But, finally, they were tired of the game of silence, and “Redhead”, grinning, said:

- While the ointment is working, my friend will explain something to you. Listen to her carefully and do not interrupt. And I will be back soon.

I nodded, because I did not want to express myself as a cow, and I had no other opportunity. The Redhead nodded contentedly and left the room. We stayed together with the "Black". The girl waited until her partner closed the door behind her, and slowly began to stroll around the room.

- So, so! - she said in an even voice, - Remember the following. You are a slave for sale to our customers. Who are they, I will not tell you. I do not know how they will deal with you. Let me just say that it is in your interest to be sold as soon as possible. Here - not a resort, and no one will keep you long. If they do not sell it the third time, they will sew it in a bag and throw it into the sea.

I opened my eyes and shuddered. And the girl calmly looked at me and continued:

“Me and my partner will take care of you while you are here.” Who we are, and what is our name - you are not supposed to know. By the way, you now have no name, but only a number. Whether you have a name or not depends on your future lord. Precisely, lord, not master. That you have to learn firmly. Your future will depend on it. He can beat you, kill, sell to someone else. But you can try to influence his wishes. If you are an exemplary slave, he may not want to part with you. And what should be the approximate slave - you, I think, guess. But I remind you. Unquestioning obedience and submission. Clear?

Her words drove me into a stupor. I stopped thinking something and sat like a wax figure from Madame Tussauds. From this tetanus state I was brought by the shout of my mentor:

- I to whom I address? Are you listening to me girl

I nodded absently back at her and felt tears in my eyes. She noticed this and said softly:

- Your trouble is that you were in the wrong place and at the wrong time. And you can say thanks to your girlfriend. Wasn't she dragging you behind her?

I mumbled something unintelligible, and “Black” calmly continued:

- While there is time, I will briefly tell what will happen to you. No need to memorize. Everything will flow by itself. First you will be quarantined. This is not the most pleasant place. I will not tell you what it is to not scare you in advance. The minimum quarantine period is ten days if you behave yourself. But the quarantine will not last forever. If you become a ruffian - will be transferred to the punishment cell. This is even worse. Usually, after the punishment cell the slaves become like silk.

Then you will be transferred to a training group, where you will study and wait for the sale. There you will put a stamp on the left buttock. It hurts, but not deadly. If the slave is susceptible and very sensitive to pain, she is given weak anesthesia.

Well, and there your first buyers will appear. Try to please them. Usually, potential goods are checked in special rooms. But this does not always happen. Sometimes a slave immediately bought without checking. While making a purchase, the slave is packed so that she could not even guess where and how she will be taken. However, it is not put to sleep, as it may seem logical. She just shut up all the senses, except for obaneniya. Thus, even if a miracle happens, and the slave manages to escape, she will not know where she is. Our clients are very strictly guarding their property. I do not know a single case that a slave escaped. But with life they tried to end even here. Only nothing happened.

I quietly nibbled and cried, The girl came up to me and, leaning over to the very face, said:

- But do not cry.For it will be punished.

I opened my eyes in horror. Will I be whipped? And “Black”, as if reading my thoughts, said:

- Nobody will beat you, the punishment will be of a different kind. I do not recommend experimenting. And the last. Everything is known about you. All your weaknesses, addictions, elements of arousal. So consider.

She stepped aside and thought. But suddenly, remembering something, she turned to me:

- All the time, until the sale you will be connected with a gag in your mouth. So you can not fully communicate with other slaves. Mouth will be released only at the time of feeding. But you still can not speak. And if you try to do something unlawful, you will be punished. I got it?

I sighed heavily and nodded my head.

"Black" looked at the door and made a displeased grimace. Probably, the partner was delayed, which was not at all part of her plans. But then the door opened, and the “Redhead” appeared. Most likely, she very quickly ran, because she was breathing heavily, and sweat was dripping from her forehead.

- How long can you wait? - in a dissatisfied voice said "Black."

“I spoke with the Master,” she said, “What about the girl?”

“It's okay,” shrugged Black.

- Suite! - exclaimed "Red", - Give a hose. I will wash off.

They stood behind me and began to pour warm water on my crotch. Soon there was a puddle on the floor, in which I saw the remains of my hair. "Black" took a soft towel and dabbed between my legs. Then she slowly ran her hand and said: “Like a newborn!” And “Red” laughed, but this time she had a natural laugh, even a pleasant one, not frightening.

She started to untie me from the chair, and her friend put rubber slippers on my feet and helped me to the floor. Then again they pulled a bag over my head, but I did not resist. I heard the lock on my neck clicked, apparently, they put the collar on again and fastened the leash and gently pulled it. I followed him like a dog, and one of the girls walked beside me and supported me, not letting me stumble.

I mumbled softly.

“To quarantine,” I heard the voice of “Black.” “Not far from here.” Now we will dress you and you will rest. And remember what I told you.

We walked really short. Probably, "Red" more than once like this on a leash drove girls. Felt experience. She didn’t pull me by the neck when it was necessary, she held me, and “Black” indicated the direction, grabbing me by the elbow.

I heard some door being unlocked, but I noticed that the lock was well oiled and the door hinges did not creak, as is often shown in films. We entered, but I did not feel any cold or damp. Indeed, if you want to sell a product more expensive, why spoil it from the very beginning.

Then a bag was taken from my head. The light was not too bright, and I very quickly got used to it and began to look at my new “home”. The room in truth was like a prison cell, only it was bright and clean. But I did not notice the windows. On the ceiling, in a thick glass ceiling, a small neon lamp burned, scattering a soft bluish light. There was no table or chairs in the room, but there was a narrow low bench, covered with black oilcloth, and some straps hung from the sides. The head part was slightly raised and rigidly fixed. In the place where the neck was supposed to be, a round neck was made. The same neckline was in the legs.

And in the far corner I saw a barely noticeable panel, apparently a retractable one. But why she can be here, and what lies behind her, I even dimly could not imagine.

“This is where you will be quarantined,” said “Black” and put a bundle on the stove bench, “These are your clothes and all the necessary accessories.”

“I’ll probably go,” the Redhead said for some reason, “I think I can handle it myself.”

- What did the Boss say? - asked "Black".

“Nothing,” the Redhead waved aside and disappeared through the door.

- Well, that's great! - “Black” turned my back to me and began to unwind the bandage with which the hands were tied, - When you feel freedom, ... Read more →