"When will this be over?" Rhonda thought two hours later. "I'm too old for this shit!" she accidentally muttered aloud. The guard overheard her and smirked but did not rebuke her. Rhonda was sweating profusely and gasping for breath as were all the other women. For the past two hours the guard had put them through a strenuous workout. Slave yoga did not appear that arduous when they watched it on the video screen. At the start of the class, Rhonda's primary concern was how the humiliating poses displayed her body. Now she no longer cared how her widespread legs displayed her vagina and anus. She had other considerations apart from her modesty. One by one her classmates had dropped out, physically unable to move. The first to collapse was a slightly chubby black girl about twenty five. Rhonda thought with satisfaction, she had lasted longer than a girl almost half her age.
"Flip over" was the next command. In the attempt to go quickly from a position on all fours to one where the hands and feet were on the floor beneath and the body facing upwards pelvis raised high, four more women collapsed to the floor unable to get up. Rhonda was slower than the expected quick jump into position, but she made it without falling. She held the pose with her spread legs facing her instructor. The instructor called a halt. "I think I wore y'all out, already." the guard declared with a grin.
"Present" the guard called. All the women scrambled to their feet with hands behind their heads, and spread their legs wide. "Not too bad for a bunch of lazy ass slaves. Most of you obviously don't exercise." the guard said as she strolled down the line of panting, sweaty women. "Poke those tits out at me like you are offering me your nipples." she said to correct one's posture. "But I think a few of you did not make much of an effort, so I am gonna to give you a little incentive to work harder next time. You,, you, and you three step forward." When the women did, the guard said. Only you five, "Display" The woman turned and bent over, legs spread wide, head down. "You are getting five with my strap. Break position and I add three more. Lose your place a second time and you will get an extra seven and all will be like we did in the classroom, forearms and elbows on a chair.
Only the first woman took her stripes without failing once. She cried out every time the strap connected with her exposed backside. The second woman fell once but took her extra three without moving. She was crying when it was over, but managed to not scream as loudly as the first slave. The other three were in miserable shape by the time they took their total fifteen stripes. "I can smell sweat and pussy." the guard said. "The sweat's from the exercise, but I think y'all are aroused from showing me your holes. That proves you're all horny slaves at heart. Good."
"Line up at the door. We are going to go get you cleaned up." She led them through the hallways to the shower room. Four of the attendants awaited them.
"Okay, we are going to do this a little different than we did this morning. We are not going to hoist your arms over your head. You will stand with your legs spread wide, arms out to the side and up. I want access to every inch of your body. Break position and you get hoisted up and then I might use a brush on you instead of these soft little mittens. We will rinse you down when we get you all scrubbed. Line up! Five to a row!"
The group got into place arms up and held out, legs spread as wide as the slave could and still hold her balance. They were in no mood to test the attendants' patience. Each attendant pulled on large fluffy mittens. Rhonda saw the tubs of sudsy water nearby. The attendants plunged both hands into the soapy water and stepped forward. "Hold your position and I will let you wipe your face with your hand when I am finished." the woman told Rhonda. She started at one arm then quickly scrubbed Rhonda across her back and to the other arm. She stepped around in front of Rhonda and after another dip into the soapy water began Rhonda's front. She was a little rough as she scrubbed Rhonda's B-cup breasts deliberately bouncing and jostling them in the process.. Rhonda usually wore a bra and after exercising with her breasts bouncing around, they were a little tender. "Close your mouth and hold your breath." The woman rubbed her face quickly. Rhonda felt soap pushed up her nose. She clamped her mouth shut knowing the tech would not care if her mouth filled with the soapy solution. A few seconds later it was over. "Keep your eyes shut and breath through your mouth. Then she felt the woman scrub the lower half of her body, spending much of that effort over her groin and ass crack. Then a quick pass down both legs. "Good, slave! You can wipe the excess off your face with your hands." Rhonda actually felt thankful for the consideration.
The attendant went to the next woman in line and repeated the process. Finally the lead attendant pronounced them ready to be rinsed. The slaves were allowed to move their upper body to rub where the water was hitting to make sure to get all the soap off. At one point she heard the woman with the hose say to someone down the line. "Did I tell you to close your legs? Now spread them. Matter of fact pull your lips open, I want to make sure we don't leave any soap around your slutty hole." The slave squealed at what Rhonda guessed was a hard blast of water right into the woman's vulva. "Guess that clit is clean now, dontcha think?" The slaves were handed towels and told to step to the dry area and dry off and then line up at the door.
Rhonda was shaky but did not realize how dehydrated she was until she sat at the table for her evening bowl of slave chow. A nude woman came around and refilled their plastic cups as soon as they were empty. Rhonda was feeling better by the time she finished eating and drinking three large cups of water.
At the table behind her Rhonda heard one woman say to other. "I hope nobody I know shows up tomorrow. Not even my sister unless she came up with enough money to buy me. Nobody will let me talk to her since the trial so we could talk about ways she might be able to handle the cost. My brother in law was seriously pissed I got convicted. He told me several times my asshole ex-boyfriend was no good. But I let my pussy over-ride my brain. I am really hoping he and my sister scraped up the money to buy my ass but I'm not counting on it. I'll piss myself if anybody else I know shows up."
"At least you got somebody who might help you. My family looked at me like I was a pile of shit. Well, my stepdad did. My mom just sat and cried when I was convicted. I wish I had known that once you are found guilty you can't talk to anybody but your lawyer. And then only for the one conference to see if he thinks you have a shot at an appeal. Just requesting an appeal costs you five more years of slavery if your conviction is not overturned. It wasn't worth the risk. I knew I was guilty but I still hoped I could get off by showing what do they call it, 'mitigating circumstances'. My husband was cheating on me. I should have just ruined his balls instead of hitting him over the head with the bat."
"Girl, you know he would have owned your ass if you crushed his nuts. That restitution bullshit. And payback is a mother!" a third woman said. "At least with him dead, he can't get revenge. I think the jury DID think you had at least a little just cause. You only got thirty years instead of life. You'll be what when you get free? Fifty five? If you ain't too fucked up in the head like that woman said we might get, you'll still have some years left."
The third woman continued, "Hell, I got thirty five years for armed robbery. I should had taken the plea bargain and taken twenty. But they made it sound like the trial was only for the one store. Then at court they showed where I done three other places. I'll be a slave for life, well until I'm sixty five anyway. " The women started to talk more softly and Rhonda could not hear anything else.
Rhonda remembered what she had said to Ms Dubois about Wanda 539. "Uhh Wanda. I did not have the chance to ask you first. But I tried to send a message to my owner about what you said to me at lunch. You know, your owner maybe looking to sell you. I thought he might make an offer. You would have a lot of value."
