A New World
11: Final Exams and a New Home
Although most weren't aware of the specific details concerning cunt slime's experiences
during her absence, virtually all of the center's cadre noticed a profound change in her
behavior, attitude and demeanor after she returned. No longer did it appear she was
paying lip service to her submissiveness, or was she being obedient simply to avoid
punishment; now, it seemed, she was doing these things because she fully accepted
her place in society, and understood that her sole value wasn't in her sexual abilities or
the fact that she could prepare a gourmet meal, but simply in total, absolute obedience.
It quickly became apparent as she performed her daily tasks that she willingly ignored
her own needs, concentrating only on the desires and comfort of others - including the
other slaves. Even in disobedience, serving others was her overriding thought. The
staff recognized this, and often pretended not to notice.
An early example occurred shortly after her return. Cunt slime, who had by now been
renamed "hole," noticed the a young girl sobbing across from her at the feeding trough.
The new slave couldn't have been even twelve years old; although she was completely
hairless like the rest of the slaves, it didn't appear she'd been shaved. Her tits weren't
even large enough to be ringed yet, just little puffy nipples. Hole couldn't help but
notice the dried blood and semen on the girls thighs as she knelt there crying, mouthing
the word "mommy" over and over again.
Although speaking to another slave was prohibited, hole gently whispered to the young
girl, trying to console her. The new slave whispered back, admitting that she was just
eleven and had been a slave for only three days. Her virginity had been savagely
ripped from her by a succession of law enforcement officers after she was discovered in
the park with her boyfriend after curfew. The girl was exhausted, emotionally spent, but
most of all, she said, she was hungry. Hole understood the other slave's plight, and
unable to do anything else, slurped her own portion into her mouth, then spat it into the
other side of the trough. The girl looked at her horrified at first that she would be
expected to eat something another person had licked up, but reality hit when she
realized the magnitude of hole's sacrifice. She knew they'd both broken several rules
and would be punished if caught, but at least her belly wouldn't hurt quite as much.
She returned holes smile, and after a furtive glance around, lapped up the tasteless
paste as quickly as she could. Their secretive exchange was observed and duly noted,
but a decision had already been made to simply wait for any further developments.
Hole, of course, immediately reported her own transgression but could not identify the
specific slave she'd given her meal to. She knew no name, and one hairless, naked
teenage girl looks pretty much like another when you get right down to it. Hole's
punishment, since she was apparently being overfed, she was told, was a week of half
rations. She gladly accepted her fate, knowing that another person - even if it was just
another slave - had received some small benefit. The feeling of having provided a
valuable service to another was more important to her than the hunger pangs that
would follow her for the next seven days. The young girl, who was actually eleven
years old, would also be punished, but that would be a more immediate, quick and
somewhat more painful experience.
Hole found herself unable to lie or deceive her Trainers, and discovered that just
reporting whenever she violated a rule - whether intentional or not - made her feel a bit
less guilty about it. The cadre understood, and most punishments from that point on
were of a more symbolic nature, rather than truly abusive: a sound spanking, perhaps,
or withholding of orgasm privileges for a day or two. These minor sanctions she
accepted without complaint or hesitation, sometimes simply nodding but most often
thanking her superiors for taking the effort to correct her. At this point in her
transformation, though, she surely would have done the same if punishment were a
whipping, a beating, or even something worse.
After a short retraining period, there wasn't much new to teach hole. She'd attended
and successfully completed every course her Owner mandated, and a few others
besides. It was now time to decide whether she was ready for the final exam. . The
first "no" vote came from the Trainer who's cock hole had bitten those months ago.
Whether for revenge or a less nefarious purpose, he simply did not want hole to
graduate. Rejection would mean a return to Day 1 of orientation training; back to the
confines of the cages she'd already twice left. Fortunately for hole, as long as 90% of
the votes were in her favor, she'd not be regressed. Hole held her breath as the other
votes were revealed, sighing loudly when she heard the result. Eighteen for graduation,
one for return to Day 1. She would not be sent back, and would now prepare for the
final exam, to be held in one week.
What hole didn't realize was that every slave who makes it this far automatically
graduates; the final exam is simply one last opportunity for the staff to abuse the slave.
Lasting four entire days - 96 consecutive hours - the slave is put through a rigorous
routine of tasks covering the entire spectrum of her basic and advanced training. In
hole's case, this included preparing and serving a gourmet dinner, repairing a broken
sink trap, dancing seductively before an audience, and serving a succession of men
with her exquisitely trained body.
Beginning with a torturous 12 hour round of physical exertion which included a fifteen
mile run, an agonizing 100 miles on the dreaded stationary bicycle (this time the dildos
were set to a constant high), 500 consecutive sit-ups and an excruciating two mile
speed crawl across gravel, the slave was physically exhausted and very nearly
emotionally spent even before these warm-up events ended. Phase two - sucking off a
line of 40 men in two hours - seemed almost like a rest stop, as did her next task,
preparing and serving a meal of rosemary broiled salmon, steamed asparagus au
gratin, Caesar salad and freshly baked rolls to an intimate party of fifty - followed by a
desert of Baked Alaska. Hole didn't even notice the semen drying on her face and
chest, nor the slight bleeding from her chaffed and chapped lips as she worked almost
on instinct, removing plates and silverware almost before her judges finished their
portions. Hole's task was made even more difficult by the eight inch spiked heels and
short ankle hobbles she wore while scurrying from place setting to place setting. The
shoes were a full two inches higher than anything she'd trained in, and caused her calf
muscles to stretch painfully. She watched eagerly for signs of acceptance or
displeasure, but the cadre members selected for this task were too experienced to let
anything show. The only gestures they made were to order her under the table to
provide oral relief while they ate.
Phase four was another marathon fuck session, this one involving 144 men in groups of
three, taking her constantly for 48 hours. The difference between previous marathons
was that this was not a simple exercise in rape. This time, hole was expected to use all
her abilities to provide the highest level of pleasure possible to those testing her; she
would not be allowed to simply lay back as prick after prick used her as a semen
depository. She would be given precisely 55 minutes to take each group to the level of
ecstasy that only a perfectly-trained slave girl can provide, followed by five minutes to
clean up and change the sheets on her bed. The sheets had priority, so it was only with
great effort that hole was able to even begin to clean herself; she finally found that if
she would forego the towels and simply wipe herself with the soiled sheets as she
removed them from the bed, she could be slightly more presentable. The groups of
men could take her as often as they could during their allotted time; the only condition
was that a load of cum had to be deposited in each of her primary holes.
Hole was nearly delirious when the final group of men finally finished with her, battered
and bruised, the aches seemingly originating deep in her joints. In two days, she'd
coaxed 441 loads of semen from the balls of her raters, with only two giving her a
"barely acceptable" grade. If a mirror had been made available, hole would have seen
that both her rectum and vaginal opening had been so abused from the constant friction
that the skin was raw; her swollen and contused cunt took on an appearance not unlike
a child's skinned knee. She was still, however, permitted no rest. Another full day
stood between the slave and either graduation or a return to the orientation cages, or
so she believed. She was given a bowl of milk and a small portion of slave gruel - the
first food she'd consumed since the test began, though she had been receiving water
every two hours - before moving on to the final segments of the exam.
Exhausted by the physical abuses inflicted on her, the next six hour phase was
completely mental - a comprehensive written examination covering virtually every topic
she'd been taught. Placed in a warmly-heated room, the overhead lights were dimmed
and soft, relaxing music was played as she sat in a comfortable overstuffed chair and
answered question after question - all in essay format - on everything from personal
hygiene to human anatomy and erogenous zones, from plumbing to feng shui,
maintaining a household budget and nutrition. Struggling against the exhaustion that
permeated her every sinew, hole finished the written portion with scarcely 10 minutes
remaining, then used that time to review her answers. Her mind was so befuddled by
this point that she had troubles making sense of the words, and when the buzzer
announced the session had expired, she silently gave a blessing of thanks to whatever
power had kept her awake and allowed her to complete her task.
The end was in sight, though hole had no means of knowing that fact. Her mind wasn't
sure if it had been one day or one week since her torture began; she instinctively knew
feeding was twice a day, so perhaps it had only been a half day, she thought. Her
shoulders slumped as she realized if this was true, she'd fail and be sent back to
remediation, thereby denying her rightful Owner the use of her body for another...well,
she had no true idea how long she'd been here already, and no concept of how long
she might remain. However, the cadre had long ago recognized the symptoms of self-
doubt, and were already prepared.
Hole was subjected to another speed crawling session, her battered body complaining
with every movement, as she was taken once more around the perimeter of the main
compound. A short jaunt, really, barely a half mile but pure agony to the physically and
emotionally beaten slave. While one staff member escorted her, an ad hoc meeting of
the management overseeing her case met. Agreeing that this particular slave was one
of the most obedient, submissive pieces of meat they'd ever seen, a final task was
decided upon. One more step, one final painful degradation, and she will have proven
herself.
"Slave," the senior of the small group intoned once the panting, bloody girl returned to
her starting place, "you will now prove your absolute obedience to us. On the ground
before you is a butane torch. Light it."
Hole did as commanded, using the built-in striker to ignite the flame after opening the
gas valve. She was then told to adjust the flame to a fine, hot spear.
"Use the torch to heat your nipple rings," was the next order. Without hesitation, hole
touched the flame to the ring imbedded in her left nipple, holding it there until the skin
began to scorch and she was told move to the other breast. A grimace appeared on
her face as the heat attacked the sensitive nerve endings, but she never wavered,
holding the flame in place until told to stop.
"In your early days here, you were guided by your own sexual need," the man
explained. "Slaves have no right to anything, including sexual release. You showed
that you are an uncontrollable slut, undeserving of any pleasure. You shall, therefore,
never achieve an orgasm again. Spread your legs and burn off your clit!" he
commanded.
Hole's body moved almost automatically, without conscious instruction from her brain.
She'd been given an order and would obey. Her body jerked upright, her crotch rising
and her legs spreading as the torch automatically began to move towards her groin.
Her only thought was whether the pain would bring her to one last gigantic cum before
they were forever barred from her. She could feel the heat on her thighs as the flame
moved closer, her hand trembling slightly in anticipation, but a loving smile on her face
directed at the man who was ordering her own self-mutilation. As the flame
approached, she felt her cunt lips wither, drawing themselves in as though trying to
protect themselves. She was barely an inch away from permanently preventing herself
from ever having any sexual relief again.
"Stop!" the man commanded. "Move the torch away and turn it off!" Hole automatically
obeyed, but her brain wondered if she'd done something wrong. Quite the contrary,
she had passed her final test, she was informed, and after a short period of
recuperation in the infirmary, she would be sent to her Owner. Hole nodded
submissively, thanking those who had so tested her before collapsing on the ground,
unconscious.
When she finally awakened, hole found herself in a comfortable bed, the filth having
already been carefully washed from her body. Bandages covered the worst of her
injuries, and her ankles and legs were strapped to the bed rails in order to prevent her
from scratching herself. Liquid nutrients were being introduced intravenously, as her
starved and shrunken stomach probably couldn't have handled much. As she laid back
again, relaxing, she noticed the television monitor strategically placed above her head.
While a video of slaves in a variety of sexual activities played, subliminals imbedded in
the recording further ingrained themselves into hole's psyche. The videos continued
around the clock, through hole's physical therapy and the changing of her dressings.
Even when she slept, the tiny speakers on the sides of the bed constantly played the
sounds of slaves being used, white noise covering the hidden messages designed to
remind hole of her status, of her purpose in life.
After a week, during which hole's body responded primarily by sleeping at least fifteen
hours a day, she was deemed fit enough to begin a soft diet regimen. Slave gruel
again, though as thin as it normally was, it was made even more so by the addition of
real milk. Even sugar was added, a substance which would not only improve hole's
health but made her anxious for her feedings. As the medical slave spoon-fed her, hole
would lean forward eagerly, sticking her tongue out in an attempt to ensure not a single
drop was wasted. It only took another two days before the bonds were released and
hole was put on the same high-calorie, high-protein diet she'd had before. Although
barely palatable - once again a mixture of various meats and vegetables fortified with
additives - hole devoured each serving in record time. Soon she was declared fully fit
and discharged from the infirmary, ready to go serve her true Owner.
It would be several days before she could be shipped - her Owner having decided to
not make the trip himself - so hole was assigned to transient status, and thereby
available to any staff who wished to avail themselves of her pleasures. The difference
now was that hole was granted free time - 8:00 a.m to 4:00 p.m., during which she
could do virtually anything she wanted - sleep, shower, watch sex videos, sit in on
classes, even luxuriate in a bubble bath if she desired - with one exception. While
slaves were permitted, and often encouraged, to masturbate, she was not allowed to
achieve an orgasm unless under the supervision of, and given permission by, one of
the cadre. Hole followed this rule diligently, often bringing herself right to the peak just
before her free time was over, knowing that someone would soon be using her. She
still took her meals in the communal dining room, but other than that, her life was one of
relative luxury for the moment. She took the opportunity to explore a bit, visiting the
places and watching the events that she'd undergone happen to other slaves. She
even heard that a new batch of convicted females were arriving, and joined in as part of
the crowd jeering and verbally abusing them. She didn't feel superior to these
cowering, still unshaved women; she believed she was helping them in a sense,
bringing them closer to the total degradation necessary to become a complete, proper
slave.
Finally, though, hole's stay at the Training Center came to an end. The weekly pick-up
from the slave shippers arrived, and it was time for hole to accompany three dozen
other girls being sent out to various locations.
Although she'd not been able to read anything in a very long time, she hadn't
completely forgotten how, and was able to make out some of the destinations on the
shipping crates. Two of her fellow slaves were going overseas, to Paris. Hole envied
them, vaguely remembering having read about the City of Lights. She saw others were
going to medical schools and laboratories; she hoped they were going to be trained in
those fields, but knew that the reality was that they'd be the subjects of various,
oftentimes hideous, experiments. Then she saw hers. She was going back to her own
home town, the place where both her greatest degradation and crucial revelation
occurred. Hole was neither pleased nor sad to be returning to a place where she was
so well-known, where virtually everyone of her age had sampled her body. She had no
say in the matter, and the best she could hope for was a fairly kind Owner, one who
would provide food and shelter, and if she were extremely lucky, allow her the
occasional orgasm.
Preparation for shipment was an unpleasant necessity. Some of the girls would be
shipped thousands of miles, others would be dropped off just outside the gates. Hole
was somewhere in the middle, several hundred miles away. It didn't matter how far a
slave was going, however, because packing was packing. First came the enemas - two
for each girl, the first to empty her bowels and the second to rinse the residue of the
first away - followed by the oversized plugs that would make it impossible for any of
them to soil themselves. Next came the vibrating egg, set on low to ensure the slaves
would be delivered in a complete state of sexual need, followed by the diaper which
would both keep the egg in place and prevent any urine or vaginal leakage. Finally, the
ball gag and restraints. Since hole was only being transported a short distance - less
than a full day's trip - she was bound on her knees, with a large ball gag painfully
inserted in her mouth. The girls going longer distances - including the overseas
shipments - were prepared somewhat differently. Rather than being packed kneeling,
they were laid on their sides and bound in a fetal position. Their ball gags each had a
small opening, through which a tube connected to a water bottle was inserted. With
some effort, these slaves could bite down on the gag, which also served as sort of a
pump, and thereby force water down the tube into their mouths. The entire process
took some time. Hole was among the first, straining to look upward as the lid was
lowered onto the sturdy wooden box, then nailed into place, leaving her in total
darkness. A low rumble, followed by movement told her she was being lifted into the
delivery truck; she'd already seen the forklift waiting.
With three dozen girls being shipped out, the process was time-consuming. Each slave
had to be prepared, then individually packed depending on her final destination and
travel time. It took several hours before hole sensed the low rumble of the truck engine
starting, then the slight jiggling as it began to move. By then, her body was already
quivering thanks to the constant teasing of the vibrator inside her.
The poor road conditions did nothing to alleviate hole's need, the shaking and bouncing
as the truck rode over rough pavement and potholes causing her to bite down on her
ball gag, trying to avoid the orgasm she so desperately needed. Hole knew she wasn't
allowed to have one; that had been made quite clear to her, and she expected her
obedience would be checked upon arrival. So she knelt in her dark box, trying to
reposition herself in increasingly more uncomfortable positions so as to get her mind off
the incessant buzzing going on inside her.
The truck finally left the broken highway and hole felt it turning left and right as the
driver negotiated city streets. Although the first to be packaged, her box was the last
loaded and she would, therefore, be the first delivery of the day. She had been in the
box for nearly eight hours now, and the slight swaying as the truck made its way
through the city streets seemed to lull her to sleep. She awoke with a start when she
felt the truck backing up, then stopping suddenly. She heard the cargo door open, and
then her crate was being pushed out onto a loading dock. From there, another forklift
picked it up and carried the box inside a warehouse.
Hole fully expected to be delivered to her Owner immediately, but this was a mistake on
her part. She waited in dark silence for several more hours, her crate sitting on the
floor, until another delivery truck was finally available for the last leg of her trip. She
could tell this was a smaller truck, not a diesel engine at all; she'd become familiar with
such things as part of her training. Finally, though, after another thirty minute trip, she
felt her box being lifted out of the truck and trundled up a flight of stairs. A few murmurs
- she imagined the delivery person handing over a clipboard of papers to be signed,
and the muffled sound of a door closing. Momentary quiet, then the creaking of nails
being removed from the crate lid. Hole strained to lift her eyes upward, hoping to get a
glimpse of her new Owner. Sunlight glared through a window, blinding her as she
blinked her eyes, unable to shade them from the brilliance.
"Position!" a woman's voice said. Hole responded automatically, lifting her body upright
while spreading her knees as far as possible within the confines of the tiny box, her
head bowed and eyes lowered, focused on her own knees. A leather hood was pulled
over her head and quickly buckled into place, then the crate was knocked over, causing
hole to tumble to the ground.
"I said position, you disobedient little cunt!" the voice once again said, this time
punctuated with sharp kicks to the slave's ribs. As soon as she was able to kneel
properly, however, another blow - this one to her back - knocked her to the ground
again.
"You insolent piece of shit! When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it and
not move until I tell you to!" the woman screamed. "But since you're apparently not
capable of kneeling properly, just stay down there like the bitch you are and get that fat
whore's ass up in the air. I'm going to punish you like you've never been punished
before, you...you fucking useless piece of shit!"
Hole hadn't been treated like this since her first day of orientation, and was trembling in
fear now. At the Center, it was a given that slaves would generally survive. In her
case, she was already owned, so it was unlikely anything truly bad would happen.
Now, though - assuming this abusive woman was her Owner - she could be maimed,
even killed, and nobody would give a shit.
These were the thoughts going through the terrified slave's mind when the toe of the
woman's stiletto boot entered her.
"Start humping my shoe like you love it, bitch! Shove that ass back and forth and show
me how much of that cunt slime you can get on it. You'd better make me think you love
it, too, because otherwise, it's going up your ass...and I won't be as gentle as I am
now!" The woman punctuated her command by twisting her foot, the heel savagely
brutalizing the terrified slave's vaginal canal.
Hole responded the only way she could, by violently rocking herself back and forth on
her knees, ass held high into the air, while the sharply pointed heel of her cruel
Owner's boot scraped back and forth inside her cunt. Hole could feel the tender
membranes tearing, fearful that not all the moisture she felt between her legs was
natural lubrication.
Suddenly, the woman lifted her other foot and placed the heel next to the first one,
ripping into hole's cunt with both feet. The slave screamed, falling forward at the first
painful entry, trying in vain to resume her position while the woman began to spread her
own feet apart, her heels deeply imbedded inside the slave's cunt. Hole felt a burning
sensation as she was ripped open, the membranes giving way. All she could do was
scream, stuck as she was on her Owner's feet, unable to move. Then everything went
black,.
