"In time, every one of you will use your mouths, your pussies, and your asses to satisfy the members here," she paused as, again, some women groaned or cried at the though of being violated in such ways. "In fact, in time, many of you will offer the use of your mouths, pussies, and asses for use. Don't think it won't happen, because it will. Eventually, you will become accustomed to being used as sex toys for our pleasures. More frightening to all of you now is that, in time, you will even begin to enjoy being used for our sexual pleasures."

She looked around to see how the women were reacting. Some of them were stifling cries, others were shaken but seemed to be dealing with the news, and still others seemed barely affected by the thought of their bodies being used by strangers against their wills. Were these women already adapting to their situations? Perhaps the hopelessness of their situations had numbed them to feeling shocked by the idea of being used sexually by these people. Or perhaps some of them realized what was happening and were defiantly planning to not be used sexually, to escape from the Estate, or to give up and be killed rather than allow themselves to be used and humiliated for the sexual gratification of strangers. In any case, Josephine knew, they would either get used to the idea or they would die trying.

"And don't think we just want you for your sex, either," Miss Hancock continued, still moving down the line of women and examining each one in detail as she spoke. "There are so many other things for the lot of you to do here. Eventually, some of you will help the work slaves in the cleaning duties or food service duties here. Some of you will be used as servers at parties hosted by the Estate. There are a host of activities for all of you to do here, but don't ever forget that your primary function here is to serve us."

She had reached the end of the line of women and was standing before a tall, thin woman. The woman was even taller than Josephine was in heels. The woman was older, maybe in her late thirties to early forties. She had small breasts that weren't as firm as some of the younger women's were, but she had long smooth legs. On the outside of each of her thighs, the woman had very detailed tattoos of dragons in flight. The heads of the dragons were near the tops of her thighs and the tails ended about four inches above the woman's knees.

Josephine reached out her right hand and traced the lines of the dragon on the woman's left thigh. "Very nice," she said.

"Thank you, Miss Hancock," the woman said. Her voice was deep, sultry-sounding, and had the same quality as Miss Hancock's did when she spoke. Her voice sounded like sex in your ears. The woman was looking back into Josephine's eyes, and in those eyes Josephine could see the glint of something. Desire, perhaps? Anger? Lust? Josephine made a mental note to find out later all she could about this woman.

"Alright," Josephine said, stepping away from the tall woman. "Beginning with you," she indicated the tall woman with dragon tattoos. "Form six rows of ten each row." She moved about five feet in front of the desk. "The first row forms here, the next row about four feet behind the first, and so on. Move! Let's get going!"

One at a time, the women quickly filed into neat rows, each woman facing forward and watching Miss Hancock. Every woman waited for her next instruction, each hoping not to displease this woman that could swing such a vicious riding crop.

Josephine put the women through rigorous paces, enforced by liberal applications of the riding crop. She taught the slaves how to kneel properly. She applied the crop to many a thigh and shoulder blade while giving her instructions on how wide the knees should be apart or how straight the back should be and how the breasts should be thrust forward. She taught them to crawl as well. During the crawling tutorial, she instructed them on holding their heads up as they crawled, keeping their fingers pointed straight ahead, their palms on the floor shoulder-width apart, and their backs slightly curved so their asses were raised somewhat. She taught them to walk properly, with their backs straight, their chins high and their eyes forward. They were instructed to take graceful strides and to keep their hands at their sides unless they were carrying something.

They were also shown a variety of other positions. They were shown the 'hair' position, where they would bend forward slightly and turn their heads to one side, as if to offer their hair as a lead. Josephine told them this position would come in handy if ever a member was required to lead them somewhere, but didn't have a leash handy. Of course, the slaves would have to grow some hair first before that position could be used effectively, but it was still required of them to know the position for when it would be needed in the future. The slaves were shown the 'whipping' position; a posture used if a slave was ever in immediate trouble and needed to be corrected. She would lie on her belly with her arms held over her head with her wrists crossed, and her ankles were to be crossed as well. Hair, if they had any, was to be moved off the back and shoulders and the forehead was to be pressed firmly to the ground. This offered a member immediate and complete access to the slave's entire shoulders, back, ass, thighs, and calves when corporal punishment was to be administered. Josephine made it quite well-known that the slaves should pay particular attention to learning the whipping position properly, as it was likely going to be the position they found themselves most often until they learned the ropes of the Estate.

They were shown many other positions as well, nearly fifty in all. The entire instructional took almost four hours to complete and, they were told, they would be here again the next three days learning these positions. Josephine was a strict Taskmaster, but she informed this group that they'd gotten off easy having her as an instructor. Some of the others were much, much harder on new recruits than she was. To be sure, that wasn't entirely true. The Estate itself had never had recruits before, but in certain circles some of the people that were now members of the Estate were known for their sadism or their cruelty to slaves in their service. Some of the cruelest of the founding members were the ones that were selected as teachers and trainers for the Estate, and precisely because they were cruel. Jonathan Clark himself wanted new recruits to learn their lessons quickly, efficiently, and with serious consequences for mistakes made. In fact, Jonathan Clark was, at this very moment, instructing a group of slaves in another room in the very same positions and postures these slaves were learning.

All of the slaves that had been brought upstairs and into each of these rooms were being taught position training. It was the first thing they would learn, the most important thing they would learn, and the one thing they would need to excel at in order to survive for very long at the Estate. The members of the Estate wanted pleasing sluts that would serve them well, provide them with sexual satisfaction, do as they were told when they were told, and they did not want to have to give reminders to obtuse slaves. It was easier to kill them off and replace the stupid ones with slaves that would learn to do as they were told.

Some of the Estate's members had been in societies similar to the Estate before, but on much smaller scales, in underground area of their home cities. They were used to seeing slaves trained, tortured, raped, abused, maimed, or even killed all for the pleasures of the society's members. It would be no different at the Estate. If a slave was too reticent or stupid to be useful, she would be killed, usually after being tortured for some days, and another slave would be brought in to replace the useless meat that had come before.

Josephine didn't tell these slaves all of that information, though. She did, however, make it abundantly clear that the importance of these positions and postures was utmost. She even mentioned more than once that their lives might depend on how well and how quickly each slave mastered each position. Josephine was not a subtle woman by any stretch of the imagination, but she also knew that terrifying the new recruits with tales of torture, gore and death would not make them better slaves. It would only make them scared ones. And scared was fine, in some cases, but often too much fear was counter-productive. Fear of having your tits welted by a riding crop was motivational, but fear of being gutted and fed to hungry dogs before you bled to death was certain to reduce the effectiveness of the training.

By three o'clock, nearly all of the slaves were sore from having been struck by Josephine's crop, they were tired from the rigorous training they'd undergone, and they were hungry from missing lunch. Josephine ordered the work slaves to chain the slaves back into the collar line and to take them back to the dorm to be fed a late lunch. Before she could be replaced in the collar chain, however, Josephine ordered the tall woman with the dragon tattoos to remain in the room. She also ordered the plump woman with the large breasts to stay as well. Josephine Hancock had plans for the both of them for later in the day.

At noon, it was lunchtime in the dormitories. Work slaves wheeled in the carts of heated food and began to serve the slaves from the yacht that had been processed earlier. Even though they had not eaten in over two days, the majority of these formerly-wealthy and powerful people refused the food that was given to them. Some ate, but for the most part the food was refused for several reasons. Either it was not to the standards that some of these people would accept, or it went against their diets, or some of them refused to eat until they were released from their captivity.

The work slaves just shrugged and poured the food back into the pans on the cart. They returned the tin pans under the doors from which they'd come previously. These fools would eat when they got hungry enough. If not, then no big loss anyway. They were going to make terrible slaves and everyone at the Estate knew it.

Still, they served a purpose. With the majority of the power structure of Herbert Warner Industries out of the way and Robert Carlyle now in control of the company, the Estate stood to gain considerable amounts of money and influence. Even more than it already enjoyed now. So, for now, they'd be kept, processed and trained. If the attitude couldn't be beaten or frightened out of them, then they'd be killed and replaced by people less stubborn. This batch was already getting on the nerves of the work slaves, the volunteer staff, and even some of the members. It was unlikely many of them would survive the first week.

Jeri Denise Sullivan was awakened cruelly at a few minutes before nine in the morning. She felt a sharp sting between her legs and had startled immediately awake. Work slaves with the morning food carts were waiting in the entryway to the dorms and had a few minutes of time to kill before they delivered breakfast to the slaves. So, they spent their time tormenting the girl on the X-frame. One of the slaves had approached her and thumped her hard in the clit with his finger. She'd woken up immediately. Her red eyes looking about wildly to see what had happened. The slave thumped her again and laughed as she finally noticed him standing just in front of her.

The work slave jeered the bound and mutilated girl, calling her a wide variety of names and taunting her with food from their carts. Jeri began to cry, but it didn't matter to the work slaves. She was supposed to be tormented, insulted, and degraded. In fact, the work slaves had all been told to go out of their way to make her as miserable as possible as long as it didn't interfere with their daily duties.

After a few moments, the slaves had to deliver breakfast and Jeri was left alone again. As depressing as it sounded, she missed the men as soon as they were gone. At least when they were taunting her, someone was talking to her. Now, she was alone again and left to her shame.

Several moments later, the work slaves returned from feeding the slaves in the dorms, but they were too busy talking among themselves to even notice Jeri hanging from the frame. Jeri was left alone again to ponder her thoughts in discomfort on the frame. She was hungry and she was thirsty. She hadn't been fed or had anything to drink since the day of the convention, and that felt like a very long time ago to her. She tried to go back to sleep, but found herself unable to even do that to relieve her agony.

In just under an hour, another group of work slaves entered the room. They were carrying odd chains with what looked like collars attached to them. One of the work slaves asked another if they should let the girl have some of their prods. The other slave responded that getting the slaves into the chains was more important and, if they had time, they could give her the what-for on their way out. It must have taken nearly an hour for the work slaves to complete their duties in the dorms, because Jeri hung there for what seemed like an eternity. Then, finally, one and then another of the doors opened and the slaves were led out of the dorms on long chains. As they passed her, each of the work slaves touched their cattle prods to her pussy or one of her nipples. Most of them only did it for a second, but a couple left the prods there for several seconds until blisters formed on the area of her skin where the metal ends of the prods touched her. Every electrified touch brought another scream out of Jeri, but the voice that was screaming wasn't even hers anymore. She didn't even recognize it, it was so unlike her normal voice.

Soon enough, however, they were all gone and she was alone again. Alone to hang there in her misery and her agony. The inside of her mouth was burned and bone dry. She wasn't even drooling anymore. It was as if her mouth had completely dried up. Her whole mouth ached as well. It was a dull, throbbing ache that seemed to flare with her every pulse. Her pussy and nipples also ached in much the same way. Still, she could barely even register the pain. She felt like she was slowly slipping away from it. Away form pain, away from hunger, from thirst, from the light. She was dying. She knew she had to be dying. She felt like the less pain she felt, the less hunger and thirst, the further she slipped away from life.

She hung there on her frame for only god knew how long before the door behind her opened again. A new set of freshly shaved and tattooed slaves were led into the room. Unlike the women from the previous day, these slaves complained to their captors and escorts. They made empty threats, they threatened legal action, they even demanded to be released and returned to their families. Most of the new set of slaves didn't even seem to notice her. She saw several of them look up at here, but quickly look away, as if her countenance was too horrible to bear. Very likely, it was, Jeri knew.

Several moments later, or two hours later for all Jeri knew, the work slaves returned from housing the new set of slave recruits. These slaves didn't even pay her any attention at all, though. They just walked past her as if she didn't exist and exited through the door behind her.

She must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing she knew, the door behind her was opened and the cruel work slaves from this morning had returned with the collared lines of slaves on chains.

She noticed through her hazy awareness that it looked as if most of the slaves had been beaten. She didn't know why, and couldn't really get her mind to focus on it for too long. She seemed to be having trouble focusing on anything for very long now.

Suddenly, there were fresh flashes of pain all over her body. She snapped awake quickly. The chains of slaves were gone, but the work slaves had returned with their cattle prods. They had begun to jab her with the prods again. This time, they didn't just focus on her pussy and tits. They were all over her, prodding her ass, legs, armpits, belly, and hips as well as the more sensitive areas. One of them had even pulled her away from the frame so that he could prod her anus. She jumped and screamed wildy when that was done.

All of the work slaves seemed to be having a grand time jeering her, causing her pain, and torturing her. Jeri wondered how bad the masters could be if the slaves were this awful. At some point, she must have passed out again, because everything just went black suddenly.