"Although you show considerable promise as a slave, you have a great deal to learn. This is a training facility. Here you will be taught what it means to be a slave, and the arts of serving men and women with your body. If you do not learn quickly, you will be whipped." She paused. "I assure you that it is best to learn quickly." I nodded, silently. I had always been a good student, but never before had I taken classes in sexual slavery. I hoped that I would be a good student. I vowed to do everything I could to be pleasing.

Then I remembered what she had said - that this was only a training facility. "Then what happens ... once I've been trained?" I whispered.

"Then you will be sold to your new master," she said simply. "And then you will spend a lifetime endeavoring to convince him - or her - that you are worth keeping. Presumably you will spend much of that time as naked as you are now, with your legs spread or your mouth open, begging to be used as a slave. Or your master can choose to sell you to someone else, of course. You are just an article of property now, to be bought and sold and consumed."

I thought about what I had gotten myself into. No longer could I enjoy the comforts of submitting to my idol, Cristina, or to people I knew and liked. Now I was just a naked, helpless slave girl, who could find herself on her knees before anyone, anywhere, begging to be raped. But at the same time, now I knew that I truly had no choice in the matter. I was a slave and that was all there was to it. I would have to be utterly pleasing to anyone who had rights over me.

"What kind of owners do the slaves get sold to?" I asked, wondering what fate lay in wait for me.

"A few are sold to extraordinarily wealthy men and women who want to have personal sex slaves. But actually, the largest number are sold to high-class prostitution businesses," she said. "There's more money there than in private slavery. Most of the girls we train here end up being rented by the hour or by the night to wealthy businessmen who want the exquisite services that can only be demanded of a complete slave. And then some are sold into the pornography business, where they are used to make movies and videos. But there isn't much need for slaves there, since so many young girls are willing to do it for the money."

So that was my future - offering my body to one man after the other, to satisfy their every desire, for the profit of my owners. Gone was any of the romance I might have imagined in sexual slavery. Instead I would be a simple commodity to be used up and presumably discarded when my body was no longer of interest.

"I am Claudia, but you will address me as Mistress," she said, jarring me out of my reverie. "I run this house. You appear eager and obedient, but that remains to be proven. Any disobedience, however slight, will be instantly punished. We have very few rules, apart from absolute obedience. You will remain nude unless specifically permitted otherwise. You will kneel when in the presence of any of the staff here, unless permitted otherwise. Your body is constantly available for use by any of the staff, unless specified otherwise. And you may not please yourself or any of the other slaves. Your bodies exist for the pleasure of masters alone. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress," I said. "I will be absolutely obedient."

"Very good," she said. "You may keep the name 'Jenny' while you are here, although you will more often answer to 'slave' or slut.'

"Michael!" she called. A moment later a tall, burly man strode in to the room. "Take the new slave to the slave pen."

"Yes, Claudia," he answered. He picked up my leash and began to lead me away. "Any special instructions?" he said with a smile.

"No, Michael," she said. "You may do with her as you wish."

I would not have to wait long to find out what she meant. He led me down a staircase to a large, dimly lit room with several narrow beds. Most seemed to be occupied by young women, apparently naked under the thin sheets. He pulled me to an empty bed, threw me down on it on my back, and tied my leash around a ring attached to the wall above the head of the bed. Then he casually flipped me over onto my stomach and lifted me onto my knees, forcing my bottom up into the air. I heard him undoing his zipper behind me. My heart was pounding and my breathing frantic as I realized I was to be raped once again. I could feel my body lubricating itself desperately to protect against its impending violent penetration. Then suddenly I felt him plunge into me and I cried out in pain and surprise. He used me brutally, forcefully, and casually, with no regard for my feelings or my own pleasure. I was nothing but a vessel for his manhood, a toy for his amusement. My body was warm with excitement but still far from satisfaction when I felt his final surge inside me. After he withdrew from me I collapsed onto the bed, sobbing into my pillow. So this was what it meant to be a slave. So this was what it meant to be a slave. The words repeated over and over in my head. "Welcome to your new life, slut," Michael whispered as he left.

Chapter 5: Training

The trainer barked out a short, authoritative command in a language I did not understand. I looked at him in shock, not understanding what was required of me. I was standing before him, naked. In his left hand was one end of a six-foot, light chain leash. The other end was attached to a choke collar around my neck. In his right hand was a long, flexible switch.

Suddenly the switch flashed across my back and a sharp downward tug on the leash pulled me down to my knees. I cried out in pain. The trainer kicked my knees apart and repeated the same monosyllabic command.

Then he shouted another command, again one I didn't understand. This one had two syllables and began with a hard "k" sound. I was again struck by the switch, but this time there was no tug on the leash to instruct me. I decided that I was to supposed to guess what this command meant, and tried rising to my feet. For my pains I was greeted with three more blows from the switch, and a brutal tug on the leash and took my breath away and threw me onto my belly on the hardwood floor. I lay there, not daring to move, my face and breasts literally pressed against the floor. In an attempt to pacify my trainer, I spread my legs as widely as possible. That at least seemed expected of me more often than not. The switch was really not that terribly painful, but my back was smarting from the multiple blows.

I heard the second, two-syllable command again, this time in a calmer voice. I decided that it probably meant "belly," or something to that effect. In any case, I was apparently not being beaten again, for the moment at least.

I heard a gruff, single-syllable command. It sounded slightly familiar, so I rose to my knees, hoping to have guessed right. Instead, a pull and a twist on the leash turned me onto my back on the hard floor. The switch burned across my stomach, and then on my thighs. Again I spread my legs in a belated attempt to placate the trainer. Even if I was slow to learn the trainer's commands, I would do everything in my power to convince him of my utter obedience and eagerness to please. I found myself hoping that he would rape me - anything to give me a chance to show my worth to him. An instant later I hated myself for the thought. Yes, I had been kidnapped and forced to obey the dictates of my abductors. But there was no need for me to crave their abuses.

My thoughts were interrupted by a two-syllable command, again beginning with a hard "k" sound. I instantly rolled over onto my belly, my hands at my sides, and spread my legs widely. I held my breath, waiting for the whistle of the switch. But this time I was not beaten. I had guessed right. Perhaps I could learn to be a good slave. Perhaps I would survive. Instead of using the switch on me, the trainer pushed his shoe in front of my face. I instantly kissed it, and then began licking the shoe as sensuously as I knew how. I knew that if I learned quickly, I would not be beaten. I resolved to be the best student the school had ever known - even if it as a student of the arts of female slavery.