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First Day of School
The rest of the day, I pretty much just did all the household chores, a lot of boring stuff, really. My walks were getting a whole lot easier. I was getting used to people watching me crawling on all fours around the block and seeing me do my business on the corner. I was still getting used to carrying my poop in the handkerchief in my mouth. Gagging on the stench was getting a lot easier.
It was around 8pm when Master had me kneel and read my rules. The pain was killer on my knees. I just could not seem to get used to the pain. I repeated the rules five times and pleased Master before putting him to bed. I slept on the hardwood floor with my alarm next to me to wake me up at five am. It was the most comfortable night of sleep I had since I got here.
The alarm went off with a loud buzz startling me. I could hear Master moaning and shifting in his bed. I quickly turned it off and headed downstairs and to the back yard to take my bath. I could feel the collar tightening as I went further from Master.
The bath was really cold and the cool morning air didn’t seem to help in any way. I made my way to my vanity and put on the makeup and did my hair according to the guidelines Master had set for me.
When I was finished, I made my way to Masters bedroom. I crawled under the blankets and pleasured him until he woke up and blasted his cream down my throat. I swallowed and cleaned any mess I had made.
“Thank you, Master, for allowing me to pleasure you with my cunt.”
He just patted me on the head and kicked me off the bed. He gave me my daily pills. He made his way to the closet and pulled out my uniform for my first day of school. It was a white tie-top that was a bit raggy-looking. It was followed by a very tiny, fluttery, pleated mini-skirt that barely covered the curve of my butt and went about 2 inches below my mound. It was finished with a pair of 6” red high-heels that matched my skirt.
I put on the outfit and waited for Master to approve. He looked me up and down with a huge grin on his face.
“You have no idea how bad I want to fuck that virgin pussy of yours.” He licked his lips and sat down. I knelt beside him.
It wasn’t long before his friend from the other day showed up.
“Hey, bro.” He told Master.
“What’s up Jared?” Master shook his hand and gave him a half-hug.
Master had me follow him to the car and he let me in the back seat where I was to sit in the middle with my legs spread so he can see my “virgin pussy” all the way to school. He and Jared were talking about rules for me while I was at school. I was handed a paper with a list of rules while at school. It would be added to as the day passed by. I was told to read the paper out loud over and over again until we got to the school.
The paper read as follows:
Rules to follow while at school:
I repeated these ten rules about five times when we finally arrived at the school. It was a big, beautiful school. It looked more like an expensive college. In the front were large green lawns. Tall trees surrounded the buildings and the area seemed to be landscaped professionally. Immediate intimidation.
As I stepped out I saw hundreds of students in their uniforms. The boys were dressed in casual sweater-vests slacks and dress shoes. The girls were either in a professional suit or a long pleated skirt with tights. Every one of them seemed to drive an expensive car. I only caught a glimpse at some of them. Jaguars, Mercedes, BMW’s drove by.
We walked into the building and that’s when I could feel all eyes burning on me. The boys were staring and smiling and pointing at my butt. With every step I took, my skirt would flutter up exposing my bare butt. We made our way to the Dean’s office. The secretary let us in.
“Welcome, come in, come in.” The Dean was an older man in his sixties I would guess. He had perfectly combed silver hair and an exaggerated tan.
Master and Jared sat down as I was ordered to kneel between them with my head lowered. Master handed the Dean the paper with all my rules.
“Very well.” He said with a sigh. “Now here at Templeton, as you already know, we allow sex slaves to enroll. We have a special curriculum for them to help in their household duties. Would you like to see the video?”
“Sure. Master said.”
The video started and I was ordered to watch it. It started with a view of the school and gave a short boring history of it. After that, it explained why slaves were allowed to get a “slave education” through them. The slave will have regular classes like English, Math, and Science. History is not taught to slaves as they will never have political options in life and History has no use to a slave. The curriculum contains seven classes. English, Math, Science, Culinary Arts, Mechanics (which include plumbing, auto, electric, and misc.), Home Economics (sewing, cleaning, self-grooming, and decorating), and Horticulture (gardening, planting, farming, and landscaping).
Masters have the option to enroll their slaves in the slave after school programs where they will vigorously train the slaves to perform in the annual “Slave Games.”
What were the slave games? Sort of like a perverted Olympics? Either way I was going to have to go through this.
Master smiled, “Well, I’m planning on selling it. So I think this would really work better if she became domesticated. And if she can compete in the “Slave Games” then that would be even more to put on the resume.”
Dean looked me over. “Stand up slave.”
“Her name is shithole.” Master sighed looking me as I stood up with my hands at my sides.
“There are a few rules for slaves as well. First, her wardrobe must hide her nipples although they can be covered with a semi see-thru top. Her pubic mound must be covered but it is ok if it is inadvertently exposed throughout the day. Sex, with any student, female or male, is strictly forbidden and she will be expelled. Other than that, the regular school rules must be followed.”
“Sounds like we have a deal then.” Master stood and shook Dean’s hand.
“So would you need her to pay you a visit every day?” Master said with a smile.
“That won’t be necessary, I have 5 slaves in this school this year. It’s a record year for us. Have her come visit me on Fridays for lunch and after school.”
“You got it. Thank you very much.” Master looked at me. “Remember, shithole, Fridays for lunch and after school.” I simply nodded.
“Tuition is due every month, and for your slave with her after school program should come out to 50grains which you can pay the secretary.”
Master said thank you and walked to the administration office where I received my schedule and student ID. The ID had a large picture of my face with “SHITHOLE” underneath my picture and under that was written, “Slave” to show my life status.
A young male student named Mark took me on a quick tour of the school. Jared followed far behind. The male did seem a bit nervous around me, but he seemed friendly enough not to comment.
I was then led to my first class. English. Marked walked me in and handed the teacher a note.
“Well, it looks like we have a new student here with us today, everybody. Let’s all welcome shithole to our class. She is a slave, so you all know the rules about the slaves.” All the students just looked at me blankly. The boys were drooling over the sight as the girls were either slapping their boyfriends or whispering insults at me. I could feel my stomach turn as I made my way to back of the room to a desk and sat down feeling the cold wood on my bare butt.
Class went on like a normal class. I didn’t take any notes as I didn’t have any supplies with me. But it was basic grammar stuff I had learned a couple of years ago on my own planet. It was all stuff I already knew.
From there I was taken to Math class. Then I was taken to Science class. Nothing major happened there as they were doing things I had done two or three years ago. School was going to be easy.
In the middle of Science, I realized I needed to pee. I gently touched Jared’s arm and asked him, “May I go pee, Sir?” He just smiled and nodded. I then raised my hand to get the teachers attention. Mr. Growley turned from the chalk board and pointed at me. “Yes, shithole?”
“Sir, may I be excused from the classroom to urinate?”
The class busted out in laughter. I felt my face turn red in embarrassment.
“Yes, shithole, you may.”
Jared led me out the door and down the hallway to the men’s room. He let me in and picked a stall. He didn’t say anything else, just pointed at the toilet to allow me to use. In the middle of the process, two boys walked in laughing. They were from the same class I was in. They stopped and asked Jared, “Is the whore in there?” Jared nodded and pointed at me not saying a word.
The boys walked over and stared at me. “Damn, and she does whatever her Master says?”
Jared nodded and smiled.
The other boy looked at me up and down as I wiped my mound with my hand and licked it clean. It was totally humiliating.
I stood up, flushed, and started walking out as I heard one of the boys say, “When I get my trust, I’m buying one of those whores.” They both laughed as the door closed behind me. I went back to class.
Jared nudged me and told me to thank the teacher for allowing me to go.
“Thank you Sir, for allowing me to urinate during your class.” I blushed at the statement as the class busted out again.
“Ok, ok, class, it’s not shithole’s fault. She is bred to take orders. She knows no better.” The bell rang meaning it was lunch time.
Jared stepped in line at the cafeteria and paid the cashier for two lunches. He served me a salad with no dressing, a piece of dry toast, and a cup of orange juice. I carried the tray to the back of the cafeteria and knelt in the corner next to another slave doing the same thing as I was. I ate happily. Real food was so much better than dog food.
Home Economics was a little more fun as I had no idea how to really clean stuff. For the next four weeks we will be learning how to properly clean. Each day we would focus on a different room of a normal house. Since this was part of the slave curriculum, I found two other slaves were in the school with me. I wasn’t alone. For the first time since this nightmare started, I was feeling a little better knowing that I was not the only slave in the world.
Mechanics was the most challenging of all the classes. In this class, we learned how to fix things. This week is plumbing. I had never in my life had to fix things, as daddy would do it for me. It was totally new stuff.
Horticulture was the most fun. We worked with flowers and proper arrangements.
Altogether, school wasn’t half as bad as I thought it would be. It was a normal school where I was to be humiliated every day. I was used to being humiliated and degraded. It was a little harder as these were all kids my own age. But they all knew my situation and pretty much left me alone with the exceptions of name calling and whistling.
The Slave Games
When school was all over, I was taken to a separate building behind the school where the after school program would take place. We walked into a large gym where five slaves were kneeling in the center of the basketball court. I joined them as Jared sat in the bleachers with the other slave guards.
An old man walked in. He was in his mid-forties, I guess, and morbidly obese. He breathed with a wheeze and snorted at odd times. Sweat was dripping from his face and I was able to smell his body odor from where I knelt. He walk up to us and introduced himself.
“I am Mr. Contram. You all will address me as Coach or Mister. Welcome to slave training. In this program, you will learn how to compete in the annual slave games. Every year, the slave games take place right here in this wonderful state. Each school may enter two slaves that they feel will do best in all events. Over this course you will be trained to perform in every single event. It will be painful, it will be exhausting, it will be hard. Today, you will all watch a video on last years slave champion, cuntlicker. The video will give you a basic idea of what the games are all about. It will give you an idea on the training you will receive in this program. So without further adeu.” He clicked on the video as we all knelt and watched.
“Welcome to the 100th annual slave games.” The announcer said excitedly.
“This year we have 200 of the best trained slaves in the country ready to prove their abilities. Let’s get started with the first event.” The camera focused on a quarter-mile, dirt track. Ten slave girls were lined up, naked and on all fours next to each other. Their Masters were standing behind the slaves with crops in hand. The gun fired and the Masters whipped the girls to get them going. They did one full lap, crawling on all fours. As soon as they were finished crawling, their Masters inserted butt plugs with tails on them. The slaves were whipped again as they did two full laps on their hands and feet. The slaves looked tired and in pain. Some of them had their knees bleeding from the crawling. As soon as their two laps were through, they were plugged with dildos in their pussies as they ran three laps around the track. By this time, some of the slaves were crying. As soon as they were finished with their three laps, they were given heavy nipple clamps with a single weight on them. They had to do four more laps, one lap crawling, one on hands and feet, one running, and one hopping. A weight was added after each lap. By the end, I could feel their pain as their breasts bounced as they hopped around. The weights were torturing their nipples horrendously. Every single one of them were panting in exhaustion and crying from the torture.
They were given a short 10 minute break, plugs and dildos and clamps remaining on their bodies. They were led to the middle of the field where they competed in a few other events.
The first field event was a breast tug-o-war. Each girls breasts were tied tightly and attached to the others. When they were whipped, each girl pulled as hard as they could until the other either passed out from the pain, or wasn’t strong enough to pull the other one in the puddle of piss between them.
When that tournament was over, they had a fetch relay. Dog bones were placed high up on a post about a hundred yards away from the slaves. Each girl was forced to crawl the full 100 yards on hands and feet. They had to climb up the post, grab the dog bone in their mouths and hop back.
From that event they went through an obstacle course. First, they had to endure 100 lashes from their Masters. They ran up a ramp and had to endure a wooden horse (a thin wood torture device where the slave sets all her weight on her pussy.) for a total of 10 minutes. From there, they ran down the ramp and had to squat walk through a tunnel without their knees touching the ground. From there they got another 100 lashes from their Masters. Finally, at the end, they were given a full enema and timed on how long they could hold it. I thought it would all be over by that point, but after their enema, they were given another short break and led into the indoor gym.
Each slave still had those weighted clamps on their breasts and they were plugged. Clit clamps were then attached to their pussy lips. They were weighted down just like their nipples as they were forced to repeat the same things they did outside. Only this time, they had weights added to nipples and clit after every lap. The slaves were passing out in exhaustion, as they were finishing up the games. Some that remained, had their nipples bleeding from the weights and clamps being on all day. The slaves that passed out were brought back to health and punished for falling out of the tournament.
They were whipped, punched, slapped, choked, and raped. It seemed like more torture to fail than to complete it and lose.
To finish off the entire day, the remaining slaves were placed on their knees as they gave oral sex to ten different men. They were timed on their performance and the ones that were able to get all ten men off the fastest, won the event.
The totals were tallied and the top three received their medals. They were gold, silver and bronze dildos.
How was I going to be able to endure that kind of punishment? That was the most sadistic thing I had ever seen. Was I really going to be trained to do all of those things? I looked around me and noticed all the other slaves had tears in their eyes in fear of what was in store for them.
Coach turned off the video and walked toward us.
“That’s all the time we have for today. But be prepared tomorrow because your endurance tests will start.” With a wave of a hand, Coach dismissed us.
I cried most of the way home. Jared didn’t say a single word to me.
When we got home, Jared gave a full report of my day to Master. Master simply smiled and approved. I know with Jared watching me all day, I wouldn’t be able to get away with anything.
“Now thank Jared and use your cunt to please him for wasting a whole day with your sorry ass to make sure you behave like the real shithole you are.”
I crawled over to Jared and opened my mouth as I unzipped his pants and inserted his soft shaft in my mouth. I immediately started sucking. He got harder by the second and before I knew it, he had his hand pressing my head hard into his shaft jamming his rod down my throat. Gagging and chocking, I did the best I could just to stay alive.
Master grabbed his crop and gave me a hard whap across my butt, full force.
“Use your tongue, whore! You know better than that, you lazy ass bitch!” I stuck my tongue out and massaged Jared’s shaft making me gag even worse. Then it came out.
At the same time that he shot his load, I threw up the chunky salad I ate for lunch all over his dick and the floor in front of him.
I was forced to put my face in my own vomit hearing it crunch on my cheek as Jared stepped on my face. My hands were cuffed behind my back.
Master gave me 100 lashes. I received 50 for my failure to properly give head, and 50 more for failure to thank Jared. I was forced to count and apologize after every strike on me. By the end of it all, I felt the blood streaking down my legs and I was barely able to move at all without my butt throbbing in pain. The vomit on the floor was now mixed with my own snot and tears from my crying and beating.
“Clean up your shit with your tongue. I don’t care how long it takes you whore. If you are given food, you keep it inside of you. You don’t waste it like that.” Master said sternly.
It took about 20 minutes to finally clean up my mess. I gagged almost the entire time. Eating my throw up had to be the most degrading thing I had ever experienced. It was completely gross. But why was I getting these tingles deep inside me that made me want to touch myself when I was being degraded like that? I couldn’t understand.
To Be Continued……..
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