At 9:10 AM, there came a knock at the door. William "Willie" Johnson rose from the sofa on which he'd been sitting watching television. He crossed tot he door and opened it. Outside the door was a work slave with a cart of food.

"Hi," the work slave said. "I'm here to feed the girls that were left in your care."

"Oh sure," Willie said, moving aside. Willie was a large black man. He was the larger of the two black men that currently resided in this suite. "Yeah. I guess they never got fed yesterday. Better give them something. We don't want them passing out on us when things start getting really fun."

The two girls were still sleeping, practically comatose from the previous nights' abuses. Not even the television had woken them, so exhausted were they. The work slave tapped the cage doors with the toe of his shoe and the girls were instantly startled awake. They both clutched their blankets about their bodies, expecting to be torn from the cages and brutalized yet again. They relaxed somewhat when they saw the male slave standing outside the cages holding plates of food.

"Breakfast," he said. He placed the two paper plates holding scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast on the floor in front of the cages. He opened the doors of the cages and passed the plates to the girls before again closing the cage doors and locking them. The girls began to scoop the food into their mouths with their fingers as soon as the plates were in their hands. Forgotten were the blankets and fear of future rapes. All that concerned them now was filling their desperately empty bellies.

The work slave excused himself from the room and Willie shut the door behind him, returning to the couch to watch television again. After a few moments, he had an idea. He went into the kitchen a poured two glasses of cold water. He took the water to the girls in the cages, opening them as the work slave had before, giving the water to the girls, and then closing and locking the cages once he was finished. The girls even managed to thank Willie. They had not eaten or drunk anything, except the mens' semen, for the last three days. Each of them were terribly dehydrated and starving.

Once they finished their food and water, the girls asked Willie if they could have another glass. They told him they hadn't had anything to drink in a long time and needed more. He agreed to give them more water. He even agreed to let them out of the cages and let them stretch their legs as long as they behaved themselves. The girls were in no position to dissent.

Willie fetched two leather tethers and a leather collar from the cabinet next to the entertainment stand. He opened the cages and fitted the collar on the neck of the girl who hadn't been collared the previous night. He snapped one end of each tether to the ring in each girl's collar and then snapped the other end to the sturdy rings on the underside of the coffee table. The girls could stand and walk around, but the tethers were only six feet long. So the girls weren't going very far. The coffee table was a solid wood furnishing and weighed almost four hundred pounds. Even if the girls pulled together, they couldn't budge the massive thing, and there was no way it would fit out the doorway unless they turned the table on its side.

Willie went into the kitchen and poured two more glasses of water for the girls and returned to the living room. He gave the girls the water, which they both gulped down quickly, and sat down to watch television again. The girls were left standing naked in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do next. Certainly, they could have drunk more water, but they didn't want to be more bothersome to the man watching over them. They didn't want to anger him for fear he might hurt them, or worse. So, the girls stood there, looking about the room uncertainly.

Willie seemed to noticed the girls' uncomfortable looks and how they seemed to just be standing confused. He decided to take them for a walk so they could properly stretch their legs and perhaps relax a little. Well, relax as much as a couple of girls that were about to be the centerpieces of an eighty-man orgy could, he guessed.

He unsnapped the tethers from the rings on the coffee table and led the girls out the door into the hallway. They turned left out of the suite and headed into a large common area. The common area looked like an atrium from which several hallways emerged. Plants and benches for seating were arranged artfully in the atrium and gave the whole area a pleasant, relaxed feeling.

As Willie walked the girls into the atrium, a man entered the room from one of the hallways. He was the same man that had separated the girls and had told them to enter the cages the previous day. He approached Willie and began talking to him about the girls.

"Ah," he began. "Our two unexpected pleasures. You guys did a great job finding these two and recruiting them. So far, none of the others have taken that kind of initiative."

"Well, most of us are trained soldiers," Willie replied. "We take orders and carry them out like we're supposed to. When we saw these two cuties, we didn't figure you guys would mind if we picked them up, too. The more the merrier, right?"

"You've got that right," the man said. "Especially when they are as nicely shaped as these two. Have the guys gotten the chance to see them yet?"

"Just a few of them," Willie said. "There were only four of us in last night. The rest of the guys are on a supply run for that new recruiting mission. We're supposed to leave out tomorrow."

"They'll be in today, though, right?" the man asked, as if he wanted to make sure all the mercenaries got to see the girls.

"Oh yeah," Willie said. "Absolutely. And they are going to love these two." The girls cringed as he said that.

"Just make sure we get them back in one piece," Jonathan Clark said. "They might have been unexpected, but we'd sure hate to lose them. Well, so soon anyway," he added with a smile.

"We're not going to damage them, I promise," Willie said. "We'll have our fun with them like you said, and then we'll have them snug back in their cages first thing tomorrow morning for pick up."

"Good," Jonathan said. "In the meantime, why don't you take them down to processing? There's a new batch moving through right now, but I'm sure you could slip these two in after the last few go through and they won't mind processing a couple of extras."

"That sounds like a good idea," Willie said. "I was going to just walk them around for awhile since they've been cooped up in those cages since yesterday, but that sounds like a better idea to me."

"Good. Have fun with them today," Jonathan Clark said and walked away, ending the conversation.

"Well, you heard the man," Willie said to the girls. "Let's get you two down to processing."

The girls looked at one another nervously. Neither were sure whether this was a good thing or not. Willie tugged on the tethers attached to their collars and led them down a hallway. He led them downstairs and turned down a stone hallway, but stopped and seemed to be unsure of where he was. He turned around and walked the opposite way down the hallway, but paused again. A naked slave girl emerged from a doorway just ahead of them.

"Excuse me," Willie said. The girl instantly dropped to her knees, thighs apart, eyes lowered to the floor. The girls both saw, very clearly, the number '17' tattooed in red on her mons. "Can you help me find processing? I forgot where it was."

The slave immediately looked up into Willie's eyes. "Yes sir," she said. "You proceed down this hallway the way you are going now, then turn left at the end of the hallway. That will take you straight past the processing area. You won't be able to miss it. There are several people in the area. Would you like me to lead you there, sir?"

"No thanks. I think I can find it," Willie said. "Thank you, slave girl."

"You're welcome, sir," the slave said. Willie passed by her, following her instructions and she returned to her feet and continued about her duties.

Willie turned into the hallway that led to processing and immediately saw what the slave girl had meant. Waiting outside the double doors to the processing are were several of the mercenaries and many naked slaves. Willie stopped and made conversation with the other mercenaries while the group in the hallway finished processing. He told the girls to sit and be quiet while they waited. The girls obeyed without a word. After an hour or so, the new group was finished with processing and Willie led the girls into the first room.

He untethered the girls and took off the collars they were wearing, as they would only get in the way during processing. He told the girls he would meet them after they were finished. The girls were being shown into two of the shaving chairs as Willie turned and left the room.

The girls were taken through the processing process and, if it was possible, the horror they felt in this place had just doubled. It wasn't bad enough that they had their heads shaved, but strange naked women had also shaved off their pubic hair as well. Then to add to their humiliation, they were tattooed with a number, just like the other slave girls they'd seen in the halls before. The only difference was that the number the girls wore was black and all the numbers they'd seen to this point had been red. They were sure that meant something, and were even more sure that it meant something bad. In the hallways beyond, their piercings were removed and they were inspected by two more naked women who wrote notes about them on a clipboard. The shower was nice, though, but far too short to wash to unclean feelings off the girls. Each of them could still taste the men in their mouths and feel the soreness from where the men had been inside them. The short shower would do nothing to wash that away.

The girls were shown out of the door and into another room. Willie was waiting there for them with the collars and tethers. He strapped the collars back on the girls' neck and reattached the tethers to the collars. Without a single word, he led the girls out of the room and back upstairs. Each girl was now shaved smooth and sported three new tattoos. They were now true slaves of the Collectors.

Back upstairs, the hallways and atrium had filled with men. Several groups had formed and the men were talking about a variety of subjects. Willie immediately greeted the nearest group and began showing the girls around like trophies. The girls were taken from Willie and passed about from man to man and, as much as they tried to prevent it, were groped and fondled repeatedly. Many comments were made about what the men would like to do to the girls and what they'd like to have the girls do to them. In almost no time, the rumor had made the round that the two girls were sisters, and instantly the men began planning what each of them could do to one another as well. The girls had never felt so humiliated before in their lives.

Unfortunately for them, things would get a lot worse before they got any better. After what seemed like an eternity of this treatment, the girls were finally taken again by Willie and led back to his room. The other three men were there again. They were drinking beers and watching a game on the television. The three men whistled lewdly as the freshly shaven and tattooed girls were brought into the room.

Willie informed the other three guys that he was going with them to the cafeteria to get something to eat. The other three guys said they hadn't eaten yet and would join him. The television was turned off and all four men left the room together. The girls were once again left alone in their cages to ponder their impending fates.

"Did you see how many of them there were?" the older sister asked.

"Did you hear what they wanted us to do to each other and to them?" the younger girl asked back.

The feeling of dread settled over the both of them like a pall. They knew this was going to be a long, long day.

Eight work slaves led the lines of women, minus the two that Josephine Hancock had ordered held aside, back to the dorms. At a few minutes after three in the afternoon, the slaves were being released from the chains and returned to their housing in the cells. The work slaves finished at a few minutes before four, so they decided to have some fun with the girl hung on the frame before they had to bring the next group in for their training. They tortured the girl relentlessly for about five minutes before she finally passed out. There was some question as to whether or not the girl was actually dead. It was common knowledge that part of her torture was no food and no water. The work slaves figured that, after three days, she was probably only hanging on by a thread.

The work slaves moved into the dorms housing the new groups of slaves. As soon as the work slaves began opening their cell doors, the slaves inside began complaining about one thing or another and started making threats about what they would do when they were released form this prison in which they'd been unlawfully held. This behavior was, of course, expected and the work slaves were prepared to deal with it. They'd been given permission to use the prods liberally on this group of slaves and to do nearly anything necessary to shut them up. Therefore, the more the slaves complained as they were being lined up and put into the chains, the more the work slaves used their cattle prods. Eventually, the slaves did get the point and began to slowly shut up and let the work slaves work in silence. Of course, by the time that happened, the vast majority of the slaves in the lines had multiple blisters on their bodies from the prods. Many of the women were in tears, but they still made the attempt at being defiant. The slaves in the lines didn't want to move when the work slave at the front of the line tugged on the leash. This only happened in the female lines of course. So, the work slaves began applying the cattle prods to their bodies again in an effort to motivate the women into moving.

Finally, they got the lines of slaves moving forward and led them up to the first floor and into the rooms the previous lines had been led. There were only three lines this time, and each was partially empty. Because the number two dormitory was only partially filled by the day one recruits, twenty-four women from the day two recruits were placed into dormitory number two to fill it out. That left twenty-eight women and forty men to be housed in dormitory three. So, the work slaves, in order to keep the men and women separated and not to have to take the extra time to create one line out of two dorms of women, were instructed to just make three lines and the afternoon training would be done in smaller classes than the morning training was done.

Thus, the lines were led into three of the training rooms. Josephine Hancock was also running one of the afternoon training sessions. She had, unfortunately, been chosen to train the men in this group. She knew at once that they were going to be a bother. They were going to underestimate her and not take her instructions seriously. Four mercenaries had been ordered to oversee her training course, just in case the men became too belligerent or abusive. Josephine had been given instructions to eliminate the entire group if they wouldn't take her instructions. The Estate needed women more than men anyway, and they could always find more easily manageable men to fill the empty slots.

The men were led into the room and told to move against the walls, just as the women had been told to do earlier that morning. The work slaves removed the mens' collars and coiled the chain and took places along with the mercenaries off to one side of the room.

Almost as soon as their collars were removed and the men realized the woman was in charge, they instantly tried to assert their control over the situation. They refused to stand against the walls, they refused to keep their palms against the walls as instructed, they threatened her and warned that they would bring legal action against her and this facility as soon as they were released from here Josephine tried to handle the situation to the best of her abilities, and she was usually quite good at handling situations like this, but this group with their attitude was not leaving her much leeway with which to work.