Marilee waved a tablet at Liz, reading the slave chip implanted between her breasts, to automatically look up the veterinary records for slave 010-541-3349, 3349 for short.
"No, Mistress." Liz let just a trace of her own amusement leak into her own words. "I'm practicing. Who knows what my new owner will care about?" Marilee was one of two people in that entire slave training facility that Liz felt she could trust, at least enough to sometimes be open with her.
Crisply, Marilee said, "Up on the table, please."
Please?! She was a slave. You didn't say "please" to slaves, you gave them orders, especially when you worked for the slave broker.
As she climbed up, the slave vet continued, "I hear you're doing well in your classes, 3349--lie flat on the table--It has been a couple of days since I talked to you. How are you feeling?"
"Mistress, I have no more pain in my shoulders, not even a twinge. Thank you for treating me, and arranging for Slave Anthony's... services." Allowed to look Marilee in the face, she saw the smile. Neither of them would say it, but she knew that Anthony wouldn't have dared to give her that wonderful yoni massage unless specifically ordered. One of the basic rules of being a slave: no sex unless a master or mistress commanded it.
"The pruritis where I was burned is almost gone. May I speak openly for just a moment, Mistress?"
"Of course, 3349. And not just for a moment."
Katie told me the doc was my biggest admirer. Maybe she wasn't exaggerating so much.
"Mistress, that was one time I was actually grateful for being restrained at night. I don't think I could have resisted scratching, and I doubt I'd have healed this fast if I did." She smiled at the woman who had saved her life.
She continued, "My mouth is also pain-free. I have a scar on the inside of my lip, where it was cut. The dentist says that it will heal, but the process will take weeks or months."
"And your vaginal area, 3349?" Small smile. The veterinarian had presumably had reports from her vaginal sex teacher.
"Mistress, no pain or discomfort, I am very happy to say. The damage there was slight, and your... treatment... was effective." Marilee had applied slippery, warming ointment, internally and to her labia, to treat abrasion of her vagina. It had been pleasant and frustrating and extremely fun, in a weird way.
"Very good. I'm going to do a quick physical exam. This isn't just because of your injuries, it's your exit examination before your sale." The idea of being auctioned was still pretty scary, even though her rational side knew it was both inevitable, and quite possibly a good thing. All the wranglers who trained her had mentioned that, for most slaves, being owned was easier than being at Circle-Q Trading Post.
The exam itself was routine. Blood draw from the cephalic vein in her elbow. Blood pressure, pulse, listen to her heart and breathing sounds. This was the first time Marilee worked on her that she wasn't two of drugged, scared, and in terrible pain. The calm, gloved hands were reassuring and skilled.
"Your pulse is 57." The vet was making conversation, which she really shouldn't be doing. Slaves were not supposed to be treated as equals. Apparently Marilee was ignoring the rules today.
I'm seeing things from the wranglers' point of view, judging how they do their jobs. Katie was right, I am analyzing, studying them. She understood me, maybe better than I understood myself.
"That's very good, your cardiovascular health is excellent. And you aren't scared right now--your pulse on arrival here was 120, you were so terrified, and of course on ildeslafine."
"Let me confirm: your last dose of Ildeslafine was six days ago, correct? Before you were reintroduced to vaginal sex?" She had her tablet in hand again, taking notes on this session.
"Yes, Mistress."
"And how was that? Did you feel any unpleasant sensations? Difficulty in getting excited? Remember, I need the actual way you felt, not a pleasing lie." That was what Marilee had said to her after the attack.
"Mistress, I was apprehensive, as I'm sure you expected. Once I got the drug, of course, that changed my emotional state to desire and anticipation. The physical sensations were, as far as I can tell, exactly what they were when I had sex before the attack."
"And how are you today, 3349? You already answered about your vagina, but how are you emotionally? Can you, for instance, now have vaginal sex without that fear?"
"Yes, I believe so, mistress."
"As you understand, that's important to buyers! Speaking of, there's one more test I have to give you." The vet raised the gynecological stirrups attached to the foot of the exam table. "I'm sure you remember, I told you on your first day that I'd have to repeat the sexual response test when you weren't on Horny Juice. It's convenient to do it now, because we can't give any slave ildeslafine for the week before your auction. Buyers want to see your natural reactions, not false slave heat induced by medication." Marilee used the generic name of Horny Juice.
I think she enjoys the chance to talk to someone in technical-speak. She doesn't seem to have any assistants or other vets to talk to here.
Liz was--had been--a pharmacy technician, she could understand the medical jargon, especially about drugs.
While Liz thought, the vet had once more raised her legs in the the stirrups. No padded straps to hold them in place, though?
Marilee sure likes to molest female slaves. Although, actually, she seems to get a lot of satisfaction by giving us pleasure, doesn't she? I did lick her, but only after she pleasured me. I wonder if she's naked under that lab coat again.
"I won't devoice you, 3349, or bind you. I am relying on you to hold mostly still. Some squirming and thrusting and such is expected." Another smile. And then she leaned in and kissed Liz on the lips, standing beside the table so their mouths met at a right angle. Liz jerked, astonished. Within a second, she realized how good it felt. Nobody had passionately kissed her like this in months, not since... don't think about that now. Don't think at all. Feel how warm and soft those lips were, feel Marilee's left hand stroking her hair, feel a tongue not her own lick her lips, taste Marilee's cherry lip gloss. Feel her own breath whistling through her nose, as the kiss excited her. Feel!
Kiss back! Her fists clenched as she resisted the urge to caress Marilee, but Liz couldn't help gently sucking the older woman's lower lip, then extending her own tongue. The mouth over hers made gasping impossible as Marilee's right hand caressed her left boob, first grasping it, then stroking, approaching the nipple.
Marilee broke the kiss, leaving Liz's tongue protruding into air, moving over to kiss her right breast, continuing to caress the left. This time, Liz did gasp, loudly. The first time the vet had tied Liz down and stimulated her with hands and a vibrating dildo. This time she was using her mouth and it was glorious. Liz's own moaning filled her ears. Her nipples were so sensitized now, she could feel the breath from Marilee's nostrils and the hair on the vet's arms stimulate the scarlet twin peaks of Mount Liz.
Then Marilee moved further to get between Liz's legs and bent to kiss her mound. Unthinking, she whispered, "Please, Mistress. Please, please Marilee."
The doctor had just sucked Liz's outer labia into her mouth, and the sensation of her chuckling while doing that was indescribable and exciting and wondrous. Waves of feeling washed up from the sensitive lips into her belly, down to her thighs.
"3349, that was not nearly obsequious enough. I'm forced to punish you. I think orgasms are what you deserve."
Liz's eyes went wide open.
I totally forgot myself, and that's what she wanted. Katie said she was my biggest admirer. I never thought that could mean--
And then a soft tongue ran up and down her lower set of lips. For a time, she was just feeling, feeling tongue licking and lips sucking, feeling fingers grasping her butt. Writhing helplessly, even without being tied, staying still to please her mistress, her lover.
A smooth, wonderful finger penetrated her, sliding into her and caressing. The tongue was circling her pearl now, mostly not touching it, thrilling when it did.
Licking right over her most sensitive spot! She tipped over the edge and made wordless grunting noises, "Uh! Uh! Uh!" The finger was stroking her from inside, the tongue from outside. Her hips were bouncing up and down on the table, Marilee didn't stop licking and sucking, and Liz kicked right over into another orgasm, her voice rising in pitch, "Yes! Yes!" and the hands and the lips and the tongue slowed, and slowed, and held still, touching her inside and out but not doing anything, and she was gasping for air and her heart was pounding and she was grinning helplessly.
