After all the women were released from their cells, the work slaves, one working from the front of each line of women and one working from the rear of each line, began snapping the collars about the necks of the women, forming a line of women chained collar to collar. One of the work slaves from each line of women took a leather leash from a loop on his belt and snapped the clip to the collar of the first woman in each line.

As there was only a foot between each collar, walking took some getting used to for the women in the lines. They quickly found that they each had to step with the same foot at the same time or someone would step on the back of the heel of the woman in front of her, causing several women to stumble. Ten women on one chain fell before they even got out of the dormitory door. The work slaves had to use their cattle prods to get the women back on their feet in a timely manner. Eventually, though, the problems with walking in the chain line were worked out and the women all fell into step, following the lead of the work slave holding the leash of their line. The remaining work slave for each line followed behind the women to divert any catastrophes from occurring.

The women were led into the entry room to the dorms; the room with five doors leading from it. There, still hanging from her frame, her mouth still held open by the retractor and the sign still hanging from her labia, was the woman that had been verbally abusive to Jonathan Clark the day before. Many of the women gasped when they saw here, others were shocked when they realized her tongue had been cut out, and still others could not bring themselves to look into the woman's sorrow-filled, regretful face. The message was taken very clearly by every woman in the lines, though: 'Behave or this could be you.'

As each line of slaves was led past the woman hanging on the frame, the work slaves leading them would use their cattle prods on the bare mons of the helpless woman, or they would touch the metal prongs of the highly charged prods to her nipples. Every time one of the work slaves shocked the woman with their prods, she uttered a guttural scream that barely even sounded human anymore. By the time all the lines of women were led past the woman hung on the frame, her nipples and pussy were red and blistered, tears poured down her cheeks, and she sobbed in heavy, rasping sobs.

Later that day, as the men and women from the yacht were being led to their housing, they, too, had the chance to see the girl hanging there from the wooden frame. Many were appalled at her treatment and others would not even look at her, the sight of her so offended their refined sensibilities. Their tale is yet to be written, though.

The lines, as they were called, were taken from the basement to the first floor of the Estate. Once the lines were up the stairs to the first floor, they were separated, and each line of women was taken to a different room. The rooms to which each line of women was led were apparently used for a variety of activities.

The room into which the first line of slaves was led was virtually bare, except for a heavy wooden desk and two large, locked wooden cabinets built into the richly-paneled wall behind the desk. As the slaves were led into the room, they noticed that a seductive-looking blonde woman was seated behind the desk. On the desk in front of her was a supple leather riding crop. The woman seated at the desk was none other than Collectors Estate Member Number Two, Josephine Hancock. After supervising the counts earlier this morning, Josephine had gone to her chambers and changed her clothes to something more appropriate for the day's activities. She'd arrived here just before eleven this morning, knowing that the slaves had been fed and were on their way into this room for her special tutorial.

The line of slaves was led into the room by the two work slaves and, under the supervision of Miss Hancock, were instructed to move into the room and back against the walls of the room. In a single-file line, there was no way the whole line of women would fit into this room, but having the women line up against the walls provided entirely enough room for all of the women to fit comfortably.

Once the line of slaves was in position, the two work slaves, one moving from the front of the line back and the other moving from the rear of the line forward, began to systematically remove the collars from each woman and coil the chain on which they'd been led as each woman was released from her collar. As each woman was released, she was told to stand with her back against the wall and the palms of her hands pressed against the wall. Fearing reprisals, every woman obeyed as ordered without complaint.

Josephine Hancock stood and crossed to the door of the room. She wore a loose black silk blouse, a tight black leather skirt and black leather boots. Her shirt was open enough to reveal her pale skin beneath, but not open enough to be tasteless. The hem of skirt she wore ended at her knees, but was slit on the left side to lust below the middle of the thigh, giving her ease of movement, but also revealing the lines of her legs and the curve of her buttocks. Her boots were knee-high and laced all the way up the front. The boots ended in a four inch heel, making Miss Hancock stand at just over six feet tall. She closed the door and turned to the slaves as the last of the collars were being removed. She moved to the center of the room, looking over every naked body, every shaved head, and every eyebrow-less face.

"My name is Miss Hancock," Josephine said. "This is how each one of you shall address me when you see me. If any of you ever forget that," She raised the riding crop in her hand. "Then I have ways of making a very impressionable reminder."

She moved to the first woman in the line, looking at the slave from head to toe. The slave was a young woman, probably twenty-three, she was shorter than Miss Hancock by almost a head, she had good-sized breasts that were quite firm with perky red nipples that stood erect from the effects of the chill air of the basement. Miss Hancock moved her eyes from the slave's face, letting her eyes wander obviously over the slave's firm breasts, down to her shaved, naked pubis, and even further down to her legs and feet. The slave only stood there, unable to take her eyes off of Josephine Hancock despite the woman's obvious ogling of her body.

As Miss Hancock moved on to the next woman in the line, she began to speak again in her silken voice. She said, "Today, each of you will learn some very basic instructions. You will learn how to kneel, you will learn how to crawl, how to walk properly, and a variety of positions that every one of you, to the last, will be expected to repeat at any given moment."

As she spoke, she continued to move down the line of women, her eyes moving over each naked body, almost as if she was imagining the tortures she would later lavish upon each naked morsel and each bare inch of exposed flesh. She continued, saying, "I assure you that before each of you leave this room you will know these positions and postures by heart. I can also assure you that if you go out into the Estate and fail to perform these positions and postures as you are instructed here today, then you will make me look badly in the eyes of my peers. Trust me when I tell all of you that making Miss Hancock look badly will be very, very bad for the offender."

It was as Miss Hancock was passing near the middle of the line of slaves that one of the slaves made her first mistake. Miss Hancock had stopped in front of the woman and was examining her as she had examined each of the women before her. The woman was shorter than Josephine by about six inches and was a little plump but not enough to mark her as an X-class. She had large, round breasts that had to be double D-cups at the very least. She also had, as Josephine Hancock was slightly amused to notice, a birthmark on the front of her freshly' shaved mons. Her mons, Josephine also noticed, was covered in red bumps, indicating this woman did not ever shave her pubic hair, or if she did it was not very often. Josephine figured the woman was probably self-conscious of the birthmark. So, while she was examining the woman, she let her eyes linger on the birthmark for longer than usual.

Exactly as Josephine had planned, the woman moved her hands from the wall to cover her naked pubis. Before the woman even knew what happened, Josephine struck. In one quick slash, she struck the woman directly across both of her large breasts with the riding crop she carried. Instantly, the woman screamed out and brought her hands up to protect her breasts from further harm. Josephine, having anticipated this, slashed out with the crop again, this time striking the woman across her ample hips and pubis. The woman cried out again and moved her hands to protect her stinging nether region. When she moved her hands, the mark from the crop, a red welt across both the woman's breasts right above the nipples, was visible to every woman in the room. Again the woman screamed and covered her breasts with her hands.

Josephine placed the tip of the crop under the woman's chin and raised the woman's eyes to meet her own. The woman had tears in her eyes from the pain brought by the stinging of the riding crop. The pain was evidenced by the angry red welt across the front of the woman's hips.

"Listen to me," Miss Hancock said. Her voice was low, almost a whisper. "You keep your hands against the wall or I will beat you until every inch of you is purple. Do you understand me?"The woman nodded, terrified.

Josephine took one step back from the woman and, in a motion that was so quick it could barely be seen, swung the crop in a hard backhand slap against the woman's right cheek. The woman cried out and grabbed her face with her hands. She bent over to keep Josephine from hitting her breasts again and she began to really cry now from the pain.

"I asked you if you understood me, slave!" Miss Hancock hissed at the woman. Her voice had gone from smooth silk ecstacy to chilling daggers of anger in the space of about one second.

"I understand you!" the woman cried out between sobs.

Josephine raised her arm and brought the riding crop down squarely between the woman's shoulder blades. The woman cried out again, her sobs amplified by the new pain, and fell to her knees. Josephine let the woman remain there for a few seconds, hunched like a turtle on her knees, a red stinging welt rising across her back, while she admired the pain the slave was in.

"I don't think you heard me correctly, slave," Miss Hancock hissed again. "Do you understand the instructions you were given or not?"

The woman sobbed on the floor on her knees in front of Miss Hancock for several more seconds before she was finally able to answer, "Yes, Miss Hancock. I understood you." The words barely came out of the woman's mouth, she was sobbing so badly.

"Good," Miss Hancock said, her voice returning to its normal silken tone. "Now, stand up and do as you were told. Hurry!"

The woman picked herself up off of the floor and placed her back against the wood paneled wall with a wince of pain and again placed the palms of her hands against the wall. There were two straight, swollen red lines across her large breasts and one across her hips. Her right cheek was swollen and red from where Josephine had struck her in the face. The slave would have bruises for a couple of days to remind her of her mistake.

Still standing in front of the plump woman, but speaking to every woman in the room, Josephine Hancock said, "You are not allowed modesty here. You will all submit to inspections, caresses, ogling, and more and you will not cower or cover yourselves. You will present your bodies to whatever amusements the people here choose for them. If you do not, you will be tortured, punished, or even killed."

Many of the women gasped. Josephine continued, saying, "Every one of you would benefit by getting it into your heads right now that all of you are expendable and that all of you are easily replaceable. You are all playthings for our amusements. The sooner each of you come to terms with that fact, the better off each of you will be."

Josephine noticed the nervous glances from around the room and smiled inwardly. She went on, "From now on, you will all learn to serve us in whatever manner we require. In return, you will be housed, fed, exercised, and groomed. Fail to live up to our expectations and you will learn the consequences of rousing our displeasure."

She reached out and gently touched the reddened cheek of the woman trembling before her. The woman flinched, expecting to be struck again, but Josephine only stroked her cheek lightly and eventually took her hand away after a few seconds.

"During the remainder of your time here with me today," she said, speaking to all of the women. "Do as you are instructed, do not make any mistakes, and remember what you are told. I do not wish to punish any of you further today, but I will if you make me."

She began moving down the line of women again, speaking to the group and examining each woman with her eyes. In her opinion, this group of women were lovely. Sixty of them, all at her bidding, and the slightest infraction could be severely punished. She loved it! She also loved the variety they offered. All kinds of body types, all sizes and shaped of breasts, each lovely little pussy shaved and smooth, and each tattooed as a piece of property. The rush of power was heady for her. She knew she was going to have to keep one of these women today, after her instruction, to use for her amusement. Just beating that chubby girl's fat tits had made her pussy wet. She couldn't wait to have one of them working at her clit with their tongue. Or whipping their tits while she brutally fucked one of them with a nice, large, studded strap-on. Yes, she would indeed have to have one of these girls for herself today.

In the meantime, she continued to instruct the women in the line. She said, "The positions and postures you will learn have many functional uses and may also be pleasing to any of the members here to see. For example, when you are walking through the halls here, and one day each of you will be allowed to do so on your own, and you see a member of the Estate approaching you, the polite thing to do is to drop to your knees and lower your eyes in deference to that member's authority over you.

"If he or she has a use for you, then he or she will then address you. If not, he will continue past you and leave you to whatever duties you were set to perform. All requests should be carried out, but must also be prioritized for timeliness and convenience. Not your convenience, of course, but the members' convenience that have made requests of your services."

Josephine was passing a thin woman, very pale, probably a blonde when she had hair. The woman had perky little breasts and it was obvious her pussy was used to being bare, so smooth was the skin. The woman's nipples were pink and puffy, but not erect. She had become used to the warmer air on this floor. Josephine cupped one of the woman's small breasts in her hand and slid her fingers toward the woman's soft pink nipple. She rolled the nub between her fingers as she continued to talk to the group of slaves. The woman did not make any attempt to cover herself and her nipple became hard almost at once under Josephine's tender ministrations.

"Have no illusions about your purpose here," Miss Hancock said, continuing to roll the young woman's nipple in her fingers. "You will be used for sex here." She paused as several of the women in the group cringed or sobbed. "Many of you will be used for sex many times daily. You will be used by both men and women for whatever sex acts will please them the most."

She released the woman's nipple as she moved on down the line. She did catch the young woman looking after her, though, as she was examining the next woman.