A Good Girl Becomes a Slave Pt. 02

Continued from part 1

I had no idea how long I was in the box. The only sounds I heard were the rumbling of the truck I was being transported in. I slept but I don't know how long. I sipped on the tube and discovered that the CamelBak was filled with chicken broth. Apparently Daddy knew I'd be traveling long enough that I would need some nourishment. I tried to hold my bladder as long as possible but finally had to let go into my diaper.

Then the rumbling stopped and the motion of my box changed, stopped, started, etc. I heard voices through my breathing tube and then the sounds of the lid being pried off the box. The memory foam on top of me was lifted off and I squinted at the first light I had seen in who-knows-how-long. I heard a voice.

"Help her out." And I felt hands grab my arms and extricate me from the memory foam I was laying in. The Camelbak and diaper were removed and I was helped to step out of the box. My eyes adjusted and I saw 3 people: Two naked women, obviously slaves because they had numbers on their pubic mounds; and an elderly Man.

The Man looked like He might be in His late 60s with gray hair and beard and kind eyes. He was dressed like you might see Him at the grocery store: casual shirt and jeans. He had a slight smile on His face and I could see that He was appraising my physical features.

"I am the slave Overseer. And that is the last time you will look a Man in the eyes unless you are worshipping His Cock."

I lowered my eyes quickly and mumbled "Yes Sir."

"And in the future, if you speak, you will do so clearly and loudly."

"Yes Sir!"

"Can you walk?" He asked.

"Yes Sir."

"Then follow me."

The room we were in was obviously a loading dock but the truck that had transported me was already gone. We walked down a long hallway with cream walls and commercial tile floors. The place had a clinical look, almost like a hospital. We did not pass any windows.

We encountered two slaves that were engaged in cleaning the hallway. One was moping the floor and the other was washing the walls. Everything already looked sterile so it appeared that cleanness was important to the Owner. Neither slave looked at me as we passed.

We came to a doorway and Overseer turned into the room. "This is the slave storage room. you will be here whenever you are not following any orders. you will eat here, clean up here, sleep here, and be stored here."

On the immediate right as we came in were 3 toilets with no stalls. There was an enema bag hanging next to each one. Next to those was an open shower stall with 3 shower heads. On the wall opposite there was a kitchen. In the corner there were piled what looked like large dog beds and blankets. There were no chairs and the only tables were bolted to the floor and about stomach height. There was a large clock on one wall.

I could see cameras mounted on all the walls and microphones hanging down from the ceiling. It was obvious that slaves had no privacy in this room.

On the left wall there were 3 naked women, obviously slaves because they had numbers on their neck: 14, 9, 6. They were standing at attention facing the wall with their heads looking upwards. Their hands were at their sides. I could see that one of them was standing on her tiptoes and that her calves were quivering. Their respective numbers were written on the wall above their hooks.

Overseer walked towards the wall and I followed. He moved me into position facing the wall next to the other slaves. I glanced to the right and could see they were in a bit of distress. There were hooks in the wall and their nose rings had been hooked over them. The height of the hooks made it so there was tension on the ring and their noses if they didn't stand on tiptoes.

Overseer had me stand on a small block of wood and press my nose against the wall. He marked the spot on the wall with a sharpie. "A hook will be installed for your nose ring here. Whenever you are not otherwise occupied, you will use one of these blocks to hook your nose ring on the hook and then kick the block away. That leaves you helpless but in a suitable storage position until you are needed."

"Yes Sir."

The two slaves that had been present in the loading dock had followed us into the room. He motioned to them and said "Mount yourselves." They did so, using the block exactly as Overseer had described.

He moved me away from the wall and moved the block behind the number 6's feet. "Dismount." He said. she stepped onto the block on tiptoes and reached up and freed her nose from the hook. Pointing to the mark on the wall, he said, "See to it that a new hook is put at this spot. But first, show 29 how to shower and get her something to eat. I'll be back for her in 30 minutes.

"Yes Sir."

6 led me away from the wall and to one of the showers. Without speaking, she showed me everything I need to know to take a shower. Then she pointed to the enema bag and made a motion with her hand that informed me I was to clean my colon out also. Then she held up all 10 fingers. I looked quizzically. "you have 10 minutes to complete your shower and enema." she said. It was clear that we were allowed to speak only when absolutely necessary.

When I was done eating, she motioned me back to my place on the wall. she pointed to her nose and then the spot that Overseer had marked. I put my nose there and she left to get someone to install my nose hook. she returned with some tools and installed the hook in the wall herself. she used a sharpie to write my number above the hook. Then she pushed the block in place and motioned for me to hook myself to the wall.

I stood on the block on my tiptoes and lifted my nose ring over the hook. I could barely get it over the tip of the hooks without experiencing a sharp pain in my nose. Then 6 motioned me to relax my calves and step off the block. I did it slowly and had to tilt my head back to do it. 6 quickly removed the block and used it to mount herself to the wall just like I had. There were 6 of us mounted to the wall now and none of us could free ourselves. We needed someone to push the block under our feet.

I was on my tiptoes and my nose was already stretched. I felt like the ring would be ripped out if I relaxed to a standing position. I was struggling. My calves were tiring and I was trying to ease down to a standing position but it was painful to my nose. I started to panic when Overseer came back and said "Dismount" at the same time he pushed the block under my feet. I used my hand to release my nose but lifting my nose ring over the tip of the hook hurt.

Overseer released 6 also and pointed to the floor. 6 dropped to her knees and I followed suit. We both had our heads lowered and our hands behind our back.

"6, tell 29 the rules here."

"We are property of our Owner and have no rights or privileges. we have only rules and orders. Men are our superiors and we obey them whatever they order. We do not look Men in the eyes unless we are worshipping their Cock or Balls."

"Our bodies are to be available to Men at all times. We do not touch ourselves or give ourselves pleasure. Our pleasure is derived from our service to Men."

"We do not speak except for the following: 1) We respond when a Man addresses us. 2) We speak when there is an emergency. 3) We may speak to each other for the purposes of cooperating to obey orders or take care of our chores. 4) We may speak to a Man to beg for His Cum. It is our duty to obtain as much Man-Cum as possible."

"We treat other slaves as equals and do not try to Dominate them. We do not exhibit the undesirable female characteristics of jealousy, competitiveness, or vanity. We cooperate in all ways to please Men."

6 paused for a second and I saw an opportunity. "Overseer, may I have your Cum?"

He smiled and unzipped his pants and lowered them. I moved towards Him on my knees and started my cock worship by kissing and licking His balls.

Overseer allowed me to continue my Cock worship while He spoke. "6, what happens when a slave disobeys a rule or an order or is slow to obey?"

"she is punished Sir."

"Have there ever been instances of disobedience?"

"Unfortunately, yes Sir."

"Have you ever been punished 6?"

"I am ashamed to say that I have Sir."

"29, are you paying attention to how she speaks to me?" He used my hair to pull my mouth off of His balls I could answer. "Yes Sir". I was allowed to resume my task.

"6, I want you to list all of your infractions and how you were punished."

"Yes Sir. i spoke once to another slave about something inappropriate. Owner had my lips sewn together for a week. I was fed through a straw that was pushed through a gap in the stitches."

"The other time, I did not behave correctly towards another slave. we were both punished by piercing our tongues together for 3 days."

I was listening and learning but I was also concentrating on getting my prize. It was my first day and I wanted to earn my first Cum. I was deepthroating the Overseer now, making long strokes and gagging noises. I had one hand on His ass cheek, squeezing it, and one finger from my other hand up his anus, trying to massage His prostate.

"6, come around and tongue rim Me."

6 moves swiftly, took my hand aside and pushed her face deeply into His ass.

He was tensing up now and I could tell It was coming soon. "In your mouth and don't swallow." He said. He had my hair in His fists now and was pumping my head hard. He came and I held my head in place, letting Him fill my mouth.

Overseer relaxed, stepped back and said "Show it to Me." I leaned my head back and opened my mouth. He peered in and satisfied said "Share it with 6."

We did an elaborate cum-sharing performance, kissing each other, dripping it out of our mouths into the other, etc. Finally Overseer allowed us to swallow.

"6, we talked about punishments. Do you get rewards?"

"Yes Sir, we just received one."

"Correct. A few more things. As 6 said, there is no hierarchy among slaves but there are some that have been here longer, like 6. If you have a question, look for a slave with a low number to ask."

"6, mount yourself on the wall. 29, come with Me."

I quickly rose to my feet and followed the Overseer a few paces behind. We went down another hallway to another large room. On one end, the room was outfitted with every bondage and torture device I had ever seen in any porn movie and then some. An involuntary shiver went through my body. On the other side of the room were recliners and other comfortable-looking furniture that you might find in a living room. There was several studio-grade cameras on dollies, boom microphones, etc. that made it obvious that serious filming was done here.

"This is the Torture room. you will spend a lot of time here serving your Owner, Me and any other Men that appear here. We recover some of your upkeep here by selling time with the slaves to an exclusive clientele and by selling the porn we film here. This is also where you will be punished if needed. Our doctor will perform a physical examination on you tomorrow, in this room."

The room was empty except for the corner where a slave was bound to a table and another slave was bent over her pussy. The slave on the table was obviously in pain but she was silent. Overseer answered the question on my mind, "she is being punished. I observed her touching her clit in the shower. I had a small vibrator inserted into her cunt and her pussy lips are being sewn shut. she will be continuously stimulated until the batteries run dead."

We left the Torture room and continued to a smaller room that was well equipped with exercise equipment. Overseer spoke: "This is obviously the exercise room. your use of this room is voluntary although it is encouraged. Time spent here is time you do not spend hung on the wall."

We walked to the other side of the room where there was a counter with drawers. He opened a few of the drawers to display an assortment of dildos and gags. "Some of these stick to a mirror and you can practice taming your gag reflex. The internal penis gags can be used for that purpose too. FYI, Owner does not like being puked on. The graduated ones can be used to stretch your anus to accommodate bigger cocks."

We left the Exercise room and were walking back to the Storage room when we passed a small room with a slave in it extracting milk from her udders. Overseer noticed that I had seen her and we backed up and entered the room.

The slave had large udders that were obviously full of milk. Her number, 3, was tattooed on her forehead along with her pussy mound and the back of her neck. And her head was shaved.

"This is another way that the Owner makes money from his property. This slave is a cow and is required to milk herself 4 times a day. It may surprise you but there is a market for mother's milk. And you can tell from her number, she has been with us for awhile. Owner no longer uses her for sexual purposes so we shave her head."

The slave massaged her udders to help the flow of milk into the pump. she did not look up. I wondered what would happen to her when she reached menopause and could no longer produce milk. As if He could read my mind, the Overseer said. "We give the cows hormones to increase their milk production and keep them producing into old age.

We returned to the Storage room and Overseer unhooked 9 from the wall. "Show her around." He said as He walked out of the room. 9 motioned me over to the kitchen side of the room. 2 slaves were involved in cooking what looked like a stew. 9 showed me where things were in the kitchen. There was a lot of counter space with many drawers. In one area, the drawers had numbers on them. 9 pulled open the drawer labeled 29, which I discovered was my personal drawer.

In it were the clothes that has been sent with me and my birth control pills. That was the sum total of all my worldly possessions at this time. Another drawer, unlabeled, was shown to me. It contained diapers. I looked at her quizzically. she said "Period." Apparently, when we have our periods we wear a diaper.

Supper was the stew I saw being cooked, a piece of bread and a bowl of Romaine lettuce with no dressing. I had a choice of water or milk to drink. We ate standing at the high tables I saw earlier. We had 15 minutes to eat and then the slaves that had Man duties for the evening washed up and left. The rest of us cleaned up the dishes.

We were all mounted on the wall until 9:00 and then we were released. The other slaves picked up a dog bed from the corner and a blanket and laid it in the center of the room. I followed suit and curled up in my oversize dog bed. The lights went out at 9:15. As I lay there, my mind was full of apprehension and fear. Things were turning out so differently that I expected. But I also had a sense of purpose and contentment. I only had one thing to think about: obeying. If I did that, everything else would be good.

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We were wakened at 6:00 and worked together to make breakfast which was was scrambled eggs with chunks of Spam in it. Some of the slaves then showered and some went to the Exercise room. 6 found me on the treadmill and said "The doctor will be here at 9:00. Be in the Torture room to meet Him." I nodded. I decided to work on my gag reflex and then returned to the Storage room to shower. There was a small nook in the room with a mirror and makeup but none of the slaves were using it. Apparently it was for special occasions.

The physical exam from the doctor was worse than I expected and I expected it to be bad. It was obvious that he was the slave doctor because He was a sadist and loved making his examinations as painful as possible. The breast exam consisted of Him squeezing and twisting my udders so hard that the nipples produced a clear liquid that He licked up. He announced that I could be made to lactate if needed.

He used Icy Hot as the lubricant for the speculum that He stretched my pussy with and the large anal plug that He forced into my anus. But the worse was when I was bound to a steel table and shocked with electricity. The doctor bragged how He had obtained a machine used in electro-shock therapy and converted it into a device that tested "muscle tone". Meaning that he would touch the probe connected to the machine at various sensitive spots on my body and watch me writhe in agony and scream.

Finally it was over and I limped back to the Storage room and mounted myself on the wall. My calves were exhausted from the electric torture so I struggled to stay up on my toes. Overseer entered the room and observed my struggling. He came over and dismounted me and told me I could rest on a dog bed until lunch. "After lunch, get yourself ready to serve the Owner."

My heart jumped in my chest. Finally, I would get to meet my Owner! I felt like a bridge in an arranged marriage that was going to meet her husband for the first time.

I discovered that the Owner always had a harem of slaves that served Him so I would not be alone with Him. The other slaves that were designated for Owner service that evening got together after lunch to help groom each other.

We all showered and gave ourselves thorough enemas to ensure that nothing nasty would come out of our anus, no matter how deep it was probed. We shaved and plucked and waxed hair from our cracks. Owner liked very simple hair styles so we did the best we could to make them attractive. Owner's favorite perfumes were available and we all chose a fragrance. When we were all done, we inspected each other to ensure we were as perfect as possible.

As a harem, we were diverse. It was clear that the Owner liked variety because that's what we represented: tall, short, thin, curvy, different hair colors, different udder sizes. The only thing we all had in common was that we were owned females with numbers tattooed on our bodies.

We were called in at different times, so I mounted myself on the wall to wait. I was nervous with anticipation and for good reason. I knew nothing about the Man that Owned me and my sole purpose in life was to please Him. Who wouldn't be nervous?

I had yet to see any of His "work" but suspected He was a sadist. I had bruises on my udders from my "medical exam" but I had observed some of the other slaves with bruises, welts, and whip marks all over their bodies.

After a time, the Overseer dismounted me and I followed Him down the hallway in a different direction than I had been before. We got in an elevator He pushed 2. From the buttons, it appears that the slave quarters were below ground. We exited the elevator into opulent and luxurious surroundings. It appeared that my Owner was quite wealthy. I had gathered that already based on the number of slaves He owns.

We went a short distance down the hallway and the Overseer pointed to a doorway. "Go on in. He's expecting you." I had already decided that I would enter the room on all 4s but the Overseer anticipated that and said "No, enter standing with your hands behind your back and your eyes downward. Pause inside the door and wait for Him to address you."

I did as He instructed and was greeted with a friendly voice: "29! Come in and sit here on the floor next to Me."

To Be Continued