Eva Prentice, Carl Prentice, Linda, Zoe, Sasha
The slavers had taken her when he slept. He had been asleep almost 40 hours. The wine they gave him must have been drugged. He never slept that long. He was still not very steady on his feet. He bumped into a man while walking down the street, coming from the opposite direction.
"You must have had some night," the stranger said.
"Yeah, it was. Listen I know they told me they were taking my slave to the training center, I just can't remember where that is."
"Follow this street to the end and turn left. At the dead end you'll see a big building. That's the training center. How long ago did they take her?
"I'm not sure, I think maybe 40 hours ago."
"Oh well, then it's all over. Those new drugs that they have now are great; training never takes more than 30 hours now. You find her completely broken in and obedient and I mean all three holes. The slaves they turn out now are the very best. She can't be any other way. I bet she's been pierced, her body depilated, and so horny she'll be begging for your cock. With the new methods of treatment and the new drugs you're gonna be thrilled with your slave. A tip for you, if she has those new things attached to the bottom of her feet, then she got the deluxe treatment.
Oh my god, he thought, "I... I better hurry; I really can't wait to try her out."
He rushed on by. We almost made it out of this territory, he thought, we're only 10 miles from the border. Why the hell did she have to call me Master? As soon as he heard that they clamped that muzzle on her. Then when they found her wearing panties, the soldier said "She hasn't been trained yet has she."
"ER, ... no, she hasn't. I was bringing her to Windon to get her trained. I heard they have a training center here.
"That's right said the Sargent, they open it two weeks ago. Put her in the back boys. Don't anyone fuck her she belongs to this gent. You can ride up front with me sir; we're going to Windon too."
"You really don't ...
"Nah, nah, no trouble at all. We're going there anyway.
There was no way out so he climbed into the front with them.
Now he didn't know what to expect. What did that guy mean when he said new drugs or deluxe treatment? What were they going to do to her?
He went to the desk in the waiting room. They took my slave and brought her here. I was told she would be ready for pick up. The soldier looked at the receipt, and then he motioned to a soldier near another door to come over to him.
"You're all paid up, so yeah, she's probably in holding," he said this to the soldier he called over.
"Number 42 is ready for pick up. Did you bring clothing with you?"
"No, no one said to bring clothing."
As Carl reached for his receipt there was a slight sting on his neck. "Ouch, what the hell was that?"
"We just needed a sample of your DNA so she can be engrained to you only. That way no one can steal your property. Anyway according to your receipt you're all paid up. So no one told you to bring clothes, I don't know why the gatherers always forget to tell new Masters to bring clothing. If you know her size you can buy a dress and shoes for one Zlota. But hurry she'll be out in about ten minutes.
He was able to find a dress and a pair of shoes in her size fairly quickly. As he emerged from the clothing room, his mother was being led into the pickup area.
Carl almost didn't recognize her, her long jet black hair had been cut to 2 ½ or 3 inches. Now her head was covered in jet black curls and waves of shiny black hair. There probably wasn't any hair anywhere else on her body; her vagina would probably be totally bald for the rest of her life. Both her nipples had been pierced with gold rings inserted through them and soldered closed, making them permanent piercings. Her belly button now had the marquise diamond from her engagement ring, inserted in that space.
"Don't try to pull that diamond out, like that last idiot. The stone has gold findings holding it in place and it has barbs holding it permanently set, right there. That last fellow tore the diamond loose and ripped his slave's abdomen open, killing her. He'll hang for sure. I and several others saw him do it and we're scheduled to testify against him."
Both of his mother's wrists and ankles had metal bands around them with small loops on either side of the wrists and ankles. He guessed they were for tying her down.
Around her neck was a metal band about ¾ of an inch wide. It fit snug but not uncomfortably so.
"That's one of those new slave collars. They're really a marvel; we've had them about four months. Two weeks ago a slave escaped and somehow stowed away on a boat heading overseas. Her registration number and collar number was punched into the computer, within a minute her GPS in the collar showed us where she was. We stopped the boat as it was about to leave the harbor. The slave patrol went out there, tranquilized her, put her in a straight jacket, and brought her back for retraining. You should have heard the racket she caused."
"What's going to happen to her," said Carl.
She'll probably be continuously shocked till she has no memory. Then she'll be trained as a sex slaved and sold to a brothel. She won't last very long in that place, they never do, those bastards work slaves about 20 hours a day 7 days a week.
"My god that's terrible, has my slave any more piercings?"
"Probably just her clit. Let me give you a tip, when you're fucking her later, give the ring a little jerk, she'll come like you won't believe, probably 5 or 6 times in a row. They always increase the sensitivity of the nipples and clit now and there's no extra charge."
The soldier handed the leash hanging from her nose ring to Carl.
This ring he saw was removable, thank god.
"Here she is, enjoy her. I have to get back in there, good luck and enjoy your slave."
He started to lead her away but realized her was still carrying her shoes. He quickly bent to slip the shoes on her feet and found that she had some kind of soft plastic attached to the soles of her feet. He couldn't see how to remove the plastic pieces, so he decided to leave them alone till he got her back to their hotel room. A short chain maybe a foot long went from one ankle cuff to the other, he was able to remove. They had given him a key (to remove any locks or chains she was still wearing) they said.
He took the chain off from around his neck and there was the key. He unlocked the chain at each ankle and then put the chain and the locks in the cloth bag with the book "The Care and Maintenance of Your Slave" and all the other slave paraphernalia. Once they were outside and alone, he spoke to her.
"Did they hurt you in there?"
"I don't think so Master."
He looked about thinking they were being watched and saw no one, he whispered, "Maybe you're right, we'll talk more when we get to our room."
As they walked into the lobby the desk clerk called out to him... "Oh good, sir I have taken the liberty of upgrading your room now that you have your slave back with you. Here is your new room key; your room has been made up already. You are three floors higher so it's much quieter up at that level now. Goodnight."
When they finally entered their room, he turned back towards her. She had just dropped her cloak. She stood there with her arms raised, her fingers clasped behind her head she was totally nude.
