by usemeinva

Chapter 47

“Good morning slaves. Time to rise and get fucked. But first breakfast.”

I led the still dildo filled slaves to the dining hall where the usual meal of slave food was waiting but with a slightly larger portion. I warned the slaves to eat slowly since they hadn’t eaten for a while their stomachs would have shrunk and if they eat too quickly they will be ill. They did eat quickly but not too quickly and soon we were headed back to the classroom to get ready for the Masters arrival. Once we arrived at the classroom I had all of the slaves mount fuck benches similar to the one they had used the day before. Once they were strapped down I removed each dildo in turn and inspected their holes making sure no real damage had been done. Fortunately all was well. Hopefully it would remain so.

Once I was done I put earplugs and blindfolds on each of the slaves. The earplugs would allow the slaves to hear but the voices would be distorted enough that they were not recognizable. I petted each of the slaves on the head and then went across the hall to my own fate for the non-Master students. I was pleased to see that 7 had returned and there would be the four of us to serve the other students. 7, fag kev and Briggs were already secured in place. I mounted my own bench and was strapped down in short order.

I was positioned between Briggs and 7 so I took advantage of the moments before the students arrived to ask why he volunteered for this. He told me that he realized that getting fucked was the only way he was going to get off for the rest of the school year and this was as good a way as any to achieve that goal. He said he also hoped by volunteering it would allow him to have his clothes back sooner rather than later. I nodded my head and wished him luck. I just hoped he had truly learned his lesson.

I quickly asked 7 how his sale went. He told me he was purchased as the new bed slave for a Master that has many slaves. During his life he would serve in many roles including bed slave, maid, valet, chef, and toilet. He was happy that his Master seemed like a good guy who wouldn’t treat him too harshly. I smiled I was glad he found a good Master. He that all of us were invited to come to a special event as he was made part of the household of slaves. It would be in a few days. About that time we were interrupted by the students arriving.

The students entered and lined up behind which of us they wanted to fuck. I couldn’t look backwards enough to see how long my line was but here goes nothing. The first student in line had a nice cock not too big but big enough to feel good. The second guy had a small cock and I barely noticed him fucking me. The third guy was huge! Large enough that I knew I would be walking funny for a few hours later. He quite literally filled my ass with cum when he came. The next several guys were more average and I had to concentrate to squeeze my hole tight so that I could even feel them after the one guy. The best part of the whole experience was when the guy with the large cock came back for seconds then after filling me the second time brought that monster cock to my mouth to clean up. When the lines ended we were released and allowed to go clean up. I checked the clock and saw that it was almost lunch time so I went and checked on the slaves. Their Masters were just finishing and giving each other high fives. They pulled their pants up as I entered and started talking about which ones they liked best as the left to get ready for lunch.

Once they were gone I inspected the slaves’ holes and everything was good there. I reinserted the buttplugs and removed the blindfolds. Once I had removed the restraints I told them to stand and led them to the dining hall where the were served a large portion of slave chow with peelings and scraps from the Master’s meal mixed in. Every now and then one of the students would come over and pick a slave to use as an urinal. Once the slaves had finished eating their lunch we returned to the classroom where I instructed the slaves to remount the fucking benches. I then pulled out the fucking machines and put a dildo on the end of each that was about the average size of the Masters. Once they were all inserted I turned them on and informed the slaves that I would not be strapping them in because they should be able to take a fucking without being restrained. They all nodded. I explained that they would remain like that until dinner time.

Once they were all settled into place I asked if anyone had anything to say. I wasn’t surprised when 4 spoke first saying how much he enjoyed being fucked. The general consensus among the rest was that it wasn’t as bad as they feared. Watching them being fucked I could tell they weren’t entirely comfortable with it yet but I had a feeling by the time the day ended they would be or pretty close. I told him that I needed to step out for a bit I had been asked to sit in on a meeting the Headmaster was holding with the Masters.

When I arrived the Headmaster acknowledged my arrival and inquired about where the slaves were. I explained that they were in the classroom being fucked by the fucking machines for the afternoon. The Headmaster nodded to me and said, “Good.” Before turning back to the Masters and said, “Time to start making your selections. I want you to make a list of your top three picks in order If you all decide on different slaves for your first pick wonderful it will be quite easy to decide but if there are two or more of you who pick the same slave or slaves then we can start by negotiating between you and if that doesn’t work we’ll draw numbers from a hat. I want you to bring your lists to a meeting tomorrow at this time. Now that will give you this evening and tomorrow morning to complete your evaluations. What would help you for each of those sessions. The slaves have sucked you, been used as urinals by you, fucked by you. What do you want to see next?”

Jackson Shields spoke first, “I’d like to see them take punishment and pain.”

“Perhaps some kind of athletic contest.” said Jayson English.

Max Pine, spoke up perhaps a combination of the two?”

“How about we have them in eyeless hoods and take them to the gym. Let them try to play keep away from us. We’d each have a whip and could whip them?

Everyone seem to agree on the plan. Then Benji Pellew said that really wasn’t my choice but I’m OK with it. How about in the morning while still hooded, we get to have a private session with the slaves we are considering as our top three choices each session lasting one hour during that time we can use them as we please. We could reuse the ‘rooms’ from the night before the auction.”

Everyone agreed to that plan as well. So I was dismissed and rejoined the slaves in the classroom. I stopped each slave’s fucking machine and switched out the dildos to one a bit larger and this one vibrated too. I told the slaves that they were under no circumstances allowed to cum for the rest of the afternoon. I stayed and watched them. After one hour they were struggling to not cum.

After two it was nearly impossible. I was surprised that most of them made it the full three hours. 2 and 4 were the ones that failed and I told them that they would be punished in this evening’s session with the Masters. I told them to go get clean inside and out and be back here in ten minutes. Once they were back we went to dinner. Dinner was much the same as lunch except someone generously put a dog turd on top of each slave’s bowl. A couple of them looked at me as if to say “Are we really supposed to eat that?” I simply nodded yes. “You eat anything and everything your Masters provide for you.”

A few of them had a great deal of difficulty swallowing the turd but in the end all of them did it and none of them threw it up. I looked at them and smiled. Once again they had made me proud. When they were done I led the group to the gymnasium where I ordered them to kneel with their hands behind their backs and their nose on the center line. With the lights still off I made a quick trip to the classroom to gather a few supplies, the masks and wrist shackles for all of them, leg cuffs for 2 and 4.

When I returned to the gym, I hooded the slaves and affixed the shackles in place. I then told them to return to the same position as before until they were given further instructions. The Headmaster was the first to arrive. He had six bullwhips with him. Those were going to hurt once the Masters got the hang of how to use them. I explained to the Headmaster why the two slaves had their ankles shackled and he praised me for my good thinking on their punishment. I also told him they had no idea why they were here only that they were to maintain that position until told otherwise.

In short order the Masters arrived and took their whips and started practicing with them. I could see a couple of them had some prior experience which they started to share with the novices. Pretty soon the Headmaster spoke up and told the slaves to stand I went over and watched 2 and 4 to make sure they didn’t fall. The Headmaster first explained to the Masters why the two slaves had their ankles shackled. He then told the slaves they were to run around the gym and the Masters had a little surprise for them as motivation. He also advised them that the Alpha slave will try to keep you from running face first into the wall but there are six of you and one of him.

“READY, SET, GO!!!”

Despite their inexperience each of the Master did manage to at least hit a different slave. 6 was the most unlucky who took a lick right to the balls. Benji Pellew managed to catch 5 right on his dick. Needless to say the slaves took off running in all directions. Right as he turned to run in the opposite direction 3 took a hard lick to the middle of his back and 2 got one on the ass that even cut his skin. Before long all of the slaves were hit hard enough to be bleeding. After one hour the Headmaster call a stop to the “fun.” He gathered the whips from the Masters and dismissed them. He handed me a jar of ointment that he explained that I should apply to the broken skin of the slaves that they would be completely healed by morning, however the pain they would receive from the wounds would be doubled. He winked and suggested a bit of salt in the wounds was always good for a bit of pain as well.

I gathered the slaves and explained that they were to remain hooded until lunch time tomorrow. I lined them up and told them to put their hand on the cock of the slave behind them and to follow me to the classroom. Once we arrived I did as the Headmaster suggested and put just a bit of salt in each of the slaves wounds and then the ointment. 2 actually screamed from the pain when I put the salt in the wound on his cock. When all of them had been treated I helped them all to lay down on the hard floor to get some sleep. Slowly the started drifting off to await their fates the next day.