[Episode 126900] [Episode 126900]On the other hand, the place did have an abundance of ropes, chains, cuffs, harnesses, gags, hoods, bars, cages, stocks, pillories, whips, paddles, floggers, clips, clamps, and many more items that Makoto didn’t know the names of. It was also fully staffed with people ready and willing to use that equipment on their “guests” to obtain fairly high levels of discomfort, humiliation, and easy anatomical access. However, these were not the monsters and lunatics in the stories but rather skilled human professionals with the goal of helping (or making) the slaves improve themselves. (And thus bringing in more money on the block.)
This didn’t mean the stories weren’t true, just that they didn’t apply to the majority of the merchandise here. There were areas of the compound that she had not seen and her “classmates” told stories about hidden dungeons under the buildings, but those were always third or forth-hand reports. There were also stories about the manager of the auction house, who was apparently not human and scary enough to make the regular guards and instructors speak in whispers. But as far as Makoto’s own experiences went it was harsh, without being hellish.
Her third full day in those dungeons began much as the previous two mornings. The cells were a two-tier arrangement with upper and lower compartments, only tall enough to kneel in but wide and deep enough to lie down. When the futons were in place for the night, covering the solid wood floors completely, they were rather like Master-size bunk beds built into the walls. With four slaves to a cell, cuddling was a necessity, and Makoto’s cellmates responded to the sounds of stirring activity in the halls by hugging tighter and moaning a few incoherent protests.
The stories of her cellmates had been another surprise for Makoto. She had been under the impression that only bad girls became Moroboshi merchandise. In fact, most of the females in the pens were there voluntarily. For most, such as red-headed Nana and lavender-tressed Kagari who were currently trying to bury their heads under Makoto’s ribs to hide from the first hint of light out in the hall, this was the most conveniently located market for their sale. Chisato, a very well endowed woman with dark purple hair pressed against Nana’s back, was not merchandise at all, but her wealthy master had arranged and paid for her to stay for a few weeks of intensive training and conditioning.
Makoto thought Chisato’s master was getting his money’s worth, because the training certainly was intensive. With her experience in and physical fitness from martial arts, Makoto was managing all right, as was Chisato the experienced pleasure slave. Her other two cellmates were cute but relatively average house slaves and they tended to fall into an exhausted slumber in short order each night. Makoto had mixed feelings about that. On the one hand, she too needed all the sleep she could get to keep up with the program. On the other hand, it would have been nice if Nana and Kagari had been able to play with their toy a little bit more. Makoto being that toy.
While most guests of the “Moroboshi Inn” were there by choice, there were a number of delinquents, petty criminals, and slaves who had been judged displeasing by their former masters. These hardcases were made the lowest of the low in these walls. They were not slaves, they were toys that could be used by slaves and guard alike. Only by being a very good toy for an extended period could a former delinquent hope to be promoted to slavery.
Bad toys eventually disappeared from the pens, either taken away for more extreme measures or ruled unsuited to sex slavery. Women unsuited to a life of personal service might find a role as labor slaves, or even as free women. Labor slaves could be valuable in their own right, if they acquired skills in more than just ditch-digging or other grunt work, but could not ascend to the social heights reached by pleasure slaves. (Of course, pleasure slaves were expected to have other skills as well, but this auction house was in the sex slave business, and not concerned with training in other areas.)
Women who never took a brand of any sort were seen as odd, or even as dangerously Amazon-like by those who were very traditional. If they had exceptional skills or talents in some area, then they were eccentrics to be humored. If they were troublesome or disruptive in other ways, then they were to be shunned, or in extreme cases treated as if they were Amazons. Average women of this sort were often more comfortable with roles that took them away from the larger society, such as explorer or settler in the more remote areas. With the low birthrate of this world, there were still some isolated areas in the isles of Japan itself, not to mention the Westlands and other areas being colonized.
In recent years, some psychologists and social engineers had coined the term “gender dysfunctional” and made attempts to find more ways for these misfits to fit into society. These experiments had varying degrees of success, but most people viewed the underlying theory with skepticism and derision.
Makoto, as a former delinquent and current toy, had been given over to her older and more experienced cellmates, who were allowed to command, bind, and discipline her within certain limits. This was why those three were secured only by chains from their collars to the back wall of the cell. Chains which were short enough to keep them from leaving the cell, even if the bars were open, but long enough for fun and games between the cellmates. Fun and games were highly encouraged, with equipment, suggestions, and critiques provided by the guards, though many slaves were tired enough after a day of training to fall asleep immediately once locked into their cells for the night.
Makoto, for her role in those games, lay spread across the futons with wrists and ankles secured to chains running into the corners of the cell. Nana and Kagari thought she made a nice pillow. Makoto had her own combination pillow-neck brace strapped into place, supporting her head in proper position for 69ing service. They hadn’t used the mouth restraint to hold her jaw open since her first night, as she had shown herself to be a good toy and not the other type. Chisato enjoyed what her toy could do with teeth and lips as well as her tongue, and was quite skilled in “fluffing her pillow” in return before going to sleep. The redhead and lavender-haired slaves were of the sort that needed rest more than they wanted fun in the evening, more interested in cuddling and maybe a little kissing than full service.
Now, however, it was time for slaves and toys alike to rise, shine, and be pleasing in all ways. Guards came down the hall with much cracking of whips and loud comments about lazy sluts. Kagari’s reluctance to stir from Makoto’s side came to a sudden end as a leather strap flicked through the bars of the cell and found her toes. The whip-crackers were followed by another wave of guards who unlocked the gratings in front of each cell, lifted them on hinges at the top, and slid them into their slots out of the way. This action was followed by unlocking and pulling a lever to the side of each cell, releasing the locking pins in the back wall that the slaves had used to secure their collar chains the night before.
When the third wave of guards arrived, all the good little slaves were kneeling at the front of their cells with knees spread, upturned hands resting on thighs, and eyes respectfully downcast. The chains and locking pins still attached to their collars hung down between their breasts, reaching almost to their ready and obedient twats. Some of the toys, like Makoto, weren’t going anywhere without a little extra work, and most had some additional bindings to cope with.
Raising her head, Makoto could see past her cellmates and the legs of guards (she was in one of the lower cells) into the cell across the hall. She glimpsed Mendou Ryouko, a girl from a rich family here for the training, and her toy Nabiki. Ryouko was in the proper position, but Nabiki still had her arms secured behind her back, a hood covering the upper half of her face, and a spreader bar on her ankles, allowing her only an approximation of the proper position. Makoto couldn’t see the other two occupants of the cell across the hall, but from the dried juices smeared over the visible portion of Nabiki’s face and the toy’s flushed and inflamed mound, Ryouko had not lacked the energy for playtime with her toy last night.
The third wave of guards inspected the kneeling slaves and undid the restraints on the toys. In Makoto’s case, Chisato was given a key for the padlocks. She crawled around the cell removing the chains and sweeping her long purple hair over Makoto’s bare skin in the process. The guards accepted the key, chains, and locks, sorting them into the compartments of wheeled chests while Makoto assumed the proper position beside her cellmates. Makoto retained the cuffs at wrist and ankle, for they indicated her status as a toy, just as all the inmates wore collars to make up for the lack of brands in most cases.
The inspection continued as a guard with roughly textured gloves of black rubber pinched Makoto’s nipples and watched them (and her) respond. The action also left smears of moisture on those nipples, and the next portion of the inspection made it clear where that fluid had come from. Makoto let shudders of pleasure pass through her as the rubber-encased fingers stroked her cleft and probed deeper.
Most of Makoto’s first day had been spent with the concerned doctor and her assistants fussing over her lack of responsiveness, using an assortment of brushes, probes, and herbal ointments intended to increase her sensitivity. It had worked, but the problem had been more psychological than physical, leading to several rounds of positive and negative reinforcement on the issue. Failure to be aroused when called for was seen as a failing in this place, and failings were things to be ruthlessly eliminated. So now she let her self luxuriate in the moment and the sensation while adding another coating of moisture to the slick, sandpapery surface of that glove.
Then all the guards cracked whips or other implements in unison, urging the slaves out of their cells and into the hall, where they stood at attention with their hands clasped behind their backs. It was short work to link collars together, forming series of coffles. Makoto stared fixedly at Nana’s back and admired the view.
She also considered the redhead’s short hairstyle and the way her own brown locks hung around her shoulders without her usual hair tie. Slaves and toys wore nothing but their collars and bonds in these walls, and that total nudity rule included ornaments and jewelry. Those with piercings were allowed small, plain studs and barbell-rods to prevent the holes from closing. The staff had no set uniform, as just wearing clothes marked them as staff rather than inmates. Most preferred something brief and black, with leather and rubber compounds being the most prevalent materials.
Makoto carefully gave no outward indication, but much of her attention was not on Nana’s backside, but on events in her peripheral vision. Among the many, many rules and qualities for being a good slave was continual attention to one’s environment and to the actions and wishes of those in authority over the slave. With that in mind, she monitored the motions, actions, and moods of the guards as they inspected the line again. Those who failed this inspection or the previous one were being lashed into place on top of the rolling chests. When the commands came, the coffled slaves drew their futons from their cells, folded them, and lifted them over their heads.
The next command was to “March!” which they did, stepping in place in unison on bare feet and, lifting their knees high. This continued for a minute before they were urged forward to face the trials of another day.
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