She struck four of the men with her crop, hitting them all squarely in their penises, and then she ordered them all back against the walls and to maintain their positions. Unfortunately, her actions only served to inflame the men even more. It was like they didn't even notice the four armed men in the room, but instead focused all their attention on the woman in charge of the room. Josephine imagined that none of the men thought they would be shot anyway, despite what that other blonde bitch had done on the yacht.

Josephine Hancock had taken enough. These men were trying to railroad her and were almost completely out of control. She motioned to the mercenaries and pointed to the four men closest to her. As one, the mercenaries raised their weapons and shot the four men where they stood. All of them fell to the floor, each with his mouth still open in silent protest.

"Now, unless the rest of you want to." Josephine began, but suddenly the room erupted. The men charged past her in an attempt to overpower the men with the weapons. The apparent logic was that, if they could get the weapons, they could try to force their way out of this place. Their logic, they soon found out, was flawed and things went badly quickly.

By the time the entire fiasco was over, all the men were dead and not one mercenary, not one work slave, nor Josephine had even been touched by the rebelling men. The mercenaries had switched their weapons to automatic firing and had opened fire into the crowd of men. As soon as the men had pushed past her, Josephine had hit the floor, knowing fully well what was about to transpire. The mercenaries had systematically swept the angry mob with bullets and in seconds they were all dead on the floor. As soon as the last shot had been fired, one of the work slaves fled the room to fetch Jonathan Clark from his office. Jonathan was not instructing an afternoon group; he had four shipments to oversee that had all been scheduled in the same hour.

Josephine Hancock was livid! She picked herself up off the floor immediately and stalked to her desk, slamming the riding crop down on the desk with an echoing crack. She rarely ever lost her cool. All of her voice intonations were carefully planned for maximum effect and no matter what, she rarely allowed herself to truly get angry. However, right now, she was really, truly angry. She wasn't angry that the men had so little respect for her. She knew they weren't going to respect her before she'd even seen them. She wasn't even angry that the men had been killed. She could care less about the jumbled, bloody mess of penises on the floor. What made her so mad was the fact that this was going to make her look badly and could possibly harm her reputation among the members. Reputation counted for a lot among the Collectors, and to have one's reputations damaged could cost that person some amount of credibility in the eyes of the others.

Jonathan Clark burst suddenly into the room. At once, all the mercenaries leveled their weapons on him, but immediately lowered them when they saw who he was.

"Josephine!" he said breathlessly. "Are you okay?"

"No!" she shouted. Jonathan almost took a step back. He'd never seen her so angry before. "Those stupid sons of bitches gave me no choice, Jonathan. I want that to be made perfectly clear. They gave me no choice. They tried to attack these men here and we were left with no alternative but to kill them all."

"I know," he said, trying to calm her. "It's no big deal. We knew they weren't going to last anyway. Don't worry about it."

This could hurt my reputation here, Jonathan," Josephine said, slamming her fist on the table. "I could become known as someone who couldn't keep her slaves in order. If that's what happens, I'm finished here. No one will respect me here again."

"That's not going to happen, Jo," Jonathan said in a calm, comforting voice. "No one here is going to fault you for this. Trust me. If they try, I will set the record straight. You cannot lose your standing here unless I approve it anyway. So, settle down. It'll all be fine." He motioned to two of the work slaves in the room. "Why don't you go up to your room and relax for awhile? We'll get this mess cleaned up and everything will be back to normal in the morning."

The two work slaves moved to escort Josephine to her room. She pushed her hair back from her face and looked from Jonathan to the pile of bodies on the floor.

"Maybe you're right," she said. "I could probably use the rest anyway." She looked back at him. "Are you sure nothing's going to come of this?"

"Nothing at all," he replied with a smile. "I promise you'll be fine."

"Thank you," she said and left the room with her work slave escorts.

Jonathan turned to the work slave that had fetched him. He said in his efficient, in control voice, "Get a clean up detail down here. Let's get these bodies out of her and get this room cleaned before any of these stains set in." The work slave immediately darted from the room.

Jonathan Clark then turned to the mercenaries and said, "You guys are dismissed. Go ahead and get ready for the pick-ups tomorrow. You guys are going to be busy, I think."

The mercenaries all left the room to rejoin their unit. Two more recruiting missions were beginning tomorrow. The unit to which these mercenaries were assigned were in charge of one of the pick-ups and the unit that the sister slaves had been loaned was in charge of the other.

The remainder of the training classes went off as planned and without any further losses. It seemed the women were more eager to accept their places than the men were. Especially after they learned how badly a willow cane or a leather riding crop across their breasts and faces could hurt. The attitudes of the women of this group seemed to undergo a noticeable change once their training session was finished. Perhaps the gravity of their situation had begun to truly dawn on them finally.

Four hours later, the women were again placed into the collar chain and taken by the work slaves back to their cells. They did not complain, they did not fight, and this time they did exactly as they were told to do.

A few moments after the vicious work slaves had taken the new lines of slaves away, the girl on the frame was awakened again. This time it was not by any sound or painful sensation, but by a smell. A group of four naked female slaves were wheeling in covered carts, but Jeri could smell the food in the carts.

She tried to say 'please feed me,' but all that came out of her mouth was a cracked grunting sound. The slaves didn't even hear her. Or if they did, they chose to ignore her.

The slave girls wheeled the food carts into the dormitories and called for the pans to be offered. Many pans appeared under slots in the doors, including some pans belonging to a few of the vegetarian girls that had refused to eat this morning. They weren't stupid. They knew if they refused to eat again, the slaves would just take the food away again and they'd get nothing. Still, most of the vegetarian slaves again refused to eat. Their pans were left empty again and the female slaves wheeled the carts away, leaving them to smell the food the others were eating.

The slaves again wheeled the carts into the entry room and past the girl hung on the frame. All she could do was watch the food go by and hang there helplessly. In the meantime, many of the girls in the dorms enjoyed their roast X-class, along with mashed potatoes and X-class gravy, and whole kernel corn.

The sisters didn't know how long it had been since they'd been locked in their cages when they heard the men coming down the hallway, but they figured it probably been a couple of hours at least. The girls had looked over their new bodies, each noting their new tattoos and sudden lack of hair. It was disconcerting and belittling enough to be locked in a dog cage naked and collared like a domesticated animal, but to add to that the outright humiliation of being shaved, head, eyebrows and pussy, by a strange woman, and then tattooed with a number that would, very likely, be their only source of identification from now on was completely demeaning. Each of the girls felt like they'd stepped completely out of reality.

Then they heard the men coming and reality came screaming back at them and slapped them in the face. A key in the lock told them that the men were likely coming for them and the girls knew very well what was going to happen to them next. They'd seen all the men; they'd even been groped and fondled by the majority of them. There were no illusions in either girl's mind about what they'd be doing for the rest of the night.

The door opened and in stepped the man that had been wearing khaki pants the night before; the one that had taken such delight in raping the younger girls' ass and then making her sister lick the cum and blood out of her butt hole. The girls shrank away from him as he approached the cages.

"Come on, kids," he said opening the cage doors. "It's time for you to be introduced to the fellas." He reached into the cages and took each girl by the collar and dragged them out of the cages and onto their bellies on the floor. He held the two down while he snapped tethers onto each of their collars. He held the free ends of the tethers in his hand, stood up and moved to the cabinet next to the entertainment stand. From it, he retrieved a thin, supple bamboo cane.

He struck both girls across the backs of their thighs, and snapped at them to get up. The cane stung like hell and the girls could barely get off the floor fast enough. As soon as they were on their feet, the man was leading them out of the room and down the hallway to the common area. The room was empty and the girls were left wondering where all the men were.

The man led them across the common are and down a hallway the girls had never been before. They passed several people along the way, both slaves and masters. Anytime they passed a slave in the hallway, the slaves would lower their eyes and give the man escorting the two girls wide berth.

Shortly, the girls began to hear voices, a lot of them. They were faint at first, but as the girls were drawn farther down the hallway, they got louder and louder. The man leading the girls suddenly stopped at a door just like many of the other doors along this hallway. It was on the other side of this door that all the voices were originating. The man opened the door and pulled the girls into the room behind him. Immediately all conversation stopped and seventy-nine pairs of eyes turned to regard the helpless, young pieces of flesh that were theirs for the rest of the evening. The man shut the door behind the girls, and with the sound of the latch settling into the recess in the strike-plate, the girls both knew their fates were sealed.

They each had about three seconds to look around the room before the man holding their tethers pushed them forward into the crowd of men. They were in a very large room, the only exit to which was the door through which they'd just been forced. Against the nearest wall, four long tables had been set up and were covered in food, beer, snacks and water. In the center of the room were four pieces of bondage apparatus: A stocks, an X-frame, a padded wooden bench, and a suspension harness hung from the ceiling. Along one of the walls were fastened several wrist and ankle shackles, presumably to hold slaves in place while other slaves were fitted into the furniture and used. And against another wall of the room were cabinets holding numerous implements of bondage and torture. The girls couldn't even identify all of them, there were so many.

Of course, three seconds later a firm hand on their backs pushed them into the room and into the hands of the nearest two men. The room went wild and the girls were lifted from their feet and each hoisted into a different bondage apparatus. The older girl was fitted into the stocks by two of the men while the younger girl was fastened into the padded bench. Once locked in the stocks, the older girl's pussy and ass were exposed to whoever wished to use them and she was totally helpless to prevent anything from happening to her. The base of the stocks looked like an H, with attachment points for ankle shackles at the height of each leg of the H. Before she knew it, her ankles were in leather ankle restraints and those restraints were being connected to the base of the stocks. Now, she couldn't close her legs even if she wanted to. She was totally at the mercy of these men.

Her sister wasn't doing much better. She'd been forced face-down onto the bench apparatus. The top, where she laid on her belly, was heavily padded and actually quite comfortable. Her knees fit onto two smaller padded surface to support her weight better. On each leg of the bench were attachment points for cuffs or restraints. The men were only too accommodating with the use of restraints. Soon, the younger sister's wrists and ankles were securely locked into leather restraints and fixed to the legs of the bench. Now, her ass, pussy and mouth were all at waist level for easy access, and her back, ass, thighs, arms, and feet were all exposed for the most sadistic and twisted of their intentions.

Before the older sister could even register what was happening, a man was behind her, pushing his hardened cock into her pussy. She cried out and tears sprang to her eyes as he penetrated her dry pussy. Two men stood on either side of the girl and beat her back and shoulders mercilessly while the man behind her continued to rape her pussy. The younger sister found herself in a similar situation as well. Two men, one in front and one behind were unfastening their pants while two others had approached from the side, each holding wicked-looking bamboo canes. While one man forced his penis into the girl's unwilling mouth, the man behind her began raping her young, dry pussy. The pain was extravagant until her pussy started working up its own lubrication, but that pain was nothing compared to the canes. The two men with canes immediately began abusing her exposed back and shoulders, swinging the canes viciously, each swing ending in a pronounced cracking sound against her soft, pale, young flesh.

In short order, the older sister was screaming and begging the men to stop. The younger sister was screaming as well, but the large cock in her mouth kept her mostly silent. The man brutally using her mouth didn't care as long as she didn't bite down. The screaming actually made the girl's mouth vibrate around his cock, adding to the experience. When the man raping the older sister's pussy was finished, another man immediately took his place. The new man's hard cock slipped right into her pussy with ease, but by now her pussy was lubricated with the previous man's cum and her own juice. The men raping the younger sister shot their loads into her mouth and pussy and four more men removed her from the bench so they could strap her into the suspension harness.

The harness was designed so the girl's wrists were restrained behind her back while her legs were spread and lifted, granting easy access between them. The harness, like the bench, hung at waist-level so a girl's mouth, ass and pussy were all easily accessible. As soon as the girl was strapped into the harness, the two men that had previously been caning her pushed their cocks into her mouth and pussy. Another man brutally beat her small, pert tits with one of the canes the men had dropped when pulling the girl off the bench. Soon, her sweet, pretty tits were covered in bright red, swollen welts from the wicked caning and she was swallowing another load of semen.

As soon as the cock was removed from her mouth, another one went in. This one was large, though. Looking up, she saw it was the larger black man from the night before. He was pushing his huge cock into her mouth and smiling down at her as he watched it slip between her stretched lips. The tip of his huge dick hit the back of her throat, making her gag suddenly. That didn't stop him, though. He kept pushing it into her, and soon her throat opened for him and he was able to shove his cock all the way down her throat so his big black balls rested against her nose. He knew the girl couldn't breathe while his cock was in her throat so he left it there while she gagged and tried to desperately gasp for air. While she was being suffocated by the huge cock in her mouth, the man raping her pussy finished inside her and the other black man from the previous night moved between her legs. The man rubbed his giant cock in the combination of cum, blood and pussy juice that was dribbling down the girls asshole, lubricating it effectively. The man shoved his black cock hard against the girls asshole and in it went, all in one stroke, right to the black hair. His balls slapped satisfyingly against her as the entire length of the monster disappeared into her tight, tiny asshole. The girl felt like she'd just been spitted and tried to scream out, but the cock in her throat kept her quiet. She still couldn't breathe and wanted to throw up, but the pain in her poor tight ass now took precedence over all other sensations.

The older sister had been pulled out of the stocks and pulled to the floor. She was forced to squat down on a man's penis, facing away from him. She saw two more men moving over her, each man's cock was hard and throbbing, seemingly eager to get inside her young body. The man on which she been made to squat pulled his cock out of her pussy. It was now coated in a slippery layer of pussy juice and cum. He forced her back down on his cock, but this time he slid it up her ass. She screamed out and tried to get herself off the huge member invading her rectum, but she was held fast. In short order, she was being pushed backward by another of the men and his cock was sliding into her pussy. She was now being double penetrated by two cocks at once. She'd never felt so fille din her life, or so much pain from the cock in her ass. It wasn't over, though. The third man grabbed her by the collar and pulled her mouth to his cock, too. Now she was being triple penetrated and all of her orifices were filled with man-meat. The man holding her head was using her mouth as a masturbation device, pumping her head up and down on his cock while the other two men roughly slammed their cocks in and out of her painfully.

The two black men were now both pounding their huge cocks in either end of the younger girl. The man working her mouth would pull his cock the entire length out of her mouth and she would gasp a quick breath before he shoved the length of it back down her throat again. She didn't have time to think about choking or gagging, because if she wasted time on that, she would lose her chance to breathe. All the while, she had to continue to try and ignore the pain ripping through her bowels as the other huge black cock tore through her like a battering ram.

So it went for the girls for the next several hours. After every man had a turn with one or the other of them, they were chained to a all and given water and a few scraps of food, just to give them the energy to keep going through another round with all the guys. Before it was all over, each girl was bleeding from her ass and pussy, their entire body, almost from head to toe were covered in welts from caning, flogging, and other forms of torture. The older girl had swallowed so much cum that she'd thrown up once after one of the men came down her throat. It didn't matter to the men. Her head was pushed into the pool of her own cum-filled vomit and the men continued to batter away at her pussy and ass.

By midnight, eight hours later, neither girl could stand. They had been so brutalized by the rapes and the beatings that they were too exhausted to even resist or move. If a cock appeared in front of one of their faces, they just opened their mouths and took it down their throats. If one of the girls was strapped into one of the apparatuses, she would use it to support herself as the man or men that had strapped her into the device took his pleasure of her.

The worst thing about the entire night were the things the men would have the sisters do to one another. They all stood around as the two sisters, on their hands and knees with a double-headed dildo in both their pussies and their anuses, moved back and forth rhythmically fucking one another for the amusement of the men. The sister were made to suck each others' tits and eat each others' pussies and asses while the men jeered and cheered. The whole thing was intensely degrading for the sisters, who had never imagined they could ever do such things to one another.

By two in the morning, the party wound down. The men had to be awake to catch a flight at ten, so they dispersed to go to their rooms and their beds. The girls were literally dragged by a man holding their collars from the larger torture chamber to their cages. The man shoved the two vomit, blood, and cum-covered girls into the cages and locked them in for the night. Each girl curled into as tiny a ball as they could and tried to ignore the pain throbbing from inside and outside of their bodies. All they wanted to do was sleep. If they lived through the night, the would consider waking in the morning a moral victory.

The mercenaries were all soon fast asleep, content with their reward and thoroughly satisfied from their uses of the two girls. The girls eventually feel into a fitful sleep that was interrupted by occasional cramps in their bowels or from the throbbing of the many welts adorning their pale skin.

Tomorrow had to be better than today , the older girl hoped. If it's not, then just let them kill us.

Josephine bade farewell to the slaves that had escorted here to her rooms. She turned from the door and was delighted to see the two naked slaves from her training this morning chained to the tethering bar she had installed in the floor of her sitting room.

"Hello, girls," Josephine said, entering the sitting room.

"Hello, Miss Hancock," the two naked girls said in unison. They were both kneeling on the floor in the proper kneeling position she'd shown them this morning. Their knees were spread just wide enough, their backs were straight, and their eyes were downcast, except when she spoke to them, and then they looked directly at her when responding.

Josephine crossed to a small liquor cabinet she'd set up in here so she could have a drink while she relaxed. She poured herself a glass of wine and placed the glass on a small table next to her favorite chair. She returned to the door and took a small key off a hook next to the door. She returned to the sitting room and used the key to open the locks on the ankle chains holding the girls to the tethering bar. Josephine took the ankle chains in her hand and started into the next room.

"Crawl and follow," she said without looking back to see if the girls obeyed. The two slaves immediately dropped to their hands and knees and followed Miss Hancock into the next room, crawling as they'd been taught to do earlier that morning.

Josephine had entered a stately-looking living room. She moved to a cabinet against one wall. Opening the cabinet revealed a plethora of bondage equipment and devices for spanking and torture. She selected a few items from the cabinet and then turned to the girl, who were obediently waiting on their hands and knees just a couple of feet behind Josephine. She buckled leather collars on each of their necks then had them stand and offer to her each of their limbs so she could strap locking leather restraints on their ankles and wrists without having to kneel in front of them to do so. Kneeling was for slaves, not for Josephine.

Josephine took a couple of more items from the cabinet, including a long, black strap-on dildo in a black leather harness and a leather riding crop similar to the one she'd had in the training room earlier today. The girls had not been told to kneel again, so they were standing where Josephine had left them. She closed the cabinet and began to leave the room. As she moved past the two girls, she said again, "Crawl and follow."

Josephine re-entered that sitting room and sat in her favorite chair. She took a sip of the glass of wine as the two girls crawled to their places before her. Josephine placed her wine glass back on the table and regarded the girls momentarily.

"Number one hundred ten, footstool," Josephine ordered. It took the tall slave with the dragon tattoos on her thighs a second to realize that Josephine had indicated her, but by number. The slave dropped to her hands and knees again, turned sideways and moved closer to Josephine, making sure to keep her back completely flat and her head down. Josephine snapped her riding crop down swiftly across the slave's shoulder blades. The slave quickly sucked in a deep breath between her teeth, but said nothing and did not break her position.

"Remember your number next time, one-ten," Josephine said in an annoyed tone.

"Yes, Miss Hancock," the slave said, but did not look at her. A footstool did not regard its Mistress, even when spoken to.

Josephine propped her feet on number one hundred ten's back and took another sip from her wine glass. She looked at the other slave and said, "Seventy-eight. Take off my boots."

The other girl nervously moved forward on her knees. She had not been taught how to remove boots and didn't know if there was a special trick to it or not.

She looked to Josephine and said, "Yes, Miss Hancock." Then added nervously, "But I have not been taught to remove your boots. Are there special instructions?"

Josephine was impressed. Maybe the chubby little slut had learned something from her already. She said to the girl, "Untie and loosen the laces, and then pull them off my feet."

"Yes, Miss Hancock," the chubby girl said. She reached out and began untying the laces of Josephine's right boot, she loosened the laces and slid the boot easily off of Josephine's foot. Josephine was again impressed. The girl had loosened the laces enough so the boot slipped right off. The girl repeated the process with the left boot, placing each boot upright on the floor beside her.

"Take the boots in your teeth and crawl to my closet," Josephine ordered. "It is through this door." She indicated the door through which they'd gone to get to the living room. "Once in the living room, go through the archway on the right-hand side of the room into my bedroom. The closet door is on the right wall of the bedroom. Leave the boots outside the door." She raised the girl's chin so she was looking her directly in the eyes. "Be gentle with my boots. Do not leave teeth marks on the leather and wipe your spit off of them before you return here."

"Yes, Miss Hancock," the girl said nervously looking into her Mistress' eyes. Josephine removed her toe from the girl's chin and the girl immediately took the boots in her teeth gently and crawled out of the room.

Josephine placed the toes of her right foot under the nose of the slave serving as her footstool. "Clean my toes," she said to the slave.

Without hesitation, the slave began to lick and suck at Josephine's toes, moving her tongue between each toe and underneath to ensure a thorough job was done. Josephine sipped at her wine while the slave sucked at her toes. Once the girl had finished, Josephine order her to turn around so she could clean the toes of her other foot with Josephine having to awkwardly stretch her left foot over to the slave's mouth. As the footstool was cleaning the toes of Josephine's left foot, the slave returned, crawling, from her duties with the boots.

"Come here, seventy-eight," Josephine ordered and indicated a place on the floor directly below the right armrest of the chair in which Josephine sat. the girl crawled to the spot that was indicated an knelt.