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 Author: Mike McGifford
Title: Too Close to the Story
Summary: A reporter succumbs to her story
Keywords: MF FF FM Fm Ff mF mast





   INTRODUCTION

   Mexico is a place renowned for its illegal drug trade and cartels.  The
Mexican government works very closely with the United States government and
their aim is clear.  This is however, the story of a lesser-known trade and
a thriving business that doesn't yet have a specific agency publicly
investigating its activities.  Much of the reason for this is due to the
trade itself.  While human trafficking is very much on many US agencies
minds', the Mexican government does not have the resources, manpower or in
reality, the interest in devoting resources to it.  The US Government is
always asserting that Asian and Eastern Bloc governments don't do enough to
stem the flow of slavery in their countries and across their borders.  The
US Government doesn't however have much to say about the Mexican slave
trade.  Why is that when newspapers are always breaking the news of some
slavery ring being uncovered by their `intrepid reporters' and even
outlining their trade routes over the Mexican border?  The US and Mexican
governments still fail to work together to stop it, so the answer seems
simple.  Either it's all political and no one really cares or too many
officials are secretly using the services of traders.  Individual
officials, both American and Mexican, may have no idea who else is
indulging in purchasing slaves, but each will do whatever they need, to
ensure that their personal business dealings remain a secret.  One person
could attempt to quell an investigation and that person may even be
successful.  When ten individuals unknowingly work separately trying to
achieve the same goal, the result is easier to predict.  What if there were
one or two hundred powerful individuals all trying to ensure the business
of slavery between Mexico and the United States remained under the radar?
How long could it stay away from scrutiny?  This reporter's answer is,
`indefinitely'.

   Jamie hit the button sending the message to her blog.  The connection
wasn't anything like she was used to but the message eventually sent.  She
then sat back in the lobby of the El-Torino in Matamoros, Mexico to figure
out her next step.  Being alone in Mexico was never a good idea for a
female, but an especially bad idea for a good looking blonde American
woman. She knew she'd have to be careful but after her fight with Rob, what
could she do?  She couldn't just pack her bag and return to L.A.  That's
exactly what Rob expected.  No, this was HER story and she'd be damned if
she'd let that little brains-in-the-small-head puss-bag take it away from
her.  If he hadn't insisted on leaving her at the hotel so HE could gather
information for HER story in the first place, there wouldn't have been a
problem.  He'd used the silly argument that he'd find out more if he went
by himself and didn't have to worry about her.  She'd countered that she
could look after herself and didn't need someone `looking after her' and
that just made him angry.  Stupid macho male ego, she thought to herself
again.

   Jamie checked off the items that made up her current situation.  First,
she had yet to get at the story she'd hinted at in her blog.  Second, she's
a single white female in a foreign town.  Third, there are all sorts of
bars and clubs she felt sure to be a hive of information that she couldn't
really visit on her own.  Fourth, she's sitting here with nothing in the
way of a support group.  Not even her dad knew she was in Mexico.  Too bad
about number four, she said to herself, mentally crossing off that item. 
Support groups are for sissies and if there's one thing I'm not, it's a
sissy, she reminded herself.  So how do I get into one of these clubs?  She
wondered, trying to tackle at least one problem on her list.  If I could go
in as a rich, decadent American woman with an entourage of men around me,
throwing money left and right, there'd be no problem.  But I don't have
money to throw around or an entourage so that's out.  I guess I could just
go and hope for the best?  She thought briefly.  She also thought briefly
of just going home to regroup.  But the money she'd spent so far would be
wasted and that irked.  Maybe if she went to a club looking for a job as a
waitress or dishwasher?  That could work, couldn't it?  Then she'd be able
to get to know the staff and get them to trust her, she reasoned.  With a
goal in mind, Jamie grabbed her laptop and returned to her room.  There she
traded her laptop for some money out of her purse and a city map.  She knew
that if she got into trouble, having her purse with her driver's license
and Passport inside would be the worst possible thing for her.  If for some
reason she was arrested, it would be easy to tell the police where to get
her identification.  If she was harassed, she could just make up a reason
for having no ID.  Jamie looked at all the stars Rob had drawn on the map.
The first was only a short walk away.

   CHAPTER 1 Getting a job is hard if you can't speak Spanish

   CHAPTER 2 Take it or leave it

   CHAPTER 3 The Mexican strip club

   CHAPTER 4 The after-hours visitors

   CHAPTER 5 Losing is not good

   CHAPTER 6 The real trade

   CHAPTER 7 A new life; the full story begins

















   Chapter 1

   Jamie walked down the wide street looking all around her.  It wasn't a
whole lot different than parts of L.A.  she realized.  But of course this
is the tourist district, she reminded herself.  The map indicated she turn
left at an alley and then right into yet another alley.  This made her a
little nervous as she walked because she'd gone from the green light
district to the red light district simply by turning a corner.  Even in
this alley there were men and women in all forms of dress (and undress, she
noted) plying their trade.  Prostitutes seemed to outnumber potential
clients.

   A young man near her yelled "Estos sombreros cuestan tres dólares
solamente." And Jamie shook her head.  She had absolutely no idea what he'd
asked.  That's when it occurred to her that Rob was the Spanish speaker of
the two of them.  She knew how to say hello and goodbye but that was about
it.  Spanish was the only class she'd ever had a failing grade in.  She
hated languages.

   It seemed that suddenly in front of her were a bunch of bright lights
and people milling around in a doorway.  She could hear music coming from
speakers embedded in the doorway.  She'd found the first star on the map.
Jamie tried to walk past the men at the door but her way in was barred. 
She tried to speak to the man in English but he just kept repeating, 10
pesos.  Jamie guessed that it was the price of admittance.  She quickly
gave up attempting to explain that she only wanted to talk to the manager
and handed over money instead.  The arm withdrew and she was `helped'
inside with a hand to her butt.  All the men at the door laughed.

   Inside it was dark except for a couple of spotlights illuminating a
stage.  On the stage was an older woman in a thong and incredibly saggy
breasts swaying disinterestedly to some Spanish music.  There were a couple
of women at the bar talking to men and a couple more at tables talking to a
lone male.  There was no one else she could see.  Wrong place, she decided.
The men all laughed at her again as she left, one of them trying to cop a
feel of her breast and laughing even louder when she slapped his hand away.
She used a brisker pace to continue down the street.  Jamie didn't even go
into the second place marked on her map.  It seemed like a copy of the
first.  The third place had a line of men and women waiting to get in, so
she joined it.  At the door, she had to pay 60 pesos.  She didn't even
bother objecting.  It was obvious that the bouncer also spoke no English.

   Inside the place was much nicer and there was a dance floor with a lot
of people on it, booths and tables scattered around.  A well-lit bar was
two-deep with patrons all trying to get drinks at once.  The place looked
like it could use another bartender.  Just what she was looking for, she
decided.  An hour after she arrived, she left, dismayed that she'd had no
luck.  The only English the barman knew were Whiskey, soda and Vodka, which
wasn't even really an English word.  He'd been no help at all and was too
busy to waste his time with her anyway, so she began asking patrons if they
knew who managed the place.  Most of them couldn't understand her and the
few that could, had no idea.

   She skipped two more places on her list, deciding they were just too
seedy, before entering the third.  She didn't even have to pay to see the
manager as he doubled as bouncer and spoke acceptable English.  He happily
showed her his `fine establishment', as he put it.  It was another strip
club but at least there were quite a few people inside and the girls were
on the whole younger, prettier and at least friendly to her.  She quickly
looked around before returning to the manager at the door.

   "Do you need a bartender?" She asked.

   The manager looked her up and down and asked, "Can you dance?"

   "No, I don't want to be a stripper, just a bartender," she insisted.

   "We need no bartenders," he replied.  "Just waitresses and dancers."

   Jamie had seen one of the waitresses inside.  Her outfit had consisted
of a scarf around her neck with her name embroidered on it.  "Ah no, thank
you anyway."

   Jamie continued up the street.  She tried two more places without being
able to bridge the language barrier and had ignored 3 more.  It was getting
late and she'd been out for close to 4 hours with absolutely no luck.  She
weighed her options.  Go back to L.A.  empty handed or return to the only
place that she'd even had a decent conversation, which was a mile back the
way she'd come.  Whatever she decided would be found in that direction, she
despondently accepted.



   Chapter 2

   She slowed as she got close to the club.  Could she even stand to be
naked in front of strangers?  She wondered, much less serve drinks and take
the inevitable groping and assorted indignities that the job represented.
The story, she told herself.  She was thinking about herself instead of the
story.  A story about gross indignities being perpetrated by evil people at
the cost of the freedoms of others.  But maybe the manager needed someone
to sweep up and clean?  She wondered.

   The manager recognized her instantly and greeted her like she was a
long-lost friend.  After politely greeting him in return, she tried again
to get a job that would allow her to stay dressed.

   "I was thinking that such a lovely club as yours would require quite a
staff to keep it clean," she tried.

   "This is why I have waitresses," he laughed.  "They serve drinks, are
nice to my guests and sweep and mop the place when the doors close.  I pay
200 pesos a night to get the best!" He declared.  "For you, being a shapely
American," he said, doing the whole hour-glass thing with his hands, "I
will pay 400 pesos a night for you to dance and mingle.  You may accept
tips as well, but they must be shared evenly with 60% to the house."

   "So you pay around $40 U.S.  a night, plus tips.  And how many hours
constitute a night, Mr.  Banderas?" Jamie asked.

   "We open at 6pm and close at 3am.  There is no one in the whole district
who pays as much," he boasted.

   "I really didn't want to have to take my clothes off," Jamie confided.

   "But you are a beautiful girl," the manager said in surprise.  "You
would keep your charms hidden for that much money?  Anyway, that is all I
can offer.  Take it or leave it."

   Jamie thought again about the story.  No one would ever have to know the
lengths she went to I order to get it.  No one would know, period.  "I'll
take it," she said before she could change her mind.

   "Splendid!" Said the manager with gusto.  "Come inside to my office and
you can show me what you can do," he said buzzing the door to let her in
then meeting her on the other side.  "Angelina, take over the door for a
while.  I'll be in my office."

   Jamie followed the tubby manager to his office, wondering what she'd
gotten herself into.  Saying she'd do it was different that actually doing
it.  He showed her then shut the door.  It was a lot quieter in here with
the door shut, but the music was still loud enough to hear the voice of the
singer.

   "Now show me how you dance," the manager commanded.

   Reluctantly Jamie started swaying to the music.  She liked to dance but
she'd never danced without a partner and she'd certainly never danced to
this music.  Now it showed.  The manager allowed her to sway to the music
until the next song came on, and began gesturing her to continue.  Jamie
kept on swaying and moving around the small room, doing her best to act
seductively.

   "This is not a dance club," the manager reminded her.  "Take off your
clothes and really show me what you've got."

   Jamie was already embarrassed enough but taking off her clothes right
now just seemed like too much.  "I can do this, Mr.  Banderas, but there's
no stage, no lights.  If there were other girls around maybe..."

   "Miss Jamie, if you do not want to dance you don't have to, but I cannot
hire you if I cannot see what you can do," the manager said with a smile.
"What if you have big scars all over your body and I let you go on stage
tomorrow without knowing in advance.  It could ruin my business.  Please
understand my position," he said apologetically.

   "But I don't," Jamie assured him.

   "And I am to take the word of a young lady don't know?" he replied. 
"Surely you understand that this is not how it works.  Now please continue,
and remember it is called striptease for a reason.  Tease me," he laughed.

   Jamie began to dance again, blushing as she fumbled with the buttons of
her blouse.  Eventually she was able to slide it off her shoulders and drop
it to the floor.  Then she slipped off her running shoes without too much
inelegance before popping the buttons on her jeans one by one.

   "Eye contact and a smile," the manager encouraged her, "is a key to this
business.  You have to make every customer feel like you're disrobing just
for them!"

   Jamie plastered on a smile, looked at the manager and resumed her
swaying.  While maintaining eye contact, she seductively peeled down her
jeans and kicked them off.  Then she stopped dancing.

   "See, no scars," she said to the manager.

   "But you are still dressed, he replied, gesturing at her unmatched bra
and panties.

   "Surely, Mr.  Banderas..." she began in a pleading voice.

   His eyes hardened a little but he kept the smile on his face. 
"Deformities, inverted nipples, scars below your panty line, I've seen them
all," he assured her.

   Jamie once again began to dance, turning away from him and looking over
her shoulder at him, maintaining eye contact while she fumbled with her
bra. Once it had dropped away, she quickly lowered her panties and stepped
out of them.  Covering her large breasts and pubic region, she slowly
turned back to him, swaying to the music all the while.  Eventually she
drew her hands away from her body, holding them out to him as if to say,
`see, no scars, no deformities'.

   "You have never stripped before, I can see that," the manager said after
a pause.  "My dear wife Eva is fat and 60 years old and she can arouse me
more with her stripping.  But you do have a very desirable body.  Maybe all
you need is instruction.  If I hire you, you must come in an hour early
tomorrow so she can show you how it should be done.  Do we have a deal?" He
asked.



   Chapter 3

   Jamie had to go shopping for a dress and shoes for her new job.  She
didn't want to spend her own money on something she would never again use
when she returned to the States, so she asked Mr.  Banderas for an advance
to get those items.  He smiled, made a show of his magnanimous generosity
and handed her a 100 peso note with instructions where to shop.  Jamie
looked at the single bill.

   "That will be plenty, I assure you," she said, seeing the look on her
face.  "We don't need as much money here in Mexico as you would in the U.S.
of A.  Just don't let them overcharge you.  Tell them that Jesus sent you."

   "Is there paperwork or anything I need to fill in?" she asked.

   "No.  Again, this is Mexico," he laughed.  "Not so much bureaucracy! 
Just be here at five so Eva can show you how you must dance.

   Jamie made her way quickly back to the hotel.  It was now well after
midnight and the walk back was terrifying.  She received cat calls and what
were obviously propositions from many intoxicated Mexican men.  At one
point she had to run to escape a group of youths that wanted her to go with
them.

   Safely back in her room, Jamie fell into an exhausted sleep.  When she
awoke, the sun was shining brightly through the hotel window.  It was
already well after ten in the morning.  Jamie showered, dressed and left
her room.  She stopped for breakfast before hailing a cab to take her to
the shop Jesus had suggested.  The cabbie wanted to confirm her destination
before shaking his head in that way that said, `crazy American' and they
drove off.  The taxi ride was less than 10 minutes and Jamie could better
understand why the cabbie thought she was crazy wanting to go there. 
Shanty-type buildings lined the street and there was trash everywhere. 
Right on the side of the street was the skeletons of two parked cars,
looking as if parts had been removed one by one until there was nothing
more to take.  Jamie paid the cabbie then thought to ask him to wait.  She
most certainly did not want to be stranded here without a ride.

   The store had a little of everything, but mostly used clothing and
shoes. The old woman at the counter did not speak English but recognized
the name Jesus.  She took Jamie's arm and led her to a rack of clothing.

   "Work Jesus?" she asked.

   Jamie nodded and the woman grinned, a single tooth visible.  She spread
her arms to indicate that this was to be Jamie's selection.  On a shoe rack
affixed to the top of the rickety metal structure were all sorts of used
shoes and boots, every one of which screamed `hooker' to Jamie.  Most were
around her size so she at least had choices.  She selected the most
conservative ones that fit her, a pair of black PVC knee-highs that only
had a 3-inch heel, and then began looking at the dresses on the rack. 
Again, every one of the dresses was well-used and looked like it'd come
straight off the back of a whore.  Jamie could only find one dress that at
least covered her completely without showing major amounts of skin on the
sides or so short that her butt-cheeks would be on display.  As it was,
despite being ankle length, the split on the side of the dress she chose
went all the way up past her hip and the neckline plunged between her
breasts with only a pair of fine chains attached to keep it from parting
and displaying her breasts to the world.  It was an obvious knockoff of
something a movie star might have worn last decade.  Not surprisingly, the
price was exactly 100 pesos.  Jamie paid the woman and left the shop.  She
was relieved to see her cab still waiting.

   After unsuccessfully attempting to take a nap that afternoon, Jamie
showered, did her hair, dressed, looked at herself in the mirror, and then
removed her bra before moving onto her makeup.  The bra had looked
ridiculous with the dress anyway.  When she was finished she critically
appraised herself.  Apart from the boots being completely wrong for the
dress, and considering her whole outfit cost just ten U.S.  dollars, she
thought she pulled it off very well.  She wore her long blonde hair in a
loose bun, a lot of mascara and a deep red lipstick.  The boots weren't all
that uncomfortable to walk in and she definitely had the legs for the split
skirt.  She felt very conspicuous walking through the lobby at four in the
afternoon dressed like a tramp, but she clutched as much of the split skirt
closed as possible and ignored the appraising looks of staff and guests. 
After finding a place to eat, she hailed a cab.  The first one didn't stop.
She was angry but not too surprised.  She did sort of feel like a hooker in
her outfit.  The second cab took her to the club and on the way, in broken
English, the cabbie tried to make a sexual deal in lieu of payment.  She
ignored him and as soon as they arrived, she hurriedly paid him and exited
the cab.

   It was only four thirty and when she hammered on the closed door, she
got no response.  She was forced to wait outside.  She counted the offers
for a date, horn hoots and remarks slash gestures she received in the
fifteen minutes she spent waiting for Eva.  Altogether, it was a total of
twenty-two.  Not bad for a beginner, she thought.

   Eva spoke little English but knew why Jamie was there, so she let her in
without a problem.  Jamie could tell that Eva used to be pretty, a long
time ago, but now she was a five foot tall old woman who was nearly as big
around as she was tall.  Eva went to the wall and flicked a switch, turning
on the stage lights and then went to the jukebox and selected some music.
Jamie figured the DJ box was only used when the business actually opened.

   "You dance, you strip," was Eva's no-nonsense command.  Reluctantly,
Jamie took to the stage and did as she'd been told.  At the end of the
song, she stood there naked, covering her breasts and groin as best she
could and waited for Eva's verdict.

   "No hands, no hands," Eva said, climbing the steps onto the stage and
swatting Jamie's hands away from her body.  "Proud senorita," she said.

   Obviously Jamie was not supposed to cover up at any time she was naked.
At least she's alone with an old woman while she gets used to the idea, she
consoled herself.

   "Must use stage, must spread," she said.  Jamie looked at her not really
understanding.  Eva shook her head, frustrated that the blonde seemed to
have no idea what she was trying to say.  She said a lot of something that
Jamie understood none of, and then finally said in English, "I show, okay?"

   Jamie moved over to where her dress and panties lay but as soon as she
made to step into her underwear, Eva said, "No, just watch!"

   For an old, fat woman, Eva knew her stuff.  She used the whole stage in
her dance and actually took off her outer layer of garments in an attempt
to show Jamie how to strip.  Then she demonstrated the use of the pole and
finally she rolled around on the floor doing the best she could at the
splits, lifting her legs, running her hands over her crotch and heavy
bosoms.

   "Try again!" She commanded.

   Jamie held out her dress, asking if she could put it on now.  Eva nodded
her head and Jamie quickly got dressed again.  This time Jamie used the
whole floor as she slowly unzipped the back of the dress and eventually let
it fall in a puddle at her feet.  She used the pole as she'd been shown,
dry-humping it as if it were a phallic symbol.  After slipping out of her
panties, she went through the leg-waving routine, intensely aware that her
most secret places were occasionally wide open to the old woman's stare. 
She fondled her own breasts and ran her hands from there, down between her
legs, keeping a smile on her face and constant eye contact with Eva.  By
the time she was finished, she was sweating under the lights.  It had sure
been more of a workout than her first attempt.

   "Again!" said Eva.  Only when Jamie had collected her dress and panties
off the floor did Eva put on her own discarded dress.  Jamie was rolling
around on the stage naked, repeating the vulgarities of her dance for the
third time when Jesus Banderas entered the club.  He waited until she'd
finished and applauded her performance.

   "A thousand times better Miss Jamie," he said.  "Come; let me buy you a
drink to celebrate."

   "I'll be right there Mr.  Banderas," Jamie said, picking up her dress.

   "Leave it, leave it.  The sooner you get used to being naked, the easier
it will be for you," he said.

   A couple of minutes later she was propped on top of a bar stool, as
naked as a jaybird, while Jesus talked to her about what exactly her job
entailed He openly ogled her breasts while he talked to her, something his
wife didn't even care about him doing.  Just the life of a strip club
owner's wife, Jamie supposed.  Jesus talked about getting tips from the
customers being more difficult than in clubs in the United States.  Women
here were expected to work for their money and if they wanted to earn
extra, there was a private room for sex.  He said it as if it meant
nothing. His wife never batted an eyelid either.  Jamie knew there was no
way she was going to visit that private room.  All she needed was the job
to enable her to find out about any sort of slave trade.

   Soon other girls began to arrive.  No one paid her any attention sitting
there naked, but eventually Jesus let her get dressed and fix her hair and
makeup.  Jesus gave the girls their rotation schedule and the club opened.
Jamie was at the end of the rotation, so she wouldn't be required on stage
until after the other 5 girls had danced, each dance lasting about 6
minutes.  She was expected to mingle with customers as they entered and
attempt to get them to buy her high-priced drinks, just as she supposed
happened in the States.  Unfortunately, `mingling' meant having to sit on
guys laps and allowing them to fondle her as much as they could, all for
free.  Jamie was very appreciative of the fact that this was one job she
had a choice about, unlike some.

   Eventually all the girls were with men and Jamie had no choice but to
join the fun after another couple of guys entered.  Luckily they were
American, but sadly for her, they well knew the difference between the
rules here and those of the States.  They had her sandwiched between them
in no time, openly slipping their hands into her cleavage and weighing her
breasts, discussing loudly and crudely the benefits of such a good handful.
Jamie was only saved by her turn on the dance floor.  She could feel the
manager watching her like a hawk from his stool next to the door and knew
she had to put on an acceptable display in order to keep her job past the
first night.  She stripped, danced and gave them exactly what they wanted,
her cheeks scarlet while she opened her thighs as much as she could.  One
of the guys began pushing American dollar bills right inside her vagina,
proclaiming that it was the only holder he could find since she wasn't
wearing a garter.  Jamie knew she couldn't very well complain to Mr. 
Banderas and keep her job, so she had no choice but to take them out as
fast as he pushed them in.  At the end of her turn, she had $12 in tips and
a mission to obtain a garter as soon as possible.

   When she left the dance floor, they once more cornered her and tried to
make her agree to take them both into the private room for some fun.  Jamie
asked them to wait a moment and she pulled aside the first girl she saw and
begged for her help.  Once she'd finally made the dancer understand what
the guys wanted and that she had no intention of having sex for money, the
dancer was more than willing to entertain them instead, for a fee.  Jamie
happily gave her the $10 she'd been paid already.  The girl looked at the
money, laughed, and practically launched herself at the guys.  A few
minutes later, Jamie saw the guys disappear into the room with the other
dancer.

   Her next customer was a local that acted every bit as rude as the
Americans, but he did it all in Spanish.  This guy roughly put two fingers
of one hand inside her and tweaked a nipple with the other.  She heard the
words `diez' and `pesos' and she hoped he was at least talking about the
tip he planned to give her for allowing him to grope her as he was doing.
Then he started pointing at the door to the private room and Jamie guessed
he wanted to pay her ten pesos for some sort of sex.  She wildly shook her
head and repeated over and over, "no way buddy!" Eventually he got the hint
and abruptly dumped her off his lap.  As the evening wore on, Jamie made
more tips from her dancing and was plied with expensive drinks, which cost
a lot but were actually no more than a very weak spritzer.  Twice she had
to give up her tips to other dancers in exchange for them luring horny men
away from insisting she take them into that horrid room.

   By a few minutes to 3 in the morning, Jamie was dead on her feet.  She'd
danced a total of 20 times, including her practice dances.  She'd learned
to switch off and display her privates in the most shocking ways with a
smile on her face.  She'd also managed to avoid that room.  At exactly 3am,
the lights brightened and the music went off.  None of the patrons
complained when this happened; they just stopped doing whatever they were
doing and left without question.  The naked waitresses started cleaning up.
Jamie was thankful Mr.  Banderas ran such a smooth operation but less than
happy with the progress she'd made getting information for her story.  So
far she'd learned absolutely nothing about any possible slave trade.

   Mr.  Banderas called the girls over to the biggest table and everyone
began laying their tips down.  Including American money and pesos, some of
the girls had done really well.  Jamie had 5 pesos to put onto the table in
front of her.  Mr.  Banderas reached into each pile and quickly calculated
its worth in pesos and what 60% of that amount was, drawing off his share.
Jamie could see that he was scrupulously honest with each girl.  When he
finally reached her pile, he looked at her.

   "I know you have earned much more than that, Miss Jamie.  By my
calculations you should have 1,840 pesos here, but instead I see only five.
You cannot honestly think I would not know how much my dancers make in
tips, do you?" Jesus said, looking at her and frowning.

   "It would have been much more than that, Mr.  Banderas, but..." Jamie
stopped in mid sentence, seeing the horrified looks on a few of the other
dancers' faces.  The boss doesn't know these girls accepted money from me
to save me from taking customers into that room.  She didn't know what
would happen if she told, but she knew it'd be bad for them.  So instead of
telling the truth, she lied.  "I um, I lost it sir," she said, lowering her
eyes to the table.

   "You lost almost 1,840 pesos?" Jesus repeated back to her.  "How could
you let that happen?"

   "I don't have a purse or anywhere to put the money so I stashed it and
when I got off stage, it kept disappearing," she replied lamely.  I only
have the 5 pesos I got from my last dance." Jamie faked a sob to enforce
her lie.

   "Losing it once is sad, but putting it in the same place after that is
foolish girl.  Putting it there again and again is crazy!  60 percent of
that money was supposed to go to the house, so now you owe me 1,100 pesos.
I pay you 400 pesos for a night's work so that leaves you 700 pesos in debt
to me.  Is that correct?"

   "But Mr.  Banderas," Jamie began to protest.

   Mr.  Banderas cut her off sharply.  "Are my calculations wrong Miss
Jamie?"

   "No Mr.  Banderas," she said quietly.

   "I will take my money now then, yes?"

   "I don't have any money Mr.  Banderas!" Jamie protested.

   "In that case, we shall call the police and they can get my money out of
you.  It is a shame too.  I could see you were going to be quite popular
here," the manager said sadly.

   "Couldn't I just repay you tomorrow," Jamie pleaded.

   "Tomorrow you could be on your way back to the United States," Mr. 
Banderas said, the sadness in his voice sounding very real.  And I have a
business to run.  "I always try to be as fair as I can to everyone from the
dancers and waitresses to the protection I pay that allows this place to
remain open.  If I bend the rules for one, it will only be expected by
all."

   "But Mr.  Banderas, surely there's something I can do..."

   "The only thing..." Jesus started, trying to catch her gaze, "Is...  no,
you would not agree and I wouldn't force you."

   "What?" Jamie said, caught up in the moment.  "I'll do anything!"

   "The people I pay protection to will be here for a party, in a short
while.  They bring their own girls but I could ask if maybe..." Mr. 
Banderas suggested, leaving the actual suggestion hanging.

   "They need dancers?  I could do that Mr.  Banderas.  Please talk to
them. Maybe you could use your wonderful powers of persuasion to have them
pay you 700 pesos for my time.  Then we'd be square, right?" Jamie asked
hopefully.

   Mr.  Banderas thought about it for some moments before reluctantly
agreeing to try, for Jamie's sake.  He made sure she understood that he
could make no promises.  Happy that Jamie had not exposed their dealings
with her to their boss, the girls took their nightly pay from the manager
and quickly left.  Jamie had nothing to do but wait in a corner while Mr.
Banderas settled up with the waitresses and sent them too on their way.



   Chapter 4

   At precisely 3.30am, the door opened and a group of five huge, well
dressed Mexicans walked in, with their arms around beautiful girls of all
races.  pThere was a tall, willowy German-looking blonde, 2 Spanish or
Latino young women, one of maybe 19 and the other in her late 20's, a
twenty-something black woman and a petite oriental girl.  Following them
were maybe seven or eight tough-looking young men and another half dozen
women who were not nearly as glamorous-looking as the first set had been.
Jamie began to worry that they wouldn't need additional dancers after all.

   Mr.  Banderas began an animated conversation in Spanish with one of the
suits, frequently looking over to Jamie and obviously extolling her
virtues. At first it looked like Mr.  Banderas was not going to be
successful in his negotiations but eventually, there was laughter and a
very vocal handshake.  Mr.  Banderas seemed pleased with the deal he'd
made. He walked over to Jamie and helped her to her feet, then led her over
to the man he'd spoken with.

   "Miss Jamie, this is Senor El Monde.  He has agreed to take you, on the
condition that you can dance as well as I claimed.  I promised you would
give him a personal dance to `seal the deal'.  Is that okay with you?"

   "Um, sure, Mr.  Banderas," Jamie replied.  After more than 8 hours
straight and 20 dances behind her, Jamie figured being up close and
personal with a customer made little difference anymore.  Especially if it
meant she wouldn't be arrested and her story never covered.

   The manager went to the DJ box and pushed some buttons.  The good music,
as he called it, began blasting from the many speaker boxes.  Jesus
adjusted the volume a little to suit the smaller crowd and Jamie, as
elegantly as possible, climbed onto the table in front of him and began to
dance.  As she danced, she kept eye contact with Mr.  El Monde.  The blonde
woman sat next to him and he idly played with her breasts under her sparkly
top while he watched Jamie dance.  When she slipped out of her dress, his
hand grabbed the blonde's and he placed hers over his groin.  She simply
unzipped him, pulled out his penis and began stroking it to full attention
right in front of everyone.  The blonde whispered in his ear and Mr.  El
Monde laughed out loud.

   In English, Mr.  El Monde said, "My girl here has a question for you. 
Go ahead and ask," El Monde prompted her.

   "I vished to know if za master required a blowjob," she said the
blushing blonde, in heavily accented English."

   Jamie, who'd been grinding and rubbing herself through her thin lacy
panties, cupping, bouncing and jiggling her breasts, and pinching her own
nipples to keep them hard, continued moving but said in as sultry a voice
as she could manage, "It's your party, Mr.  El Monte.  Please feel free to
do whatever you usually do."

   "Good answer, slut!" He said, putting his hand to the back of the
blonde's head and directing her to her new task.

   The music kept playing and Jamie dropped her panties, tossing them to
Mr. El Monte.  He snatched them out of the air and held them to his nose,
inhaling deeply.  Jamie kept dancing, hiding her disgust behind a fake
smile.  As the music slowed, Jamie got to her knees and spread her legs for
him, then began rubbing her fingers over her pubic mound and between her
nether lips.  Mr.  El Monde seemed to enjoy this all the more, so Jamie
pretended to masturbate for him.

   When the music finally ended, Mr.  El Monde clapped his hands in
appreciation of her performance.

   "Quickly Miss Jamie, before he changes his mind.  Get up on the stage,"
Jesus said quietly in Jamie's ear.  "The next song will soon start.  Just
dance naked like you just did, but this time, for everyone," the manager
encouraged her.

   Jamie quickly scrambled off the table and onto the stage, her breasts
jiggling and bouncing much to everyone's delight.  There were cat calls and
shouting, none of which Jamie understood.  She was just glad when the next
tune began and she could once again zone out.  While she danced, she took
in scenes that left her mentally shell-shocked.  Men were stripping the
clothing off girls everywhere and using them as objects.  No one seemed to
be paying all that much attention to her anymore, which was fine by her,
but instead they were pulling girls to them for oral sex or sometimes
ganging up on a female two on one.  One female was laying over a table, her
ankles pinned to the table by one man as he forced himself deeply into her
mouth while at her other end, a man spat on his hand, rubbed himself for
lubrication then pushed into the girl's bottom.  It was a regular orgy and
Jamie was the catalyst that had started it all.

   Within 20 minutes, men began dressing themselves again, done with sex
for the moment.  The women all stayed naked wherever they'd been left.

   Mr.  El Monde put a stop to Jamie's dancing, calling her down off the
stage and indicating she should get up in his lap with her legs over the
now naked blonde's.  The blonde didn't appear offended at his suggestion or
pull away from him, to Jamie's surprise.  Maybe his girlfriend had once
been in her position, Jamie thought.

   "Jesus says you owed him 700 pesos.  I told him there was no way I would
give him the money you owed him simply to have an additional dancer at my
disposal.  Every one of these girls can dance and would do so when I asked.
He said that you would do anything for me to get the 700 pesos.  So I gave
in and agreed.  Now I'm willing to make my own deal with you.  I'll let you
offer yourself to each of my associates here and see how many of them want
you.  You will get 100 pesos for each person that takes you, up to 7 men. I
will not make you have sex with all of them like you promised because I am
a fair man.  Or," and he paused for dramatic effect," I will make you a
bet. If you lose, you are mine to do with as I wish and if you win, you may
leave any time you want, either before or after you fuck any willing man.
If you win and fuck 7 men, you can leave with 700 pesos of your own.  Is
that not an excellent deal?" Mr.  El Monde asked with a gesture that
brought his hand up to cup Jamie's breast.

   "What is the bet I'd have to win?" Jamie asked hopefully.  The thought
of having sex with any of these men repulsed her, much less than taking on
all 7 in one night.

   "We'd have the standard, friendly fight, between you and Abby here, he
said, lifting a hand to caress the blonde's smaller breast.

   The thought of fighting Abby was not attractive to Jamie, but she knew
she could look after herself.  She'd done the self-defense class back in
high school and she'd aced it.  She was sure she would remember enough to
prevent the girl from hurting her, but she didn't really want to
accidentally hurt Abby, after all, what had the girl ever done to her?  She
wondered if Abby already knew about El Monte's idea.  She quietly wished it
had been Abby's idea.  At least she'd then have a real reason to fight her.

   "I'll accept your bet," said Jamie.

   "Fine," said Mr.  El Monte.  "Wonderful.  Now we really have some
entertainment!  You will fight on the stage.  Pedro, we're going to have a
catfight," he shouted across the room in excitement.  "You can time the
rounds.  Three rounds of three minutes each!"

   Pedro must have been able to speak English because he quickly translated
everything into Spanish for the benefit of the others.

   "Get up on stage girls and warm up!" He ordered, giving each girl's
breast a final squeeze before letting them go.

   Abby and Jamie made their way to the stage.  Jamie had done so much
dancing that she felt well warmed up.  She did however, remove her shoes.
Abby, without even taking her shoes off, quickly began exercising to the
excitement of the men.  She totally ignored their Spanish comments as she
did toe-touches, difficult in 4-inch heels, lunges, jumping jacks and other
stretching routines.  When she was finished, there was a light sheen of
perspiration on her body.  The men clapped and shouted their appreciation
at seeing a naked woman in heels do such sexy exercises.  They stood
looking at each other, less than a foot apart, Jamie got a little uneasy
that Abby seemed so confident.  Jamie looked up at Abby, a full 6 inches
taller than her in those heels.  She saw no emotion.  If anything, it
looked like the smallest of smiles on Abby's lips.  Hundreds of questions
began running around in Jamie's head.  What would it be like fighting a
naked girl?  Does one slap in this sort of fight or should she try to
wrestle Abby?  Would Abby try to punch her?  How did Abby plan to move
around in those heels?  Her thoughts were interrupted first by the dinging
of a knife against a glass pitcher, then a burning in her groin.  Without
another thought, Jamie fell to her knees.

   "Get up and fight vis me!" Abby screamed at her.  She felt a blow to the
ribs from Abby's leather-clad toe and toppled over.  Another kick, this
time to Jamie's breast almost made Jamie faint in pain.  Eventually Abby
pulled Jamie to her feet by her hair, so she could punch Jamie's other
breast.  When Jamie doubled over in pain, Abby used her upper arm supported
at the wrist by her free arm on Jamie's shoulder blades, knocking her back
to the ground.  Abby put a couple of kicks to Jamie's butt and groin to
ensure the weakened girl could not catch her breath then fell on Jamie,
punching her kidneys with incredible strength and agility.  Jamie never
even made it to the second round.  When she regained consciousness, Abby
was standing over her, ready to help her up.

   Jamie shook her head and whispered, "No, please no more."

   Abby laughed and thrust out her hand to help Jamie to her feet.

   "It is done.  You lose."



   Chapter 5

   "It was a fair fight, agreed?  There was no interference from anyone and
the one round before Abby knocked you out was only two minutes and three
was allowed, so everything was fair, yes?"

   "Everything except the times Abby kicked me, yes."

   "But that was the standard rules.  I said it was to be a standard fight,
did I not?  In a standard fight, the fighters use whatever they have,
except knives, pipes, rolled coins and such.  I was surprised when you
removed your boots.  If Abby had given you time to get in the first shot,
things could have turned out very differently for her and she would have
been severely punished.  Thanks to you, she will not even be whipped
tonight, much less passed around for my amigos to enjoy until she can no
longer hold her bladder and pisses on the floor.  So she, I'm sure, is
grateful to you.  Unfortunately for you, now that you are mine, you get to
take her place.  It is not often that a new girl joins us."

   Jamie could not believe what she was hearing.  Did he say she belonged
to him?

   Eventually she found her voice again.  "I will sleep with you if I must,
because I am an honorable woman.  But I would never let you whip me!" She
said, disgusted.

   "Our deal was very straightforward.  You agreed.  If you win, you walk
out of here, free of your debt.  If you lose, you are mine.  Now you're
mine and I will do whatever I want with you.  That is how Abby joined this
special group and Clarissa before her," he said, indicating the Black
woman. "That is how all the females here except the youngest, who are
offspring of past favorites, joined our group."

   "Oh my God," was all Jamie could say.

   "You thought maybe there would be little to no risk in losing your
gamble?  Maybe a lesson is on order.  We treat all our women the same,
unless they show themselves worthy of a higher status.  Abby here is my
fighter.  Before that it was Clarissa.  Now Clarissa excels in other
things, like making profitable deals with brothels for the girls we no
longer want.  Tai", he said, referring to the Asian girl, "Is a great
trainer.  She can turn a strong willed señorita into a wonderfully
accommodating slave in record time.  Margarita over there is a talented
hacker.  There is not a computer system that she cannot access.  That
serves our purposes from time to time.  You'll notice that Jennifer in the
corner is a little older than the rest of these girls.  She is a trained
chef and can do wonders in the kitchen.  She can make absolutely anything
from whatever we have.  All the girls here will pleasure me in whatever way
I desire without a moment's hesitation.  Allow me to demonstrate."

   Mr.  El Monde turned to face the entire group.  Men were idly fondling
naked girls and others were sitting quietly or chatting among themselves,
ignoring him completely.  "Sluts, stand up!" he ordered.  As one, they rose
to their feet, instantly giving him all their attention.  "Stand in line
facing me," he demanded.

   The girls quickly scrambled into a line, seeming to know a specific
order.  All the girls that had accompanied the well dressed men were at one
end and the lesser girls at the other.

   "It seems that having all the girls speak one language has been
beneficial.  Another reason Clarissa is favored, I might add.  She teaches
English."

   Again he addressed the girls, but this time it was in a way and with a
result that both frightened and amazed Jamie to her very core.  In a quiet
voice, as if her were talking to children, he spoke.

   "I have offered our newest slut a demonstration and I need a volunteer
to take the whip for me.  Will the volunteer please step forward?"

   Jamie counted them.  Like a military formation, immediately 13 sets of
high-heeled feet took a step forward without hesitation.

   "You, at the end, come here," he said looking at the girl that stood,
nervously in Jamie's opinion, at the end furthest from Abby.

   The girl hurried to Mr.  El Monde and kneeled.

   "I like your tits girl," he said

   "Thank you Master," she said respectfully.

   "Would you like for me to pierce your nipples tonight, slut?"

   "If you want to Master," she replied, sounding like she meant it.

   "May I cut your nipple off and feed it to you?"

   "Yes Master, please cut it off and let me eat it," the girl said,
starting to shake slightly.

   Turning to Jamie, he asked, "Do you really think she would stand there
and let me do such a thing to her?"

   Jamie didn't know what to say.  Whether she was crazy, terrified or just
devoted to him Jamie had no idea.  The very thought of having her own
nipple cut off made Jamie want to pee herself in terror.

   "Would you bite your own nipple off for me please?"

   "Yes Master," the girl sobbed, took her large breasts in her hands and
paused.  "Master?" she asked.

   Jamie thought she was going to refuse.

   "Yes slave, what is it?"

   "Which one Master?" was all she asked.

   "Your left, I think," Mr.  El Monde said.

   The girl took her left nipple into her mouth, stretching her breast in
the process, and began to bite down hard.  She tried to bite and scream in
pain at the same time.  After a heart wrenching few seconds, she removed
her nipple from her mouth and looked at it as if surprised it was still
there, before putting it back into her mouth, biting down and tugging at
her breast at the same time, screaming like a banshee as she did.  Mr.  El
Monde stopped her after a few more seconds.  She let her breast drop.  It
was deeply bruised, bloody and the nipple was already beginning to balloon,
but it was still completely attached.

   "We do that sometimes," Mr.  El Monde said.  The bitches hardly ever
succeed, but its fun to watch.  Not like when we pit them against each
other and tell them to bite the others' nipples off.  One of them always
succeeds then.  Needless to say, we don't do it too much because there's
not much resale value in a cunt without nipples.  But you get my point.  I
could have given the command to any one of them and they would have obeyed,
or faced a torture far more permanent.  If you're really lucky, you'll find
favor with one of my amigos here.  If you're luckier than most, you'll get
to be a pleasure slave.  If you're only relatively lucky, you'll become a
breeder slave.  The unlucky cunts are the ones used for cleaning and the
unluckiest or rebellious are given over for training purposes.  Those sluts
have a shelf life of about 3 days to a week.  You are a beauty with great
tits and legs.  I am interested in you myself.  But we have over a hundred
beautiful sluts within 5 minutes of here and really, how many pleasure
sluts does one trader need to hold onto for personal use?  If I fuck you
and it turns out you're nothing special we reassign you.  If you get
reassigned all the way down to training slut status, you know your end is
at hand.  If you aren't sold, you're dead.  It's really quite simple and
effective.  You try to escape and you instantly become a training slut. 
You succeed in your escape we will fin you.  We have yet to permanently
misplace a slut.  Pedro, what's the record so far?"

   "3 days, boss," he said without hesitation.

   "What happened with her?" Mr.  El Monde amicably asked.

   "She went straight to the cops in Texas and they held her until our
retriever arrived.  We were busy with other things at the time, so she had
to wait."

   "Any other special ones?" Mr.  El Monde asked for emphasis.

   "Well about 5 years ago there was a bitch killed a handler and escaped
into the desert.  Took us a day to find her but after we sawed off her arms
and legs, it didn't take the coyotes anything near that long to finish her
off"

   "Since we started putting them GPS trackers in the babies, no one even
gets 20 miles from where they're supposed to be and no one just leaves the
babies, stupid bitches," Pedro laughed.  "Sure makes it easy for the
retrieval team."

   Jamie was stunned.  She'd accidentally fallen straight into the middle
of the very story she'd been hunting.  Only now, she was too close to the
story.  Too close indeed.



   Chapter 6

   Jamie finally came to her senses and bolted.  No one even tried to stop
her as she sprinted across the room.  She got as far as the door and found
it dead-bolted.  A key was needed to open it from the inside.  She ran to
the manager's office but that door too was locked.  She finally ran to the
room she'd been trying to avoid all night.  Mr.  El Monde simply watched
her run, a smile on his face.  As she jerked the door open and hurried into
the room, he followed her.

   The room had an inside wall that hid the mattress on the floor from
public display as the door was opened.  Jamie hurried in and flew around
the corner, seeing the mattress and nothing else.  As she turned to run out
again, all she saw was Mr.  El Monde filling the door frame.  In her panic,
she tried to run into him and knock him out of the way, but for her it was
like running into a wall.  She bounced off him and sprawled on the floor.

   "You just learned what happens to rebellious slaves," he said kindly. 
"Are you the rebellious sort?"

   "Please sir, just let me go.  I have money, I can pay you!" Jamie
pleaded.

   "There are only two problems with that solution," he laughed.  "Firstly,
you're here because of money."

   "But I have money at the hotel!" She argued.  I will pay you your 700
pesos.  I will pay you 7,000 pesos if you just let me leave.

   "You've already been paid for," said Mr.  El Monde.  Jesus agreed to
take $1,000 US for you just this evening.  It was my gamble and as usual, I
won.  If you had won the fight against Abby, you would have walked out of
here none the wiser, come to work tomorrow night and everything would have
been fine.  But you didn't win, did you?"

   Jamie looked at him in horror.  The manager had taken money for her.  He
had sold her into slavery.  But he was a nice man.  He'd never do such a
thing!  Jamie refused to believe Mr.  El Monde.

   "As a result, you will not be missed.  Later, we will go into the
government database and remove you from their records.  It will be as if
you never came to Mexico."

   "But you can't do that!" Jamie screamed at him.  "You don't even know my
name, much less where I stay!" Jamie finished defiantly.

   "There is a GPS tracker in your dress.  They are small and cost no more
than 500 pesos each.  We have them everywhere.  So Jesus already knows
where you were staying and right now, your room is being cleaned.  It will
be as if you never stayed there, once we erase you from the hotel records.
We will know your name and if you have one, your passport.  Maybe we'll get
information on siblings and family members from your belongings, although
that is not so important to us.  That is unless you have an identical twin.
Do you have an identical twin by chance?"

   Jamie stayed silent.  She was an only child and her immediate family
consisted of her father, an unemployed alcoholic living alone in the
Valley. She had no idea where her mother was.

   "Be reasonable.  You are where you are due to the choices you've made.
We didn't hunt you or kidnap you.  You came to us.  That's how it works. 
Our business is not about abducting young women and turning them into sex
slaves or selling them as cheap labor.  That is what the Russians do.  We
produce our own whores and the family business has been running this way
for generations.  My father's fathers' father was a trader.  It was by
sheer luck that you came to us.  Now you must learn to fit in with your new
way of life or your life will be short, but not pleasant, I can assure you.
A slut doesn't need feet for most things.  She can pleasure a man, clean
toilets, make babies and provide sport without feet.  So that would be the
first thing you would lose if you continue to defy me.  It would be a shame
of course, since you could learn to dance so nicely with that body and
those legs of yours."

   "But I don't want to be a slave," Jamie wailed, completely breaking down
in tears.

   "That is no longer your choice, but it is your only viable destiny.  We
will whip you so you know what it feels like.  We will train you so you
have a purpose, as well as a value to us, but we will not `let you go' as
you asked, because of the second problem with your solution.  You know us.
We keep our business quiet and are not bothered as a result of public
outcry.  You say you would not tell, but that is a lie.  Everyone has a
secret, but no one permanently keeps it.  That is human nature.  On the
up-side, our sluts travel all over the world and experience things, people
and places that would never have been possible to them otherwise.  They are
very aware that one misstep would certainly end their existence before any
harm came to the business.  There have been sluts that decided their own
lives as slaves were of no value to them and have ignored the threat of
death.  They committed suicide by rebellion, just as you may have heard it
said, `Death by cop' in the United States, just not from a few bullets to
the chest.  We are well organized, efficient and well funded.  We also have
many very powerful people benefitting from the services we offer.  As the
supplier, only we know who they are and it is in their best interest for
them to help us stay in business.  In exchange, they have unlimited use of
as many slaves as they can handle.  It's amazing how many girls some of my
American friends think they can handle!  They request harems of 100 girls
at a time, just so they can swim in a sea of female flesh, ultimately for
15 minutes of pleasure; and we deliver.  Publicly, they decry slavery and
blame monsters in the East or North, and then they call a private phone
number because they need a girl to fill a 15 minute hole in their schedule.
Can you imagine them giving up something like that?  It just doesn't
happen."

   Jamie lay on the floor, curled into a tight ball, sobbing at her fate.
She knew she'd come to the end of one life, but couldn't imagine surviving
the next.  She bawled.

   Mr.  El Monde walked into the room, scooped Jamie up like she weighed
nothing and carried her out to the others.  In the few moments he'd been
gone, another orgy of sorts had begun.  The women were still in a line, but
now they were all kneeling and guys were lined up in front of every one of
them, taking a blowjob.

   "Are you going to try to escape," Mr.  El Monde asked Jamie softly.

   Jamie was still crying, but shook her head no.

   "Good," Mr.  El Monde said, putting her down on the floor.  Now stop
crying.  The time for crying is done.  It is time to move forward.

   Jamie tried to stop herself but she just couldn't.

   Mr.  El Monde leaned over and firmly slapped her face, not to hurt her,
but to make her pay attention to him.  Jamie tried again to stop her tears
and this time at least she was able to keep her mouth shut, despite her
lips quivering with the urge to allow a sob to escape.

   "That is much better.  If you do as I say things will go better for you.
I have been in this business all my life; long enough to know how you feel
and what you are likely to do, even before you know it yourself.  For
example, when the time comes to whip you, you will beg, plead, and promise
anything and everything to avoid the beating.  We will whip you anyway, for
to know the whip is to fear it.  Once we're done, you will be asked to
offer yourself for the pleasure of my men.  You will probably do it, the
whipping fresh in your mind.  But then again, you might still refuse. 
That's when Tai takes over.  It takes her 3 days at most to change your
attitude completely.  In that time you will be whipped almost hourly.  Much
of this can be avoided if you take my advice and ask for the whip.  You'll
get it over with and we move forward together.  It is your choice."

   Just then, Mr.  El Monde's cell phone chirped.  He looked at it and
nodded to himself before turning the display so that Jamie could look too.
Jamie wiped her eyes and stared at it.  The message said, `J RM CLR PP IH
REPORTER'

   "Did you understand the message?" He asked.

   Jamie had a sinking suspicion she did.  At the very least, they knew she
was a reporter.  Her hopes rose.  They would know she'd left word where
she'd be.

   For her benefit, he translated the cryptic message anyway.  "Your room
has been cleared and they have your passport.  They know you are a
reporter. It is truly sad to see how many reporters come to Mexico.  You
would think that news agencies would stop sending reporters to the `black
hole' of Mexico," he said, putting finger quotes around the words, black
hole, "When so many disappear without a trace.  But still they allow it."

   Jamie's hopes sank.  To them it made no difference that she was a
reporter.

   "Now, where was I?  Ah yes.  When we leave this place, you will be
blindfolded as a simple precaution.  You will think of escaping my men. 
First of all, that won't happen but if for some reason you succeed, don't
go to the authorities.  They work for me.  Find a nice quiet hole to crawl
into until we find you.  And we will find you.  This is a poor town and we
are very generous.  You will be whipped twice as hard, twice as long and if
you survive that at all, you will spend a week as a training subject.  You
will lose at least a body part and that is not an idle threat.  But if you
are damaged too much, you will be used as an example of what could happen
to any of the sluts.  Death takes at least a day.  That is the down side.
There is an up-side though."

   Mr.  El Monde paused to let his statements fully sink in.  Jamie seemed
to be hanging on his every word, her reporter's instincts highly tuned.

   "These sluts are not always treated poorly," he said, gesturing to the
women in the room.  "They all get fed, and well, I might add.  They are not
tied to any one man, and that is always nice.  We don't allow individual
relationships to blossom, so each man is not allowed to keep a slave all to
himself for more than one day at a time.  That is harder on us than you, I
can assure you, as the sluts try hard to please.  But sometimes the men do
special things for the girls.  See that necklace on that slut over there?
It wasn't free you know and it's not something she could possibly have
purchased for herself.  Yet she wears it, because one of the men gifted it
to her.  To buy it in a store in Europe or even Hollywood would have cost
over one hundred thousand US Dollars.  And a simple slut wears it because
one of the men thought it matched her eyes well.  Could you imagine having
such a necklace around your neck because you liked it, not just because you
could afford it?  Look at Abby sucking that cock over there.  Do you think
she's enjoying herself?  She came in here with me and I am the boss.  Yet
any of the men may use any slut not busy and that includes the slut I chose
to spend time with.  I'm not jealous.  She is doing her job.  She's not
unhappy, because she could be taking the whip right now instead.  So what
is your choice?  The easy way and the hard way both lead to the same
place."

   Part of Jamie couldn't believe she was even considering making a
response to the monster in front of her.  The self-reliant journalist in
her said she should resist.  The little girl just wanted to wake up.  The
rationalist agreed with him that she should make this as easy on herself as
possible and the optimist just wanted to escape.  Jamie's history dictated
her decision.  In high school, she'd decided she wanted to be a journalist.
She laid out a plan and followed it carefully, paying her own way through
college and getting a job at the place of her choosing.  She'd been a
realist, dismissing dreams of working at the Wall Street Journal or on
television.  She knew how good she was and knew she'd get better as time
passed.  So she'd worked hard, become a journalist and knew without a doubt
that this story would take her to the next level.  What she never counted
on was actually being the story.

   Jamie nodded at Mr.  El Monde.  In a tiny voice she said, "I'll do what
you tell me to."



   Chapter 7

   "Pedro, Hernandez, when you're done there, take the slut to the
compound. Put her into one of the holding cages.  She's had a busy night
and is probably ready for a sleep anyway.  She can wait until tomorrow."

   A few minutes later, Pablo finished with his slut and tucked himself
back into his pants.  Then he collected Jamie's boots and dress off the
stage and came to get her.  Jamie caused no trouble for him, standing up by
herself and even leading the way to the door.  She neither asked for nor
expected to be given either shoes or dress.  She was a little surprised
when he used her own dress to cover he head, effectively blindfolding her.
She heard the click of the lock as Hernandez opened the door and felt a
gust of warm air from outside on her naked skin.  Sounds from the early
hours of the street greeted her as she carefully made her way outside.  She
was glad her head was covered because she was blushing furiously.  She
could feel her nipples tightening and knew she was on display to whoever
might be able to see her.  Still she said nothing and didn't resist in the
least.  She felt the uneven surface of the street on her bare feet and she
was lifted into a vehicle.  She was laid on the seat and the door closed.
She felt two people climb in and the vehicle started.  The vehicle moved
and paused, moved and paused, as if making its way through a maze to its
destination.  The ride itself was not uncomfortable.  Jamie had no idea
what sort of vehicle she was in, but she was on an upholstered seat that
smelled of perfume and the vehicle had good suspension and a quiet engine.
She would have drifted off had her brain not been running a thousand miles
an hour and the beating of her heart so strong she could feel it in her
neck.  Finally, after only a few minutes, the vehicle came to a complete
stop.  She felt herself pulled out of the vehicle by her legs, her
blindfold nearly coming free but as soon as she was picked up, it was
easily resettled on her head.  She was carried like a naked bride into a
building with a heavy-sounding door and hard floors that echoed with her
carrier's footsteps.  She could feel the heat of the quiet room on her
backside, her captors grip firm around her back and thighs.  The hard
floors gave way to something soft, like dirt, and a smell assaulted her
nostrils.  It sounded and smelled like a barn.  Finally, her captor just
dropped her to the ground.

   "Get up," he said.  "You can crawl from here."

   The dress was removed from around Jamie's head and she found herself
inside a building with stone walls and straw-strewn dirt floors.  The last
she saw of her dress and boots was as Pablo left them in a pile with other
discarded clothing.  A naked young black girl of maybe 13 years of age was
sorting the items.  The girl didn't even look at Jamie or acknowledge her
presence.  Jamie crawled along next to Pablo, trying to look around without
slowing the large man's pace and making him angry.  The building was very
large, with people all around her.  Not many of the females were wearing
anything but a few had at least something to cover their nudity.  All the
men she saw were dressed.  Her reporter's brain counted 16 women and 7 men
moving freely.  She didn't know if it was light or dark outside, but it
seemed early in the morning.  The people she saw moving around gave her no
indication of the hour by their demeanor.  Jamie did see what looked to be
a stall with at least twenty women inside, almost stacked together; they
were so tightly packed in.  They appeared to be trying to sleep.  In
another stall, she saw two slim, naked young teens on their knees, sharing
the penis of a man between them, taking turns devouring him up to his pubic
hair.  They were noisily gasping at their efforts.  He had a hand on each
of their heads, controlling who'd take him into her mouth for the next
stroke.  They in turn were timing their breathing to his thrusts.  Then
Jamie saw the cages ahead.  They were stacked three high, each only two
feet tall.  They were made of steel and each had a door that had a padlock
on it.  As Pablo passed by a hook on the wall, he casually snatched off the
key and they kept moving without a pause.  Each cage had a woman inside,
curled up in the confining space.  At the first empty cage, Pablo released
the padlock and opened the door.  Jamie knew she was supposed to climb in.
It was on the second row and the cage above her held an occupant.

   "Sir, I have to pee," she said to Pablo as she dutifully began pulling
herself into the cage, grimacing at the bars under her knees.

   "So pee slut.  You won't get into trouble for that.  We have girls to
clean out the cages every couple of days."

   Pablo waited until enough of her was into the cage that he could begin
pushing the door closed against her feet.  The only sound Jamie could hear,
apart from Pablo getting impatient with her, was the sound of sleeping
women finding they could not get into a better position and banging some
part of their body against unyielding bars as they tried to move.  Jamie
had expected to hear the cries of misery she'd imagined would have
accompanied so many females being held in such conditions.

   Jamie couldn't just pee in a cage, not that her position was conducive
to such a task anyway.  If she'd urinated now, it would have gone all over
her thigh.  Within 5 minutes of being in the cage, she felt the warm flow
of the captive above her doing just that.  She moved her head just in time
to keep the urine out of her hair, banging her head painfully on the metal
bars, but felt like throwing up as the urine landed on her chest before
draining through the bars to the empty cage below.  The female above her
only sighed in pleasant relief as she emptied her bladder.  There was no
apology or anything.  When the stream stopped, Jamie looked up as well as
she could in the gloom and saw a small girl with long, dark hair, no pubic
hair and no breasts yet, looking down at her.  Jamie could hold it no
longer.  She cried.

   At some point, Jamie fell asleep.  She was awoken by the sounds of cages
being unlocked one by one and females making their way out.  Jamie tried to
see what was happening and hoped they were going to open her cage as well,
because she had found her legs cramping and couldn't straighten them out to
get some relief.  The most she was able to manage was to maneuver her body
so she could look out between the cage doors' bars.  There had to have been
50 or more young girls climbing out of cages.  The girl in the cage above
her had already climbed out and was standing with her back to Jamie.  Jamie
saw a man further down the line.  He'd already been past her cage so it was
obvious she was not to be set free of its confines just yet.  Jamie looked
up and down the line and from what little she could see it appeared that
the girls were waiting patiently for something.  A whistle blew and the
girls did a military left face.  A second whistle caused them to begin
filing past Jamie's cage.  She could see that the girls passing by ranged
in age from 9 to maybe 19.  They took ages to pass by and Jamie counted 54
bodies.  And that was only from her position at least half way down the
row, she realized.  Another thing that caught her attention was a small
mark on each girl's buttock.  It seemed that no two girls had the same
mark. A numbering system, Jamie realized, tattooed right into each girl's
flesh.

   After the last of the girls had filed by it got quiet but Jamie couldn't
go back to sleep due to her various pains.  She desperately needed to pee
and on top of that, she was parched.  Eventually she humiliated herself by
just letting go and peeing on her own thigh.  It was almost pleasurable,
feeling the strain on her bladder subside.

   Jamie waited there a long time in her cage before a woman came by and
pushed a tube between the bars.  "Drink," was the command, in a neutral
voice, as if the woman were talking to livestock.  In a way, that's exactly
what she was, Jamie realized.

   Later on, a crew of a half-dozen filthy, smelly naked women came along
to clean the cages.  They took tiny steps because their feet were hobbled,
but Jamie couldn't see from her vantage point, exactly how.  They would
crawl halfway inside each cage on the second tier and begin scrubbing with
a brush.  When they needed to reach the third tier, one of the women would
drop to all fours and another would climb on her back so she could reach in
and clean.  Jamie realized that not only were they scrubbing urine off the
bars, but feces as well.  The stench rose as the women cleaned.  They
seemed unbothered by their work and occasionally even had something to say
to one another.  While obviously not excited to be doing this work, none of
them appeared unhappy.  And none of them talked to Jamie either.  She tried
to say hello but they ignored her and kept on working.  Once they were done
with the top two tiers, they came back with their brushes, crawled into the
bottom cages and scrubbed them too.  Finally that done, they used a fire
hose and sprayed everything down, including Jamie when she got in their
way. Their work was checked by a guard and they left.  Drenched and grimy
from the crud that had sprayed onto her and more miserable than ever, Jamie
continued to wait.  The waiting was the most difficult part for her.  Jamie
was always moving; never sitting in one spot too long.  Now she had no
choice but to wait.  She moved as little as possible, in fact only when she
could no longer stand the bars digging into any one portion of her flesh
any longer or when the slave came with water.  She lay on her side with her
legs curled up, on her back with her butt pressed against the bars,
ignoring thoughts of what she must look like to anyone walking past.  She
tried to lie on her chest but the pressure on her breasts got too
unbearable after only a short while.  Never had Jamie felt so degraded when
it became impossible to avoid the urge to defecate.  She cried as she
released her bowels into the cage below her.

   She had no idea how long she was kept in the cage but it was many hours.
The other girls came back and each climbed into their tiny accommodations,
as if they'd never known any other life.  They talked quietly among
themselves for a little while, about things no 9 or 10 year old should be
talking.  Things like what an orgasm would feel like or how much more
sensitive one's nipples were in comparison with another's.  It was like a
Twilight Zone version of a sleepover, Jamie decided.  Jamie finally had to
maneuver onto her back again and looking up, she saw the child looking down
at her.  She tried to smile and say hello, but the girl just ignored her
attempt at friendship.  Jamie felt like a specimen being studied.  Jamie
was hungry too.  She been given water a few times but nothing to eat and
she hadn't had anything to eat since before her fateful first day as a
stripper.  How long ago had that been?  24 hours?  30 hours?  40 hours ago?
She had no way of knowing.  The girls grew quiet; still a long time before
Mr.  El Monde arrived to save her from her confinement.  She knew she was
soon to be whipped, just as he'd promised but Jamie knew she was at the
point where she welcomed the whip as long as it got her out of the cage. 
She'd decided a long time before that she would ask for the whip to show
she was cooperating fully.

   "How was your day, slut?" He asked when he saw her.

   Instead of answering that it had been worse than the worst thing she
could ever have imagined happening to her, she just said, "Fine thank you
sir," truly hoping she sounded convincing.

   "Your accommodations after today may just be a little better," he
assured her, "If you continue to be as respectful."

   "Thank you sir," she replied, then took a deep breath and continued. 
"May I receive the whip soon sir?" She said doing her best to look at him
between her spread legs and feeling absolutely humiliated at the position
she was in.

   "So you WERE listening," he said with a laugh.  "But then you're a
reporter aren't you?  You were trained to listen closely.  I'm also glad
you decided to take my advice.  I bet you would like to get out of that
cage as well?"

   "Please sir, I welcome the whip in preference to this cage."

   Mr.  El Monde broke into laughter, making some of the other slaves in
the area turn around in their cages to see what was so funny.  You will be
whipped well my pretty young slut and I will even have them try to spare
your face with the strands.  You please me already."

   Jamie hadn't really thought too much about the mechanics of the
whipping. In her head had been a picture she'd once seen of a woman being
whipped.  Her back was bare and they were laying into her, leaving stripes
wherever the whip touched.  But in that picture, the whip had been below
her shoulder -blades.  This new information frightened her even more.  How
would she be bound if there were usually strikes to the face?  It would
kill her!

   Mr.  El Monde used his own key to open the padlock on Jamie's cage.  He
stood back as she painfully made her way out of her confinement, finding
her legs would not support her enough to stand and managing no more than to
get to her hands and knees at his feet.  Mr.  El Monde looked at her
appraisingly, from the arch of her back, the size of her buttocks to the
pendulous breasts that hung below her.  Jamie's hair was a mess, falling
over her shoulders and just about grazing the dirt floor.  He could see
that she was used to a one-piece bathing costume and her breasts and
buttocks were a creamy white, her legs and arms a light tan.  She was
splattered with dirt from her soaking and her makeup from the previous day
was all but gone now and even still, she looked beautiful to him.  He hoped
she would progress as she's begun her slavery; with dignity and respect.

   "Come," was his simple command.  Jamie stayed at his side as they walked
further through the building.  She guessed there were probably 200 cages in
total with only a small percentage unoccupied.  They definitely knew how to
make the best use of space when it came to housing so many slaves, a
detached part of her brain thought in appreciation.

   Ahead was an open space.  In the center of the open space was a pair of
upright posts and above head height a rope spanned the gap.

   "Can you stand now?" Mr.  El Monde asked Jamie.

   "I can try," she said and meant it.  She had no desire to walk around on
her hands and knees like a dog, longer than she had to.

   "Good.  There is about to be a punishment session and I want you to
watch.  The whipping you receive will be nothing in comparison to this. 
The punishment whip has beads of metal woven into the strands.  When it
strikes, it does permanent damage."

   Jamie stood there in morbid fascination as a brunette female in her
early to mid twenties, just like Jamie, made her way unaided to the poles,
turned around to face Mr.  El Monde, and gripped the rope with her hands as
far apart as possible.  Next, a line of girls was marched in and they
formed a ring around the girl; Mr.  El Monde and Jamie becoming part of
that circle.  Finally a big, shirtless male with a bullwhip entered the
circle and spoke quietly to the female.  Jamie couldn't hear what he said
but the girl nodded when he finished.  The male stepped back about 6 feet
from the girl and raised his whip.  There was an audible swishing sound as
the whip raced towards the female and a crack as it connected.  The girl
screamed and her fists clenched the rope.  A dozen lines appeared on her
back and a moment later, blood began to seep.  The man lifted and struck
again, a little lower.  New lines appeared, followed by more blood.  The
girl's first scream had hardly diminished before it was renewed, even
louder if possible.  A third lash covered her buttocks with fine lines and
a fourth was delivered to her thighs.  The fifth and final one made contact
with her calves, knocking her feet out from under her.  Still she clung to
the rope.  Mr.  El Monde explained to Jamie that letting go of the rope
would have doubled her punishment.  The girl was now red and blistered from
her shoulder blades to her calves.

   "Are you interested to know what she did to deserve such a horrendous
punishment?" Mr.  El Monde asked Jamie conversationally as the female was
half dragged, half carried away.

   "Do I want to know sir?" Jamie asked fearfully.

   "You will be told of the things that will earn you this whip, but it is
always good to know as early as possible.  That girl was bred here and
still she failed to follow the rules.  When you are told to do something,
there is absolutely no reason that there should be a pause before you
comply.  This slut was told to whip another for a poor performance.  She
hesitated because the other girl is her friend.  As it was, the other girl
was whipped by her and then additionally by another, as a reminder to both.
Now she has tasted the punishment whip, obviously for the first time.  It
is very unlikely she will need an additional reminder in future.  Now hurry
girl, the whip-master is waiting for you.  Go hold onto the rope and
remember what I just said about not letting it go."

   "Are you not going to whip me sir?" Jamie asked hopefully.  She thought
that at least Mr.  El Monde might go easy on her, knowing what she'd
already been through.

   "I don't whip the girls," he laughed.  "Except for pleasure of course."

   "And whipping me won't bring you pleasure, sir?  I know I'll scream and
move about and I'll try hard to make it as enjoyable for you as I can," she
pleaded.

   Knowing that she was unaware what a pleasure whipping was, Mr.  El Monde
saved her the horror of finding out by refusing her request.  She would
indeed find out soon enough, he was sure, but for now, she was to receive
only an introduction.

   Jamie slowly moved to the center of the human circle and reached up to
grab the rope.  She gripped the rope as firmly as she could, praying that
she wouldn't let go.  The whip-master switched the punishment whip for
another that was in his belt and made Jamie kiss the handle.  Feeling
humiliated beyond words, she did so.  He then stood back and swung the
whip. All Jamie's instincts told her to duck the incoming sound but somehow
she held fast.  A line of fire crossed her back, went around her side and
connected with the soft tissue of her breast.  She knew she screamed but
her brain shut out the noise in favor of dealing with the pain.  Most
importantly, her brain also allowed her hands to continue holding the rope.
The whip-master changed position and struck her again.  A new line of fire
spread across her back and curved around her side, finding the soft tissues
of her other breast.  Still she held on.  A third and a fourth line of fire
vied for attention on her lower back but it was the fifth and sixth that
that made the others seem like gentle taps.  Each of them curled around her
and connected with her groin.  The seventh wrapped completely around one
leg and just as Jamie was sure she was going to pass out from the pain of
it all, her hands clamped like vices on the rope as the final swing lit
fire to her other thigh.  She didn't even realize she'd been crying until
much later, but she felt justified in having done so.  Her voice felt
hoarse from her screaming.  She was still screaming and begging for mercy
when Mr.  El Monde walked up to her and told her to shush, it was over. 
Her body was awash in pain, like she was in a bath of fire.  When she
finally managed to open her eyes, they were alone.

   "Do you remember what I told you after you lost your fight with Abby?"
Mr.  El Monde asked Jamie, once she'd calmed down enough to let go of the
rope.

   Right now her head felt like it was full of scrambled eggs and
remembering who Abby was seemed like a chore.  As she collected herself,
her brain began to function again.  What had he said about Abby?  She
wondered.  Oh the fight.  The beating, he meant.  After that, she prompted
herself.  He said that she'd take a beating and be passed around...  Oh God
no, not now.  She was in so much pain that having sex was the last thing
she wanted to consider.  Lying on her back would be more torture than the
original whipping, she was sure.  And girls before her had been made to
endure it without dying?  She couldn't believe it.

   "You...  you said...  you said I'd be passed around for...  for sex,"
Jamie wailed, beginning to bawl again.  "But I can't," she cried.  "I'll
die!"

   "You won't die.  You'll lay face down on a table and open your legs and
mouth.  This time and this time only, we do all the work."

   "Oh thank you sir, thank you thank you thank you!" She said and she
meant it.

   Later, as she recovered from her gang bang, she'd remember thanking Mr.
El Monde for allowing her to be raped so gently but right now, the gift he
was giving her made her feel like he was literally saving her life.

   As soon as she felt capable of walking, she asked Mr.  El Monde if they
could move on.  All she wanted to do was get the next stage of her
induction completed.  She walked bow-legged next to Mr.  el Monde, trying
to ensure her thighs didn't touch.  She had slim thighs and generally there
wouldn't be a problem with her thighs rubbing together but right now they
felt raw and swollen.  She finally chanced a peek at her breasts and saw
that the whip marks were already fading, even though the pain wasn't.  She
had to walk slowly, partially because she felt so faint but also because
each step caused the pain in her groin it remind her it still hurt.

   They stopped at a door and Mr.  El Monde opened it.  Inside Jamie
counted five men, laughing and drinking Whiskey.  Four of them were Mexican
and what was a white guy.

   "Look-ee what we got here," he said.  Fresh meat Yee hah!"

   Without any fanfare, the men cleared off the small round coffee table in
the middle of the room.  Jamie could see this had been done before.  She
made her way to the table and climbed onto it.  Her legs hanging wide open
on one side, her head over the other.  To stop herself choking on the hard
table edge, she had to cross her arms over her upper chest.  She knew it
made her look like a wanton whore impatient to give oral sex and be taken
from behind but she really didn't care.  She just wanted it over with so
she could metaphorically lick her wounds.

   The men all took Jamie, both vaginally and orally.  The detached part of
her brain appreciated the fact that no one had expected anal sex, even
though they'd repeatedly made her gag and had choked her with their penises
in her mouth.  Jamie had never practiced anal sex, but from what she'd seen
at the strip club, she knew it was a distinct probability in her future. 
She'd also never taken on more than one man before.  Sure, she'd fantasized
about having two, but never five at once!  The one man that never took part
in the gang bang was Mr.  El Monte, Jamie realized.  In her muddled state,
she felt saddened by the rejection.  When the men had finished with her,
she had ejaculate dripping from her vagina and splattered all over her
face, in her hair, on her neck and she could taste it in her mouth.  When
they were done, they knocked the table over, causing her to fall hard on
the bare floor.  Then they laughed at her, refilled their drinks and
ignored her.  Mr.  El Monde helped her to her feet, the first time he'd
actually touched her this day.  They left the room, Jamie now even more
dazed than before.  Mr.  El Monde took her to a place where a lot of young
females in their early to mid teens had been shackled to the wall by chains
running to collars around their necks and wrists, with barely enough chain
to allow them to lay down.  Mr.  El Monde told her to sit near the wall and
when she did, was relieved that her butt didn't hurt as much anymore.  He
shackled her identically to the others and wished her a good night.  Jamie
politely wished him a good night as well and found herself thanking him for
making her experience less arduous than it could have been.  She really
meant it too.

   Despite the lingering pain in her back, buttocks and thighs, Jamie
quickly fell asleep, happy that she was finally able to stretch her legs.

   When she woke, it was as a handler was unchaining the girl next to her.
The handler went down the line and Jamie could make out similar noises
around the corner, from someone else doing the same to unseen girls there.
Again Jamie was left in shackles.  The girls all ignored her as they
happily got to their feet and waited.  A whistle blew and the girls turned
a quarter turn.  Another whistle and the girls began marching off into the
distance, single file, like a naked boot-camp formation.  Jamie watched the
girls march away and counted them.  She saw a total of 64 girls pass her,
but there could have been any number around the corner.

   Again Jamie waited.  This time she dozed on and off.  Sounds in the
distance were getting louder as if the building was coming to life.  Jamie
continued to catnap but it was getting harder to stay asleep.  She still
had no idea if it were daytime or nighttime outside.  There were no windows
here either.  Eventually a woman brought her water and a piece of bread. 
Jamie didn't know how hungry she'd become until she took the first bite. 
She practically devoured the whole piece of fluffy fresh bread in four
bites.  About an hour went by after Jamie drank and ate.  She needed to pee
but this time she knew she would be allowed no bathroom break, so she
simply squatted as far from her position as the chain would allow so that
when she returned to it, her spot was at least still dry.  After another
hour, someone finally came to get her.  It was a slave her own age.  She
was actually spoken to for the first time by someone other than Mr.  El
Monde.  The girl happily said good morning and told Jamie her name was Eve.
Jamie couldn't believe how nice and happy the girl seemed.  In a pleasant
way, Eve told her to sit up.  Jamie immediately did as she was bid.  The
slave released her from the shackles, and then snapped a collar around her
neck.  Attached to the collar was a leash.

   "Come on girl, let's get you cleaned up," she said, as if talking to a
friend and not someone at the other end of a leash.  "What's your name
anyway?" The girl asked.

   "Jamie, ma'am," she said to be on the safe side.

   The girl giggled.  "I'm just a slut like you, Jamie.  You can call me
anything you want, just not to the whipping post, okay?"

   Together they entered a room with a slightly sloping concrete floor. 
There were hoses spaced periodically along the wall.  Eve took a bar of
rough soap off a shelf and handed it to Jamie.

   "You'll need this," she said, walking over to the hose.

   There was no hot water, a luxury not afforded to slaves, Jamie guessed.
Eve quickly hosed Jamie down then shut off the water so Jamie could rub the
soap into herself and get clean.  Before Eve rinsed her off, she gave her
some advice.

   "The word around here is that you're from the outside.  Am I right?"

   Jamie nodded.

   "Well two things.  The first thing is that the sluts here don't much
like outsiders.  The outsiders that come here seem to think they're better
than us just because they weren't born here.  As long as you remember that
you're not better and don't deserve any more than you get, you'll be fine.
The second thing is that it's going to be a long day before you get another
chance to piss and shit, so you should do it now.  Just go on the floor and
I'll wash it away for the cleaners to take care of outside."

   Jamie looked at Eve in confusion.  "Just go on the floor, here?" She
asked.

   Eve nodded.  Jamie wasn't sure that she could go in front of another
person, but she tried anyway.  Eventually she was able to relieve herself.
Eve told her to spread her cheeks and turn around.  A humiliated Jamie
allowed Eve to wash her backside without complaint.  Afterwards, she even
thanked her, which made Eve beam.

   "I knew you were going to be different than some of the others," she
grinned.

   For the first time since arriving at this place, Jamie felt a real smile
cross her own lips.  Eve's happiness was infectious.

   "Use this to clean your teeth," Eve instructed her.  It was a toothbrush
chained to the wall.  Gingerly Jamie put it in her mouth, aware that it
must have been used by hundreds of girls already.  But it felt good to
brush her teeth at all.

   "Now that you're clean, I am to deliver you to the classroom.  You may
feel out of place learning with the children, but there are things that all
children must know so that's the best place to start.  You'll only spend a
couple of days with them and after class they have decided to let you rest
with the older kids like you did this morning.  If you're a quick learner,
you'll be able to stay with sluts your own age in a week and I think I'll
like that," Eve smiled.

   "So the children in the cages are the children I'll be learning with?"
Jamie asked, putting two and two together.

   "Yes.  When you graduate from the beginner side and are moved to the
intermediate level, you get more freedom.  I guess it's like a reward
thing," Eve said as if she'd never thought of that before.  "I live in the
North section and we spend a lot of time without even being locked up.  In
a way it's scary.  I've heard stories and they're probably just fairy tales
I know, but they're about girls being taken away and forced to fend for
themselves with no one to tell them what to do, no one to protect them or
anything!" Eve shuddered slightly at the thought.

   "That sounds like life outside," Jamie said.  "Outside, everyone's free
and fends for themselves every day." Jamie fell silent.  She'd never
thought of freedom as being scary, but if Eve was any indication of the
mindset here, these slaves were happier being slaves than being free.  It
just seemed upside down to her, but she could at least understand the
viewpoint.  If someone had tried to tell her the same thing a week ago, she
would have laughed and called them crazy.  Now she wasn't so sure anymore.

   "We have to hurry now Jamie.  If you're late, we'll both get punished."
Eve said.  We'll take shortcut so we can get there on time.  Now that
you're clean and smell better, there shouldn't be a problem."

   Eve put Jamie's collar back around her neck and led the naked slave
through a maze of turns until they entered a newer building.  This building
had tinted windows and Jamie could see it was bright daylight outside.  In
this place, there were well dressed men everywhere and frequently she even
saw fully dressed females.  She couldn't tell if they were slaves or free
women.  Every one of them she saw was gorgeous and well dressed.  She
started to quietly ask Eve but Eve quickly shushed her.  When Eve finally
saw they were alone in a corridor for a moment, she warned Jamie never to
speak when in the `tops area', whatever that was.  Jamie figured she'd find
out soon enough so she just nodded her understanding.  Jamie felt nervous
walking through an area naked when everyone around her but Eve was dressed.
And eve wasn't being led like an animal either.  A very humiliating
experience, she decided.

   They left the tops area and came to a courtyard.  At the far end were a
large crowd of naked children, sitting on the ground, legs crossed and
backs straight, being lectured by a naked female slave.  They were learning
English, Jamie realized, just like in school, but outside and naked.  It
seemed very surreal to Jamie.  Eve led Jamie off to the side where a couple
of men were talking together.  Eve dropped to her knees, pulling Jamie down
with her.  The men finally finished talking and one of them took notice of
the two lovely slaves.

   "Is this the new slut?" he asked Eve.

   "Yes Master.  Shall I leave her with you?" Eve replied.

   "Is she well behaved?" He asked.

   "Oh yes Master.  This slut has been wonderful!" Eve praised Jamie.

   "Good.  You may unleash her then and get back to your work," The man
instructed.

   "Yes Master," Eve submissively replied and went about removing Jamie's
collar.

   Turning his attention to Jamie, the man spoke to her.  "Have you ever
been a slave before?" He asked.

   "No sir," Jamie responded.

   Without emotion, the man slapped Jamie's face.  Jamie looked at him in
stunned silence, wondering what she'd done.

   "You will address all the handlers here as Master," he coached her. 
"You will be told in advance when to address someone as sir.  Got it?" he
asked in a flat tone, not appearing angry with her.

   Jamie's cheek smarted from the slap.  She'd never been slapped like that
before, without provocation or malice.  She guessed it was just a way of
reminding her not to do something again.

   "Yes, Master," she dutifully said.

   "So you're from the outside?" He asked, not expecting an answer.  "I
personally don't much care for the sluts who come here from the outside,
but I do what they tell me to do, just like you.  Come with me."

   Jamie obediently followed him inside another building.  Inside was a
small group of children, all under 10 years old who were standing, bent at
the waist and supporting themselves with their hands on their knees, angry
red welts crisscrossing their behinds.

   "This is the remedial education class.  The slaves here missed one thing
or another in their original classes.  They are here for refresher
training. You will shortly join them and learn from them and their teacher.
But first, since you're an outsider, I will hold a class of my own.  First,
I'll cover a brief history.  This facility has existed in this location for
25 years.  Before that it was a monastery.  As you may or may not know, it
has been expanded considerably since we've been here.  We have added
electric light and running water in some of the buildings, all for the
benefit of the sluts and children that use the facilities.  Slaves are
produced here, raised here and trained here.  The sluts are trained to be
useful, by the males in most instances, except when it comes to sex.  Other
sluts do most of that training.  Male slaves such as me do not wear shoes,"
he said indicating his bare feet.  "Any male with footwear will probably be
an outsider of some sort, but that doesn't matter.  We are all called
Master by both the children and sluts.  When the children are fully
developed and have completed their basic training, they are turned over to
the sex school where they become sluts.  Children may become sluts in their
14th year or not until their 18th.  If they don't graduate by the time they
reach their 19th year, they are disposed of.  We do not generally sell
slaves at this facility, although it does happen sometimes.  Mostly the
slaves here are made useful to others on a temporary basis and return here
after their usefulness has been exhausted.  They are then put back into
stock, ready to be used again.  I once worked the fields south of here but
it became necessary to put me to work here instead, so now I teach.  Our
education here is not like on the outside, where children learn useless
things they have no need for.  Everything taught here has a use.  My
English was taught here and I am told I have mastered it as well as any
college-level student on the outside.  We do not live in a democracy here,
which we are grateful for.  That means we do not need to fill our heads
with useless information about things that do not concern us or make
decisions based on whim like they seem to do outside.  We are told what we
need to know for the moment and usually not much more than that.  For
example, I found out I was coming here to teach the day I came here to
teach.  It worked well because I could fully concentrate on my job until it
was no longer my job.  If I'd known sooner, who knows how it would have
been for me."

   Jamie agreed with his point.  That sort of thing had happened to her
many times.  She would make plans to go on a date, change apartments or
even go on vacation and had been able to think of little else for the few
days or weeks until it happened.  There were definitely advantages to the
system they had in operation here.

   "So that's our history.  Tell me 5 points I made in that summary." He
instructed Jamie.

   Jamie processed the information quickly and was able to rattle off 5 of
the things he'd told her without difficulty.

   "Good, he said.  Maybe Eve was right.  You do listen and learn.  Next he
said, we'll cover the curriculum here at basic school.  I won't go into
what the males learn because that is of no concern to you.  We have a few
lessons that must be learned early and well in order for the children to
progress.  They are; loyalty, respect, instant obedience, and effort.  I
believe many, if any of those things are not even taught on the outside and
that is why the world is in chaos.  That is learned by the time children
are 5 years old.  Then we move onto things such as English language and
simple math.  In the last few years, we have added a number of languages to
our curriculum for the children that have shown a special aptitude for it.
Some of the children can speak English, Mandarin, Spanish, Russian and
Arabic.  We do not waste our time teaching some children though, when it
doesn't come naturally.  These children here cannot do simple math.  You
will be joining them when I am ready to continue.  You can expect to get
some of the simple math wrong, being an outsider, but you will quickly
learn."

   Jamie glanced again at the young children, all still holding position,
waiting quietly for the lessons to resume.  She'd never seen such well
behaved youngsters before but then again, she'd never seen real slave
children before either.  Jamie didn't look forward to getting caned, but
she was confident that she could do simple math.

   "Since you are new, we will also go over some language questions.  It is
more likely that you will know these.  Now join the children, bend over and
thrust your ass out like they're doing."

   Jamie took up the position, feeling silly standing next to the
youngsters with her butt thrust out, waiting to find out if she'd be caned
for an incorrect answer.

   The handler picked up a cane and begun asking questions.  Of the first
girl he asked, "Your sister was told to calculate how many pesos a bucket
of grain is worth in American dollars.  The empty bucket weighs 1lb and the
scale shows a full bucket weighing 17lbs.  The price of grain is 15 pesos a
pound and the exchange rate is 10 pesos to one dollar.  What was her
answer?"

   The first girl thought about the problem and promptly answered without a
scrap of paper to write on.  "The answer is twenty four dollars, Master."

   "Well done.  You are learning at last," He encouraged her.  To the
second girl in line, he said, "Your sister was told to calculate how many
pesos a bucket of soy beans is worth in American dollars.  The full bucket
weighs 12lbs.  The price of soy beans is 22 pesos a pound.  How much is a
bucket worth?"

   The second girl thought and finally answered twenty three dollars and
twenty cents.  The cane quickly landed on her buttocks.

   "Try again," the handler said.

   "The girl had not made a sound despite how much the cane must have hurt.
Jamie wanted to cry out for the girl but she wisely stayed silent.

   "Twenty four dollars and twenty cents, Master?" the child asked
innocently.

   "This is not a guessing game girl," he said and caned her again.  Still
she didn't scream.  "Is that answer correct or not?"

   "Yes, Master, that was the correct answer."

   "Good.  Well done.  But remember to state, not ask when you answer the
question."

   The questions went along like that until he came to the girl before
Jamie.  "If the second slave's first answer was added to the first answer
of the slave before you, how many strokes of the whip would they have
earned in total?"

   Jamie, by this time had forgotten the first answer the second slave had
even said, much less what it was worth in lashes of the whip.  She began to
get really worried about the cane for the first time.  Whatever calculation
the child did in her head was correct and the handler moved on to Jamie.

   "If you were aware of these mistakes and did not correct the slaves who
made them, how many strokes could you expect?"

   "I have no idea, Master," Jamie wailed.

   She tensed when she heard the cane whistling through the air and
grimaced when it connected with her rear, but stayed silent.  A second time
the cane came down and Jamie almost screeched, but again managed to hold it
in.

   "The first stroke was for not knowing.  The second was for the way in
which you answered.  If you don't know, you don't know.  You do not cry
about it or complain.  The correct answer was 10 strokes; 5 for each slave
that you knew were wrong and didn't correct."

   "Yes Master, thank you Master," Jamie said, trying to hold her voice
steady.

   They went though similar questioning for at least a couple more hours,
after which they were allowed a few minutes to stretch.  Jamie's back hurt
as much as her bottom did, but she was grateful she'd been able to at least
answer some of her questions correctly.  She also learned to take note of
the answers the other slaves gave; right and wrong answers.  While they
were having their break, the handler explained to her that these children
would learn not just the direct lessons but the indirect ones as well, such
as listening and cooperation.  He explained that correcting another
involved ensuring the supervisor in any group was immediately told of
mistakes that were about to occur or had already occurred so mistakes could
be fixed before they caused more problems.  He asked her to imagine how
much money could be lost by under-charging for 500,000 buckets of soy beans
sold $1.50 cheaper than they should have.  Then he asked her to imagine
what it would cost the supervisor.  Jamie imagined it would not go well for
that person.

   After their break, they were put back into position by the handler and
they began on English language questions.

   "What's another name for your third hole?" The handler barked without
hesitation.

   The little girl immediately answered,"That's my ass, Master."

   What is the name of the man who owns you?  He asked the second girl.

   "Sir, Master."

   "How many sides does a tetrahedron have?  He asked the third girl.

   Immediately she answered without fear of the cane, "I don't know,
Master."

   Jamie was surprised that she never received the cane for not knowing
then figured out that it was one of those things that she didn't need to
know and the handler had asked the question for Jamie's benefit.

   Jamie's first question got her a strike with the cane.  The handler
asked her another name for tit and she answered `breast'.  It was an
unacceptable answer.

   "A breast is a piece of chicken," he corrected her.

   She quickly said, "Boob, Master," and was saved from another strike.

   Jamie listened as 8 or 9 year old children used words such as jism,
fuck, cunt, cock and various other words she had always avoided using
herself.  She tried to imagine herself at 9 years of age being asked to put
the word `cunt' into a sentence like the girl next to had been.  When her
turn came, she had to explain what a `dirty Sanchez' was.  She was
surprised for 2 reasons, the first being that this was Mexico and she
didn't think they'd use that term and the second being that she knew the
answer at all.

   Feeling particularly wicked for answering in front of children, she
said, "It's when you take a cock up your asshole and then lick it clean,
Master."

   She had survived another round, but she was also getting tingling
feelings in her `cunt', as she tried to think of it, at hearing and using
so many words she'd previously considered as being `dirty'.  This surprised
her.  She wasn't an overly sexual person, having been with, no, fucked; she
corrected herself, maybe 7 guys in her whole life until her encounter with
the men in that room so recently.

   Another couple of hours were spent on English language questions.  None
of the children received the cane.  Jamie got a total of 17 strokes.  She
took them all well, she decided, not having moved or screamed once.  The
hardest part had been the position she'd had to hold for so long.  Her
calves and thighs were burning and her back was a mass of knots from
staying still for so long.  None of the children seemed to have found it
anywhere near as much of a hardship as she'd done.

   Once the classroom lessons were done, one of the children was instructed
to show Jamie around and tell her what each place was used for.  The girl
led Jamie outside to the perimeter to start the tour, planning it so it
would end at the location of Jamie's next appointment; the kitchen.

   "That's the outside," the child explained with an involuntary shudder,
pointing at the desert in the distance.  "There's nothing good out there,"
she said firmly.  She showed Jamie green fields with naked women wearing
big sun hats, tending the plants.  "That's where the vegetables come from."
She next showed Jamie the cattle pens and right next to them, another set
of pens.  In one pen, there were 30 or 40 very dirty women crowded around a
trough, waiting for something, talking among themselves like they were at a
party instead of contained in a cow pen.  Each of them had shackles around
their wrists and their wrists pulled tightly behind their necks, holding
their arms immobile.  They had shackles around their ankles with maybe two
links of chain between, allowing tiny steps to be taken.

   "That's one of the teams of cleaning slaves," the child said.  They stay
there to eat or when they're not off cleaning the other pens, the pit or
whatever else needs cleaned.  They mostly stay chained up like that and
only get their arms released to sleep or when certain cleaning stuff."

   Jamie remembered them having their hands free when they cleaned the
cages she had been in one of.  "Why are they so dirty?" Jamie asked
innocently.

   "They get hosed off every week, but working in the pit just makes them
all dirty like that again.  I don't know why they bother hosing them off at
all, but it's not for me to wonder about." She replied in a neutral tone.

   "Either of us could become cleaners, couldn't we?" Jamie asked quietly.

   "You could," the little girl replied, but when I grow up, I want to be a
pleasure slut like my mom once was.  She had the biggest tits and wettest
cunt ever, they say," she said dreamily, then added hastily as if someone
might overhear her, "but if they put me with the cleaners, I will be the
best cleaner they have too!"

   "You're going to have lovely tits," Jamie said to the little girl to be
nice.  "I think I can see them coming in already," she added with a smile.

   "You think?" the little girl said, covering her tiny nipples and feeling
herself, excited at the thought.  "Thanks!  By the way, I know you're
called Jamie.  My name is Jen," she said proudly.

   "Nice to meet you Jen," Jamie replied happily.  They'd gone from a
frosty beginning to smiles in just a few minutes.  It made Jamie feel
wonderful and she didn't know why.

   Jen continued the tour, and Jamie felt sure she seemed to be taking more
pleasure in her task.  They saw the top building, although didn't actually
go inside.  Jen said kids weren't allowed in there.  She also explained why
it was called the top building.  TOP stood for Traders, Orders and
Personnel Services, or maybe Personal Services, Jen said, admitting to not
knowing for sure.

   "That's where the men that deal with people from outside, work.  And
it's where the best of the pleasure sluts get their outside assignments
too. I don't know why only the best of the pleasure sluts get to do that.
It sounds like a punishment to me," she confided.

   "Wearing the nicest clothes, having the best makeup and going all around
the world, visiting the nicest places, riding in the best cars and seeing
the best shows sounds like a pretty good deal to me," Jamie responded,
remembering what Mr.  El Monde had said, what seemed like years ago.

   "Who wants to wear silly clothes that make you all hot and ikky?" Jen
asked in disbelief.

   "Maybe one day you'll learn that it's not so bad," Jamie said, starting
to wonder if maybe the child had a point.  She was actually getting quite
used to being naked.  Finally, she added, grinning to herself.

   After that, they visited a place nicknamed, `The Blood-stop', which
Jamie quickly realized was a place where females of all ages went when
their period came.  Women waited in line, obviously at the start of their
periods, some with trails of dried blood on their inner thighs from the
beginning of their period.  A man at a desk had them bend at the waist,
spread their legs and ass-cheeks and he would pull the string of an
existing tampon, quickly yanking it out and dropping it into a pail. 
Another man at the next desk waould push a new tampon in.  The line hardly
paused.  A woman would walk up, ignore the first desk if it was the start
of her period, or bend over to have the used tampon removed, then take two
steps to the next desk and get her new tampon.  She'd then just walk off
with a string dangling between her legs, to go back to whatever she'd been
doing before.  Jamie knew from experience that women's periods usually
began to match those of the women around her after a while, so she could
imagine how busy these two men were kept.

   Before they moved on, Jamie saw a cleaning slave remove an almost
overflowing tampon pail.  She was hobbled and her wrists were chained
together behind her neck, so she had to maneuver the pail's handle so she
could pick the bucket up with her teeth.  She got blood all over her face
as she did it.  Jamie shuddered at the thought of being in that woman's
position.  Then she realized there were no cleaning slaves in the line and
she asked Jen about that.

   Jen giggled and said, "What for?  What difference would a tampon make?"

   Jamie guessed Jen was right.  Their next stop was made outside what Jen
called `the pit'.  It was an open sewer, or more accurately, a settling
pond.  It was the almost inhuman job of the cleaners to keep the pond
scraped.  Jamie realized why the cleaners always smelled so bad.  They were
actually wading in the pond up to their armpits in shit, using buckets in
their mouths to scrape the floating scum off the top.  Jamie could hardly
believe her eyes at the sight.  Occasionally the cleaners spat something
that had entered their mouths back into the water or into their bucket and
kept scraping.  Jamie almost vomited at the sight.  She got even closer to
vomiting when she saw where the pail of used tampons ended up.  It was
dumped right into the thick water.  When their bucket was full, the
cleaning slaves would climb out of the pond with their load and hobble in
their chains to a carrier slave.  Not all the shit floated.  Up to their
knees was caked in thick, shitty mud that didn't wash off as they left the
pond.  They'd wait until two cleaners were next to a carrier slave and
carefully attach the buckets to a yoke around the carrier slave's neck. 
The carrier slave then had to run off into the distance with her load.  And
run they did.  They were like regular athletes.  Jen told Jamie that the
loads were being taken to distant fields to provide fertilizer for the
ground.

   "Just think," Jen said with a giggle as they left, "The morning shits'
we took are in there somewhere."

   Jen promised herself that if she had to chew off her own nipple, she'd
do it in preference to being demoted to a cleaning slave.

   Jen's tour took her through the area used for the sex school, where
older slaves learned their trade as sex slaves.  The 9 year old Jen
casually strolled through the room, seemingly oblivious to the fact that
women were having sex and being mounted in all imaginable positions, all
around her.  There were adult women taking huge rubber dildos in their
vaginas; `cunts', Jamie corrected herself again, and asses, and swallowing
9-inch long phalluses.  Other women were using butt plugs of various sizes
and a good twenty men were industriously ass-fucking a line of women bent
over a rail; pumping into a woman a few times then withdrawing and moving
to the next.  The line of women looked about twice as wide as the line of
men.  When the first man got to the last woman and pumped her, he would
pull out and return to the start of the line where a woman was on her
knees. She re-lubricated him with her mouth so he could start over.  Jen
confided to Jamie that she'd been training her gag reflex already, even
though she wasn't allowed to suck cocks yet.  She was looking at the woman
who was happily taking shit-streaked cocks into her mouth.  Jamie could see
that Jen wanted to be in that woman's place and it surprised her.

   "You wouldn't mind sucking a cock that had been in another slave's ass?"
She asked.

   "Of course not," Jen replied.  "It's just something you do as a pleasure
slave."

   The child's a little crazy, decided Jamie.

   Before they left the room, Jen showed Jamie another door.  "We aren't
allowed in there.  It's just for the sex school slaves.  I guess there's
stuff they don't want us to see in there," was all she said about that.

   With all the sex they did allow children to see, Jamie didn't for a
moment think there'd be anything they were too young to see.  Maybe it was
the women with body parts missing, she wondered, remembering the Mr.  El
Monde threat.

   Suddenly a thought occurred to her.  "What's to stop slaves getting
pregnant while they're in sex school?" She asked.

   "They put something in the water for us," she said.  If you go off to
the breeding compound, they just use regular water."

   "Oh," was all Jamie could say.  She figured it made sense in a way.  But
no wonder the kids were so aroused all the time, she thought to herself.

   They passed the cages Jamie had stayed in and Jen pointed out hers on
the top row.  "That's where I sleep," she said proudly.  It was close to
where Jamie believed she'd spent time.  Maybe she'd seen her?  Jamie
wondered.  They walked by the upright poles with the rope and Jen told
Jamie it was the punishment poles.  Jamie said she'd already used it and
Jen looked strangely at her.

   "It was part of the indoctrination," Jamie explained, "But without the
steel barbs."

   Jen nodded her head in understanding, but Jamie didn't think she did
understand.  After all, Jen had probably never been indoctrinated.  They
turned right and descended a long flight of rough stairs.

   "This place is really creepy," Jen said.  "All the bad slaves are down
here.  As they neared the bottom of the staircase, the noise of misery and
pain began to assault their ears.  There was painful screaming from the
left and the right.

   "Do you mind if I wait here while you have a look?  This place gives me
bad dreams sometimes," Jen said quietly.

   From the sound of it, Jamie could perfectly well understand why.

   "We don't have to look," Jamie reassured the youngster.

   "You do.  It's part of the tour.  I just wanted to wait here.  But I'll
go too if you hold my hand."

   "You wait here.  How long will it take me?"

   "You could spend all day down here.  The corridors go for miles.  But
you don't need to see the whole thing.  It won't take long to get an idea
of what's down here.

   Jamie was afraid to go by herself, but she didn't want to take the child
with her either, so she had to go alone.  At the bottom of the stairs,
Jamie turned right taking hesitant steps closer to the closest sound of
screaming.  What she saw turned her stomach.  If there'd been anything in
it, she would have thrown it up.  Two women were in an enclosure, their
bodies covered in bloody welts from countless lashes.  No part of them had
been spared.  Their faces were bloody from whip marks and they both had
black eyes, each with one swollen shut.  Even the tops of their feet
sported open cuts.  They each stood on little platforms with upturned
bottle caps nailed or glued to the surface, so that the soles of their feet
had to have been in constant pain.  Under each perch was a six-foot long
bed of hot coals.  With one foot chained to the wall behind each woman the
only escape from the perch would be to fall onto the coals if they lost
their footing.  Jen was horrified to see that they were connected to each
other first by fish hooks through their nipples then by heavy iron chains
connected to the eyes of the fish hooks.  They seemed to be having a
contest to see who could pull the other off her perch by her nipples.  A
female trainer at either side was encouraging her girl with additional
lashes to her back every 2 seconds or so.  The loser would fall into the
coals and get badly burned.  Jamie had seen enough.  She well remembered
what Mr.  El Monde had said about the training slaves.  This was them. 
Jamie almost sprinted back to Jen at the bottom of the stairs.

   "You're right, that is scary.  I hope I never do anything to warrant
being sent here," Jamie said with a firm resolution not to.

   At the top of the stairs they turned again and went down another
corridor until they walked past a door.  Jen slowed and told Jamie she was
never allowed through that door.  It was the entry to the male slave side.
They passed the place where Jamie had been chained to the wall and the room
where she had been washed down by Eve.  Then they went past another room,
where a few men and women were laying in each other's arms and having sex.

   "That's the birthday room.  The male slaves are allowed to have sex with
any slut who's graduated or is in sex school, on their birthday." Jen
explained.

   "What about the women?  Do we get to choose a man to have sex with on
our birthday too?"

   "No, it's just for the men.  I heard that sometimes they only get to
fuck once a year.  Unless they want to fuck each other, I suppose," Jen
said thoughtfully.  "But don't worry; you'll get to fuck plenty.  Even the
cleaning slaves get to fuck for about a week every month, once they're
washed down of course.  At least you're not me.  I only get to fuck other
girls until I graduate," she said sounding a little petulant.

   Jamie saw the female holding pens, where slaves being reassigned stayed.
She saw the doorway that led to the entrance she'd first come in through.
Jen told her she'd never been in there but she knew it led to outside so
she stayed away from it, obviously having no interest in being anywhere
near the outside.

   Their last stop was the kitchen.  Jamie smelled the food long before
they reached it.

   "I guess you have to sit with me today," Jen said.  "When they tell you
to though, you'll sit there," she said drawing out the word `there' in
reverence.  Jamie didn't understand at first.  In fact she didn't
understand until after they had their food and a large cup of water each
and were sitting cross legged among dozens of other children.

   "Look, there she goes," one of the children whispered, pointing.

   There were lots of ooh's and ahh's as the adult slave slowly got up from
her bench.  She lifted straight up and off a wooden cock-shaped rod about 7
inches long and 3-inches around, that formed part of the seat.  She quickly
knelt next to the seat and licked the rod and seat clean of her juices.  As
Jamie watched, another and another adult stood up, showing Jamie that each
seating position had the same attachment.  Each slave cleaned her own rod
and seat off with her mouth before leaving.  Jamie thought that the women
were doing it especially slowly for the benefit of the children.  The
children were all obviously fascinated by watching it.  There didn't seem
to be one in the group that wasn't looking forward to the time when she
could sit at the adults' tables.

   It was strange to Jamie, asking such a question of a 9 year old, but
Jamie did it anyway.  "What if they're on their period and already have a
tampon in?"

   Jen giggled again.  "That's why we have two holes down there, silly!"

   Jamie went back to eating.  There wasn't much but quality made up for
quantity in a small way.  She'd expected something like slop, but got a
wonderful assortment of carrots, beans and broccoli, a tiny slice of steak
and some mashed potatoes, the quality of which could be compared to an
expensive restaurant.  There were no utensils of course so Jamie, like
everyone else, ate with her fingers.  Following everyone else's example,
she licked her plate clean.  Her food all gone and Jamie still hungry, they
left the kitchen.  Eve joined a line of children outside the kitchen so
Jamie stood behind her.  In the line, the children laughed and talked
quietly and Jamie suddenly realized Jen had her fingers between the legs of
the girl in front of her, fingering her.  Not all the girls were doing
this, but many seemed to be.  Childhood slave pleasures, she said to
herself in wonder.  Jamie never for a moment considered helping Jen out
with her own fingers and Jen must have realized it because soon he started
using her free hand to diddle her own clit.

   Jamie waited and eventually a whistle blew.  The line began to move and
Jen withdrew her fingers from the girl in front and became all business. 
The line made its way back to the children's school.  The handler followed
them into their classroom and lessons began again.

   Jamie had a new reason to try hard.  She wanted to learn as much as she
could as quickly as she could.  There was no crying or whining when she got
an answer wrong.  She just thought of the women in the dungeon and took the
caning hoping the handler would explain to her what she should have said.
When the session was over for the day, she thanked him for being so patient
with her.  After class, it was exercise time.  The children ran around and
laughed together; it was like watching a regular school recess at a girl's
school, only with naked children.  Jamie's handler came up to her and told
her she would have to get exercise as well and they were going to make it
fun for the children.  Jamie let him blindfold her, and then told her to
run around the yard.  She began to stumble around as quickly as she could,
hoping she wouldn't stumble over a child.  She ran for a couple of minutes,
building up a light sheen on her body before she found out how the children
were to be involved in the game.  She felt something hard against her leg
and kept moving.  Then she felt something hard against her other leg but
she didn't stop.  A few more brushes with hard things and then one of the
girls launched herself at Jamie, making Jamie stumble and drop to one knee.
This time it wasn't a brush with a hard thing.  The handler had passed out
clothespins to each child and they began trying to affix them to Jamie's
slick skin.  The ones that found Jamie's nipples hurt the most but the ones
that pinched the skin of her tits were very painful too.  Jamie ended up
rolling around in the dirt, trying blindly to stop more pins being added to
her tits and the skin of her torso and brush off the ones that had taken
hold.  The children thought this was a great game.  Eventually the handler
put a stop to it and removed Jamie's blindfold.  Even though in pain, she
smiled at the children and said she hoped they'd had fun with her.  It
seemed to break the ice with most of the kids.

   As the children lined up to leave school for the day, the handler held
Jamie back, telling her he'd take her back personally to where she'd be
chained for the night.  Despite the fact that Jamie had been tortured by
the children, she was kind of sad to be separated from them and especially
Jen, after having spent the last few hours in their company.  It had been
the first time in what felt like a long time that she'd interacted on that
level with others.  As Jamie returned to where she'd be chained, they
talked quietly about what Jamie had seen so far.  The handler told Jamie
that it was unusual but not unheard of for a slave to sleep in one place
yet not be on the same schedule as those around her.  He figured someone
must like her, since she was to spend time on the Children's schedule yet
sleep with the teens.  Jamie silently thanked Mr.  El Monde for his
consideration.  He may be a slaver, she thought, but for a monster, he sure
was thoughtful towards her.  After the handler had secured her, he
surprised her yet again.

   "I would like a blowjob," he said.

   Jamie wasn't sure what to do.  She knew he was a slave and she felt sure
slaves couldn't just demand sex whenever they wanted it.  She thought of
the birthday room and Jen's words about some males not getting much sex, so
she didn't know if he was just saying he wanted one, or if he was telling
her she was to give him one.  She thought about her day of eye-opening
experiences, seeing women being trained in sex and being impaled by wooden
cocks while they did mundane things like eating a meal.  Sex around here
was the norm, not exceptional.  Still she worried, not wanting to get
either of them in trouble for breaking a rule she didn't know of.  She was
sure a broken rule was a broken rule and just like outside, ignorance would
be no excuse.  The cane that very handler had applied to her ass had proved
that.  Finally, Jamie decided the best answer was a question of her own.

   "Is that an order Master?" She asked innocently.  Truth be told, she
felt she owed the handler something for his efforts today and sex seemed to
be the same as a tip around here.

   "No," he said almost sadly.  "I was instructed to say that.  If you had
agreed, I would have let you and I know I would have enjoyed it," but then
I would have taken you to the nearest supervisor and told him of our
coupling and of my instructions to ask.  You were being tested and you are
learning quickly; much more quickly than I thought possible for an
outsider. Yet you are beautiful and you have full lips that match your
tits. I would have enjoyed it very much," he said wistfully.

   Jamie fought the urge to be angry.  He'd just done what he'd been told
to do and she knew that if she were to be angry at anyone, it would be the
one who told him to test her.  He was just a slave following orders like
her and someone else was pulling his strings.

   "If you hadn't admitted that, what would have been my correct response?"
Jamie wondered aloud.

   "You would have begged the ear of a supervisor at the first opportunity
and told him yourself.  It is just as bad for a male slave to demand sex as
it is for a slut to perform it without permission." He replied.

   "Then maybe we should find a supervisor so I can tell him?  You would
have to release me again first though."

   "If that is your wish, it would be the right thing to do." He said
again.

   The handler released Jamie from her chains and led her to the room she'd
gone to when she'd been gang raped.  Inside were two men, although not the
ones she'd been raped by.  Jamie begged permission to speak, told them the
handler had asked her for a blowjob and said she was sure she wasn't
supposed to even though she wanted to.  They looked at him, becoming very
angry.  The handler in turn begged permission to tell his side and they let
him.  They laughed when they found out Jamie was new, had been tested and
passed.

   "So you'd like to suck his cock then, eh slut?  Well in that case, we'll
let him get in line behind us!" He laughed, fumbling with his pants.

   Jamie was shocked.  She'd said she'd wanted to, figuring that was the
sort of thing one of the lifetime slaves would have said.  She never
expected to be told she could, or to be told to suck two cocks before his.

   "I'm not very good yet," she said trying to deter them.  "Until
yesterday I've only ever sucked a couple of cocks.  I haven't even started
sex school yet so I'm not trained.  Surely a blowjob from me would
disappoint you all," Jamie argued, dropping her gaze to the floor
submissively.

   "So the slut needs practice.  In that case, we won't whip you for not
doing a good job this time.  You can call it additional training," he said,
grabbing her head and pushing her to her knees in front of him.

   His cock was still flaccid as Jamie took it into her mouth.  She worked
on it the best she could, trying to make him hard.

   "She really is green," he commented to his buddy.  Then he began to
instruct her on what he liked.

   "Lick my balls too, you stupid cunt."

   Jamie had to release his belt and slide his pants down to gain better
access to his balls.  He spread his legs into a wider stance and told her
to lick him all the way to his ass and back, before taking him in her mouth
again.  She repeated the process over and over until he was hard, then she
used her mouth and hands to work him to orgasm.  When he came in her mouth,
she dutifully swallowed his load.

   "You need a lot of practice on this simple task slut, but you have the
makings of a good cocksucker.  Alfonzo, she's all yours," he said stepping
back and pulling up his pants.

   Alfonzo was already naked from the waist down when Jamie swiveled to
present her mouth to him.  She tried the same things on him, but without
the same success.  He instructed her on what he liked and Jamie learned
that she had to suck his balls into her mouth while she made him hard with
one hand, the other feeling his hairy ass.  Once he was erect, he took full
control of the blowjob, using Jamie's head to control his thrusts.  She
gagged and choked as he pushed himself all the way into her mouth us to his
thick pubic hair and hammered her head over his cock.  When he came she
practically didn't even need to swallow because his cock was already in her
throat and his cum made its own way to her stomach.  Then it was time to
suck the handler.  This time, Jamie did her best to give a loving blowjob
to the man that had been so patient with her education.  He was already
hard when she got to him and she could tell that all he wanted to do was
watch her lips move over his cock.  He came much more quickly than the
others and Jamie showed him his cum in her mouth before she swallowed it.
It took two gulps to get it all down.

   After he'd returned her to her wall, he was leaning over to secure the
collar and Jamie just felt like kissing him, so she did.  On the cheek;
aware that her breath probably smelled like cum.  That seemed to make him
almost as happy as the blowjob.

   "Good rest, Jamie," he said, using her name for the first time.

   Jamie went to sleep on the dirt floor, among a line of similarly chained
young slaves, feeling dirty in more ways than one.  She didn't however feel
particularly disgusted with herself like she thought she would after
blowing three guys almost at her request.

   The next morning, it was once again Eve that came to get her.  This time
it was before the girls around her had been unchained.  As a result, Eve
was able to take her to breakfast in the kitchen before they went to the
shower room.  After they'd received their meal, Eve led Jamie to one of the
tables, put her plate and cup down, then knelt and lubricated the wooden
dildo before settling herself onto it.  Jamie followed her lead.  It was
the weirdest sensation, sitting on a dildo chatting with Eve while she ate
her fruit and bread.  They slipped off the dildos when they were finished
and Eve noticed Jamie's was only as wet as when she'd embedded it in her
cunt.

   "You're supposed to work your cunt muscles while you eat," she explained
to Jamie.  Its good practice and fun," she said, kneeling to clean up the
mess she'd made.

   Jamie did the same, even though she hadn't made a mess.  She could smell
her own pussy on the dildo and realized she'd never tasted herself before.
The dildo however tasted like nothing.

   It was still busy in the shower room, maybe 60 or 70 older slaves,
Jamie's age or greater, finishing up their morning ablutions.  It was also
horrendously smelly, with at many women doing their business right on the
floor.  Slaves made use of each other, washing each other's backs with the
coarse soap, spraying each other off.  Even washing each other's cunts and
asses, Jamie noticed.  It was all very lesbian, Jamie thought, but realized
the women had never been conditioned to think of it that way.  Eve grabbed
a spare hose and bar of soap, handing the soap to Jamie.  She then sprayed
Jamie down but then held out the hose to Jamie.  Jamie realized that today,
Eve was washing with her.  Each of them squatted and evacuated.  Jamie had
to force herself to rub the soap into Eve's back and ass crack, well aware
that this was the first time she'd touched a naked woman in any way.  She
washed her front, actually enjoying the feeling of her own breasts.  It
must be the water, she realized.  She tried not to squirm too much when Eve
washed her back then and pushed her finger into first Jamie's ass, then
cunt to clean them.  Each of them turned, spread their legs and bent over
so the other could rinse their cunts and asses with the cool water.  After
they were clean, they waited to use one of the toothbrushes.

   Her handler smiled at Jamie when Eve dropped her off at the school.  He
seemed genuinely pleased to see her.  In class, Jamie stood with her back
arched and her ass held out, along with the others and two new students
that hadn't been there the day before.  In their first two-hour session,
Jamie didn't get the cane one time.  She ran the questions through her
mind, wondering if the handler had been asking easy stuff to spare her the
cane and decided that he hadn't been.  Jamie was actually picking up the
way they did things.  They took a much-needed break before they got back to
lessons.  In the second 2-hour session, Jamie got the cane only one twice
related to the same question, and that was mostly because she took too long
to answer the question the handler had posed.

   "You are in charge of four other sluts and have instructions that
everyone is authorized to use every hole to pleasure the men.  You have
thirty men to service in an hour.  How many men do you assign to each
slut?" He'd asked.

   Jamie had taken so long because she had been about to answer `six', when
she began to double-guess herself.  Why would she assign men to the sluts?
She was at the whim of the men and it wasn't up to her to tell the men who
they would have sex with.  She began thinking about having sex with 6 men
in the first place.  In her mind she saw herself holding 2 cocks, having
one in her mouth, one in her cunt and another in her ass.  The sixth man
was jacking off to the scene in front of her.  Her cunt twitched at the
visual and she realized she was horny.  That's when the cane had struck her
ass, jolting her back to reality.

   "Six, Master," she'd blurted.

   He'd struck her again and she corrected herself.

   "None, Master.  Sluts don't choose men, men choose sluts.  One slut
might have ended up with all 30 men."

   "Good," he'd said, moving to the next child.

   At the end of the second session, they went to lunch.  Jamie watched the
women sliding onto their dildos and found herself making the same noises as
the children around her.  As did the children, she hoped it wouldn't be too
long before she could find herself sliding onto a dildo at the grown-up
tables.  When they returned, the handler pulled Jamie aside and told her
that he'd decided to graduate her.  Jamie was to join the teenagers at the
sex school instead of answering questions and waiting to see if she'd be
caned for an incorrect answer.  The handler had one more surprise in store
for her.

   "Do you remember where the school is?" He asked.

   Jamie replied that she did.

   "You will not need a companion to take you there, then.  You are to be
trusted to get where you need to be and seek out a teacher without
assistance.  They are expecting you, so go."

   Jamie was excited.  She felt an irrational joy at being trusted with
anything at all.  She jumped at the handler in joy, hugging him and kissing
his cheek, embarrassing him but enjoying the feeling of his hard chest
against her tits.  She then hurried to her first sex class.

   Jamie knew the teachers, because they wore some sort of clothing, even
though they were slaves.  Jamie imagined that they could have worn a
bracelet or something to denote their status, but in a way, they looked
better, sexier perhaps, in their `uniform', which consisted of two strips
of yellow cotton material about four feet long that were draped over each
shoulder.  The strips were tacked together with a few stitches at the small
of their back and at their navel.  In addition, they had a wide leather
belt around their hips that held everything in place.  Their cunts and
asses were generally covered, but as they walked, pubic hair and ass crack
displayed themselves.  Jamie was thinking about the trainers' clothing and
it made her realize something.  There seemed to be very few short women in
this place.  There were children, sure, but the adults were mostly around
5' 8", give or take an inch.  The shortest women were Asian, but still tall
for Asians.  All the teachers wore shoes.  Well not really shoes, but 6"
stiletto-heeled boots that came up past their knees.  Each of them wore
their long hair in a severe ponytail.  The teachers were, overall, a very
intimidating sight.

   Jamie walked up to the first teacher she saw and waited for the woman to
notice her.  "I was sent here for sex school, Mistress," Jamie said, when
the woman looked at her.

   "A little old to be starting, aren't you slut?"

   "Yes Mistress.  I'm sorry Mistress," she said but wasn't sure exactly
what she was sorry for.  It must have been the tone in the teacher's voice.

   "You're not a virgin are you slave?" The teacher asked.

   "No Mistress.  I've given blowjobs and been fucked in my cunt," she said
using the language she'd quickly become used to.

   "Well at least that's something," the teacher said.  "What do you
prefer?"

   "Whatever I'm told, Mistress," she dutifully replied.

   The teacher nodded, accepting her answer.  "Are you from one of the
other facilities?  I've never heard of a slut who doesn't use all three
holes."

   "I came from the outside, Mistress," Jamie said, hanging her head.  For
some reason she was beginning to feel shame in admitting it.

   "We all came from somewhere slut," the teacher said, sounding a little
surprised that Jamie was here without an escort so soon after arriving at
the complex.  "But right now you have a lot of catching up to do.  If all
three holes haven't been opened, how can you learn new things?"

   "I don't know, Mistress," Jamie replied, really not knowing what the
teacher even meant.  She was not looking forward to learning about anal
sex; that had always seemed so disgusting to her in her old life.  Here,
she was quickly coming to terms with the idea even though she could happily
do without learning more on the subject.  But once you've fucked or sucked
a guy, what more could there be to that sort of sex?

   "Of course you don't know, slut.  That's why you're here.  I suppose
we'd better get you started on opening up your shitter," she said
thoughtfully.

   The teacher led her to the far side of the room and showed her a table.
On it were various implements, each laid out in a certain position.  "This
is the ass-opening table and these are the tools you'll need to get
started. I don't have time to begin from scratch right now and the next
rotation is not scheduled for another two months.  Do you know what these
are?" She asked.

   Jamie looked at each item carefully.  She could tell a dildo when she
saw one and none of these things looked like a dildo.  There were a range
of wooden rods with oblong bases or stands, the rods starting at about an
inch diameter and increasing in size.  The largest looked to be a little
larger than the size of a `D' cell flashlight.  Jamie guessed they were to
stretch her ass.  The slim tube with a funnel connected to one end might
have been for an enema but the other items remained a mystery.  Jamie
realized with a start that at least some of them were for use with the
enema tube.  These were cylindrical, mostly long, pointed at one end,
flared just before the base and had holes drilled through the center to
accept the tube.  Others looked the same but without the hole.  One of
those was little more than a pencil width at its widest.  Some items on the
table though, were spherical; the size of beads, then grapes, then ping
pong balls and finally pool balls, all attached to a differing weight of
string.  There seemed to be 3 to 6 on each string.  Their use totally
escaped Jamie's imagination.  There was also a large tub of lard.  Jamie
was sure she knew what THAT was for.

   "I only know some of them, Mistress," Jamie said truthfully.

   "Fine," the trainer said, making it sound like it wasn't fine at all and
that Jamie was wasting her time.

   Jamie could see already that dealing with the teachers was nothing at
all like dealing with handlers.

   "I'm sorry, Mistress," was all Jamie could think of to say.

   "You're just one big old sorry cunt, aren't you slut?" The teacher
unfairly spat at her.

   "Yes, Mistress," Jamie answered, her head still bowed.

   "Get started with the small one then.  I'll have one of the sluts come
over and take you through the rest."

   "Yes, Mistress," Jamie said.

   The teacher walked away, leaving Jamie to her own devices.  She started
with the lard, taking a generous amount and smearing it all around her
asshole.  Then she reached for the smallest item she'd seen on the table,
the pencil-sized one.  Holding her breath, she pushed it against her
sphincter.  It slipped in fairly easily, although it was now all slippery
from the lard.  Jamie was still trying to get it out when the slut that had
been dispatched to show her, arrived.  Jamie had been getting close to
panic at not being able to get the pencil thing out of her ass so she was
grateful when the slave arrived.  The slave looked at Jamie's predicament
and began to giggle, and then laugh.  Eventually she settled down.

   "You haven't done this before, have you slut?" She asked Jamie.

   "No, Mistress," Jamie said, still almost in tears.

   "Shit I no mistress," the slave said.  "I'm Tina and I guess I'm here to
save your life."

   "Thank you Tina," Jamie replied quietly, getting herself under control.
"I can't get it out.  It went in easily enough," she explained.

   "Well I see two problems," she said, glancing at a bent-over Jamie's
ass. "The first is that you used a whole lot too much lube.  I wouldn't
have used any for that puny thing.  The second problem is that you used the
tube-stopper.  It's not even a butt plug let alone an opener!" Tina began
laughing all over again at the sight.  Eventually she calmed down enough to
grip the end and yank it out of Jamie's ass.

   "You clean this up and I'll get some of that lube off your ass.  There's
just way too much to do anything useful with."

   Jamie just looked at Tina, wondering what she meant when she said Jamie
was to clean the tube-stopper.  There were no rags or anything around. 
Quickly Tina realized Jamie was just looking at the tube-stopper without
doing anything.  Tina didn't have to say anything.  She just made blowjob
motions with her hand and mouth and Jamie got the idea.  Jamie hesitantly
lifted the item to her mouth, closed her eyes and stuck it in.  The lard
was nasty and the idea of having something out of her ass in her mouth was
gross, but carefully Jamie cleaned the tube-stopper off without complaint,
thinking of what the cleaning slaves had to put up with.

   Jamie jumped when Tina began licking at her butt cheeks and asshole,
even trying to squirm her tongue into Jamie's ass in the process.  Jamie
was humiliated, shocked and aroused by the activity all at once. 
Eventually Jamie was cleaned off and ready to begin again.  This time, Tina
showed her to put a little lube on the flanged rod of the smallest size and
walked her through the process of taking it up her ass.  Jamie bent at the
waist and learned to bear down as if she was taking a shit; that allowed
her sphincter muscles to relax enough to allow the invader past.  Jamie's
cheeks, neck and upper chest were scarlet with embarrassment as Tina slowly
pushed the rod into her.  Jamie just hoped she didn't shit on Tina. 
Although a little uncomfortable, it wasn't as bad as she'd thought it would
be.  Tina worked the rod in and out of Jamie's ass for a few minutes before
withdrawing it and handing it to Jamie.  Jamie knew she was expected to
clean it off and reluctantly she got to work, but now she really did want
to shit.  The second was certainly more uncomfortable than the first, even
though not all that much bigger than the first.  After going through the
whole process again, Tina presented her with the third rod.  It was just
about all Jamie could do to stop herself from shitting already, and here
was Tina showing her an even larger rod.

   "I don't know if I can hold it in much longer," Jamie confessed.  "I
really need to go."

   "If you shit now, you have to clean it up and then confess that you did
it.  You'll get the correction paddle," Tina cautioned.

   "Well then maybe you could just hurry this size along and leave it in
there for a little bit?" Jamie asked, hoping that by blocking her exit the
urge would pass.

   "We'll move straight onto the next size then," Tina agreed.  "It's gonna
hurt a lot more though, so be prepared.  "Try rubbing your clit while I get
it started.  Then I'll just ram it in, okay?"

   Jamie did as she was told, even though she'd never masturbated in public
before.  In a way, the situation helped her along.  She really had no
choice anyway, she reasoned.  Her fingers and the thought of masturbating
where anyone could see was just what her body needed as a runway.  She got
instantly soaked and she was already half out of it by the time Tina had
lubed the rod.  The felt it against her ass and she rubbed herself faster
to counter the expected pain.  After Tina got the tip past Jamie's
sphincter she pushed really hard to jam it in.  There was nothing more to
say.  Jamie climaxed like she'd never cum before.  With the rod all the way
in her ass, and an orgasm washing over her, Jamie's legs couldn't hold her.
She dropped to her knees.  Tina quickly used her toe to stop the rod
slipping out again and had to tell Jamie twice to sit back so the rod would
stay in her.  When Jamie recovered, she began to feel the invader deep
within her bowels.  It made her want to start masturbating again and when
Tina asked her how she felt, Jamie was honest with her.

   "I know how you feel.  I'm the same way.  But you're not supposed to cum
without permission so now we're both going to get in trouble," Tina said.

   Jamie desperately wanted to suggest that they say nothing just this
once, but knew it would be worse if they didn't and then got caught, so she
stayed silent.

   She was glad she had said nothing because the next thing she knew, she
was looking at the boots of one of the teachers.

   "You just came, didn't you slut?" The Asian mistress accused.

   "Yes, Mistress," Jamie confessed.

   "And you know what the punishment for cumming without permission is, of
course?" The teacher said in an angry voice.

   "No, Mistress.  I've only been here a few minutes," Jamie tried to
explain.

   "No excuses, slut!" The teacher barked.  For a first offense, you will
receive the paddle.  "And as for you, slut," the teacher asked, looking now
at Tina,"Why did you let her cum?" She asked.

   "I didn't know she would so quickly, Mistress." Tina replied.

   "You shall administer the paddling then, slut.  And make it a good one
or I'll paddle you as well." The teacher seemed to put her nose in the air
regally, and then she turned and walked away.

   "I'm going to have to give you 10 good whacks now.  If you want I can
leave the rod in there and use the smacks with the paddle to keep it in. 
It'll hurt more though, getting both ass cheeks at the same time, and it'll
be fast, which also hurts more."

   Jamie's heart sank.  She'd only been in school half an hour and already
she was receiving the paddle.  At least she'd been spared too many cane
stripes earlier, she reasoned.

   "Please leave it in.  My ass is finally getting used to it and if I can
take the cane, I'll just have to learn to take the paddle too."

   "Okay then.  Come with me," Tina said and led the way to the punishment
station.  Jamie quickly got to her feet and waddled along behind Tina, one
hand holding the rod in her ass.

   Jamie was allowed to stand against the wall while Tina meted out her
punishment.  Jamie was surprised to find that while it hurt to be smacked
as hard as Tina could, she was easily able to take the pain.  Maybe the
caning had toughened her ass up, she thought on the sixth strike.  The
paddle was also doing something unexpected to her.  By the ninth strike,
Jamie was fully aroused again and she hadn't even touched her clit.  At the
tenth, Jamie was tempted to ask for another.  She was too shy and confused
about the signals her body was giving her, to ask.  At least she'd gotten
somewhat used to the invader in her ass.  She was surprised to find that
she kind of liked waddling back to the table with it inside.

   "Ready for the next one," Tina asked.

   When Jamie answered, Tina's eyebrow raised at the tone of Jamie's voice.
Then she giggled.

   "Like it, don't you, slut?" She said with a grin.

   "It's certainly not what I'd expected," Jamie replied honestly.

   "If you liked that one, you'll love this one then," Tina said, bypassing
the range and going straight to the largest one.

   There was a definite tingling in Jamie's cunt as she looked at the rod.
It was about 9 inches long and a full 3 inches across.  She was scared of
it, but at the same time excited to get it in.  Hopefully it'd help her in
her mission to catch up with the rest of the class.

   "God, put it in me," she heard herself say to Tina.

   "I know what you mean," Tina said pulling out the meager two inch rod
and passing it to Jamie for cleaning.

   Jamie set to cleaning the two inch rod with gusto, wanting to have it
done before the monster was pushed into her ass.  It smelled of her shit
and she tasted a definite flavor to it but she didn't care.  She never even
realized she was so horny for it until Tina pressed the monster rod to her
asshole.

   "Want to try masturbating again?" Tina asked.  "Just don't go too far
this time," She added as a warning.

   "I think if I touched my clit right now I'd cum," she confessed,
realizing she spoke the truth.

   Jamie squealed as Tina worked the pointed end past her sphincter and
groaned as she was stretched to her limit.  She felt like it was the
biggest shit she'd ever taken as Tina continued pushing the monster inside,
Jamie bearing down with all her strength.  Eventually it was in and Jamie
felt a certain satisfaction at having taken it all, a pride that she'd made
it this far so quickly and a surprise that it didn't even hurt.  Just
stretched, she decided.  That was until she tried to stand up.  Pain shot
through her like a locomotive and she quickly bent at the waist again,
panting, and eventually, at Tina's suggestion, trying to take deep breaths
until the pain subsided.

   "It's not like the baby ones, slut," she laughed.  You can't stand up
with that thing inside you."

   Even though it had hurt so much on her first attempt, Jamie wasn't so
sure.  She slowly straightened up, pausing when the pain began, and not
continuing till it subsided.  Eventually she was upright, using two fingers
to hold it inside.

   "I wouldn't want to try running with this thing in me," she said with a
smile," but God it doesn't feel too damn bad."

   "You know that the next size up is a woman's wrist, don't you?" Tina
said.

   "You're joking!" Jamie whispered in amazement.  "So what does it take to
get permission to cum?"

   "Sorry, that's a separate lesson," Tina smiled.  "Would you cum if I was
to start wriggling it around and pushing it in and out?" She asked.

   "I don't know.  I hope not.  I quite liked the paddle," she confessed,"
but I don't want to get in trouble in order to feel it again."

   "Ahhh, she likes it rough.  You're a natural.  I can see why they got
you," Tina said.

   "What do you mean?" Jamie asked.

   "The teachers may not know you, but the word around here is that the
owner himself purchased you.  Is that right?" Tina asked, starting to move
the rod inside Jamie.

   Oh that feels so good," Jamie purred.  "How did you know?" She asked.  I
never told anyone how I got here."

   "The walls have cocks my dear," Tina said, thrusting and twisting the
rod faster.  "And the sluts that were at the bar told everyone how badly
Abby beat you."

   "They're...  they're here?" Jamie asked, trying to focus on the
conversation and control the feelings in her cunt and ass at the same time.

   "Yeah, they're here.  They're pleasure sluts like me," she said.

   "You're a...  a...  a pleas...  pleasure sl..slut?" Jamie asked, "Then
had to add, "I think I'm going to cum again and I won't be able to stop it,
unless you do," she said, referring to Tina's ministrations with the rod.

   "This ought to work for now," she said, reaching around Jamie, grasping
a nipple and twisting it.  Pain shot through Jamie's tit and straight into
her brain.  Her orgasm receded.

   "Shit!  Shit that hurt.  But thanks, I needed it." Jamie said.

   "It'll work the first few times," Tina told her, "But then you'll start
to associate pain with pleasure and you'll cum when it's done to you if you
can't learn how to control yourself before that." It's something that you
missed out on in cunt training.  When I need to cum and I'm not allowed, I
think of the poor training slaves with missing eyes, noses, nipples or
whole tits, who've had their cunts sewn shut or legs cut off with a
chainsaw.  That works for me."

   It worked for Jamie too.  Her climax receded to nothing almost
instantly.

   "Yes, I'm a pleasure slut," Tina said proudly."I'm almost the top of my
class, so when the next round of promotions comes, I'll be in that group.
I'll be able to see places I've never seen before, like the United States.
Are the men really all eight feet tall with 15 inch cocks?"

   Jamie didn't want to ruin her fantasy, so she said nothing.  Tina kept
manipulating the rod and whenever Jamie thought she was getting close
again, she simply thought of women with no arms or legs and a chainsaw
nearby.  Instead of cumming, she began to want to cry at their fate.

   After 15 minutes or so, Tina slipped the rod all the way out of Jamie's
ass.  "Pretend like you need to shit but can't, which is true anyway.  Hold
it and eventually the need will subside.  Well done for not cumming again,
by the way.  I wasn't so successful my first time."

   Without even seeming to think about it, Tina began to lick the monster
like a lollipop.  When Jamie felt confident enough to look up at Tina, she
saw what Tina had been doing.  Her cunt tingled at the dirtiness of it. 
She wondered what it'd be like to lick a rod that had been in Tina's ass.
Not if she could bring herself to do it, she realized, but what it'd be
like.

   "How are you feeling now?" Tina asked.  "Still need to shit?"

   "I think I'm almost past it," Jamie replied.

   "That means your ass is closing up again.  You must have very good
muscles in there."

   "What's next?" Jamie asked.

   "We'll do the beads, then the butt plugs.  I think you can probably
bypass all the beads except the number fives to sevens," Tina replied,
pointing at the golf ball sized to pool ball sized beads.  With these, it's
sometimes hard to get them all in your ass.  I nearly died when my partner
tried to put the last of the biggest ones in the first time, but I got them
in.  It's getting them out again that causes the biggest surprise.

   "Okay," Jamie said.  "Let's do this."

   Jamie had no trouble at all with the number fives, both in girth and
volume.  The number sixes were a little more filling but Jamie loved the
sensation when Tina pulled them out.  The number seven balls were much
harder for Jamie to take but she didn't feel like dying as Tina forced the
last one in.  She felt like cumming.  She had to keep thinking, `chainsaw',
`chainsaw', chainsaw'.  She nearly hit the roof when Tina pulled them out
though.  Tina surprised her by not pulling them out gently.  She yanked as
hard as she could.  Jamie was amazed.

   "Does anyone ever use those at the same time as a cock to the cunt?"
Jamie asked shyly.

   "Sure, Tina replied.  "But you should feel a cock in both holes at the
same time.  Hmmmmmmm," She sighed.

   "How long till I get to do that," Jamie asked, blushing.

   "What a slut!" Tina giggled.  They both laughed, but Jamie had really
wanted to know.

   The butt-plugs were a bit of a disappointment to Jamie.  She loved the
largest one, but it didn't stay in long enough for her.

   "You've turned into a bit of a butt-slut, haven't you?" Tina stated.

   "And just to think this time yesterday, I was terrified of anal sex."

   "I've heard that no slut on the outside does anal," Tina said.  "It
makes sense that we're so popular.  Just to know that those cunts out there
don't even know what they're missing makes me feel special." After a few
moments of quiet reflection, Tina said, "I guess we're done here.  Just
tell the first trainer you see that you've finished the table.  She'll tell
you where she wants you next."

   "Thank you for all your help Tina.  You have been so wonderful," Jamie
said, hugging Tina despite her nakedness and intending to plant a kiss on
her cheek.  Tina turned her head at the last moment and they briefly kissed
on the lips before Jamie pulled back.

   "You'd better get used to kissing women on both sets of lips," Tina
cautioned quietly.  A woman that is only comfortable with men never gets to
be a pleasure slave and you have the makings of a star," She said, leaning
back into Jamie.  This time Jamie let herself be kissed and she even
summoned up the courage to part her lips a little.

   When she finally broke away to take a breath, she said, "Wow.

   "Yeah, my cunt's dripping too.  If you need a partner for slut on slut,
I'd love to finish what we started."

   Jamie wasn't sure she was ready to go all the way with another female,
but when she was, she hoped it would be either with Tina or someone nearly
as much fun.  Just not the trainers she decided, thinking of the two she'd
already talked with.

   Checking the table to ensure that everything was clean and back in its
proper place, Jamie went in search of a trainer.  The first trainer she
found was a tall blonde, watching a pair of teens eat each other's cunts.

   "Push it deeper," she said to one, and then to the other she said,
"Clockwise ten times then reverse.  Not twice you stupid whore.  Remind me
to give you both a paddling when we're done, you worthless pieces of
cunt-meat."

   Eventually she noticed Jamie standing there.  "What is it cunt?  Can't
you see I'm busy?"

   "I was told to talk to the first trainer I saw Mistress and tell her I'd
finished with the ass-opening table.  I was told you'd know where to send
me next."

   "I could just tell you to go fuck yourself for interrupting me, but Just
go ahead to the end of that line and relieve the slut who's cleaning
cocks."

   The trainer turned back to what she was doing, dismissing Jamie.  Here
it goes, Jamie thought to herself.  I get to suck shitty cocks.

   For the next solid hour Jamie cleaned cum, shit and spit off cocks.  She
concentrated on what she was doing, to get the job done quickly and
efficiently.  After the first one, she never even thought about what she
was licking up.  She did find though, that long before the end of her first
hour, her jaw ached terribly and she began spending more time licking than
sucking.  At an hour, she lost count.  She was at something like 70 when
the line stopped for a few minutes to give the sluts who were taking an ass
fucking a break.  When it started again, Jamie reset her internal counter
at 1.  The women on the rail got fucked continuously in their asses for two
hours before they moved to the next station.  Jamie was relieved of her
cleaning duties and was put over the rail.  It was her turn for a two-hour
ass fuck.

   She joined the kitchen line afterwards and walked bowlegged all the way.
When she seated herself, she considered sitting her ass onto the dildo
instead of her cunt, but her ass was getting a little sore and she'd
promised herself she was going to try to work her cunt muscles this time.
It was a pleasant sensation sinking down onto the rod but Jamie found she
had no idea how to make anything happen.  She tried to clench her cunt and
that felt nice, but it didn't make her juice up like it did the other
women. Jamie looked over to where the children sat, but didn't see Jen. 
She was on a slightly different rotation, Jamie guessed.  After she'd
eaten, she found the rod was as dry as it'd been the first time.

   When she left the kitchen and got back in line, she was surprised when
the column made its way outside.  Jen had not mentioned anything about an
area where the sluts went outside.  She found out soon enough.  As she
walked past a trainer, she was given two large pebbles, each about the size
of tater-tots.  She watched the slut in front of her slip them into her
cunt and immediately began jogging.  She hurriedly pushed hers into her
cunt and took a couple of quick steps.  The pebbles nearly fell out and
Jamie had to push them further in.  The slut behind her quickly stepped
around the struggling Jamie and continued on.  Jamie took another four or
five steps and felt the pebbles move inside her.  She clenched her cunt
muscles as best she could and kept going.  By concentrating more on her
cunt than on her pace, she was able to keep moving, but every few seconds a
slut behind her would get tired of waiting and slip by her.  Eventually she
was at the back of the column and as she looked around for any trainer that
might have seen her struggling to run, she saw the head of the column
coming up to meet her.  She was about to be lapped on whatever circuit she
was running.  Jamie increased her pace a little.  Her large tits were
flopping all over the place and beginning to ache, but Jamie ignored them.
Other than that, she wasn't tired, just finding it hard to run and keep the
pebbles inside her.

   The first half-dozen sluts had passed her when she was discovered by a
trainer.  Seeming to be having no difficulty matching Jamie's pace even
with her boots on, the trainer ran up beside her.

   "Move your ass, cunt.  It's not a fucking race, but that doesn't mean
you can walk either!" Jamie felt the sting of the lash on her back.  She
picked up her pace but then felt the pebbles dropping.  She had no choice
but to attempt to push her fingers into her cunt while still moving.

   "Fall out!" The trainer yelled in her ear.  Jamie moved off to the side
and the other runners quickly filled in the gap she'd left.

   "What is your fucking problem, slut?  Are you getting your period?"

   "No Mistress.  I just don't know how to run and keep these pebbles
inside my cunt," Jamie explained.

   "Have you been doing your exercises?" the trainer asked, looking at
Jamie a little differently now.

   "This is my first day, Mistress.  I've only been in sex school about
three hours."

   "What the fuck are you doing here then?  You're supposed to be way over
there," she said pointing to a bunch of teens playing a game something like
volleyball in the distance.

   "I'm sorry Mistress.  I just followed the line from the kitchen and
began running when they did."

   "Well don't let it happen again.  This exercise is for the advanced
grades, not the beginners.  Give me your rocks," the trainer said, holding
out her hand.

   Jamie quickly fished the pebbles out of her moist cunt and made to give
them to the trainer.  "Clean them first you disgusting maggot.  Haven't you
learned anything yet?" she said in disbelief.

   Jamie quickly slipped them into her mouth and washed them off with her
tongue then handed them to the trainer.  She thanked the trainer for her
kindness and understanding and as soon as she was dismissed, Jamie sprinted
over to join the teens in their game of volleyball, ignoring her bouncing
tits as she ran.  Jamie enjoyed running.  She did it all the time at home,
but had traditionally had a good sports bra under her t-shirt.  Now as she
ran she found out what it was like to run naked.  She quite enjoyed it,
including the weight and bounce of her tits.

   The volleyball game was played with a tennis ball instead of a volley
ball.  The girls used their open palm to whack the ball over a rope
stretched between two poles.  The game involved a lot of coordination and
major movement.  Jamie's legs and tits were quickly feeling the strain of
all the jerky movements.  Each `team' consisted of 20 sluts; all crowded
onto a court the same size as a regular volleyball court.  As a result,
elbows and knees were constantly in contact with some part of the nearest
slut.  Jamie's tits, ass and torso took a lot of blows.  The game ended
with the team Jamie was on losing by 1 point.  Her team filed off the court
and the next team played the winners.  Jamie found out that a 1 point loss
meant two whacks with the paddle for each team member.  She took hers in
silence then stood watching the new game.  The team that had replaced
Jamie's lost by 11 points, which made Jamie feel better about her team's
loss.

   When the game was over, she joined this line as it made its way back
inside.  The winning team, it seemed, had earned an extra shower.  Jamie
felt a little envious.  From what she'd seen, her team came in second, with
the smallest margin of defeat, and she got no shower.  She felt grimier
than ever as she marched to her way to the next stop of the day; she hoped
it'd be the wall where she could be chained and allowed to sleep.  The day
of a teenager however, is longer than the day of a child.  Jamie found that
out when they headed instead of to the wall, but to their next class.  This
one was all about oral sex.  Jamie figured she knew enough about that but
quickly learned that she actually knew practically nothing.

   Males were waiting for them when they returned, lined up in four
columns, all naked from the waist down with flaccid cocks.  The sluts
marched down the column and stopped in front of the next available male. 
As each column filled up with matching pairs, the sluts started populating
the next column.  There were only 3 spaces left after all the sluts had
found a partner.  The remaining males were dismissed.

   A whistle blew and every female sank to her knees in front of their
cock. Jamie copied those around her.

   At a second whistle, each slut took their man's cock fully into their
mouth up to the man's pubic hair.  Then they began hum.  Jamie was
surprised, but began humming too.  She quickly found that it was harder to
continuously hum than she'd imagined.  Eventually she figured it out that a
tiny breath in through her nose gave her plenty of oxygen to hum as long as
she hummed softly.  The higher pitch had a better effect on the cock in her
mouth than the lower one.  She didn't know if that counted for all cocks or
just the one she had in her mouth but she began to enjoy herself with the
exercise anyway, increasing and decreasing the pitch of her humming, just
like the sluts around her were doing.  Her man's cock slowly began to fill
her mouth as it got harder.  It was quite a nice sensation and very
empowering Jamie decided, to actually feel the cock growing because of her
simple tune.  She also found it became harder and harder to keep humming as
the cock grew.

   Within 5 minutes, her cock was totally erect.  Jamie had about 6 inches
of it in her mouth so she could hum.  When she tried to slide any more in,
gag reflex or not, she couldn't hum.  Jamie heard a short peep from the
whistle and didn't know what that meant, but the sluts on either side of
her increased the intensity of their humming, so Jamie did too.  A couple
minutes later, there were two peeps from the whistle.  The slut next to her
swallowed and released her cock.  Her man had cum.  Jamie intensified her
humming.  She didn't know if this was a timed exercise, but she began to
worry that she might fail if her man's cock didn't reach a climax soon. 
The slut on Jamie's other side swallowed and she too released the cock from
her mouth.  One again Jamie redoubled her efforts and was rewarded by a
grunt and the feel of cum slipping into her throat.  She swallowed and let
the cock drop out of her mouth just before a long whistle sounded.  Jamie
looked down her line.

   There were three sluts that still held a cock in their mouth.  As a
trainer walked the length of each column, she would tap the slut who'd not
made her man cum and the slut would withdraw from his cock, stand up and
bend at the waist, the way Jamie had in her remedial math class, putting
her head under his cock as if to hold it up for him.  Once the trainers had
completed their journey down the line, they did an about face and walked
leisurely back.  The standing sluts stood still and took 5 quick stripes of
the cane to their ass, then quickly swiveled and presented themselves to
their man.  The man would slip into whichever of their lower holes was
easiest and fuck her until he came.  The slut backed off him, dropped to
her knees and cleaned him off.  Jamie could see that just as important as
learning the technique was making the man cum.

   Jamie was surprised when, a couple of minutes later, the whistle blew
and the sluts took their man's cock into their mouths' again.  Jamie
quickly followed suit.  The humming began once more.  Jamie began humming
tunes she knew, trying to find one that worked better than others on her
man's cock.  She found the greatest success with a Beach Boys song about
there being two girls for every boy.  She made her man cum again before the
sluts on either side of her.  She was particularly proud when she noticed
that she'd been the first slut in either side of her whole column to have
made her man cum again.

   This time, twelve sluts in her column did not get their man off and
Jamie could hear a lot of caning in the adjacent column to indicate that
there were many more girls that had not been able to make their men cum
either.

   For a third time the whistle blew.  Jamie was astounded that anyone
could expect a man to cum three times within the hour, but dutifully
started humming her tune.  Once again, this time before she'd even heard
the first peep from the whistle her man deposited a small load in her
mouth. She swallowed and released him, very proud of her achievement. 
She'd found her song.  A trainer saw her sit back and came to investigate.

   "What are you doing, slut?" she asked Jamie.

   "He's cum, Mistress.  I thought I should sit back and wait for the
others.

   The astounded trainer looked up at the man and he just nodded with a
smile on his face.  "She's good," was all he said.

   "Name," demanded the trainer.

   "Jamie, Mistress," she replied hoping she wouldn't get in trouble now.

   "Well done, slut," was all she said as she swiveled and walked away.

   Praise from a trainer, thought Jamie.  I bet we don't hear that every
day.

   At the end of the third session, fully half the column had not been able
to get their men off, including the sluts on either side of Jamie.  Jamie
hoped her conversation with the trainer had not been off-putting and
therefore partially responsible.

   When all the sluts had fucked the men with one or the other of their
lower holes, cleaned them and sat back, they were finally finished.  This
took ages though.  Jamie had a long wait.  Eventually the men were
dismissed and the young women formed a line.  They marched back to the wall
and were chained in the first available space.  Jamie slightly missed what
she considered to be `her' spot.  This one was still damp from the last
occupant's bladder movement.  Jamie didn't care too much though.  She
released her own stream a few minutes after laying back.  Then she fell
into a deep sleep, proud of her day's achievements.

   The next morning she was unlocked with all the other girls.  She was
finally to be settled into a schedule, she thought to herself.  When she
greeted the girl next to her with a cherry `hello', she got one back.  They
started talking as they got into the line and she found out the teen's name
was Jenny.  Jen and Jenny, two likeable girls, she decided.  Jenny washed
her and when it came time to reciprocate, Jamie allowed her fingers to slip
into the girl's ass and cunt.  The girl didn't protest in the slightest,
but instead began to hump her fingers a little.  Making the most of it,
Jamie thought.  I wish I had.

   At breakfast, she sat next to Jenny and they had a conversation about
how to get the muscles of the cunt to create stimulation.  Jenny suggested
Jamie try flexing her ass muscles instead and Jamie was surprised to find
that she felt something when she did.  All thorough breakfast, Jamie flexed
her ass muscles.  When she withdrew from the rod after she'd eaten, there
was quite a mess to clean up.  She actually almost brought herself off on
the wooden dildo without a single pump or touch of the clit.  Cunt cream,
she found, was worth raving about.  She understood why all her boyfriends
on the outside had enjoyed it so much.  Another secret out of the bag, she
laughed, making Jenny look at her with a questioning stare.

   "Just thought of something funny," she laughed.

   Back at class, they began their day with cunt exercises.  Each girl had
a heavy, dense wooden dildo pushed into them and they had to stop it
falling out just using their muscles.  Jamie took quite a few canings
before she figured out how to concentrate in the right way.  It was
exhausting though and eventually she began to get cramps from doing it. 
Thankfully, the class soon moved on to the next exercise.  This time they
had to learn how to take cock while being spanked.  It was explained to
Jamie after she left tooth marks on her wooden dildo and had taken the cane
for it, that some men liked to `warm up' their sluts while they were
fucking them.  Jamie needed to practice jaw control before someone knocked
her teeth out for her.  By the time that lesson finished, Jamie had it
mastered.  Her ass was a glowing red beacon for all to see and felt like a
washing board to the touch after all the canings she'd taken, but she'd
mastered the exercise.

   Lunch was next and Jamie spied Jen with the kids.  To Jen's delight,
Jamie slowly eased the rod into her cunt and wiggled a little to find just
the right spot.  She then began flexing her ass muscles like she'd learned
and very nearly had an orgasm a long time before she'd forced the last bite
of food into her mouth with trembling fingers.  When she eased slowly off
the dildo, Jen paused to see Jamie drop to her knees and begin licking
before Jen hurried out the door to join her classmates.

   After lunch, the sluts were once more paired up, this time for digital
manipulation exercises.  The aim, the trainer said, was for each slut to
get her partner off as many times as possible within a certain time frame.
Jamie was excited by the news despite the means she was to achieve orgasm.
It's better for a slut to get her to cum than to not be allowed to cum at
all, she decided.  The whistle sounded and the sluts sat opposite their
partner, their legs intertwined.  Each slut leaned forward and poised her
fingers over the slit of her partner.  At the second whistle, they were to
begin.  Jamie knew what she liked when she did it herself and her partner
Jenny had different ideas of what was best.

   Each of them spent the first couple of minutes attempting to pleasure
the other in the way that suited them until Jamie whispered to Jenny, "Tell
me what you want, slut.  Then you do me how I like it.  They worked out a
code with their eyes.  To anyone looking on, it seemed that they were
staring deeply into the other's eyes.  But when Jenny looked up, Jamie's
fingers went up.  When Jenny looked left, Jamie's fingers went left and so
on.  The more Jenny squinted, the harder and faster Jamie rubbed that spot.
When Jenny's mouth opened, Jamie pushed fingers as deeply as she could into
Jenny's dripping hole.  After that, Jamie got Jenny off with ease and in
just minutes, Jenny got Jamie off in response.  Before the whistle blew
again, each girl had reached 3 orgasms and Jamie was close to giving Jenny
her fourth.  Jenny moaned in despair when she was cut short, but the
exercise was repeated; twice.  Jamie lost count of her orgasms and so did
Jenny.

   The next thing on the slut's agenda was exercise.  But they didn't just
run or play a game; they did sit-ups, curl-ups, push-ups and a few other
things that Jamie had never seen before.  These were different though.  The
trainers passed out one butt-plug for every two girls and the spotter would
count for the other while the other did the exercise; with a butt-plug
firmly imbedded in her ass.  When they were told to switch, the spotter had
to get the butt-plug out of the other's ass, clean it and install it her
own.  As the exercises progressed, swapping out the butt-pugs became more
difficult due to sweat making things harder to grasp.  At the end of the
period, Jamie was exhausted and everything hurt, but she enjoyed the
lingering sensation in her ass.

   Their next lesson was in ass-licking, which surprised Jamie.  She'd
thought it nothing more than an action, not a technique.  All but one of
the trainers lined up at the front, facing away from their charges.  A
whistle blew and a slut clambered into position behind them so that they
could easily access the trainer's ass.  Another whistle and a second row
formed, behind those sluts.  Jamie saw immediately that the trainers had
all wanted in on this particular exercise.  Jamie was in the fourth row and
she had to crouch a lot to get at her slut's ass.  The last row of sluts
lay on their backs looking up at the asses of the sluts in front of them.
The remaining trainer blew her whistle then told everyone exactly what to
do with her tongue.

   "Up, down, up, down.  Circles from the outside of the cheek to the crack
then kiss the crack.  Spread her cheeks then kiss each opened crack.  Get
your tongue into that ass.  Deeper, deeper!  Lick up, lick down." The
exercise went on for a full hour.  Jamie enjoyed it being done to her but
her tongue was worn out by the time they called a halt.  She guessed that
her tongue, like any muscle, would get used to the exercise and eventually
adapt.  After a five minute break, in which the trainers had gone off to
the side to confer and the sluts were told to hold position, the exercise
began again.  This time they added digital manipulation as well.  The
trainers wanted to get off, but they had to let everyone else get off too,
Jamie realized.  Without the eye signals to get the slut in front of her
off, the task was many times more difficult.  Jamie felt the slut in front
of her wiggling her ass to get Jamie's fingers where she wanted them and
Jamie found herself doing the same.  She only came once in the next hour
though.

   Jamie was immeasurably relieved to be able to stand upright afterwards.
It reminded her of how she'd felt when she'd finally been released from the
cage.  Not as bad as the cage, but bad enough.  She could only imagine how
the sluts in the back row had felt.  Their necks had received a two-hour
workout.

   Again Jamie was surprised when the nest lesson turned out to be the
basic hand job.  The trainers told them that sluts fuck up a decent hand
job all the time so they would continue practicing it until it was second
nature, just like everything else.  They each went over the positioning of
their hands on a wooden dildo, how to use them on the wooden balls and how
to make a cock feel like it was inside a cunt, ass or mouth.  They went
over pressure and positioning of the thumbs under the head and the
different techniques using one hand and two, left and right.  Then males
were brought in, they were given a generous amount of lard for lube, and
the women had to make the men cum on their chests using only her hands. 
This was another exercise that Jamie excelled in, but the visual
stimulation caused by the sight of her huge tits bouncing in front of the
eyes of her man helped too.

   On her way to the kitchen for dinner, Jamie caught sight of Mr.  El
Monde.  She wasn't sure if she should wave or say hello or even if she
wanted to.  He was, after all, a slaver and was ultimately responsible for
her being whipped, paddled, caned and chained up at night with no freedom
to do what she wanted, when she wanted.  Although in truth, she realized,
these things didn't seem to matter to her as much anymore.  The punishments
had sped along learning to the nth degree and she'd met some wonderful
sluts.  And of course she'd never had as many orgasms in her entire life as
she'd had in the few days she'd been in this place.  Her dilemma was solved
for her.  Mr.  El Monde saw her in line and called her to him.

   "Hello, Jamie," He said.

   "Hello sir," she responded politely, almost surprised that he remembered
her name.

   "Are you fitting in here?"

   "I hope so, sir.  I have progressed to the sex school and I am learning
a lot every day."

   "Turn around, slut.  Let me take a look at you." He instructed.

   Jamie didn't even have to think about the order, she just did it.  She
turned slowly so he could see her from all angles.  When she was facing him
again, he was smiling.

   "You seem to have a glow about you that wasn't there before," he said.
"Those tits and that ass are still as wonderful as I remember them too.  I
see that you have been getting a lot of correction on your ass today as
well."

   "Yes sir." Jamie said, blushing at the appraisal and compliment.  "I had
a lot of learning to do today.  But more important than taking the cane on
my ass, I have learned to take things in my ass," she said.  It was her
biggest accomplishment and she was proud of it.  It no longer seemed wrong
to take pride in anal sex, especially here.

   "I also heard you excelled in your oral class too.  You broke a record
here.  Did you know that?"

   "No sir!" Jamie beamed.  She was very proud of herself.  She was also
amazed that he'd been following her progress at all.  She figured he'd just
pretty much abandoned her here, another of his sluts.

   "When you have completed each lesson once, you are to tell the trainer
that I have ordered you to service me.  I want to experience how you're
doing now so I can compare it to when you graduate.  Is that understood?"

   "Yes sir," Jamie replied happily.  She found herself excited to show off
her new skills to this man.

   On t the wooden dildo at dinner, Jamie inadvertently climaxed.  She
wasn't sure if anyone had noticed, because she'd managed to keep herself
quiet, but she knew it was against the rules for her to cum without
permission, so she had a dilemma.  She could say nothing and hope she
hadn't been seen, or she could turn herself in and accept punishment for
the offense.  Jamie decided to do the right thing, if admitting to cumming
on a wooden dildo while eating really could be considered the `right'
thing.
   -- Continued -