AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a multi-part story and while each part can stand alone, it needs to be read in order. The series is set in a near future alternate world where incest is legal and criminals are sentenced to terms of slavery rather than jail or prison per se. Because this is Literotica, there is a lot of sex. No rape or violence, reluctance at worst.
If you are starting with this part, here is a brief recap of what has gone before.
Penal Slavery Pt. 01- Brooke, Mark, and his twin sister Beth are sentenced to penal slavery for their crimes. They are stripped, flogged, barcoded and collared and then needed to make atonement before starting their sentence as sex slaves.
Penal Slavery Pt. 02- The collared trio are transported to the Lodge to serve their enslavement. Including a picnic. With a special dessert.
Penal Slavery Pt. 03- Arrival at the Lodge and in processing of the slaves begins.
Penal Slavery Pt. 04-Slaves servitude at the Lodge begins. Red gets a surprise that rocks her world.
Penal Slavery Pt. 05-Red learns more about her slavery. A domina gets her comeuppance.
Many thanks to Javahead for her insightful comments and encouragement. It's been a rough year and not just the COVID madness. I am looking for a new editor beta reader and if interested message me.
If you enjoy this series try Mom and Daughter Face Penal Slavery, set in the same universe. This chapter has character crossovers, so you might find it interesting.
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The alarm blared, jolting Brooke out of a very pleasant dream where her cunt was being eaten out. Jack's wet face rising from her crotch made her realize that it was no dream. Looking over at the bedside clock, the time showed "0618."
"I love what you are doing, but this is way too early to be awake."
"Not a morning person? I wasn't before I joined the military. I got over it. You will too. "
"I am not in the military."
"But the state owns you. Kind of like the military does when you enlist. Same principle. Since you're awake..."
"It's a good thing that I like your cock so much," Brooke grumbled as she eased into a 69 position with her dominus? Lover? Boyfriend? This was confusing. As a slave cunt she would expect a dominus to wake her up to service his morning wood. Instead, he woke her by licking her cunt. She didn't think twice about returning the favor. Like a lover would her boyfriend.
"That reminds me. You were quite the insolent slave cunt at dinner last night. I think you need some lashes."
With that, Jack lowered his head and lashed her clit till she was screaming around the mouth full of cock till she was gulping his seed. A few seconds after she swallowed the last of his load, she fell over her own cliff, passing out from the pleasure.
Brooke's eyes snapped open as the damn alarm robbed her of her euphoria. Unbidden, she wondered what she was doing. Being with Jack felt so easy, so normal, almost loving if circumstances had been different. But even when coming off a sexual high, she feared that circumstances might change. Jack may decide not to take the job and leave. Some other slave cunt might catch his eye regardless of his protestations. She would be powerless to do anything about it. She couldn't follow him anywhere till she served her time. If he ended things, she was powerless to even express an opinion about it. "As you wish dominus," was her only possible response.
Even if Jack didn't take the job but continued the relationship, there was no way he could be at the Lodge all the time. Brooke had read horror stories of what might happen to slaves, and she feared that some of the same things might happen to her. It didn't help that too many of those horror stories seemed to have some basis in fact from what she heard in the waiting area before guest services started yesterday. Complete lack of control over her life and over her sexuality may have freed her libido to run rampant, but she knew that it was her rampaging sexuality that had allowed her to please the domini, especially Jack, and keep herself somewhat safe.
She saw Jack exiting the bathroom, toweling his hair, cock at half mast. Brooke had the sudden desire to get him hard and mount his flagpole as she sat up on the edge of the bed.
"I know that look. No can do Red. Get that slave ass of yours in the shower Don't take long, you will get another after our exercise session and breakfast. If you are really quick, then you might get coffee."
Coffee was quite the motivator. She was delighted to find a shower cap that let her avoid getting her hair wet. There was no point, since she was going to sweat in the gym and shower again in a couple of hours anyway.
Jack handed her a cup of black coffee, " I forgot to ask how you liked it, we have time to doctor it."
"Black is fine. As the day goes on, I usually add cream and sweeteners unless it's superb coffee," taking a sip, "Like this. You brew a good cup dominus."
"Alas, the coffee pods get most of the credit today. Let's go," holding the door open.
As they started down the stairs, Brooke asked, "Reading the regulations, Hidden Hills requires slaves to get three hours a day of exercise a day, monitored by our collars for time and intensity. The rule said nothing about getting up at ungodly hours."
"True, but you, Nympho, and Poseidon, are guinea pigs for a project of mine. I was going to use just new slaves, but Carousel was in the cell anyway. Plus, her compliance is so bad she is up to six lashes a week."
Brooke shuddered a bit. The Lodge punished rules infractions in a variety of ways, mostly extra and less desirable work assignments, chastity, loss of privileges, and the like. It reserved lashes for serious or repeated violations. Six lashes were up there. She never wanted to feel the whip again.
"What is this project?"
"Systematic training of slaves assigned to the Lodge. Kind of like a sex slave boot camp. Right now what we get is hit or miss. We get a fair number of young slaves like you and your friends. We get older slaves, still mostly desirable. And some odds and ends."
'What does that make Czarina?"
"Ironically, we get guests who were slaves here and slaves who had been guests before their enslavement. And then guests again after the end of their slavery. Even staff members. Penal servitude does not automatically bar you from a staff position, and if current staff gets into trouble, leaves of absence can be granted. Although usually, someone in that position serves their term elsewhere. But not always."
"So you want to train us to suck and fuck better?"
"Crude, but succinct. And to look good while doing it. We get some amazingly mature slaves that don't have a lot of sexual experience. By the same token, we may start getting 18-year-olds convicted of crimes as a minor and held to the state till 21 or even 25. In the past, when they turned 18, the court carried out the judgement of enslavement which had been held in abeyance till their majority and they spent the rest of their term sold or placed elsewhere. Hidden Hills is going to get part of that group. The Lodge is set up to continue their education. That was not always possible if the new slaves were sold on the block or even assigned to other penal settings."
"You realize that means that some youth offenders are going to get their virginity taken as penal slaves?"
"That was happening anyway. The hope is that by sending them to us, we can make that a little easier and the end their term with a better education and mindset than the previous system."
"So am I going to be your demonstration model?"
"Do you want to be?" Jack said it humorously, but Brooke thought she detected an undertone of seriousness.
"Too early to make such decisions. Like slaves have choices. For example, if I had a choice, we would still be in the warm bed doing hot things to each other."
"Alas, duty calls and you need to be paying your debt to society. Starting with exercise. Here we are."
Jack opened a door labeled STAFF GYM. As Brooke walked through, the glassed in wall displayed a breathtaking predawn view of the mountain range. She was struck by how bleary eyed Beth was as she approached her. She also saw Mark and Roberta doing stretching exercises. Mark was a disgustingly early and cheerful riser and apparently so was Roberta, Brooke thought wryly.
"I hate your boyfriend Bro...Red. No offense, dominus."
"None taken Nympho, "Carousel joined the group and said, "Dominus, is it true that as long as I am in your exercise class I won't get lashes for not meeting my exercise targets?"
"So long as you put in the hours and make an honest effort, as decided by me, the only lashes you might get are from me. Think of them as encouragement, "pulling a riding crop from the bag he was carrying.
Carousel's eyes got big as she replied, "I will strive to not need encouragement."
Jack strode to the window wall, turned and spoke to the quartet, "Until further notice, I or my designee will supervise your exercise regime. Who doesn't matter. What matters is that you will all present yourselves here at 0645, 1130, and 1730 hours. The only exception is if a guest checks you out overnight. Your collars have your schedules programmed. Anyone who wants to check you out of an evening will have to get a late start. We will have three one hour exercise sessions every day."
"Did you say three times a day, dominus?" Beth asked in the same tone of voice that Brooke imagined someone at the Pearly Gates would use to confirm that they were in fact going to Hell.
Jack smiled, "We will work up to that Nympho. Besides exercise, there will be other sessions, covering other things. Those sessions will be in the evenings after dinner. Poseidon, I will excuse you from the 1130 session, today only, since the Stablemaster has you booked. Ok, let's get started. I saw Poseidon and Carousel stretching. Are you two warned up?"
