The selective service slave part 11

[mikey22]

After getting the bulls off. Misty was then put in bondage. Restrained with her arms and legs spread apart for hours. Among the others that came in with her. The public servants. The news reporter and the blonde the runaway blonde slave that created these problems for them all.
The old elderly couple was also still around. They just chained them down to there wheel chairs and locked them in place so they couldn’t roll around wherever they wanted.

It was interesting that they arrived mixed in with probably a thousand slaves on the barge. But they were able to keep them together in there groups.

After hours of bondage. They were then taken to another room. All were made to kneel and wait. While one by one was taken to another room. And restrained to an examination type table.

When Misty got her turn. She lay there all spread out. With her mouth still gagged. While some old guy walked around her with a clip board in hand. Looking her naked body over.

He puts the clipboard down and groping her big tits several times.

“ Nice tits! Probably your best feature! “
He said coldly. Before pulling, stretching and pinching her thick puffy nipples.

He then turned his attention to her pussy. Sliding four fingers into her with ease.

“ Yeah I can tell this one’s been around the block a few times! “
He mumbles to himself. While looking at her chubby belly and thick thighs.
He pulls out of her pussy and slapped her thigh. Watching her cellulite jiggle. He shook his head in disgust.

“ Why do they waist my time with these? That’s not gonna be a profitable piece there? “

He finished filling the paperwork. Select minus. Is the grade he gave her. And didn’t want to give her that.
That was just the bottom line of the grade scale.

So for Misty it was looking like she was probably gonna be headed over seas. Or maybe to the pet store.

She was then freed from the table and returned back with the others.
After all were graded. They all were then taken to there cages. All were securely locked inside.

Eventually all folded up within the cage. Misty finds some way to fall asleep.

Hours later.

They all were awakened by somebody putting a plastic dog bowl down in front of there cages.
It was referred to as slave stew or slave slop. But the consistency of it and the smell. Resembles more like just canned dog food.
There was no fork or spoon. Or napkins. Just put your face in the bowl and eat away like an animal.

“ Yuck! This stuff tastes bad! “
She said trying to eat it. By then she was quite hungry.
She’d lost all knowledge of what time it was. There was no clocks. Or windows where they were housed.

She just knew time seemed to move slowly. After there bowls were collected. They all were marched into the shower room and given there daily enigmas. Of course they all sat on the toilet in front of everyone to expel the fluid.

It was bad enough being naked in front of everyone. But taking a shit in front of everyone was quite unnerving.

Once that humiliating task was done. They all were taken to a gymnasium and were taught by slaves some basic slave yoga moves.
A lot of emphasis was made on this. Apparently those positions was what was expected of them when it got auction block time.