[Episode 127906] [Episode 127906]
The few women exempted from this procession were those who had failed to meet the standards of morning inspection. The minimum standards in responsiveness (in obedience and in arousal) were different for each girl, but always a little higher than the previous day, so there was always a selection of failures each morning.
These subjects emerged into the pre-dawn morning gagged, hogtied, and secured on the tops of wheeled chests. While their peers made their journey around the borders, the unfortunate failures were secured in frameworks and cages to await punishment. In many cases the restrains were the punishment, or at least part of it, by means of straining limbs and awkwardly positioned joints. This not only made a dramatic display of their ordeal for other slaves to see, but also acted as training to increase flexibility.
Slaves, in this culture, put themselves up for sale. There were often parents or previous owners to be consulted in the process, and it took extreme circumstances to drive a branded slave to the block against the wishes of her Master, but to a large extent the slaves sold themselves. Their slavery was the basis for establishing and maintaining many of the social relationships in their world. Relationships between male Master and sex slave, between sensei and student in many trades and crafts, marriage was a slavery arrangement with additional levels of promises and protocol, and many other examples.
The bulk of the money from such sales went to the slave herself, and sale price was a matter of pride for women. It was a concrete, quantified indicator of their value and desirability. The money from the sale was also used to cover any outstanding debts the slave had, such as Makoto’s accumulated debt as a ward of the state. An apprentice in a trade would most often become a slave to the sensei for the duration of her training, and much of her sale price upon graduation would go towards the cost of her training.
Once debts were covered, a substantial portion went into a trust fund to cover future debts. A large enough credit would eventually allow a woman to retire and live independently, though few chose the loneliness of life without a Master. Most retired slaves had lost a long-term Master to death and did not wish to start over with a new one. The fund would also become available, no matter what the balance, if the slave impressed her Master enough to become a wife.
There was also the commission taken off the top of the sale payment by auction houses such as this one. Thus it was in the best interest of an auction house to give the slaves additional training to increase the money they would bring in, and in the slaves’ interest to submit to that training for the same reason. Thus, those who had voluntarily entered the gates of the Moroboshi auction house had signed contracts with a clause promising they would submit to punishment as they were whipped into shape. (So to speak) Makoto had also signed a contract, even though her choice to be here had been one of only two options (labor slave or personal service slave) to pay off the debt to the state.
The guards positioning the offenders for punishment were efficient at their task, and had completed it by the time the high-stepping coffles arrived with the exercise mats they had collected elsewhere during their march. In quick order (for slowness or disorder were not permitted) the mats were unrolled and the slaves knelt upon them. When the coffle chains were undone, the morning exercises began.
The sun rose on rows of slaves performing their warm-up exercises. This consisted of assuming the standard slave positions (sit, kneel, stand, bend over, etc.) and performing some standard motions (like crawling on their bellies) on command. The beginning of the more strenuous exercises was announced by several of the previously secured offenders moaning or howling into their gags as forceful hands or wicked implements struck their helplessly exposed skin. The sounds of blows and muffled cries continued throughout the training period, keeping time with the count of the guards calling the exercises.
Returning to the subject of contracts signed by or for the slaves with the Moroboshi house, “ironclad” was something of an understatement. It is very difficult to opt out of a contract when it is enforced not only by lawyers, but by high walls, leather straps, steel shackles, and cages. Signing the contract meant “No” ceased to be a meaningful part of a slave’s vocabulary once the collar of the establishment was locked around her neck. Resistance or escape attempts were violations of the contract, and invoked severe penalties. It also meant that rampant litigation was not something the Moroboshi trading house had to worry about.
As for the cultural view of these practices, being a sex slave under a Master was the normal position for women of this timeline’s Japan. The more skilled and more valuable the slave, the more respected they were. It was well known that the Moroboshi house had the toughest set of slave pens in Tokyo, possibly in all of Japan. Slaves valuable enough to rate personal trainers might be worked and disciplined even more harshly in the pursuit of perfection.
This treatment was what one signed up for in the contract, to be balanced by the boost in sale price due to improvement in one’s self and the reputation of the house. If those who willingly entered those cages couldn’t handle it once there, too bad. Those who were less willing about their entry were criminals or other troublemakers of course, being mercifully and generously given the opportunity to reform and become valued members of society.
Makoto, as a troublemaker that the state was choosing to wash its hands of, had a view of things did not include the words “merciful” or “generous”. However, she did intend to give her all in the training. Not only would that allow her to avoiding punishment, but she also found value in the training itself. She knew enough about exercise to recognize a regimen focused on muscle tone, flexibility, and stamina. It also had a number of drills involving muscle groups or applications for muscle groups overlooked by her martial arts instructors. It was during one of these that Nana beside her began whimpering.
The exercise was one girls learned in school, once they hit puberty, though the level of intensity being required of the slaves was far more than one might see in gym class. It involved lying on their backs and raising their legs to point their toes at the sky, then spreading those legs to the sides as wide as they could before bringing them back together. That was an action that might have been standard under a martial arts sensei, but the pause to clench their fore and aft passageways with each full extension and return made it an act of sex slaves in training.
Instructors walked among them as they performed, looking for signs of weakness or a lack of enthusiasm. Of course, two of them descended upon Nana when she began showing signs of weariness. Actually, they stopped in front of Makoto and Chisato on either side of the straining redhead.
“Nice form Mako-chan.” Makoto’s name was on her collar, and the guards used names more often than not, even though any form of address they cared to use would serve just as well in most cases. The guard, in a sort of black one-piece bathing suit with cutouts and metal studs, crouched and watched Makoto’s labia opening and closing. The tall girl on her back blushed at how open and vulnerable she was, doing this under that gaze. She also felt the juices starting to flow in the spot the guard’s eyes fixed on. On her first day, the doctor had spent a few hours working on Makoto’s responsiveness, not only to touch, but to situations like this. There had also been training on the subject for everyone yesterday.
“Yes,” the guard said, laying her hands on Makoto’s spread thighs and halting them at their point of maximum extension, “very good form.” Makoto watched in silence as those hands ran outward along her legs, but hissed softly as they pressed down gently when they moved past her knees. The pressure spread her limbs slightly farther than she could comfortably go, and held her there for a few moments before letting up. The guard smiled warmly, which was somewhat at odds with her dungeon-chic apparel and utility belt of restraints and punishment tools. Then she placed a finger lengthwise on Makoto’s moist inner lips, and said “Continue.”
Makoto followed the directive, closing her legs and outer labia on that finger. Holding her legs vertical she clenched the muscles of her labia and channel, giving the finger a sort of kiss with her lower lips in the process. On her next wide stretch of opening legs and labia, the finger slipped partway into her. This pattern continued as Makoto found her former rhythm of the exercise.
Meanwhile, Chisato had been receiving similar treatment from the other guard. The two of them gasped and moaned as the fingers slowly worker their way inside, their well-lubricated channels flexing around and clamping down on the intruding digits as they followed the required motions and actions. Makoto burned with some shame, but a growing passion as the responsiveness conditioning continued to affect her, and as she pictured herself from the outside.
While all this had been happening, Nana and all the other women nearby had improved their performance considerably. The possibility of the guards enjoying the “good form” of their subjects taking notice of any lackluster performances nearby was an excellent motivator in that regard. Makoto lay panting for a moment when that end came, then jerked and wiggled in reaction to the finger still (but no longer sitting still) inside her.
Her instructor and tormentor drew it out slowly as the other guards rearranged themselves and some of the punishment frames. Those frames had been slowly filling up as slaves fell short in their performance, but Nana had been sufficiently inspired by the guards flanking her and playing with her cellmates that she would not be added to that group. Yet. Makoto’s instructor walked away, licking her finger clean and putting a little extra sway into her hips.
Then instructions for a new exercise were called, and slaves went into action again.
Nana met her downfall fifteen minutes later, literally. She lost her balance during a set of deep knee bends (they had been instructed to imagine thrusting themselves down onto a master’s cock as they did this) and tumbled to the mat. This could not be overlooked, and the next time Makoto caught a glimpse of her, that same pair of guards from before was attending to her reprimand as she hung by her wrists. One cranked a winch, slowly spreading her legs further apart while the other stood behind her, swinging the tails of a flogger up between those legs, making her cry out into the gag they had applied.
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