by usemeinva

Chapter 16

“WAKE UP SLAVES!!” I was jolted awake and immediately got on my knees facing the trainer who had yelled. He continued, “Today is the last full day of your training. We have a lot left to teach you. Today will be spent in the classroom where you will learn about your legal responsibilities as a slave out in the real world, You will get some specific information on what your Masters will expect from you. You will also get some training on domestic duties. And finally, some information on your marking ceremony to happen tomorrow before you are crated to be shipped off to your Masters. Some of the lessons will be beaten into you quite literally.”

We were led to the cleaning room where we were cleaned inside and out. Then to breakfast where we dined on piss oatmeal and piss as usual. Once we reached the classroom our usual seats were gone instead where spanking benches that we were instructed to lay across them once we had done this we were strapped down by our ankles wrists and then a strap across our backs.

The first lesson was on domestic duties. We were asked if we knew how to use a washer and dryer to which we all nodded. Then we were shown the proper way to make a bed. With each step, our asses were strapped. That definitely focused our attention and would make me remember my lessons. Once we had all learned to make a bed we were instructed on the proper way to fold laundry. Once again our asses were lit up at each step.

For the second lesson, we were each taken to separate rooms where one of the trainers told us a bit about our Master’s expectations. I learned that my Master was a college student. I would be living with him in his dorm. I would provide him sexual service when needed, I would also be expected to provide pony service when he goes out and has too much to drink. I will sometimes attend classes with him and service his cock in class if ordered. At times when my services are not needed in class, I will be taken to the on-campus slave training center where I will be required to exercise and at times provide service to others at my Master’s orders. The University and its dorm will also have expectations. Any slave living in the dorm is expected to help clean the dorm halls and bathrooms and showers. If the toilets have issues I will be expected to provide the necessary backup. Lastly, I will be made available for use by any resident of the dorm one night a week approximately depending on the number of slaves in the dorm.

The University has a slave Olympics that I must participate in but I will learn more about that later at the training facility. Once my trainer was done he had me get on my knees and service his cock. About the time I was done the lead trainer opened the door to our room. Apparently, that was the signal to return to the main classroom. Once we returned I noticed that the spanking benches were gone and chains were hanging from the ceiling. We were instructed to stand each under one of the chains with our arms above our heads. The chains were secured around our wrist The chains were raised until we were each forced to stand only on our toes. One of the trainers took a belt and gave us each a lick across the ass and another across the chest we were told to focus our attention on what was next.

A slave that we had not seen before was brought into the room and placed on a platform in front of us that was raised enough so we could easily see him from our stretched-out position. The trainer said it was not time to tell us about our Marking Ceremony. This was the final part of our training and was required before we could go out in public as full slaves. He explained that this slave had already been marked but with time the marks sometimes fade and need to be refreshed so it would be remarked in front of us so we would know what to expect.

He explained that state law required each slave to be given two marks. One a tattooed bar code on our lower backs just above our ass cracks. The code would include our slave identification number that would identify us so we could be returned to our Masters if we ever escaped. Some Masters including all of ours also use that bar code for an app where another free man can scan our bar code to contact our Masters to see if he could use us for his pleasure.

“We won’t demonstrate that since this slave doesn’t need that refreshed and he was sure we were all familiar with the process of getting a tattoo. The second mark required by the state was a simple ‘S’ branded on our right pectoral to indicate ‘slave.’”

The slave was ordered to his knees with his hands behind his head. One of the trainers entered with the brand and a blow torch. The trainer used the blow torch to heat the brand until it was red hot. At that point, the brand was pressed into the chest of the slave. The smell of the burning flesh was instant and horrible. The slave screamed from the pain. Once the process was completed the hot branding iron was placed in a bucket of water to cool it off. The slave was taken down and removed from the room.

The trainer continued without as much as a blink at the pain the slave had endured. He explained that each of our Master’s had also requested special preparations beyond what was required by the state. We were each going to have all of our body hair permanently removed. That would happen after this session since it would cause some redness that they didn’t want visible for the marking ceremony tomorrow. He asked if we knew who our Master’s were and everyone but I said they did. He said, “OK, I’ll start with you.” He said to me. “Your Master has requested that you also be branded on the ass with his personal brand. You will also be fitted with a permanent steel collar, ankle and wrist cuffs. You will also be fitted with a permanent chastity cage like the one you wore when you first arrived except this one will have little spikes that will poke your cock if it gets hard and cannot be removed. After this, I zoned out thinking about what I would endure the next day while the other slaves were given their instructions. Once they were done another crack of the belt across my ass refocused my attention back on the trainers.

The trainer went on to explain that since our Marking Ceremony will take place in front of the crowds waiting to get into the auction. It would be unseemly for there to be a lot of screaming or even crying from us before the crowd. One of our Masters had decided he didn’t care if we still had our cock and balls or not since we would never get to use them anyway. He gestured to the door where a guillotine-type device was rolled in The trainer brought the slave back in and had him expose his ass to be branded with his Master’s brand. The trainer explained that the release mechanism for the guillotine’s blade was triggered by sound. A long salami was inserted into the hole where one of our cock and balls would be inserted. The slave received his second brand and screamed and the blade fell cutting the salami in half instantly.

We all visibly winced. Without another word, he left the room followed by the slave that was walking with difficulty. The other trainers let us down from the chains and led us to the place where our body hair would be removed. It was basically a large hot tub with what we were told was a special chemical that would not only remove our hair but would not allow it to ever grow back. We were reminded that to keep our heads out unless we had received instructions otherwise. We each took our turns getting in until we were all seated in the tub. We were told that we would need to sit there for about two hours to make sure all the hair was removed. The trainer instructed that the slaves that had been told that they were to do their heads as well to go ahead and submerge their heads and hold them under the liquid for as long as they could. They were to repeat the process five times during the course of the two hours in order to remove the head hair. Two slaves did as they were told. When they came back up spots of their hair were gone already.

The trainer explained that he was going to the control room where he would be watching but during this time we were free to talk among ourselves since this was our last night of training the rules were somewhat relaxed.

Once the trainer left the room the other slaves all started talking at once about the guillotine and that we must all make every effort to not make a sound during the Marking Ceremony. None of us wanted to lose our cock and balls and we would do everything to prevent that for our fellow slaves. The now balding slaves dunked their heads the remaining times and the last time they were completely bald. I was glad that my Master did not order that. The permanent chastity was bad enough. Once the time was up we got out of the tub and were rinsed off. Then we were sprayed with something we were told would make sure the redness would be gone in the morning.

We were then escorted back to our room where the trainer informed us that as long as we didn’t do any damage to each other we were welcome to have sex with each other for the next two hours then we would be expected to go to sleep. Each of my fellow slaves all came to me and said that since I was going to have my cock locked up forever they each wanted to suck my cock so I would at least be somewhat satisfied before I was locked up anyway. I was very grateful as told them I would gladly return the favor to each of them with either of my holes they wished to use. So for the next hour, I received seven blow jobs, then had my face and ass fucked by each slave in return. In the meantime, several of the others paired off to enjoy themselves while waiting for their turns. Soon our time was over and we were instructed to go to sleep so we would be well-rested for tomorrow.