Maurice wasn't sure just what it was that made him compare Jenny to Mary. He was firmly convinced that Mary was one of a kind, and truly insane. Mary had been purchased from prison, and Maurice later learned that she had been sentenced to thirty-five years for a three-week crime spree of robberies, arsons, and assaults. What Mary had in common with Jenny was not clear to Maurice. Still, there was something, something that was just out of his reach.
Maurice arrived at the enclosed garage reserved for DiMarcos' employees and showed his pass card to the mechanical gate sentry. Slave trainers were not the most popular people in town, and occasionally their cars were vandalized. The covered garage was a necessary precaution.
Maurice entered DiMarcos' massive complex through the employees' entrance and changed into his working clothes. He usually wore dark slacks and a simple short sleeve shirt. He made his way to Jenny's room and found her waiting there for him. She had already learned how to sit, and though her position needed improvement she was quite presentable.
"Your first few days here will be spent getting used to the routine," said Maurice.
Great, thought Jenny. She could imagine a conversation between her and a friend. "What was your day like?" the friend would ask. "Oh, I had sex with ten men, maybe more. Just routine."
"I'm going to take you to the little restaurant we run for slaves. They serve breakfast from nine to nine-thirty. You'll get to sit with the other BB's." Jenny didn't know what a BB was. "You can talk to them, but don't get loud. You may also see some slaves who are wearing red collars. They're in the second part of their training. Don't try to sit with them. Since this is your first time, I will take you to breakfast. After today, an escort will take you to breakfast. Remember, you can't leave your room without me or an escort."
"Yes, master," said Jenny.
Maurice looked at the wall to his left, but didn't see what he was looking for. "Where is the leash?" he asked Jenny.
Jenny dug around under the blankets that she used for a bed and produced the leash. Maurice thought there was something very cute about the way she did it, and smiled a bit to himself.
"Put the leash on. From now on, hang it on the nail over here," and he pointed to the wall on his left. "Hand me the other end of the leash, and come with me."
Jenny handed him the leash and stood up straight. When he didn't move, she quickly bent over at the waist and put her hands behind her back. Maurice walked around behind her.
"Don't forget how you are supposed to stand," he said and he gave her rear a light tap with the palm of his hand.
This little tap reminded Jenny that she was liable to punishment for any reason, or no reason at all. She barely knew her master, and feared that another little mistake would result in more than a single tap. Jenny had never had any direct experience with punishment, but she had once seen a girl paddled. The girl was trying to get into a tough-girl club that didn't particularly want her to join. Part of her initiation was to submit to a paddling, which could be viewed by any girl invited to watch. Jenny had tagged along with a friend who had been invited. The paddling was bare bottom. Every time the initiate screamed, the club members would accuse her of not being tough enough. Then the paddling would resume. The new initiate cut loose with some screeches that curdled Jenny's blood. When it was over, the initiate was black and blue.
Maurice, of course, already knew about Jenny's fear of punishment, and his tap was meant to get her thinking about it. Even though she hardly reacted to his hand, he spoke as though she had.
"You're a bit sensitive, aren't you?" he asked.
Jenny didn't know how to answer. If she said yes, her master would know how much she feared punishment. If she said no, he might decide to put her to the test then and there.
Maurice waited a moment for her answer, but he knew in advance his question would present Jenny with a dilemma. After a moment of silence that seemed like an eternity to Jenny, he said, "I will punish a slave for disobedience or disrespect. It has happened, though, that a slave of mine has voluntarily agreed to be punished as a token of her willingness to obey. I hope that some day you can offer me a similar token."
Jenny didn't know whether to cry or scream. Ask you to beat my ass? she nearly said out loud. I'd rather, rather ... but she couldn't finish her thought. Then she realized her master had addressed her and she must reply.
"Yes, master," she said in her meekest voice.
The effect of this little exchange on Jenny was not lost on Maurice. Each of his last ten slaves had, in fact, voluntarily offered to do something above and beyond what is normally expected of a slave as a sign of obedience or affection. He had never suggested punishment because there were much more worthwhile things to ask for. His purpose at this point was to plant a seed in Jenny's mind.
"Very good," he said to the frightened girl. "Now follow me to breakfast."
They went out the front of Jenny's little house and made their way to a small building in one corner of the airplane hangar. Jenny noticed that there were a few other slaves with yellow collars being led in the same direction she was. When they reached the entrance of what was apparently the restaurant, several slaves wearing red collars, who were already waiting outside the restaurant, immediately sat down. When Jenny's master stopped, Jenny also sat down and did her best to avoid making eye contact with anyone.
"Unhook the leash," said her master, and she did. "Once you are inside, don't walk out without me or an escort."
"Yes, master," she said in a barely audible voice.
"What?" he asked. "I can't hear you."
"Yes, master," Jenny said again, louder this time. Addressing her master by his title in front of other slaves made her cringe.
Maurice walked away and a moment later a female voice announced that it was OK to come in. Jenny stood up, cautiously, but kept looking down. Still afraid of looking at anyone, she began to follow the general movement of bodies into the building. Then she felt someone take her hand. A voice whispered to her, "Let the sophs go first." Jenny cautiously looked back, while trying to take her hand away. A girl somewhat taller than Jenny, blond with green eyes, smiled a bit then whispered again. "BB's always go last."
Jenny still didn't know what a BB was, but she guessed she must be one. Once the sophs, which Jenny guessed were the slaves with red collars, went in, the rest of the slaves entered. Breakfast was served cafeteria style by a slave with a brown collar who appeared to be at least forty. Some slaves were whispering to one another, but that was the only sound Jenny heard besides the clank of metal serving spoons on metal trays. Once she had her food, Jenny waited for some other slaves to go ahead of her so she might know where to sit. The blond girl stayed behind Jenny, then whispered for Jenny to follow her to a table. Once seated, Jenny found herself sitting between the blond girl and another girl she couldn't bring herself to look at.
"My name's Janet," whispered the blond girl. "What's yours?"
Jenny didn't want to answer. She wanted to run away. When she simply stared at her food without saying anything, Janet whispered in her ear again.
"This is your first day, isn't it? I know how it is. I've only been here two weeks myself."
A girl across the table leaned over to pick up the conversation.
"Who is she, Janet?" Jenny heard her ask.
"I don't know yet. This is her first day."
"Well she's got a name doesn't she?"
"Yes, you bitch, she's got a name and we'll know it soon enough. Let's eat."
Jenny was on the verge of tears, though she couldn't say why. Being new is always difficult, but Jenny was finding being a new slave among slaves almost unbearable. For some reason obeying her master the previous evening was so much easier than this.
"Do you drink coffee?" asked Janet. Jenny just shook her head without looking up and knew she was just seconds away from bursting into tears.
"Come with me anyway and we'll get you something to drink."
Jenny didn't know Janet at all, bu
t she was happy to get away from the table. She got up and followed Janet's lead to the coffee machine. As Janet poured herself some coffee, she whispered to Jenny again.
"I know you're having a tough time, but if you talk a little bit the other girls won't harass you. C'mon, can't you tell me your name?"
Jenny started to cry a little, but nodded her head yes. She turned to Janet and inaudibly whispered her name. Janet couldn't hear, and asked Jenny to say it again. The second time Jenny said her name loud enough for Janet to hear her.
"Jenny," Janet whispered, "get yourself something to drink. You'll look silly going back to the table with nothing."
Jenny nodded and got herself a little orange juice. When they returned to the table, Janet whispered to the girl across the table. "Her name is Jenny. She just got here yesterday. She's got a cold, so she doesn't want to talk much and give it to everybody else."
Jenny heard this and silently thanked Janet.
Breakfast seemed to go on forever, but Jenny ate almost nothing. The other slaves whispered among themselves until the sophs got up on their own and left. Janet whispered to Jenny that it was time to go. They left their trays at the table and walked toward the entrance. Jenny balked at leaving the building, remembering her master's orders. Janet whispered to her that they were expected to wait at the entrance. Jenny never looked up to count, but she sensed that there were about eight other slaves with her. Janet, with her back to the wall of the building, sat down and pulled on Jenny's hand to get her to do the same. They waited in silence. One or two at a time, slaves were led away. Jenny's master was one of the last to fetch his slave.
Once back at Jenny's little house, Maurice ordered his slave to bring in the chair. Most dates are dinner and a movie, Jenny thought to herself. My date today is breakfast and a blow job.
Maurice sat in the chair and Jenny positioned herself on the floor in front of him.
"How was breakfast?" he asked in a very soft voice.
Jenny couldn't answer. She would much rather that her master demand sex than ask her about breakfast.
"I know that the first time being among other slaves can be hard," continued Maurice.
Hard thought Jenny. I'd rather be dipped in boiling oil. Let's get on with the training, she said to herself. Just pull out your dick and I'll do the rest.
"I know how it goes at first," Maurice went on without demanding a response from his slave. "It can be more embarrassing for a slave to be in the company of women than in the company of men, even if the other women are themselves slaves. Still, I can easily imagine a more difficult situation."
Yeah, thought Jenny, we could go around the table and have each slave describe the highlight of her day.
"It would have been much worse if some of your friends from school had come here to have breakfast with you."
Ohmygawd, thought Jenny. Her chest tightened. "Yes, master," she said. "Are you, I mean, can they do that? I mean, if they want?" Then, belatedly, "master?"
"No, no," Maurice said soothingly, "you don't have to worry about seeing one of your friends at breakfast, or any other meal. Slaves are only allowed to have visitors who are customers. Most slaves like it that way."
Jenny's chest loosened up a bit. Yes, she said to herself, no visitors is an excellent policy.
"Did you eat anything at breakfast?" asked Maurice.
"No, master, not very much master," said Jenny.
"That's not good. You'll have to eat something at lunch."
"Master, do I have to go to lunch?" Jenny definitely did not want to be counted among the company of slaves.
"Well, yes, I think you should. Was breakfast so bad that you don't want to eat any more?"
"No, master," said Jenny, realizing her answer meant nothing.
"Did you meet anyone at breakfast?"
"Yes, master, I met one girl, I mean slave."
"Didn't you get along?"
"Yes, master, we got along OK."
"Would you like to go to lunch with her?"
Since she sensed that she would have to go to lunch, the prospect of going with Janet rather appealed to her.
"Yes, master."
"What does she look like?" Maurice asked. It would not have helped him to know Janet's name.
"She has blond hair and green eyes, master."
"Very observant," said Maurice. "I will try to find her and have an escort take both of you to lunch at the same time. That, however, won't be until three." His voice became more businesslike. "In the meantime, you must get on with your training."
"Yes, master," answered Jenny. Even though her conversation with her master had a positive result, she was happy it was over.
"I told you yesterday that you must give five blow jobs a day your first week here. It would have more accurate to say that you must have oral sex five times a day. In practical terms, that means you must learn what to do with a man's balls as well as his dick."
Oh – my – gawd, said Jenny to herself. She had never done anything like that, even once, and now her master was taking off his clothes. She slumped her shoulders.
Maurice sat down in front of her, as he had the night before, but Jenny did not move immediately.
"You are a slave," said Maurice in a voice that bordered on sternness. "When a man takes off his pants, you are not to wait for his commands. Do you understand?"
"Yes, master," said Jenny. Her master's change of tone stirred her to action. She closed the gap between them and took his dick in her mouth.
"There is a standard pattern for oral sex that you must follow. If the man you are with wants something else, he will tell you. In the absence of any command from him, you must start by stroking his dick, every inch, until he is hard. Then you must take his balls in your mouth, one at a time, and discover as much about them as you can. Your tongue must do all the work. Some men like this treatment, some get nothing from it."
Maurice paused for a moment. Jenny hadn't heard much beyond the "every inch" part. Shoot me now, she said to herself, as her master got harder.
"Stroke me as deeply as you can," her master ordered, but that was not very deep at all in Jenny's case. "Just try to go a bit deeper each time," and she tried, halfheartedly, but saw no prospect of improvement. Every time she felt her master approaching the entrance to her throat, she instinctively drew back. "Get it all the way to the back of your mouth," ordered her master.
Jenny came as close as she could to complying with this order, but Maurice still thought she could do better. He spoke to her gently.
"I know you think I'm asking the impossible. I am speaking from experience, though. You can do much more than you think."
Why, thought Jenny, why oh why oh why did I ever even consider gambling with my freedom. I have 1250 days to do, and things are getting very bad on day one.
"Just a few more strokes," said Maurice.
I'm still a teenager, for Christ sake, said Jenny to herself. I'm not supposed to be blowing a man who could star in a porno flick.
Maurice knew, pretty nearly, what was going through Jenny's mind. He could afford to be patient, but more than that he wanted to be patient. He sensed that Jenny was just a girl and had to be treated a bit differently than his previous slaves.
"OK," said Maurice, "now do my balls."
Jenny wanted to hold her nose. Gawd this is awful, she said to herself, and there is no way out. She began very tentatively.
Maurice wanted her to become sufficiently accustomed to licking a man so that she wouldn't be hesitant with her customers. The men who would pay for her would know in advance that Jenny was a new slave, but they would still expect her to perform like a slave. Maurice let her go at her own pace, occasionally encouraging her try to learn something.
After hearing Maurice say, for the fourth time, that she should be trying to learn something, she thought, "I'm learning something. I'm learning that I hate being a slave."
Maurice kept Jenny at it for half an hour. He kept telling her to use her t
ongue more liberally and whenever she did he would praise her for it. Maurice thought it likely that Jenny had never licked a man's balls before, and he smiled inwardly at the thought. Maurice felt that the first few days of a new slave's training were the best because it was then that the master-slave relationship was established. He was thoroughly enjoying establishing that relationship with Jenny. Not every new slave, he said to himself, was initially as obedient, yet hesitant, as Jenny.
Finally he told her to stop, and then instructed her to work again on getting as much of his dick in her mouth as she could.
"I want you to get the head of my dick to the very back of your mouth at least ten times. Understand?"
"Yes, master," came the reply.
She tried to obey, at least by her own reckoning. Her mouth and her jaw, however, were simply not sufficiently accustomed to such exercise. She did get Maurice very nearly to the back of her mouth ten times, but the effort nearly exhausted her. After counting what she thought was the tenth stroke, she went back to stroking just the first three or four inches.
Maurice wasn't entirely satisfied, but he told her to stop. As he got up and began putting on his clothes, he repeated again that Jenny was required to give five blow jobs that day. "And remember, don't wait for them to tell you what to do. As soon the man takes off his clothes and sits down, you go to work."
"Yes, master," said Jenny very disconsolately as Maurice walked out.
CHAPTER IV
After leaving Jenny's quarters, Maurice immediately went in search of the slave with blond hair and green eyes. Brief though that description was, the BB population at DiMarcos' was small enough that hair and eye color would probably suffice. After questioning a few escorts who were stationed by the blockhouses, he was shown to Janet's quarters.
"Who is her master?" Maurice asked the escort.
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