Fearful Future by Joe Doe / Part 12 by GreyRose
Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2025 3:45 am
Fearful Future by Joe Doe / Part 12 by GreyRose
When I started this chapter, I had planned on 0717 being on the road again as the break point, but there just seemed so much happening that she still has an appointment to keep in the next chapter before she leaves this facility.
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By the time that the wrangler Mitch had sent arrived, Sarah had shaken off most of the slave mind that had come over her. But the power it held over her frightened her terribly. She could not believe how easily she kept falling into a slave girl mindset.
Had it been just a week? Was it a week, what day was today? It was Thursday evening when she had started this, before Arjun took over control. The thought of Arjun brings out a shiver. The power he had radiated when he collared her, and then later he looked so confident and in charge when she last saw him. Her feelings were confused towards him. He had been her intern for months, and she had treated him with disdain; she knew the admin’s laughed at how he was treated by her. Then when she just needed him to simply obey, he somehow became someone completely different. That her obsequious assistant had somehow become someone confident and in control, control of her.
The thought brought another shiver, one that ran up and then down her spine, ending in her pussy re-igniting the slave heat she had so recently pulled herself out of.
Sarah’s introspection was derailed when a wrangler, a woman with short blond hair, in her mid twenties entered the office space. She pulled out a scanner and checked Sarah’s collar, once she confirmed she had slave girl 0717 she unhooked Sarah’s leash from the wall and led her out into the hallway. Before leaving the office area the wrangler turned off all of the lights and locked the door behind her.
Checking a tablet the wrangler pulled out, she entered Sarah’s SIN. “We’re off to get you to your block move training, 0717. Lucky you.” The way the wrangler said that didn’t inspire any warm fuzzy’s. Block moves? Why would… Oh…
Sarah was distracted by this news and just followed the blonde wrangler in a daze. Block moves are what slave girls used to attract the most attention, to prove they are the most desirable. They are used when a slave girl is auctioned off. This had all started because she wanted to feel what it was like to be sold.
She laughed at the Sarah Powers from last week, so innocent. That Sarah wouldn’t have fully understood what it felt like to be auctioned. In the days since Arjun locked her slave collar around her neck, she had learned so much about what it meant to be a slave girl. To be auctioned now would be a much deeper and intense experience compared to what she might have felt those few days previous.
This led her to another thought, if she learned so much in a week, how much more will she know a week from now? What more does she have to learn and how will fate deliver those lessons?
Sarah was so deep in her own thoughts that she was startled when the wrangler stopped to open a door and pull her charge inside. But adrenalin can be a good thing, as the sudden panic generated enough so that she managed to stop before running into the wrangler.
As Sarah refocuses on what’s going on around her, she sees that the room is about the size of a normal yoga classroom. Inside are 4 slave girls each running through a routine, with 2 slave instructors observing and correcting when needed. Sarah watched what the slave girls were doing and was shocked. She knew about block routines and had watched plenty of them, but never with the thought that she would need to do one!
The wrangler lets the door close behind 0717, as one of the slave instructors stopped in front of her, “Mistress, what can this slave do for you?”
The wrangler handed over 0717’s leash, “This one needs to prepare a block routine, I understand that she’s new to the collar and hasn’t worked one up on her own.” The wrangler finished by turning to 0717 and giving her a wry smirk, as if she knew something that Sarah didn’t..
The slave instructor accepted 0717’s leash, “Thank you Mistress. May this slave know how long we have to get this… “, she paused and looked Sarah over carefully. “Uh, this raw slave prepared?"
Turning back to the slave instructor, “Oh sorry, let me get back to you about that! We wouldn’t want you to double book your events calendar, would we?” The chill in her voice should have caused ice to form, and the glare from her eyes could have drawn blood.
“T-thank you Mmistress, for delivering this slave to me for instruction.” The slave instructor dropped to her knees, the short lead between her fist and Sarah’s collar meant she was pulled to her knees as well.
With what could only be called an evil laugh the wrangler turns back to the door, “You know what will happen if she embarrasses us on the block. If that happens I will take you under my wing for… personal attention.”
As soon as the door closed behind the wrangler, the slave instructor leapt to her feet, her hand to Sarah’s shoulder kept her on her knees. “Gail, I’ve got to take this one for individual instruction. Are you good, handling these 4 on your own?”
The slave instructor named Gail replied, “Yeah Debbie, these sluts know their routines. If they make any mistakes while it's just me, they’ll be well stripped for each mistake.” As she said that, she swished the crop she had in hand viscously, and Sarah saw that the four slaves going through their moves started moving faster, but she couldn’t tell if they were just as precise as before.
Gail paused and added, "What did you do to get on Mistress Johana’s bad side?”
Debbie shook her head, “It’s Tuesday? Or the commissary got her coffee order wrong? It’s Mistress Johana, she doesn’t need a reason to be…. That way.” In that pause Sarah clearly heard ‘a Bitch’, but Debbie didn’t risk actually saying that out loud about a free person.
Debbie, yanked Sarah’s leash with one hand as the other slid up its length until it was right where it links to her collar. And says, “You better be a fast learner.” Before she turns and pulls 0717 into the hall. While Sarah is confused about the sudden need for her to learn block moves, she is momentarily distracted by; Debbie having said ‘it's Tuesday’, but I thought it was Thursday?
Shaking her head, today is today, a slave doesn’t need to know what day of the week it is.
Sarah pays attention as the slave instructor takes her down the hall only a few doors. Put on edge by the mood of the slave instructor holding her leash, and the intensity of the wrangler that threatened them. Sarah is now very frightened, the wrangler seemed to expect her to fail and that would put Debbie into her clutches. The instructor was dragging her through another door, into a much smaller room, one that had some thick pads spread out and what appeared to be a sound system. The slave instructor Debbie, unhooked the leash and went to the desk and pulled out a key that would unlock the cuffs. As she came back towards Sarah, she made a twirling motion with her empty hand.
Understanding, Sarah spun so her cuffed hands were in easy reach of the other slave.
“Unless a free person steps into this room, you are to address me as Mistress. Now you’ve got a lot to do and no time to do it in.” The slave instructor told her. “In this room you WILL perfect a block routine.”
After an ominous pause, she continues bemused, “So you’ve really never worked up a block routine?”
Sarah just shook her head indicating no, at a glare she added, “No Mistress.” Her slave mistress nodded.
Since Sarah Powers was super rich and was careful with that money, she knew there would never be a need for her to master a block routine. Being sold as part of a consignment lot, there wouldn’t have been any need. Just stand in front of the bidders as they screamed their bids. She wondered how these people knew that she had never worked one up, her not knowing a block routine wasn’t in her SIN profile.
With a deep sigh, the instructor shook her head, not willing to admit defeat, “All righty then. Let's see how you move.” Pointing to the middle of the room, “Go ahead start doing your slave yoga moves. Do them as perfectly as you can, but make them quick. Let’s see how screwed we are.”
Sarah scurries to the center of the room, “Yes Mistress.” She paused for a moment to center herself. She tried to recreate what she had felt when she got compliments in the class this morning. She focused on that and started running through the positions and mantra’s. At first it was hard, but after Mistress Debbie gave her a couple of stinging swats with a crop, she forced herself to stop thinking so much, and get out of her head.
Wait, where did she get a crop… No, focus on what’s important. Sarah forced her mind to go blank, no thoughts, just let her body move from one position into the next.
Sarah hadn’t counted how many moves she went through before Mistress told her to stop. She stood there panting and dripping in sweat. The mistress was pinching the bridge of her nose as if trying to keep a headache from forming.
“You’re not a clutz, in fact you are pretty limber and moved well through all of the positions.” Sarah felt proud at this comment. Mistress Debbie continued, “But you were showing no passion! So do you want to be bought by an S&M Pain bar?” That thought terrified Sarah. The slave girls in those places were little more than meat to be hacked up.
“I don’t want to be any closer to Mistress Johana than I was a few minutes ago. I am not going to accept you being a frigid bitch while on the block!. I haven’t seen what your rating is in your SIN profile, did they list you only as Choice?” As Mistress Debbie was saying this she was walking around Sarah, stroking her bottom, her vagina and her breasts with the crop. Sarah was crushed by what her mistress was saying of her performance.
“I see from the marks on your ass that you’ve been a bad girl.” Standing to one side she strokes the red marks on Sarah’s flesh. With a swift flick of the crop another stripe is added to her collection. “Being less than perfect is not an option for you! Not about this.” Grabbing Sarah by her hair, she bends her backward, until her breasts pointed at the ceiling. Mistress Debbie glares into Sarah’s eyes. “We’re going to try this another way. KNEEL!”
She keeps Sarah’s back arched as Sarah sinks to her knees. With her head almost touching the mat, “Now you will lather yourself up. I want you dripping, no I want you flowing pussy juice. And then we’ll try this again. For every move you make that doesn’t scream ‘I am a hot slut begging for you to rape me!’, you will earn 10 stripes from this crop! DO. I. MAKE. MYSELF. CLEAR?”
With her neck stretched like this it is hard for her to speak, so it comes out as a ragged whisper. “Yes Mistress. I need to be squirting like a slut in heat.” Even as she is responding, the fingers of her right hand dives between her pussy lips, and she frantically starts working herself into a slave mind heat.
The slave instructor releases Sarah’s head with a shove and stands up. Taking several steps back, then she slowly starts circling Sarah. This makes Sarah feel like she’s being stalked, which doesn’t help.
Sarah closes her eyes and remembers this morning how when the wrangler punished her how she got all drippy. Then she drifted back to what the veterinarian had done to her on the exam table. Both got her worked up, she could feel her honey covering her hand.
While these thoughts pulled her out of this room and away from the slave with the crop, it is when she brings up the memory of Arjun, snapping the collar around her neck that the rest of the world totally faded away.
In her mind she was there, kneeling in the collar position, looking up at him holding her collar. She watched the interplay of thoughts that flashed across his face too swiftly for her to read. She watched as his whole body changed how he stood taller and with more confidence. He became calmer and she could feel a sudden strength in him as a smile came across his face. Then with more authority than she had ever seen in him, he leaned down and casually snapped the collar shut on her throat. At that instant she was 0717, his slave.
As 0717 was about to come at this thought, the crop shoved her hand away from her pussy.
“Uh, uh, uh! No joy for you, not until you’ve earned it. Whatever you are thinking now is what I want you to keep in mind as you do your block moves.” The slave instructor's voice is like velvet, stroking her soul. When 0717’s hand is laying on her thigh, the crop dances its way up her belly and nudges her rock hard nipples. “Whatever or maybe it's Whoever… You are thinking about has your slave heat all fired up. Keep that thought front and center in your mind. Stand up!”
Keeping Arjun’s smile as he snaps closed her collar firmly in her mind’s eye, 0717 rises to her feet. She isn’t in a position to see it, but Debbie notices how the way she moves right now is completely different than before. She can see a needy slut before her, once 0717 is standing ready, Debbie barks out a move, then another, before she calls out a third move the slut before her starts moving all on its own.
Debbie watches as the slut glides from one position to another, the nectar flowing from her slut box and speckling the mats under her as she goes along. As the slut lays herself down and shifts into different positions the honey she’s been dripping gets smeared all over her body.
The slave instructor sees slaves all day long and has seen beautiful sluts in heat, but this one is the hottest one she’s seen in quite a while. The bidding on her will be insane!
“Stop!” The barked command brings 0717 to a halt, “Present!”
The dripping of her pussy is lost in the sweat shining all over her body. Debbie walks over to the desk, and sits on the edge of it. “0717! Come kneel.” She points with the crop a spot right between her legs.
In a haze of slave mind, 0717 kneels where ordered. Her eyes locked on the slave instructor’s pussy just inches from her nose. “Well slut? What are you waiting for? Time for you to thank me.”
0717’s pussy had been denied an orgasm when she had found her slave heat focus, then the block dancing she had just done added to that heat and she still wasn’t able to get that final extra and explode in an orgasm! With that need fogging her mind, she saw the slave instructor's juicy snatch right in front of her. 0717 didn’t have much experience with women, so she just tried to do what pleased her. She licked and sucked all of the sensitive places that she liked to get attention, and she could hear the other slave start to moan fairly quickly.
Debbie grabs 0717’s head and keeps her pressed in deeply, throwing her head back as she reacts to efforts of the eager slave working at pleasing her mistress. The newly minted slave kept going...
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Upstairs, Arjun was sitting in an office with Mitch, both giving their full attention to a monitor showing the room the two slaves were in. The two men had adjusted themselves several times as 0717 finally found her slut groove.
Mitch smiled, “I cannot believe how quickly she went from not to hot! The auction house will go nuts when she’s up on the block.”
Arjun leaned back in his chair, nodding with a smile on his face. “I thought so. She gets so into her head she loses touch with the world around her. That slave instructor is good, she saw immediately what 0717 needed to get her into a proper slave mind.” He pauses as he sips his beer.
Arjun asks, “This beer is excellent, German?” Mitch nods and sends the brand to him by text.
Getting back to business, “Were there any problems or issues in arranging the auction for tonight?” Arjun asks, taking another sip of beer.
Mitch shakes his head, “No problems at all, since you had let us know as soon as her shipment was on the road, I was able to get started on the arrangements quick enough. We’ve done special auctions on shorter notice than this a number of times.”
Mitch continues, “0717 and the others for tonight's special auction will be cleaned up, run through the primping parlor and set up on display frames by 7:00 pm. Those wanting to be in the auditorium for the event will be able to get hands on the merchandise before the sale. Others will be able to enjoy a meal in the restaurant and get close ups through the camera’s placed so they can get every angle on the slave girls displayed.”
Arjun asks, “Any pushback or problems with the specified rules for 0717’s auction?”
Mitch shakes his head chuckling, “Of course there were grumbles but since you made it a ‘make or break’ condition, everyone that signed off on the conditions are the only ones on the approved list for her auction.”
Arjun smiled and raised his beer in a toast, “I like your efficiency Mitch, what about my table for tonight? I’ve heard so much about the food here, I’m eager to see how reality stacks up with the legend.”
Mitch laughs, “As if I would overlook an important detail such as that. You have a table in our VIP section. You will have a monitor at the table and through that have access to every channel we have. There will also be a guide so that you know which channel has what you want to watch. Even after she is taken off of the viewing rack, you can call up the recording and play it side by side with 0717’s actual auction if you wish.”
“VIP? You honor me. As a way of thanking you for all you have done for me, would you be able to join me for dinner tonight? My treat of course.” Arjun replied. Thinking to himself, 'I've got an expense account until tomorrow, so might as well make the most of it!'
Mitch picks up his glass of beer, “You are a gentleman and a Scholar. I would never be rude enough to turn down such a magnanimous offer.” Arjun raises his glass in return and they touch rims before drinking deeply.
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After her second orgasm, the slave instructor pats 0717 on the head as if to say ‘good dog’. Before pushing her away and ordering 0717 to her feet. Debbie checked the time on the computer terminal on the desk. She stood thinking for a few minutes. “All right slut, did you get your lunch?”
“No, Mistress. I was allowed breakfast but the rest of the day has been somewhat busy.” 0717 replied.
Scowling, “I didn’t ask for your life's story slut.” Debbie snapped the leash back on 0717’s collar. “I doubt that you will get dinner, but since you did so well just now, you’ve earned a late lunch. Cross your wrists behind your back and keep them there.”
With that she led 0717 out of the room. Debbie set a brisk pace, 0717 somewhat distracted by the slave heat still raging in her unsatisfied pussy, such that its demands dominated her thoughts, so she wasn't paying attention to where they were going..
When they entered the slave ‘dining hall’, 0717 recognized it from the morning. She was the only one there for eating. But that’s not to say they were alone, she saw slaves collecting bowels and others following along behind them putting new ones down.
She was given the same orders as at breakfast, she knelt with her knees wide and wrists crossed behind her back. After a wait slave kibble and water were dispensed into bowels. Again she was given a very short time to finish both, before she was ordered to stand. “Keep your wrists crossed behind your back.” The slave instructor reinforced her earlier order as she connected the leash again.
Returning to the halls, 0717 was taken back to one of the sleeping halls. There was nothing to tell her if this was or wasn't the same one she woke up in this morning, but somehow she doubted it. “Sleep. Rest up, as you will be having a busy night.” the slave instructor ordered as she turned away. Turning back, “Oh and keep yourself hot, come at least three times before I come back for you. When I do, if you haven’t ruined the bed pad there will be punishment!”
The gate hadn’t even closed before one of 0717’s hands was deep into her crotch with the other playing with her nipples, working up a lather. She came even before she had laid down into one of the bed niches. She lost herself in a haze of lust, drifting off to sleep after having more than the required three orgasms. Her dreams were dominated by Arjun collaring her and taking her as the slave that she is.
When I started this chapter, I had planned on 0717 being on the road again as the break point, but there just seemed so much happening that she still has an appointment to keep in the next chapter before she leaves this facility.
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By the time that the wrangler Mitch had sent arrived, Sarah had shaken off most of the slave mind that had come over her. But the power it held over her frightened her terribly. She could not believe how easily she kept falling into a slave girl mindset.
Had it been just a week? Was it a week, what day was today? It was Thursday evening when she had started this, before Arjun took over control. The thought of Arjun brings out a shiver. The power he had radiated when he collared her, and then later he looked so confident and in charge when she last saw him. Her feelings were confused towards him. He had been her intern for months, and she had treated him with disdain; she knew the admin’s laughed at how he was treated by her. Then when she just needed him to simply obey, he somehow became someone completely different. That her obsequious assistant had somehow become someone confident and in control, control of her.
The thought brought another shiver, one that ran up and then down her spine, ending in her pussy re-igniting the slave heat she had so recently pulled herself out of.
Sarah’s introspection was derailed when a wrangler, a woman with short blond hair, in her mid twenties entered the office space. She pulled out a scanner and checked Sarah’s collar, once she confirmed she had slave girl 0717 she unhooked Sarah’s leash from the wall and led her out into the hallway. Before leaving the office area the wrangler turned off all of the lights and locked the door behind her.
Checking a tablet the wrangler pulled out, she entered Sarah’s SIN. “We’re off to get you to your block move training, 0717. Lucky you.” The way the wrangler said that didn’t inspire any warm fuzzy’s. Block moves? Why would… Oh…
Sarah was distracted by this news and just followed the blonde wrangler in a daze. Block moves are what slave girls used to attract the most attention, to prove they are the most desirable. They are used when a slave girl is auctioned off. This had all started because she wanted to feel what it was like to be sold.
She laughed at the Sarah Powers from last week, so innocent. That Sarah wouldn’t have fully understood what it felt like to be auctioned. In the days since Arjun locked her slave collar around her neck, she had learned so much about what it meant to be a slave girl. To be auctioned now would be a much deeper and intense experience compared to what she might have felt those few days previous.
This led her to another thought, if she learned so much in a week, how much more will she know a week from now? What more does she have to learn and how will fate deliver those lessons?
Sarah was so deep in her own thoughts that she was startled when the wrangler stopped to open a door and pull her charge inside. But adrenalin can be a good thing, as the sudden panic generated enough so that she managed to stop before running into the wrangler.
As Sarah refocuses on what’s going on around her, she sees that the room is about the size of a normal yoga classroom. Inside are 4 slave girls each running through a routine, with 2 slave instructors observing and correcting when needed. Sarah watched what the slave girls were doing and was shocked. She knew about block routines and had watched plenty of them, but never with the thought that she would need to do one!
The wrangler lets the door close behind 0717, as one of the slave instructors stopped in front of her, “Mistress, what can this slave do for you?”
The wrangler handed over 0717’s leash, “This one needs to prepare a block routine, I understand that she’s new to the collar and hasn’t worked one up on her own.” The wrangler finished by turning to 0717 and giving her a wry smirk, as if she knew something that Sarah didn’t..
The slave instructor accepted 0717’s leash, “Thank you Mistress. May this slave know how long we have to get this… “, she paused and looked Sarah over carefully. “Uh, this raw slave prepared?"
Turning back to the slave instructor, “Oh sorry, let me get back to you about that! We wouldn’t want you to double book your events calendar, would we?” The chill in her voice should have caused ice to form, and the glare from her eyes could have drawn blood.
“T-thank you Mmistress, for delivering this slave to me for instruction.” The slave instructor dropped to her knees, the short lead between her fist and Sarah’s collar meant she was pulled to her knees as well.
With what could only be called an evil laugh the wrangler turns back to the door, “You know what will happen if she embarrasses us on the block. If that happens I will take you under my wing for… personal attention.”
As soon as the door closed behind the wrangler, the slave instructor leapt to her feet, her hand to Sarah’s shoulder kept her on her knees. “Gail, I’ve got to take this one for individual instruction. Are you good, handling these 4 on your own?”
The slave instructor named Gail replied, “Yeah Debbie, these sluts know their routines. If they make any mistakes while it's just me, they’ll be well stripped for each mistake.” As she said that, she swished the crop she had in hand viscously, and Sarah saw that the four slaves going through their moves started moving faster, but she couldn’t tell if they were just as precise as before.
Gail paused and added, "What did you do to get on Mistress Johana’s bad side?”
Debbie shook her head, “It’s Tuesday? Or the commissary got her coffee order wrong? It’s Mistress Johana, she doesn’t need a reason to be…. That way.” In that pause Sarah clearly heard ‘a Bitch’, but Debbie didn’t risk actually saying that out loud about a free person.
Debbie, yanked Sarah’s leash with one hand as the other slid up its length until it was right where it links to her collar. And says, “You better be a fast learner.” Before she turns and pulls 0717 into the hall. While Sarah is confused about the sudden need for her to learn block moves, she is momentarily distracted by; Debbie having said ‘it's Tuesday’, but I thought it was Thursday?
Shaking her head, today is today, a slave doesn’t need to know what day of the week it is.
Sarah pays attention as the slave instructor takes her down the hall only a few doors. Put on edge by the mood of the slave instructor holding her leash, and the intensity of the wrangler that threatened them. Sarah is now very frightened, the wrangler seemed to expect her to fail and that would put Debbie into her clutches. The instructor was dragging her through another door, into a much smaller room, one that had some thick pads spread out and what appeared to be a sound system. The slave instructor Debbie, unhooked the leash and went to the desk and pulled out a key that would unlock the cuffs. As she came back towards Sarah, she made a twirling motion with her empty hand.
Understanding, Sarah spun so her cuffed hands were in easy reach of the other slave.
“Unless a free person steps into this room, you are to address me as Mistress. Now you’ve got a lot to do and no time to do it in.” The slave instructor told her. “In this room you WILL perfect a block routine.”
After an ominous pause, she continues bemused, “So you’ve really never worked up a block routine?”
Sarah just shook her head indicating no, at a glare she added, “No Mistress.” Her slave mistress nodded.
Since Sarah Powers was super rich and was careful with that money, she knew there would never be a need for her to master a block routine. Being sold as part of a consignment lot, there wouldn’t have been any need. Just stand in front of the bidders as they screamed their bids. She wondered how these people knew that she had never worked one up, her not knowing a block routine wasn’t in her SIN profile.
With a deep sigh, the instructor shook her head, not willing to admit defeat, “All righty then. Let's see how you move.” Pointing to the middle of the room, “Go ahead start doing your slave yoga moves. Do them as perfectly as you can, but make them quick. Let’s see how screwed we are.”
Sarah scurries to the center of the room, “Yes Mistress.” She paused for a moment to center herself. She tried to recreate what she had felt when she got compliments in the class this morning. She focused on that and started running through the positions and mantra’s. At first it was hard, but after Mistress Debbie gave her a couple of stinging swats with a crop, she forced herself to stop thinking so much, and get out of her head.
Wait, where did she get a crop… No, focus on what’s important. Sarah forced her mind to go blank, no thoughts, just let her body move from one position into the next.
Sarah hadn’t counted how many moves she went through before Mistress told her to stop. She stood there panting and dripping in sweat. The mistress was pinching the bridge of her nose as if trying to keep a headache from forming.
“You’re not a clutz, in fact you are pretty limber and moved well through all of the positions.” Sarah felt proud at this comment. Mistress Debbie continued, “But you were showing no passion! So do you want to be bought by an S&M Pain bar?” That thought terrified Sarah. The slave girls in those places were little more than meat to be hacked up.
“I don’t want to be any closer to Mistress Johana than I was a few minutes ago. I am not going to accept you being a frigid bitch while on the block!. I haven’t seen what your rating is in your SIN profile, did they list you only as Choice?” As Mistress Debbie was saying this she was walking around Sarah, stroking her bottom, her vagina and her breasts with the crop. Sarah was crushed by what her mistress was saying of her performance.
“I see from the marks on your ass that you’ve been a bad girl.” Standing to one side she strokes the red marks on Sarah’s flesh. With a swift flick of the crop another stripe is added to her collection. “Being less than perfect is not an option for you! Not about this.” Grabbing Sarah by her hair, she bends her backward, until her breasts pointed at the ceiling. Mistress Debbie glares into Sarah’s eyes. “We’re going to try this another way. KNEEL!”
She keeps Sarah’s back arched as Sarah sinks to her knees. With her head almost touching the mat, “Now you will lather yourself up. I want you dripping, no I want you flowing pussy juice. And then we’ll try this again. For every move you make that doesn’t scream ‘I am a hot slut begging for you to rape me!’, you will earn 10 stripes from this crop! DO. I. MAKE. MYSELF. CLEAR?”
With her neck stretched like this it is hard for her to speak, so it comes out as a ragged whisper. “Yes Mistress. I need to be squirting like a slut in heat.” Even as she is responding, the fingers of her right hand dives between her pussy lips, and she frantically starts working herself into a slave mind heat.
The slave instructor releases Sarah’s head with a shove and stands up. Taking several steps back, then she slowly starts circling Sarah. This makes Sarah feel like she’s being stalked, which doesn’t help.
Sarah closes her eyes and remembers this morning how when the wrangler punished her how she got all drippy. Then she drifted back to what the veterinarian had done to her on the exam table. Both got her worked up, she could feel her honey covering her hand.
While these thoughts pulled her out of this room and away from the slave with the crop, it is when she brings up the memory of Arjun, snapping the collar around her neck that the rest of the world totally faded away.
In her mind she was there, kneeling in the collar position, looking up at him holding her collar. She watched the interplay of thoughts that flashed across his face too swiftly for her to read. She watched as his whole body changed how he stood taller and with more confidence. He became calmer and she could feel a sudden strength in him as a smile came across his face. Then with more authority than she had ever seen in him, he leaned down and casually snapped the collar shut on her throat. At that instant she was 0717, his slave.
As 0717 was about to come at this thought, the crop shoved her hand away from her pussy.
“Uh, uh, uh! No joy for you, not until you’ve earned it. Whatever you are thinking now is what I want you to keep in mind as you do your block moves.” The slave instructor's voice is like velvet, stroking her soul. When 0717’s hand is laying on her thigh, the crop dances its way up her belly and nudges her rock hard nipples. “Whatever or maybe it's Whoever… You are thinking about has your slave heat all fired up. Keep that thought front and center in your mind. Stand up!”
Keeping Arjun’s smile as he snaps closed her collar firmly in her mind’s eye, 0717 rises to her feet. She isn’t in a position to see it, but Debbie notices how the way she moves right now is completely different than before. She can see a needy slut before her, once 0717 is standing ready, Debbie barks out a move, then another, before she calls out a third move the slut before her starts moving all on its own.
Debbie watches as the slut glides from one position to another, the nectar flowing from her slut box and speckling the mats under her as she goes along. As the slut lays herself down and shifts into different positions the honey she’s been dripping gets smeared all over her body.
The slave instructor sees slaves all day long and has seen beautiful sluts in heat, but this one is the hottest one she’s seen in quite a while. The bidding on her will be insane!
“Stop!” The barked command brings 0717 to a halt, “Present!”
The dripping of her pussy is lost in the sweat shining all over her body. Debbie walks over to the desk, and sits on the edge of it. “0717! Come kneel.” She points with the crop a spot right between her legs.
In a haze of slave mind, 0717 kneels where ordered. Her eyes locked on the slave instructor’s pussy just inches from her nose. “Well slut? What are you waiting for? Time for you to thank me.”
0717’s pussy had been denied an orgasm when she had found her slave heat focus, then the block dancing she had just done added to that heat and she still wasn’t able to get that final extra and explode in an orgasm! With that need fogging her mind, she saw the slave instructor's juicy snatch right in front of her. 0717 didn’t have much experience with women, so she just tried to do what pleased her. She licked and sucked all of the sensitive places that she liked to get attention, and she could hear the other slave start to moan fairly quickly.
Debbie grabs 0717’s head and keeps her pressed in deeply, throwing her head back as she reacts to efforts of the eager slave working at pleasing her mistress. The newly minted slave kept going...
= = =
Upstairs, Arjun was sitting in an office with Mitch, both giving their full attention to a monitor showing the room the two slaves were in. The two men had adjusted themselves several times as 0717 finally found her slut groove.
Mitch smiled, “I cannot believe how quickly she went from not to hot! The auction house will go nuts when she’s up on the block.”
Arjun leaned back in his chair, nodding with a smile on his face. “I thought so. She gets so into her head she loses touch with the world around her. That slave instructor is good, she saw immediately what 0717 needed to get her into a proper slave mind.” He pauses as he sips his beer.
Arjun asks, “This beer is excellent, German?” Mitch nods and sends the brand to him by text.
Getting back to business, “Were there any problems or issues in arranging the auction for tonight?” Arjun asks, taking another sip of beer.
Mitch shakes his head, “No problems at all, since you had let us know as soon as her shipment was on the road, I was able to get started on the arrangements quick enough. We’ve done special auctions on shorter notice than this a number of times.”
Mitch continues, “0717 and the others for tonight's special auction will be cleaned up, run through the primping parlor and set up on display frames by 7:00 pm. Those wanting to be in the auditorium for the event will be able to get hands on the merchandise before the sale. Others will be able to enjoy a meal in the restaurant and get close ups through the camera’s placed so they can get every angle on the slave girls displayed.”
Arjun asks, “Any pushback or problems with the specified rules for 0717’s auction?”
Mitch shakes his head chuckling, “Of course there were grumbles but since you made it a ‘make or break’ condition, everyone that signed off on the conditions are the only ones on the approved list for her auction.”
Arjun smiled and raised his beer in a toast, “I like your efficiency Mitch, what about my table for tonight? I’ve heard so much about the food here, I’m eager to see how reality stacks up with the legend.”
Mitch laughs, “As if I would overlook an important detail such as that. You have a table in our VIP section. You will have a monitor at the table and through that have access to every channel we have. There will also be a guide so that you know which channel has what you want to watch. Even after she is taken off of the viewing rack, you can call up the recording and play it side by side with 0717’s actual auction if you wish.”
“VIP? You honor me. As a way of thanking you for all you have done for me, would you be able to join me for dinner tonight? My treat of course.” Arjun replied. Thinking to himself, 'I've got an expense account until tomorrow, so might as well make the most of it!'
Mitch picks up his glass of beer, “You are a gentleman and a Scholar. I would never be rude enough to turn down such a magnanimous offer.” Arjun raises his glass in return and they touch rims before drinking deeply.
= = =
After her second orgasm, the slave instructor pats 0717 on the head as if to say ‘good dog’. Before pushing her away and ordering 0717 to her feet. Debbie checked the time on the computer terminal on the desk. She stood thinking for a few minutes. “All right slut, did you get your lunch?”
“No, Mistress. I was allowed breakfast but the rest of the day has been somewhat busy.” 0717 replied.
Scowling, “I didn’t ask for your life's story slut.” Debbie snapped the leash back on 0717’s collar. “I doubt that you will get dinner, but since you did so well just now, you’ve earned a late lunch. Cross your wrists behind your back and keep them there.”
With that she led 0717 out of the room. Debbie set a brisk pace, 0717 somewhat distracted by the slave heat still raging in her unsatisfied pussy, such that its demands dominated her thoughts, so she wasn't paying attention to where they were going..
When they entered the slave ‘dining hall’, 0717 recognized it from the morning. She was the only one there for eating. But that’s not to say they were alone, she saw slaves collecting bowels and others following along behind them putting new ones down.
She was given the same orders as at breakfast, she knelt with her knees wide and wrists crossed behind her back. After a wait slave kibble and water were dispensed into bowels. Again she was given a very short time to finish both, before she was ordered to stand. “Keep your wrists crossed behind your back.” The slave instructor reinforced her earlier order as she connected the leash again.
Returning to the halls, 0717 was taken back to one of the sleeping halls. There was nothing to tell her if this was or wasn't the same one she woke up in this morning, but somehow she doubted it. “Sleep. Rest up, as you will be having a busy night.” the slave instructor ordered as she turned away. Turning back, “Oh and keep yourself hot, come at least three times before I come back for you. When I do, if you haven’t ruined the bed pad there will be punishment!”
The gate hadn’t even closed before one of 0717’s hands was deep into her crotch with the other playing with her nipples, working up a lather. She came even before she had laid down into one of the bed niches. She lost herself in a haze of lust, drifting off to sleep after having more than the required three orgasms. Her dreams were dominated by Arjun collaring her and taking her as the slave that she is.