48 Hours on Blue Bayou Pt. 23: Julie

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Part 23 of the 51 part series

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Carole99
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Julie Scene 16

Author's Note: Our Heroine's assignment to apply her Oral Sexual Skills to a male prisoner has been suspended. The newbie slaves have discussed this assignment and been surprised by what could happen if the male had come to an orgasm. This Scene takes up further developments, for the newbies and for Julie.

—J Spe

Chapter Forty-Six: Discoveries, Mine and My Newbies

The female Guard comes into my cell to place my butt plug and for my "Report" about my newbies' reactions and understanding of the "Oral Sex Correction Assignment" and its lessons. She has a good word for me about the suspension part of the lesson. As she rises to leave, she gives me a stroke on my head and back, just like my Master and trainers had taught me to desire! I go to the Obeisance Pose before her, murmuring my thanks for her touch.

After Lights Out, I lie on my pallet thinking about that touch. The warm feeling that accompanies that touch is precious to me. I realize that I am accepting a lot more than just a nice touch. I am accepting that I have done a good job for the one who has stroked me. I had accepted an assignment and carried it out successfully. I had provided what my Master or trainer wanted or needed. I recognize that this is what achievement, what pride, feels like for a slave. It seems that the "acceptance" I have done here in the slave corridor has been much deeper than the simple vocal acceptance I had given those months ago. I am thankful my Master saw whatever it was on Blue Bayou that made him purchase me. I have no idea what any of the other women have become in their slavery, but I'm finding a peace and satisfaction in my own slavery. Crazy, right?

Instinctively, I know this is an important step for me, that this is a milestone. My trainers have taught me that such information is important to them, and that I owe the obligation to report it. But, it is the middle of the night? And, who do I report to? My Master and my trainers are not likely to "visit" this slave corridor.

Looking around at the sleeping slaves and the lone Guard at the Security Station, I remember the little red lights on the cameras and microphones in my cell. I remember how Igor picked up my "announcement" on my first night. I go to the lightest part of my cell, face the nearest camera, and tell it what I'm feeling, what I'm understanding, what I'm knowing about my slavery.

In all, it must take only about five minutes, given a few mis-speaks and stumbles as the words tumble out. I return to my pallet more calm and relaxed than I have been since coming to this Intake Unit slave corridor. I get a good night's sleep.

The usual clanging gets us all going in the morning. The male slave gets a visit from the Guard, who applies more lotion but does not free his restraints. I can see him move about on the cot, but the cuffs give him little movement. Anyway, he doesn't want to disturb his package from its perch on the tape "bridge.*"

* This tape platform is known as a Bellevue Bridge, giving credit to the place where this was first used, the famous Bellevue Hospital in New York City.

We female slaves run through our cell clean-ups and Morning Rituals fairly easily. Five has just a bit of trouble with her internal cleansing, but a suggestion from her neighbor helps get the nozzle seated comfortably. The Guard comes into my cell to remove my butt plug and I have no trouble with the internal cleansing. I notice that the plug is a bit larger than yesterday, so I marvel that the training is progressing without a problem. Of course, I'm still not getting any arousal out of it, but, then, would my Master be concerned about my arousal?

Various Guards come for the newbies, putting them in Transport Mode for the trips to their classes. The elderly lady from Physical Education also puts me into Transport Mode for our trip to the Gym. I make love to the machines she has set up for me, working up a nice sweat and earning only one slash from her crop. Transport mode gets me back to my cell, where another Guard puts me in Transport Mode for a trip to Madam Chan's Laundry. That assignment is broken up by a short lecture by a visitor on some new detergent. It promises more cleanliness, more sterility, and less wear on the fabrics. Right. Madam Chan must see my facial expression because, en route to the Uniform Ironing Station, she tells me that the Enterprises won't be buying any of that stuff until they've tried it out for themselves. Who would have thought that a laundry would need to run Design of Experiment exercises on soap?

Someone in the Laundry Team is having a birthday, so we all get a break to sing, in Chinese, their version of Happy Birthday. My legal training reminds me of the copyright fights this simple song has started. When I tell this tale to Madam Chan, she is surprised, but then hugely amused. I do enjoy the birthday cake!

The Guard puts me in Transport Mode for our return to the slave corridor. I find my newbies also back from their classes but gathered in the center of the corridor. A trainer is quizzing them about their internal cleansing and seems pleased by their responses. He proceeds to show them the array of "trainer" butt plugs and, because I am handy, selects me as the "demonstrator" for how these plugs will go into the newbies. Of course, they've all seen me getting my training plug each evening, but nobody tells this to the trainer and he doesn't think to ask.

Well, he really doesn't need this information, does he? His task is to show the new slaves something, and it really is immaterial that they've seen at least some parts of it already. He has to make sure they see and hear all the bits and pieces he has on his list, so their background, while nice, is irrelevant. I wonder if I could have thought this through so simply before I was brought to this corridor. Probably not. It is good enough that I can understand this aspect of slavery now.

The plug he selects for me is, of course, one of the thinnest, a starter. He puts me on all fours and presents the plug to my mouth. I kiss it and lick it until it is nicely wet with my saliva. He shows it to the new slaves and then has me reach back to spread my cheeks. A soft push gets the plug past my sphincter muscle and the plug burrows in until stopped by the disk. The trainer wiggles the plug and — it surprises the Hell out of me! — I get a rush of arousal. A moan escapes me and the trainer, sharp as a tack, picks up on it.

"Slave," he orders, "tell us how it felt going in and how it feels now."

"Please, Sir, it felt funny going in, but then you wiggled it and I felt these strange sensations I've never felt before. Please, Sir, what does it mean?"

OK, I'm playing a role here, but I am wondering about the answer. It wasn't the biggest plug I've had, and he just pushed it in and wiggled it. There was no foreplay, but he's got my motor running, as they say. I can even feel some pussy juice forming.

To his credit, the trainer takes my question seriously. He tells us that the anal canal has plenty of nerve endings and can pick up all sorts of stimuli. How our brains interpret these stimuli is another question. I wasn't expecting anything, so when he did the wiggle, those stimuli were interpreted by my brain as erotic stimuli, just as I would expect a finger in my pussy to give erotic signals. It's just that the finger in the pussy is more familiar to most of us. The slaves giggle at this, and I find myself joining them.

The trainer tells me to bear down as he extracts the plug, which he presents to me for cleaning. He has a few tips and instructions and leaves kits labelled for each of the slaves at the Security Station. I'm sure all of my newbies will want to discuss this milestone in their training, but the chime sounds for the appearance of the Food Cart and silence descends for Evening Nourishments.

It is only after the meal that I notice the male slave is no longer cuffed to his cot. He is still handcuffed, just as in Transport Mode, but he is standing at the door of his cell; most of the bars are covered by the gyn table, now draped with a sheet. When he notices me, he lifts a shoulder and calls out "Hello, beautiful! How was your day?"

Well, he's a few bars and doors away, so I have nothing to fear from him. Also, I do feel a bit for him: it was my ministrations that got him all inflamed, wasn't it? I wave and respond, "Pretty good. I learned about detergents today."

"They have you in the Laundry? That's not where I'd put you, beautiful!"

My Inner Goddess is warning me that this conversation is not going to end well, but I persist. I've mentioned that sometimes I go over the top?

"This slave will go wherever her Master needs." Now, there can't be anything wrong there, can there be?

I don't know this male. "Well, nobody ever claimed your Master was the sharpest knife in the drawer."

Unbelievable! Here's a male, already in trouble, offering gratuitous insults to the one who holds his life in his hands. Or, at least, the power to sell him on.

I'm smart enough to turn away, signaling the end of this conversation. I do hear a loud laugh from the male's cell.

My newbies are excited by the conversation, however. One, the girl from France, even has a romance budding. "Who but a male in love would say such stupid things?"

I'm not sure she's wrong. Some of the males I knew back home . . .

But, this slave is not feeling anything towards that male, at least. This slave has just reached a peaceful place in her life. She is not going to go off on any wild ride this time!

Evening Rituals are a bit more exciting tonight. In addition to the ceremony of my butt plug, each of the new slaves has her own ceremony. Probably because the Guards are so practiced at this, and because they use lots of lubricant, and because they are starting with the smallest plug, none of the slaves has any problem. Each rises from the all fours position and wiggles and moves around, getting used to having a solid piece of plastic in their canal. Of course, each tries to move it around, tapping or pushing on the end disk. Only Three, the girl from France, seems to be getting some arousal. Of course, the French are used to getting many of their medicines by anal suppository. I think she's the lucky one!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Chapter Forty-Seven: Newbies' First Assignment

When morning comes, there is a change in schedules. A woman a bit older than I arrives and checks in at the Security Station. Three tells me, through the bars, that she is the trainer for their Sexual Arts class. The slaves have told me they have learned male and female anatomy and are just starting on Oral Sex Techniques. Three has told me that she didn't at all like the taste of the male dildo she'd had to suck on for at least a half-hour. Each has mentioned that they don't know her name; she is to be referred to as "Ma'am," she instructed them.

The trainer is dressed in the usual fashion, not a formal uniform but the standard white shirt and navy skirt, not too short and not too tight. She has a crop clipped to her waist.

Ma'am comes to the center of the corridor and seems to acquire everyone's attention merely by the pose she strikes. She starts without even a "Good Morning."

"Slaves, you know that this one," and she points her crop at me, "was supposed to provide three hours of oral stimulation as a correction for the male slave," and she waves her crop in the general direction of the male slave. "For some reason, his correction was suspended with one hour to go. His condition has returned to normal and it is time for him to receive the last hour of his correction. However, rather than subjecting him to that one," another point of the crop to me, "you will each provide twenty minutes of oral stimulation to the male. The rules are simple. You may use any part of your anatomy except your breasts, your pussy, your ass, or your hair. You will stimulate any part of the male except for parts of his face and his anal canal. You will keep him erect, but you will not let him climax. That is, no orgasms. We will be able to tell this because you will not arouse him to ejaculate, to spurt. Do you understand?"

We are all shocked. A major assignment for the newbies? Partially trained slaves working on another slave's correction? And, after that correction had to be suspended for an adverse event?

At least, that's what is shocking me. For the newbies, I'd guess it is just the idea of an assignment so early in their slavery. We all give our "Yes, Ma'am," although some are weak.

Ma'am has an answer for our worry. "It is possible that you are surprised that you would draw an assignment so soon. Well, let me enlighten you. To the present, you have represented pure costs and expenses for the Enterprises. It is time for you to provide some service which will balance these expenses. Do you understand?"

OK, I understand, and manage to announce that satisfactorily, as do the new slaves after thinking for a moment or two. This is probably the first time they've been faced with the economics, the accounting aspect, of their slavery. I can guarantee that it won't be the last.

The male is clearly amused and pleased by this announcement. His grin extends from ear to ear. He is sure he won't have to deal with the slave who didn't satisfy him for two hours. He probably thinks he's going to be able to maneuver the new slaves with little effort. I am worrying about my newbies. We had discussed what could happen not only to the male but also to the female in this case, right? But, something about Ma'am intrigues me. You'd think a teacher would be concerned to throw her students into the test before all the work is covered, right? But, she is acting as if this is going to be "a piece of cake." There's clearly some stuff here I'm not aware of. Of course, that's what a slave's life is like: I only get told what I need to know when I need to know it.

Ma'am is talking through the bars with each of the new slaves. The Guards are moving the male onto the gyn table, and he seems to be actively helping. Again, the restraints are maneuvered so that he is never free. The straps are placed and his stirrups are adjusted. He is ready for arousal.

A Guard then presents a ball gag and the male objects. The Guard grabs his face around the jaw joint and, with the male's mouth open, pushes the ball into the male's mouth. One hand forces his head down while the other tightens the strap holding the ball. The male is professionally silenced.

Two Guards come up to Ma'am, who points at One. They open her cell, form a procession with her between them, and march her to the gyn table. I think this is the first time she has been out of her cell without being put into Transport Mode. There is a bit of pointing and instructing, and One takes the stool and leans into the male's crotch.

For several minutes, nothing much seems to happen. Then, the male emits a squeal that even the gag doesn't prevent. Instantly, a Guard taps One's shoulder and she backs off. The Guard moves to the male's head and there is some questioning, which the male answers with hand signals. Fairly quickly, the Guard returns to One, gives her some instruction, and she returns to work. Again, nothing much seems to happen and, finally, one Guard taps her shoulder and she moves back. The second Guard brings a basin of water and some cloths, which One uses to clean the male. The Guard puts the basin in the male's cell and the two Guards bring One back to her cell. She is clearly excited, with her steps lively, but her eyes show a bit of worry.

Ma'am's crop points to Three, and the procession is repeated. The redhead's time seems to go rapidly, probably because, from my angle of view, I don't see anything of note. The Irish girl has the male's prick in her mouth almost all the time. When she pulls off, probably for a breath or two, it doesn't seem all that erect, and I'm concerned, not that she would push the male to climax, but that she wouldn't get him aroused.

Five goes to her battle with a resolute expression. We don't see a lot of movement from the slave, but the male seems to be writhing quite a bit. Still, he's not squealing, so Five is probably OK. Just about the time I'm expecting the Guard to stop Five's work, the male goes rigid and begins to twitch, and I'm sure he's gone over the edge to orgasm. Five sits immobile until the Guard taps her shoulder. She turns and opens her mouth to the Guard. He gives an order and we see Five swallow and move back. Again, a Guard brings a basin and cloths and the slave washes the male and moves to the kneeling spot.

From her gait and posture during the short march back to her cell, everyone can tell that Five is upset, disappointed, and scared. In her cell, Ma'am takes the girl in her arms and speaks quietly for just a few moments. However, it seems to rejuvenate our newbie.

Ma'am pauses at the Security Station to enter some report into the computer and then leaves the corridor, without even a wave goodbye. A Guard comes to the center of the corridor and we all get ready for an announcement. "Listen up, slaves. The schedule for this afternoon starts in ten minutes. You are all going to your Physical Education class. Your trainers have some new games for you there, I'm sure. After the class, you all are invited to the pool for a free swim session. You will be returned here in time for Evening Nourishments."

The Guard stops at my cell with a bit of help. "Don't worry about the sirik in the pool. It won't rust and it's not heavy enough for you to drown. Do you understand?"

I'm grinning so widely that I almost can't give my "Yes, Sir."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Chapter Forty-Eight: Plans for My Auction

The pool is terrific! For about an hour, I guess, the four of us have an environment that is free from control, that does not restrict our movements or our ability to laugh or shriek when some cold water is splashed. It is only our collars (and my sirik) that proclaims our reality. When our time in the pool is over, we are lined up and a chain is stretched from one collar to another, about a meter at a time, and we again become slaves, this time in a coffle. For each of us, the coffle is a new experience. The chain is not very heavy, but it surprises us by how it limits our movement. We must be careful not to tug on the slave before or behind, lest she lose her balance. By the time we are marched back to the slave corridor, the gaiety is a treasured memory. Still, it is evidence that our Master has found no need to be cruel to us, at least to the newbies.

Evening Nourishments go smoothly, I think, until the Food Cart has left. One finds it necessary to offer a perspective on Chef's offering. "Well, that wasn't the best ratatouille I've ever eaten. I don't doubt that my mother or my grandmother would have had plenty to say to the cook. Not only was it too lightly seasoned, they didn't even use enough onions and garlic to be able to taste them."

I am already in such disfavor that I maintain a quiet mien. Three and Five ask some questions and One extends her commentary. I've already mentioned that I wasn't much of a cook "before," so I'm not participating, a plan my Inner Goddess is congratulating me on. The discussion goes on for about ten minutes, obviously not getting anywhere — who is going to ask for a slave's opinion, let alone follow it up?

The female Guard, however, has been on the phone. Now, she comes to the center of the corridor and pauses. Of course, every one of us falls silent and falls into Position One. She surveys us for a moment and then announces, "You know how seriously your Owner and Master takes his responsibility to keep you all safe and in good health, right? So, I called Chef about the Evening Nourishments. You're right that it was a ratatouille. He said he'd learned the recipe in a region of France known as Provence from some grandmotherly type. He said he'd sometimes tried different spices, or different proportions of spices, but this one was the one he liked. He said he was impressed that a new slave had recognized the dish and, further, had an opinion on the dish. He took One's name and said he'd have some further interest once that slave had gotten through her initial training."

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