Synopsis: The girls finish their lessons in how to please. Now they hope a master will choose one of them
Pick Me
“And that…” Miss Penn continued, “Is how we know the vagina has been stimulated… Any questions? Yes, you at the back…. 59?”
“No, Miss… 42” she corrected
“Ah, 42… what didn’t you understand about making sure the vagina is properly stimulated?”
“That’s just it… why do we need to know if the vaginal juices are flowing…?”
“Can anyone else answer that? Yes… 23…”
“We might be chosen by a female owner” 23 said
“Oh….” 42 blushed. She hadn’t thought of that…
“So you see….” Miss Penn continued “Tasting will let you know if you are working properly… and so…”
There was a bell. Instantly every lady rose to their feet
“We’ll finish this tomorrow, girls”
“Thank you Miss” 42 said as she passed Miss Penn
“You’re welcome”
“I don’t know if I want a female owner” 42 said to her friend as they walked to the fitness centre
“We’re slaves” 21 said, shocked at her friend “We are here to pleasure our owners”
“Well have you thought about a female owner…?”
“I…”
“Honestly…?”
“Honestly? Yes, I have” 21 said “I think whether it is a man or a woman it doesn’t matter. What’s the first law?”
“A slave needs to be owned” 42 said
“Precisely” 21 exclaimed “Without an owner what is the point in us?”
“I guess you’re right”
“Silly!” 21 laughed, taking 42’s hand
There had been a time when 42 was Claudette Champs. She had been a student at the St. Denis Polytechnique… a promising law student, popular, but insular. She was a virgin. That trait had been the very reason she had been caught and conditioned in the first place.
Virgins fetched higher prices.
Now, as 9D-42—girl 42 from group 9D, she had nothing from her former life, except her accent.
42 was 5′6″, with dark eyes and dark hair. A very Parisian look about her. She had 34C breasts, recently she had 32A breasts but larger breasts sold merchandise faster. If needed they’d be modified again.
21 was her friend, and bunkmate—no girl slept alone—was taller, but only slightly. She had blue eyes but dark hair as well. If she could remember she’d know her accent was Irish. A virgin too, she also had been an undergraduate—but in horticulture. Whore-tit-culture—the handler had laughed as he piled her into the back of the van to take her to processing.
21 was from Cork, in Ireland. She had lost all memory of that place.
21 and 42 did everything together. It was part of the conditioning, to reduce the sense of ‘self’. They bathed together, they went to the toilet together. They even wiped each other. Their bodies were to be ‘open’ to others. No sense of shame either.
The sports centre was large and luxurious. 21 and 42 took off their dresses and hung them in the same locker. “You need to shave!” 21 said seeing dark bristles on 42’s crotch
“What’s with these!” 42 laughed, “I must have the fastest growing bush…”
“Bush?”
“Huh?”
“You said bush…”
“I know what I said…”
“I…” 21 looked off into space
“21, are you alright?”
“I had a feeling that I … something about bushes…”
“Was it an unprocessed memory?”
“I… I think so”
“You need to report it…”
“But…”
“At once… or I will…. Rule #4”
“Forbidden memories must be suppressed…”
“Yes” 42 said
“I’ll go see the medical lab this evening…”
“Promise”
“I just did”
“Okay” 42 said and embraced her friend for comfort
“Ulex europaeus” 21 said
“What’s that mean?”
“I don’t know…” 21 said, “I think it’s the name of your bush…a bush… I…”
“I’ll call the medical team”, she immediately turned to get help
“No… please… wait”
“You need help…”
“I know… I know…” 21 said, “But… please, I said I’ll go after…”
“Ummm…”
“Please” 21 said.
There was no deceit amongst the slaves. So it was accepted that she would do what she said and report to medical.
So the walked out, hand-in-hand to the gymnasium were girls were already stretching.
Miss Worthington was at the head of the group, also nude. She lead them through their stretches, and then a more aerobic workout.
Showers afterwards; twelve girls under the water in the large open and communal bathroom.
21 sat on their bed thinking. She thought about a species of plant she used to know… and then it occurred to her that this species came from a place called Ireland… what was “Ireland” she thought to herself. Her head ached.
42 knelt behind her and kissed the back of her neck “Let’s bond” 42 whispered to her, “My pussy is wet for you”
21 smiled and turned her head—tongues met. 42’s hands moved down over 21’s boobs, caressing them, feeling the nipples harden to her touch.
A hand, against a pussy. A throbbing clit. Tongue against clit. 21 arched her back and came.
“Wouldn’t it be good if we were sold together” 21 said
“It would” 42 smiled. They lay in each other’s arms.
“I love being a slave” 42 said.
She stopped, and looked up into her partner’s eyes… expecting the same.
“Oh…. ah… yes” 21 said
Suddenly a gong sounded over the PA system
“Attention! Attention! A buyer approaches…”
“Oh, I hope he picks me!” 42 said leaping off the bed.
The girls assembled, naked in the hall. A buyer, an older man came into the room with two of the staff. All the girls were excited. Yes, he was much older than they were… but what is a slave without an owner… and here was a potential owner
“Pick me! Pick me!” 42 thought almost hopping on the spot as he came to her. He felt her breasts
“Nice ” he said
“We can make them different” Miss Penn said
“No… these… these are wondrous”
He moved next to the following girl… 21.
“Tell me your name?” he said
“21, Sir” she said
“Is that an Irish lilt?” he asked on hearing her accent
“What is Irish?” she asked
“The girls have no memory of before” Miss Penn leant in to say
As she said it 21 was wondering… she remembered the word “Ireland” . She wondered if that had anything to do with “Irish”—they sounded similar.
The man put his hand between her legs. She was excited as she felt him touch her shaven snatch. “Very soft” he said
“She’s one of our finest” Miss Penn smiled
“How much?”
“Sir… this is not the place to negotiate…”
“How much?” he insisted
“10,000 Credits”
“10,000!”
“Let me assure you she’s untouched and would make a perfect slave—for you and your wife”
“A wife?” 21 thought…. She remembered the day’s lessons about vaginal stimulation and she knew that those lessons would come in handy
“Done” he said, without negotiating—which put the staff off—they had expected some haggling…
“How soon can I have her…”
“As soon as the transfer is complete” Miss Penn said pulling out a small electronic device. She tapped on it and then handed it to the man. He put his thumb on the pad and it scanned him. A green light came on
“Very good, Sir” Miss Penn said
“21?”
“Yes, Miss”
“This is your master”
“You are my master” she said, looking into his eyes. She smiled, she felt completed. She now had an owner.
She forgot completely about her friend… 42 as he took her and lead her away
“Master?” she asked as they walked through the slave complex
“Yes?”
“Will you give me a name?”
“Your name is Verona” he said
“Verona” she smiled, “My name is Verona, Master”
“You are not to call me Master” he said as they went out the front towards his transporter
“What am I to call you?” she asked as she got in the back with him
“You have always called me Father” he said
“Father?” she wondered
“Here… put these clothes on… at once”
She took them and started to dress “Does my body not please you… Father?”
“Just do it” he snapped.
She felt stung by his tone… she hoped she could please him.
The transporter—an automated vehicle drove out and towards the airport
“May I suck your cock…Father?” she asked as she pulled down her T-shirt
“No… I don’t know what they did to you in there but we’re going to get the best of help to save you”
She was perplexed
“Would you like to fuck me… I AM a virgin” she smiled
“No… you’re not to ask such things, I am your Father”
“I…”
“Be quiet” he said
He picked up a communicator. “Brad?”
“Dad..? Did you find her?”
“She’s with me now… tell your ma that it’s worse than what we thought. She’s really brainwashed”
“How soon will you be home?
“I’ll be there tonight…”
“Hurry home Da” Brad said
Verona noticed that they all had the same type of accent as she did. Was this a coincidence she thought.
The plane journey was pleasant. They hadn’t talked now for an hour. She looked at him
“Is something troubling you, Verona?”
“Why do you say I always called you Father?”
“You are my daughter” he said, “You went missing thirteen months ago” he added
She sat there not fully comprehending what he was saying
“I spent a fortune trying to find you..” he said, “And now we’re going home…”
“So you don’t want to fuck me?” she cried. She began sobbing into her hands
He felt sorry for her. With some help, he was sure that they could get their ‘old daughter’ back.
He could only hope….