On the morning of the fourth day, as the dirty breakfast dishes were being cleared away, a loud bark of, "ATTENTION!" echoed through the dorm. Justine and Nurse Betty entered through their special door.
"At ease, ladies," said Justine. "I have good news to convey today! After a superb performance last night and the acceptance of pussy while so calmly overcoming her internal resistance, we have decided to reward 3Y with an additional ten points. I will do the honors of replacing her chain. Betty will bring her thicker pad. Congratulations, 3Y. Job well done."
Applause broke out throughout the dorm, thundering, echoing, before Justine continued. "Also, 3Y, we know that you have needs. Today is your free day, freedom to play with yourself as much as you want. You're free to come during any of the orgasm sessions...with one requirement. We still need to move your program along. So you're allowed to come in any of the orgasm or masturbation sessions, provided one finger is firmly planted in your anus. This is not to humiliate you, but to prepare you for the next steps. Thank you for your efforts, 3Y, and we look forward to the day of your graduation from the mint. It has now become closer."
Even if not meant for that express purpose, it was still humiliating, thought Katie. Perfect. But the anticipation of orgasming as much as she wanted for the entire day made her pussy throb, her thighs grow hot and moist. Not to mention the longer chain. Right now the humiliation she'd be required to pay seemed like an acceptable trade-off.
Her longer chain was attached and Katie reveled in the extra freedom to move. When Betty brought her three inch foam pad, Katie smiled and sighed as she laid her stiff body down on it. It felt like heaven.
Y giggled at Katie's blissful sighs. "One more perk is now you can come with us to use the exercise machine. They encourge us to engage in physical training and maintain our muscles. You already look very, very good."
"Thank God," Katie replied. "I've always been a runner, often twenty or thirty miles a week. Being so sedentary the past couple of days has driven me nuts."
"You'll be a snap for the physical requirements for graduation, then," Y said. "In fact, there's a good chance you can hundred out. Are you able to do a seven minute mile?"
"Yeah, I can do that. I've definitely done it more than once. I've never quite gotten it down to six, but I can do six and a half to seven minutes. Will that top out?"
Y nodded. "That's part of the physical test. Yeah, you should go for 100, girl, especially if you're in that good of shape."
"Thanks, Y. I will. That's actually one of the things I'm looking forward to." Katie rolled over onto her tummy and rested on her elbows to continue her chat with Y. It felt so good to be relatively unconstricted! "I have to say, despite my performance to get my longer chain, I'm still not into the bisexual stuff. I'm not very comfortable with it and really have to push myself or be completely insane with the need to come."
Y laughed and nodded. "Well, we're all different. Some of us get over that and some of us have even grown to like it a lot. You go at your own speed, but eventually you have to pass the test so they know you can do it. A lot of things are going to be thrown at you, and just because you don't love them doesn't mean you can't handle them. If you don't do well on the tests, you won't get a high grade and that will probably show up on your catalog information. Then you're less likely to attract a buyer who wants someone very bisexual. Basically, you need to average out at least 850 points to get through the process. What you lose by not performing well in the bisexual tests, you can make up for in the physical training. It should probably balance out and you'll do fine."
After morning exercise, toilet, shower, and breakfast, Y shuffled over to her with the large, intimidating-looking dildo in hand. She smiled at Katie and then scooted down next to her.
"Hey," she said. "Congratulations again on winning your longer chain."
"Thanks!" Katie smiled. "It was a scary, but worth it."
"Well, I'm proud of you, girl. You've shown a lot of guts and determination so far."
"I owe a lot to you and your help," Katie said sincerely. "You've been a good friend to me since this started, Y, and I just want you to know that I appreciate it a lot."
"No problem," Y answered. "Oh, and by the way, since we are friends, I think we should know each other's real names instead of these stupid numbers." She stuck out her hand. "I'm Abby Ricardo. Pleased to meet you."
Katie smiled. "I'm Katie Wellington. Pleased to meet you, too, Abby."
Abby smiled wide, displaying even white teeth. "From now on, when I say 3Y, I'll be thinking your name. We need to remember so we can find each other when we get back to the real world." Katie's eyes widened at Abby's reference to escaping. Abby glanced over her shoulder, then turned back and spoke quietly. "Here, put this dildo in your mouth. I'm supposed to be counseling you on different ways of dealing with a stubborn gag reflex. Practice sucking and keep at it. Act as if I'm talking you through it. They can't hear us right now but it's not good for them to see us doing a lot of whispering, suspicious bastards."
Now, Katie's interest was piqued. Abby's words seemed overtly conspiratorial, far from the cooperative Mint student she seemed on the surface. Katie quickly did as Abby directed and pretended to be practicing her fellatio techniques.
"Very good!" Abby praised. "Now, what I wanted to talk to you about is how to keep your sanity in this place. You need to keep yourself intact as an individual, keep alive the possibility of escape." Katie's heartbeat sped up, but she didn't let it show. "Over the upcoming weeks you're going to hear, from various girls and especially from me, all of the different things we've learned over the years. Stuff I've learned because someone else observed it three years ago and passed it on. We've all come to the conclusion, like you did very early on, that there's no escaping the Mint. Any possibility of escape is going to occur after we're out of here." Again, she glanced around nervously.
"You don't know how glad I am to hear others have been thinking what I'm thinking," Katie responded, dutifully trying to look as if she was interested in the dildo training. "I had a sense some might, but no one has spoken of it until now."
"That's because we'd pay dearly for talk of this if caught." She put her hand on the dildo as if showing Katie a new stroking technique. "Here's what we know," she continued. "Did you notice the collars the girls were wearing during the M sessions? Those collars have a little box affixed to the back of them. We had an electrical engineer come through here and she's pretty sure those collars are polarized, with a non-conductive clasp. Meaning that those are effectively a shock collar most likely triggered by GPS, so they know where you're at. If you're going outside of a certain perimeter, the shock collar will kick in and probably have the effect of a stun gun. It'll take you straight down to the ground." Abby maneuvered the dildo in front of Katie's face, blocking her lips from being seen. "Now here's what we figure. You get your escape opportunity, and that is something you plan...for months, you know, because you very likely will only get one escape opportunity. You screw it up and they'll double down security on you, so you need to plan to get them as relaxed and confident as you can. But before you leave, we are pretty sure you can neutralize the shock of those collars buy wrapping it with aluminum foil. A continuous piece of aluminum foil around the neck would effectively short out the voltage, hopefully. We're not sure of how their design works, but we hope that the GPS and the shock collar use the same power supply and there's not a separate battery. As long as that's the case, when you short out, there's a good chance you'll fry the unit, killing the GPS. We're not one hundred percent certain of that so your plans need to account for the fact that they might still be tracking you or they might not be tracking you. Don't take a risk. You need to have a plan so tight that you can move quickly. There's other ways to shield the GPS, and I'll get into that later. I just want to give you a sample of information that you'll be hearing from us over the next couple of months."
"I can't believe it," said Katie. "If all of the girls know this stuff, how has management not figured it out?"
"That's true," Abby conceded. "We figure management knows we talk along these lines when we get the chance to. But we don't think they have a sense of the depth of knowledge we are able to impart to one another before we leave. I don't think they believe they can do much about us chatting amongst ourselves and that's it's just not worth the effort to try and stop us most of the time. Also, if you look at the way they're set up in what they're doing, they don't want to adopt something that's so...you know...controlling that we lose part of ourselves in the process. There is a system but it's a gentle system here, in a way. They work on that balance. But anyway, you'll hear more." Then she froze and nonchalantly said, "Oh, and by the way, let's do a better job of displaying your pussy right now."
"What?" Katie almost choked on her dildo, caught off guard by the sudden change in topic.
Abby placed the dildo down, ran her free hand up Katie's thigh, and separated her legs, spreading them wide so Katie could thrust her pussy forward.
"It's part of the routine," Abby said. "It's part of what you're supposed to be learning here, part of what I'm supposed to be coaching you on. I know it seems stupid at times but they do have a reason to get us showing off ourselves this way. It is one of their ways to keep lowering our inhibitions so we can master the techniques we need to learn. We'll have to know how to deal with situations we normally wouldn't get into in our personal lives. We're learning about sexual fetishes, things of that nature. Some stuff you might have explored or thought about, while much of it is new terrain."
Katie shook her head, "This bend over pussy/ass coming to attention display thing, it seems so childish, must have been some perverted guy's idea."
