by usemeinva

Chapter 21

Before dawn, I was awakened by the click of my cage door and I slid from the cage rubbing my still sore ass against the floor. I went to the slave facilities where I cleaned myself as I was ordered. Once done I returned to Master’s room and kneeled beside his bed. I must have waited for at least a half-hour before his alarm woke him up and he rose and inserted his cock in my mouth and pissed down my throat. I swallowed it all as quickly as I could. Then he pumped his cock into my throat which would have made me gag if I wasn’t so used to it at this point. Soon he pulled out and shot his cum all over my face and instructed me to not touch it to let it dry there.

He lead me out of the room after he had gotten his shower and dressed. He attached my leash and lead me out of the room. We walked across campus which was a good deal busier than the day before. Slaves carrying their Master’s books were a frequent sight. We headed toward a large building that was rather no plain in appearance compared to the others. We entered the building we approached the main desk and Master informed the man behind the desk that he needed to register me as his new slave since I would be staying on campus. Master filled out a bit of paperwork while I was instructed to sit on the floor where they designated. Master returned the paperwork to the man and came and told me to sit here that they would come to get me shortly for slave orientation. He left me sitting there presumably to go to class. I had hoped to go to classes with him as I had seen other slaves doing but I guess at least today that wasn’t going to happen.

Soon another slave was ordered to sit next to me. He was fully dressed which surprised me. He looked at me with tears flowing from his eyes. I asked what was wrong. He explained that he was just enslaved. He has no idea what is going on. He was only informed that he was given to the University as a donation for tax purposes. The University evaluated him and said that I was too ugly to be a sex slave so I would spend the rest of my life working in the kitchens. They also told him that the Masters eating in the dining hall like to see the slaves working there to suffer so he would be routinely beaten.

Soon we were greeted by another man who would lead us through orientation. We were first taken to a classroom where there were two desks. The man pointed to the one with the dildo in the seat for me to sit at and the one without for the other slave. I had barely impaled myself on the dildo when I was zapped by an electric current from the dildo. I yelped mostly because of the surprise rather than any pain. The man looked at me and smiled. He said that most of this morning would be repetitive for me from my training from the Center but they didn’t want me to fall asleep so the shocks would continue. He also informed me that any future reaction to them no matter how severe they are would result in punishment. The other slave looked at me like he was a deer caught in headlights. The man stepped out of the room for a bit to get some things prepared in the rest of the building for later sessions.

The other slave said he was scared more so about the beating tonight than anything else. He said his parents had never even spanked him growing up so he had no idea what to expect. I told him not to stress over it that he could take whatever they dish out to him. To find something in the distance and focus on it. I told him that I would do my best to be there and he could focus on me that I would allow him to send me his pain through his gaze.

The man returned and spent much of the morning going over the rules for being a slave mostly for the other slave’s benefit since he had just been enslaved that day. Lunch consisted of slave feed and piss. Slave feed was pretty much like dry dog food except it had the vitamins and minerals we needed.

After lunch, we were given a tour of the slave center. There was an exercise room where we would be trained to improve our bodies to our Master’s specifications. There was what amounted to a torture chamber where slaves were kept in long-term bondage the man explained that this was mostly for punishment for the violation of University rules. Some of the slaves were tied up in what looked to be impossible positions. One slave even was undergoing Chinese water torture while another was tied to a bench while a dildo was mechanically going in and out of his throat. He was gagging from the abuse. The same slave had his ass smacked constantly by an automatic leather strap. The man explained that he had already been there for a week at this point without stopping and that he had three more weeks to go. I wanted to ask what he had done but I was afraid I would end up in his place if I did.

The next stop was a much larger version of the dungeon room at the dorm. All of the devices were on wheels like at the dorm so they could be moved around. Again there was a larger door that lead to a stage. This was the larger auditorium that the alpha slave at the dorm had mentioned. The man explained that this is where the other slave’s beating would take place tonight. He said he couldn’t tell us any more about it that it was supposed to be a surprise that part of the torture was the unknowing and the anticipation. The man was called away for a moment by someone else and left us alone with the instructions not to leave the stage. I could see the panic in the other slave's eyes and I told him that he needed to remember to focus on my eyes. Look at nothing else. And if I wasn’t allowed to be there to look at...I looked around and spotted a clock on the far wall. I told him to focus on that clock whatever happened no matter what to watch the second hand and think to himself that every second that ticks off that clock is one less second he had to endure the torture he was facing. That seemed to help him but not very much. I hoped it would be of more help later on this evening.

The man came back and said that there had been a change in schedule. That the slave was needed in the kitchen as a dishwasher that evening so the punishment would be late this afternoon. He said there was one more stop on the tour and I would be free to go. The last stop was the slave “dormitory.” The man explained that since I was a personal slave I would most often sleep in my Master’s room but that there would be times that he would want to use another slave or spend the night with someone else, at those times I would stay here in the “dorm.” We were each shown our rooms which amounted to a small hole in the wall. The “room” wasn’t deep enough that we could lay out straight or tall enough to set up there would be no way to get comfortable. Each of the grated doors had timed locks so we could get out when it was necessary for our assignments. He turned around and pointed to the opposite wall where I noticed the same type of restroom facilities that were in the dorm. The man explained that there was no need for a separate room as slaves we were not entitled to privacy anyway.

I was instructed to go directly back to my Master’s dorm that he would be waiting on me to arrive. I practically ran to Master so I could beg him to be able to attend the other slave’s beating as I had promised. I got to the Master’s room and he was indeed waiting for me. I got on my knees and told him the story of the new slave and my desire to help him. Master looked at me like he was going to say no but then he apparently got an idea. How about I say yes but there is a condition. You must also take the same torture he will. He said, “I will tell you that the torture he will receive is not for the faint of heart. Are you sure you want to endure that?” He explained that the purpose was more for the appearance than for the actual physical pain but it would indeed be painful. The beating would be done by one of the head slave handlers who would use a leather flogger, however, the leather tines of the flogger would have barbs like the barbs from barbed wire spaced every few inches. The purpose is to bloody up the slave so that when he is working in the dining hall washing dishes blood constantly drips down his body the drips continue the entire night because in the hot steam dish room the wounds won’t stop bleeding.

I looked at Master and nodded my head. I would do it for the new slave I would endure whatever it took for him. He was so scared and hopefully I could see him again before and let him know I was doing for him so that he would know if I could endure it so could he. Master locked my wrists behind my back and put a short chain between my ankle cuffs and we walked back to the slave center. Once we arrived my Master explained what he was proposing and I was taken to the backstage area. I looked everywhere I could to find the new slave I was just about to give up hope when I spotted him. I asked if I could speak to him and I was allowed to speak for just a moment. I told him what I had agreed to do he said I shouldn’t have that he would not be permitted to see it anyway that they had told him that he would not see anything before he was taken on stage. I said I was sure that would happen too but he would know that I had just endured everything he had when he steps on that stage and to still find my eyes and know that if I did it he could too.

At that moment I was pulled on stage and the cuffs on my wrists were opened and relocked with my wrists in front of me. A chain was lowered from the ceiling and my wrists were attached. The chain was pulled up and up with it went my wrists until I could barely stand on my toes. I looked out at the audience and locked eyes on my Master. I was doing this for the new slave but in the end, I was doing it for Master as well. Master would now and always be my focal point as I enured what was to come. The trainer came on stage with the flogger and without ceremony started beating me. He started on my chest since that was what was facing the audience. Even with the first lick I could feel the barbs tearing at my skin and soon blood was flowing down my chest then he moved to my balls and legs. In a matter of moments, my front was a bloody mess. He turned me so I was facing the back of the stage only at that point did I notice a mirror there. I found Master’s eyes in the reflection and ignored what I must have looked like. The trainer started with my arms then my back and finally my ass and legs before turning me back around and giving me one last lash to the face. The blood soon ran into my eyes and burned. I was lowered and then brought to the side of the stage to watch the new slave get his beating.

Shortly, he was brought on stage where he was ordered to strip. His eyes grew wide I think he was so focused on the beating in his own mind that he forgot that he would be naked. As he stripped the clothes were thrown to the audience and he was informed that he would never wear clothes for the remainder of his life. Once he was naked he tried to cover his penis with his hands and was smacked and told to never do that, that a superior man should always be able to see what he had down there not that he would ever have the opportunity to use it. He was told that for now he wouldn’t be caged like me but if he was caught masturbating he would be locked in a very small cage. A portable blacksmith set up was rolled on stage and the slave was ordered to present first his wrists. The blacksmith took some obviously heavy iron cuffs that had a short chain between them and used a flame to heat the cuffs and closed them around the slave's wrists to permanently close them. The heat obviously burned his wrists and he quickly looked in my direction and I nodded to him and with my eyes, I willed him to be strong. The process was repeated with his ankles with an even shorter chain. It was obvious he would never be able to walk normally again. He would forever have to take very short steps. Again the cuffs were sealed around his ankles burning those as well. I suspect he would also bear scars on his wrists and ankles from the burns.

He was then led to the chain and his wrists were raised just as mine had been. There he was naked as I had been that first night in front of my family those many months ago. I watched his eyes as he received the same beating I had. I watched his eyes and they sought relief in mine. Once his beating was completed he was led off to the dining hall to work the night away. Master came and retrieved me from the stage and led me to the dining hall as well. I was given my dinner of slave feed to eat off the floor while Master ate his dinner. Once I was done Master had me crawl under the table and service his cock right there in the dining hall. I looked up and down the table, I wasn’t the only one providing service to his Master. Once I had swallowed Master’s cum and piss under the table Master was finished with his dinner. We took his dishes to the dishwasher station where I saw the new slave bleeding and sweating as he worked. I am sure the sweat made all those little wounds really burn. Instead of leading me back to the dorm, Master took me to the slave center where he told me I would spend the night. Master instructed the trainers to make sure my “room” was extra warm so that I would be sweating all night as well. I guess I would know how the new slave felt after all.