by usemeinva

Chapter 7

The next morning the Trainers came to get us, slaves, early. We were paraded through the Center to the slave mess where we served piss and oatmeal made with piss instead of water. The oatmeal was made with no seasoning so it was definitely bland.

After swallowing my breakfast as quickly as I could we were taken to the showers where we were power-washed as a group much the same as I had been individually the other day. Once we were dry we were paraded through the public part of the center, each of us holding the balls of the slave behind us, back into the private part of the Center. This time we were escorted into a classroom. This was much like the classrooms I was used to in school except the walls had posters that talked about service and submission. One of them read, “Keep Calm and Take His Cock” then in smaller letters, “In any way He wants you to take it.” We were instructed to take a seat at a desk. I went to a desk, instead of chairs, there were stools. Each stool had a butt plug. Yes, sit with the plug in your holes faggots. Once we were settled the trainer pushed several buttons on his desk each of the slaves jumped startled at the shock inside our holes.

The trainer simply said, “I’d advise you to maintain your attention level.”

Another trainer started pacing in front of us saying that today’s lesson would focus on the importance of submission to our Masters. He pointed at me and said I think one of you got a good lesson yesterday in what happens when you fail to do that. At that, I hung my head in shame unable to make eye contact with him. I felt a quick shock in my hole and I looked up and met his eyes despite my shame.

He continued to give us some basic rules for our submission. He said our Master’s may have more specific or even different expectations for us but we would get to those later if needed in individual lessons. He started the lecture and these are the highlights of what he told us.

1. You have no rights.
   When you were enslaved, you relinquished all rights you have to say in what he does to you. He can do anything he pleases: hit you, torture your cock and balls, burn you with cigarettes, cut you, leave you chained for an indefinite time period, forcing you to publicly humiliate yourself. Your “limits” are the limits of his imagination.
    
2. You are property.
   Your master owns you. Everything you do in life is now secondary to your service to him, and will only be allowed to be pursued if he allows it. Your “he” pronoun will be replaced with “it.” You will refer to yourself as “it” instead of “I.” Forget that he has a name…to you, he will always be “Sir” or “Master.”
    
3. He WILL hurt you.
   A sadist enjoys inflicting pain. Your job is to take whatever pain he plans to dish out.
    
4. You WILL eat disgusting things.
   Think of shit, piss, cigarette butts, food waste, and garbage as things you will be consuming as food and drink. If he’s really sadistic, add dog food to that menu as well. Not only will you eat those things, but you will also thank him every time he feeds them to you.
    
5. He is NOT your friend or your lover.
   Your master is not there to be kind to you, to consider your feelings and desires, or to treat you like an equal. This isn’t a BDSM scene that ends with a nice aftercare session, where he treats your marks and bruises before wining and dining you. When he’s done beating you, you go back into bondage wherever he has you stored when you are not in use. Forget having any feelings for him. They will not be returned. He will love and fuck anyone he wants, but it will not be you. The only thing you may get to experience from that is being fed the used condom when he’s done.
    
6. If he’s straight, you will NOT have access to his cock.
   Forget being used as a dick-sucking machine. If he’s straight, he’s straight. He will torture your cock, but will not suck it. He will torture your ass, but will not fuck it. He will make you wear a device that will torture your dick as soon as it gets hard, just so that you don’t get the idea that he has any interest in pleasing you sexually.
    
7. If he’s gay or bi, you are simply a masturbation device.
   You will only suck his cock or be fucked by him when he can’t get it or doesn’t want it from a better source. With you, he knows he does not have to practice safe sex or wear a condom. He also knows he can just fuck you and then chain you back up when he’s done. He can also use you as a party favor for his friends, who also know they don’t have to wear condoms when they fuck you. As a subhuman, you accept any load you are given, poz or neg. Asking about status will get you severely punished.
    
8. There is no such thing as rape.
   All sex done to you by your Master or your Master’s friends is inherently consensual. As a subhuman, you have no right to refuse.
    
9. Life will get dull and boring most of the time.
   When you’re not in use, you are stored in what will likely be a hot, cold, smelly, untidy, and filthy place. This is where you will stay the majority of the time. You will have no books to read, no laptops, no television, no phones, nothing that isn’t specifically authorized by your Master. You will stare at walls for any hours you are not sleeping. And when it’s time to be used, it won’t matter whether you’re sleeping or not. Because as a subhuman, your comfort does not matter.
    
10. A slave is at peace with its reality.
    Unlike a BDSM sub, who goes back to a normal life once the scene is over, you know that your place is below that of humans. Nevertheless, you have a useful function in society. Violent men hurt you so that they don’t hurt people. Rapists rape you so that they don’t rape women. You help a person to show his best face to others because his worst face is reserved for you. Your servile and subhuman existence nurses the need for a person with low self-esteem to feel superior to something. The function that you serve is one no person ever wants to. But a true subhuman is at peace knowing that it has a purpose and lays down and takes the beatings and the abuse gracefully.

He then asked if there were any questions. Anything about this we would like to discuss. I’m not sure if we didn’t have any questions or were too scared to ask them. But we all stayed silent.

He said, “Good. Now we are going to put each of you through a lesson in submission. We have a task for each of you. Each one is different. You will endure that task for a period of time while the other slaves and Trainers watch you. The submission part comes from you will accepting the task and completing it without question despite the pain, or fear that it causes you. In front of you is a card that has been placed on your desk each card has a number on it. Turn that card over and find your number.

I was number 5.

That is the order in which you will do your task.

Great, I was going to be next to last. More time to have an anxiety attack over whatever they were going to do to me.

“Number 1, stand and come forward." The slave to my right stood and stepped forward. He continued, “You know that we would do nothing to you that would cause you permanent harm you have to trust us that we will hurt you, we will play with your mind, we will torture you but in the end, you will be ok, correct. You may speak.”

The slave replied, “Yes Sir.” Although he didn’t look entirely sure he believed it.

One of the Trainers rolled out a large item covered by a black sheet. The sheet was removed to show a clear box that seemed fairly small. He opened the top and ordered the slave to get inside the lid was closed and locked. The Trainer then produced a large jar that must have been about a gallon in size. It was literally filled with crawling cockroaches. He showed the jar to us slaves as well as the slave in the box whose eyes got very large. I could see him start to panic.

The Trainer asked the slave if he could hear him. The slave nodded. “Good. Remember what I said about hurting you. Nothing permanently bad will happen. If we were your Masters we would be well within our rights to bring you permanent harm but He has not given us permission to do that at this point for any of you and your Owners.

The Trainer open a small hatch on the top of the box and poured the cockroaches on top of the slave. They immediately started crawling all over him. He started trying to shake them off himself which he was at once ordered to stop. After several minutes they started crawling on his face and he was definitely starting to hyperventilate. The Trainer ordered him to open his mouth. He complied and first one then two cockroaches entered his mouth and then after a moment came back out. He was then permitted to close his mouth. After what must have seemed an eternity to him a vacuum hose I hadn’t noticed in the bottom of the box was turned on and the cockroaches were quickly sucked away. The box was opened and the slave was permitted to climb out.

The Trainers checked him over to make sure he was ok then allowed to return to his seat.

“Number 2.”

The next slave reluctantly got up and stepped forward. The box of cockroaches was moved to the side and another covered device was moved in. The one was a wooden cross like an X. The slave stepped up to and was restrained by his wrists and ankles. Once he was secure another draped device was moved out. This one was a vice-like is used in metalwork to hold a piece of metal while it is being worked on. It was rolled directly in front of him. The height was adjusted and his balls were placed in the grips of the vice. Then it was tightened until it looked like the slave was going to pass out from the pain. He was left to hang there with his balls being crushed for as long as the first slave was in the box. When his time was done they released the vice and then let him down from the cross. The slave went to rub his balls hoping to relieve some of the pain when he was told to get his hands off his Master’s property. He went back to his seat where he was given a shock for his disobedience.

“Number 3.”

The slave on my other side stood and stepped forward. He kneeled at the feet of the Trainer then bent and kissed his feet. The Trainer said that it was interesting that the slave appreciated feet. He might appreciate his own more after this task.

A treadmill was rolled into the center of the room. I thought he was just going to have to run. Something I definitely had experience with but then the Trainer pointed out the broken pieces of glass embedded in the track of the treadmill. The Trainer instructed the slave to get on the track. The track started moving. The slave looked down trying to avoid the glass as he placed his feet. The Trainer used a strap on his ass and told him to keep his head up. The slave could no longer try to avoid the glass. The speed on the treadmill was increased and it was obviously painful for the slave. Soon you could see his feet start to bleed. He kept running. Soon his time was up and the Trainer reduced the speed until it came to a stop and he was ordered to sit on the desk. The slave's feet were inspected and the cuts were cleaned and treated. He was ordered to sit again once they were done. The slave got up off the desk kneeled and kissed the feet of the Trainer and thanked him for his training. Once he sat up the Trainer smacked his face and told him that he was told to sit he wasn’t given permission to speak or do anything else.

“Four.”

The next slave stepped forward. He was practically shivering with nerves. The Trainer laughed when he saw him. The slave stood in the center of the room and another clear box was brought in and the slave was ordered to get in and the lid was closed. Like before a hatch was opened in the top. A hose was put in the box and the slave was told to put it in his mouth. The other end of the hose was attached to some kind of blower. The door to the room opened and several slaves entered carrying five-gallon buckets. I then noticed the buckets were filled with ice. The Trainer said that the air coming through the hose was heated. He told the slave to focus on that warmth as he started pouring the ice on top of the slave. Once all the buckets were emptied a hose appeared and the box was completely filled with water. The slave was asked if he could hear the Trainer. He shook his head. The Trainer kept saying to focus on the warmth. Endure the pain but focus on what is good. It will help you to get through it. The slave closed his eyes you could see that he was trying to focus. He eventually opened his eyes and you could see he was more relaxed with his situation. After a few more minutes his time was up. The lid was opened and he was allowed to stand then climb out. The Trainers instantly wrapped him in towels and dried him off but also got the blood circulating through his body once again and soon he looked much warmer and more comfortable. He was ordered to sit.

“Five.”

I took a big breath and stood. I approached the Trainer and bowed my head in submission to whatever he was going to do to me. I saw him pick up some leather gloves and put them on. He said to me with an evil smirk on his face, “Slave you endure a lot yesterday and you seemed to like nails.”

He turned the gloves around and I noticed they were covered with small nails. He explained that I wasn’t going to be restrained for this that I needed to accept my task willingly and without even flinching. Any reluctance will be severely punished. I nodded. He had me turn around and face the other slaves. I had expected to be spanked with the gloved hand but at least to start he just did what would normally look like a caring caress of my face but the nails in the gloves actually hurt quite a bit on the tender flesh of my face. Slowly and methodically he moved down my neck and chest and abdomen. Eventually, he reached my still locked cock. I had hoped the cage would provide it some protection but the nails were just long enough that they penetrated the cage and I could feel the nails even there.

Then he grabbed my balls and I do mean grabbed them hard. I was sure he was going to bust them. I was afraid to look down expecting to see nothing but mush and blood. I was told to spread my legs and he reached around behind me and bent me over and grabbed my balls again. Then with the other hand started swatting my ass with the nail-gloved hand. The spanking continued for several minutes and then stopped. I was instructed to stand. He inspected my body and made sure any broken skin was taken care of and I was ordered to my seat. Boy was I relieved that was over.

“Last but not least, Six.”

The slave furthest from me stood and moved to the front. This time a tray covered with black cloth was brought in and set on the desk. The Trainer removed the cloth. I could see a rubber glove, some kind of tube, and a root of some kind that had been peeled and was soaking in liquid.

The Trainer asked, “Do you know what ginger root is slave?”

“No Sir.”

“Well, you are about to find out. This is ginger root. It is used in making Ginger Ale and Gingerbread. It is also used in torturing slaves in a process called “figging.’ Bend over.” The slave bent over the desk and the root was inserted in his hole after drying the liquid off of it.

“Slave I want you to squeeze down on that and hold it tight in your hole. Now move to the cross.”

The slave moved to the cross and his ankles and wrists were restrained.

“By now your hole should be starting to burn. Am I right slave?”

The slave nodded his head vigorously. The Trainer then took the glove and tube. He squeezed some cream into the glove. The Trainer said, “This is an enhanced version of IcyHot. Your cock and balls are about to be on fire like your ass.”

The Trainer spread the cream over the slave's balls and cock even stroking his cock a few times. Once he was done he put a bit more on his finger and rubbed it on the slave's nipples. It must have been like fire because you could see him sweating and squirming. He was left to suffer for his period. Once his time was over the trainer rubbed another cream over the same areas and the burning stopped. He was removed from the cross and ordered to bend over the desk where the ginger was removed as well. The same cream was rubbed in his hole and you could see the relief on his face. He was ordered to sit.

The Trainer returned to his seat at the desk and the other Assistant Trainers left the room. The Trainer looked at us and said, “I’m very impressed, slaves. You did very well in your first experience. I had another lesson planned for this afternoon but I’m pleased with your training this far so I’m going to give you a break from your training. We’ll do that lesson tomorrow. No, you aren’t going to have the rest of the day off, you are fag slaves you work all the time. I want you to stand and grab the slave behind you by the balls and follow me.”

He lead us down the hall into the public part of the Center we turned right at the main hall and went into the Gear Store. He told us to stay where we were and went and talked to the man in charge. He came back and said, “I’m going to let Master Jerry here use you today as models, demonstration dummies whatever he needs for the rest of the day. I will be back at closing time to get you.”

He looked at us to see where we would be most useful to him. He pointed at me saying, “Since you are locked you won’t be of much use as a model in a display. Follow me.”

He turned and walked off and I followed. It turned out the Gear Store, although one large store was broken up into lots of smaller shops where the merchandise was grouped by use. I was led to the whip, flogger, paddle area. He lead me to a pedestal and ordered me to stand there. If anyone looks like they have questions about an item offer to allow them to use it on you to try it out.

“Yes Sir, honored to serve, Sir.”

In no time a man with a smaller teen boy entered the area. From what I could pick up from the conversation the boy was being given his first slave. The slave in question was another boy the same age. They had grown up playing together on the large estate as there were few other playmates available in the area. Now the boy was reluctant to have to punish his “friend.”

I overheard the father say, “He is now your responsibility. You have to make sure he behaves and does as you tell him. We’ll also get some things to make you're using him to explore your sexuality with him more fun for you as well.” The boy turned crimson. He finally picked up a leather strap and swung it a few times.

I saw this as my cue. I stepped forward as I was instructed and said to the boy, “Would Sir like to try that out on this slave, Sir?”

“That’s a good idea, son,” said the father.

The boy blushed again and reluctantly nodded. I turned around and offered him my back and ass to strap. The first hit was so soft I barely felt anything. He was obviously nervous. The father encouraged him some and he struck me again. This time with a bit more gusto I felt it some. Seemingly he realized that what he did didn’t kill me and the third time he really let me have it. I was so surprised I let out a small gasp from the pain. The father and son dismissed me and I thanked them for allowing me to be of service to them. The two turned and went to purchase the strap. I was pleased to have been able to help them.

Over the next several hours I was used to try out various implements including a plexiglass paddle, a flogger, and a leather paddle that left a mark on my ass that said, “slave.”

When the Trainer returned to gather us at closing time we were taken to the slave mess and given our dinner which was exactly like our breakfast. Then we were taken back to our quarters to rest and sleep.