By the time a week had passed, Anna was completely exhausted and almost out of her mind. With the reality of her situation starting to set in, a schedule quickly began to form mostly revolving around the training Eric decided for her every day. By far the worst part of being a slave though was the frustration and denial of the chastity belt around her waist. With her edging sessions increased to an hour and a half now after Eric decided to raise the limit, that meant almost a hundred minutes a day of writhing on the floor of her cell crying as she pulled on the metal shield in vain.
If it was just the stimulation alone then maybe she could take it but the feeling of having her empty pussy clench down over and over again on nothing without relief almost drove her insane. The fact that the stimulation was only mental instead of physical only made it worse. With a push of a button, they could make her feel anything they wanted from vibrations around her clit to the lash of a whip. Tormented like this day after day, even her breasts soon became sore, her nipples always hard now from the constant dampness always present on the inside of her thigh. Her mind wandered back to what Eric had said the day of her first training session and she shuddered at the thought. If just the first week was this bad, she didn't know how she could survive for the next three months.
As bad as the situation was however, at least her training sessions remained much the same. Ever since the first time Eric brought her to the training room, the following sessions had gone about the same. Dress off, kneel know, suck with her mouth for an hour and then she was free to go. With practice, she had even gotten the punishments down to a minimum as well. It was always inevitable that her teeth scrape against the dildo every now and then but for the most part she was able to keep the post from falling down. It still hurt to feel the touch of imaginary clothespins clamping down on her nipples and clit but the strap between her legs was much worse. The first time she felt it, she almost thought she had died. It was hard to decide which part of it she hated more, the impact against her anus or the pain as it wrapped around to strike her clit.
Besides the times when she was called for training sessions or when Carlos brought her meals, the men ignored her for the most part. Anna wasn't naive enough to think that it would continue on like this forever however and laying on the cot in her cell, she looked up to see Carlos approaching her once more. She had just had lunch a few hours earlier, dry cereal with some milk on top, and Eric had already finished with her for the day. Sitting up, she turned to watch Carlos stop before her cell.
"Lift your dress up and present", he said.
"That only works when you have my food", sighed Anna, "Dinner isn't for a few more hours at least"
"Shame, and I thought you were finally starting to obey", said Carlos.
He stood leaning against a stack of crates to the side with a bored look on his face. Anna waited for him to talk again but he said nothing, watching her with his eyes. Finally, when she couldn't take the silence any longer, she opened her mouth to speak.
"Why are you here?", said Anna, "If you want to see my breasts again then you're not going to get what you want"
"Eric told me to bring you to the studio", said Carlos, "Picture day"
"Picture what?", said Anna.
"Picture day", said Carlos, "We sell slaves for a living remember? Can't do that without some pictures to show off your goods as well"
He stepped forward to unlock her age and Anna glared at him with all the disgust she could muster when she realized what he wanted her to do.