3 comments/ 25727 views/ 18 favorites New Slave Ch. 01 By: MarkusMarquis Foreword: First, I would like to thank each and every one of you readers for taking the time to purchase and read my book. I'm terrible at forewords, so I'll keep this quick and to the point. The book you are about to read contains the following. * Homosexual Scenes * Non Consensual Sex * Water Sports * Bondage * Whipping If any of these things offend you, do not worry, I will be more than happy to refund you your money. You may contact me on my Facebook Page or Fetlife Account Make sure you follow me to get access to free copies of future chapters of my books. Please enjoy! The Manic and Macabre Maison of Markus Marquis: New Slave Part 1 The high altitude air cleared Rose's lungs as she slowly made her way up the winding path to her final destination, Markess University located on the top of one of Switzerland's less known mountains. A gush of wind blew her bright red hair across her face covering her pale freckled face. On her back she had everything she would need for her year long stay at the relatively unknown university. In her knapsack included her makeup, clothes, phone, several hundred dollars in cash (however much that was in Switzerland currency) and a few condoms, because you could never be too safe. Rose could clearly see the high walls of the castle resting on top of the mountain. She knew a bit of the history surrounding this castle. Only a few hundred years ago this was constructed by a powerful warlord who used it as his base of power. During the many wars that were fought in the country with his vast armies, prisoners of war would be taken here to divulge their information on the enemy forces with many interrogations that always ended up spilling the truth amongst other things. Now the torture rooms had been turned into classrooms, the prison cells were luxurious apartments and the execution courtyard had various sports fields installed. Although the history of the place was unsettling, she had no doubt in her mind that it was going to be the best Freshman year ever. It was only 6 months ago that she decided to study abroad for her first year in college. If she was going to move away from home it might as well be far since she wasn't going to know anyone anyway. The majority of her friends had decided to take a year off and get jobs, travel or veg on the couch for a year. When she discovered the lack of motivation from her girlfriends she decided that she would either go big or go home. While perusing through schools abroad she noticed this particularly cute one in Switzerland. It had everything she could ever hope for in a school. Sports were highly encouraged, there was plenty of a social life for the students to enjoy, the food there was prepared by only the best chefs in the world and there were boys, boys and more boys. All of this seemed like a dream and truly it was because the tuition for the university rudely awoke her from her dream. Still determined, she decided to send in her application and essay to apply. Weeks went by with no response, but finally after a month she received the acceptance letter and to her surprise, found out she had been selected to receive one of the full-ride scholarships being offered. It took a full two days to settle down after receiving the wonderful news and before she knew it she was on a plane heading for the wonderful country of Switzerland. The bag started to grow too heavy on her weary shoulders that had been supporting the weight for the better part of two days so she took a seat on the ground and pulled off her boots to let her tired feet breathe in the cool mountain air which was not too warm or too cold. She rubbed them to start getting a bit of feeling back. Rose reached into her pocket and pulled out the international cell phone her father had given her before she left. It was a good idea to text them to let them know she had arrived safely, but whether it was the mountains or lack of towers, her cell phone read zero bars. So put it back into her front pocket and decided to send another text later. Maybe the town would have a tower if she ever visited it. She could probably use the school's phone as well. The school's website had said that the castle had a wonderful school program for the languages and French had always been one of the many things that she wanted to learn as a little girl, but she felt that the schools in France were not the ones she was looking for. Markess University had a smaller population, more focused teaching and promised fluency in the language by graduation, which meant a super easy degree to obtain. Not to mention the Swiss were notorious for vacation days which meant more traveling time in Europe. Getting there hadn't been easy especially with only three words of French, however the European school system had done its proper job in instructing English to its citizens so there was hardly any hassle communicating with countrymen and women who could easily correct Rose's English grammar mistakes. One particular moment in the journey stuck out in her mind when she first arrived in the little burgh at the base of the castle. No one had seem to ever have heard of Markess University before, however they knew about the castle, yet few were hesitant to speak about it. She wondered if it had to do with the history of the place. During her trip through the city Rose asked countless individuals if they could tell her anything about the daunting structure that sat up top on the mountainside. The answers she received varied from a loveable university to a place of horrible pain and torture to a complete enigma wrapped up in a puzzle. Needless to say, the villagers hadn't been very helpful. They all shared one thing in common though, no one was exactly quite sure what the castle was for. There was no congruent answer that everyone shared and this put a pit in the young woman's stomach. A large university as large as this one should have hundreds of students in the town walking around, even during class hours yet she had not run into a single student since she arrived in the small burgh. As she was giving up hope of obtaining any useful information about the castle a young woman a little older than herself provided some insight. With a strong French accent the woman explained a bit about the castle, "You know, I cannot say much about the castle, but only because I'm not allowed to. It will be difficult for you to get anyone here to speak about that chateau. Most don't know about what goes on in there. It's a very secretive educational institute" "Have you been there before?" Rose asked. "Yes, I was applying to be a student, however I failed the entrance exams and was rejected. It was my dream ever since I was little to attend the school, so when I didn't achieve my goal I lost hope and stayed here and found a job. Are you applying there?" "I've already been accepted, I think I start classes next week, I'm exactly sure how classes and registration work over here." The young girl cocked an eyebrow at Rose. "Are you sure you know where you're going?" Well at least it was an educational institution and that was a start, however when Rose asked a few more questions, the woman just said to go up there and speak with the Steward, they were sure to let her in. Before she left though she did obtain the name of the person who ran the school, a one-named Markus Marquis. That was all she was allowed to say, or wanted to, whatever the case was. Things had only gotten more strange since her arrival, but the curiosity got to Rose and she had already come this close. It's not as if there was any going back. Every last dollar she had saved was spent to get here as the tuition and scholarship would pay for her school only. Rose put her boots back on and finished the hike up to the front of the chateau. She had no idea what style the castle could even be called, but it seemed more Germanesque than French with its high towers that reached for the sky and large use of Gothic architecture. The closer she became, the more details of the large structure revealed themselves. Gargoyles sat on the edges of rivets that surrounded mortar towers that jutted out of various places, many that were built hundreds of years apart. Rose could also see small figures walking around on the top uniformly covered in black. She wondered if the uniforms for the school would also be covered by the tuition. After crossing a small bridge that connected the main castle across the gap that would ensure a plummet to death without its help, Rose reached the front gates that soared up more than five times her height (not that that was difficult only sitting at 5 foot 2 inches). There was no entry mechanism to be seen, not a handle, a bell nor an intercom so Rose knocked on the door bruising her knuckles as she did so. After two minutes she tried again, but before she reached her third knock the door cracked up open and she glimpsed into the large castle. She heard footsteps walking away from the door opening as she peeked her head into the room and saw a pair of fishnet stockings disappearing around the corner. "Uhm, excuse me. Have I arrived at the right place? Is this Markess University?" The footsteps kept receding as the echoes bounced around the cavernous entry room. Rose entered the room and set her things down. There was a front desk, unoccupied, a spiral staircase that led upwards at the side of the room and disappeared over a ledge adorned with intricate patterns on an iron bannister. The room did not look like it belonged to a University and the emptiness and lack of students caused her concern. It looked more like a receiving room for a hotel, only the name was up for grabsl. Rose called out once more for a response, but none came. Only her voice responded as it echoed around the mammoth room. She wasn't about to head all the way back down the mountain with her bags, not to mention she only had enough money to get a hotel room for one night. Switzerland was not a cheap place. Perhaps the school was not in session...on Monday...in September...at 10:00 AM. Once more, she called out again. "Hello, I'm new here and need to check-in. Is there someone who can help me?" A door opened out of site just around the corner in the hallway with sharp clicks coming out. A small wave of terror washed over her face as Rose's face met that of the figure who emerged from the cover of the wall. The figure was a well dressed man in a gray vest, white collared shirt and black slacks, but the part that scared her was the fact that he was massive standing at least 6" 5' and had a scowl that could curl your hair. Rose started to quake in her Ugg boots as the man slowly approached her, his scowl covering his face. The man spoke with a slight German accent which stereotypically matched his clean shaven face, long blonde hair and chiseled jaw. "You are not impressing me." Rose looked around the room wondering if he was addressing someone else. Not seeing anyone she turned back to the behemoth and remained speechless. "What was the first instruction you were given?" the giant said through clenched teeth. "I'm not sure. What instructions were those again?" Rose eked out. "The ones you received through email. The ones you were given to get here." Rose contemplated her acceptance letter. "Was it 'Call the Head Office in Advance' because I did that and no one answered so I figured I should just show up." The man turned his back to Rose and rubbed his forehead in frustration while Rose scrunched her face up in a mixture of confusion and nerves. The man said, his back still turned "So you didn't get the instructions I'm guessing. Doesn't matter, attention to detail is something you'll learn if you pass the entrance exam." There was no mention of an entrance exam on the application and yet that same woman in the town had spoken of it as well. "I'm sorry, I was not aware there was any sort of exam. I was told I was accepted in the letter." The man turned sharply back. "You're lucky you're not a student yet, because you've already broken about 100 rules in this school and I wouldn't want to see what your punishment would be." Punishment? What kind of University was this? Perhaps she should have researched if they still gave spankings in Switzerland at schools. But that would make no sense, since she was an adult. They cut off your hands for small crimes in some countries, Switzerland wasn't like that though...or was it? "Alright, from now on, I'm to be addressed as Steward. It's a term of respect and the name of my job as well as my title and from now you are only to refer to yourself as candidate until you become a full time student. Remember, you haven't taken the entrance exam yet so it's not confirmed. Nod if you understand me." Normally, in the USA, Rose would not have taken this kind of abuse. The man was rude and arrogant. He was also terrifying and it probably wasn't wise to anger him. Best to play along until she could find someone else to help her. Rose nodded to his request. "Good, maybe there's some hope for you after all. Follow me, leave your items here, you won't need them." The idea of leaving a bag with a box of condoms and other phallic feminine items for someone to discover was not at the top of her priority list, but now was not the time to be caught up on personal security, at least in that area. Rose set down her items and began to follow her new host into the bowels of the fortress/university. The castle really opened up as she followed the "Steward" down the hallway. Sunlight poured over her through sky windows that reached to the very top of the ceiling. A blend of artistic eras adorned the stone hallway in the form of paintings and sculptures. The whole hallway was a mixture of various painting, sculptures and bizarre metal works that came from different eras and ancient times. The paintings ranged from artistic nude to even more nude and less artistic and finally to just darn right disturbing. Not a single student painting was to be seen as far as she could tell, not that this place geared their attention towards art students. The Steward's massive back blocked her vision to their final destination. The two finally arrived at a medieval wooden door that reminded her of something that would have come from "Game of Thrones", her favorite TV show. The steward opened the door and ushered her in. The room was short and dimly lit by a single light that hung from a fixture at the top of the low ceiling. The room was smaller than her bedroom back home and only contained two chairs and a small wooden table. "Sit down there," the Steward said and pointed at an oddly shaped wooden chair. She obeyed and sat down in the uncomfortable seat that was lumpy, but gave her good posture while he sat down in the opposing chair, a much more plush and comfortable one. He then reached over with his massive arms and shut the door. "Alright, this is the first part of the examination. We try to weed out applicants who are not serious, but all the rules that we sent you on the letter...that you didn't read...apply. Just to refresh you memory here are the rules for all applicants." The whole situation was quickly becoming more unnerving, especially with the only door and exit being shut. She wondered if she shouldn't have made that phone call home sooner. "First rule, remember your place. You are an applicant applying to be a student and you will be respectful to your superiors which include me, the dean, the Examiner, any professors and of course the Marquis." Rose was content to hear familiar terminology that at least confirmed this place as a school. She was not familiar with the term "Marquis" or "Examiner", but there were plenty of titles in Europe that made no sense. The Steward continued, "Second, you must follow all rules and instructions to the 'T'. There is no room for interpretation, if you must ask a question to understand, please do so, but do not attempt to try anything on your own or face the consequences." Homework must be very specific in this place. They must not kid around when it comes to education. She wasn't quite sure if this place was going to be quite as liberal as she once thought. "The Third rule is there is no 'No'. You will be expected to do everything asked of you, if you don't agree to this the door is right there, you're free to leave, but if you want to join this prestigious institution I suggest you agree." Well, she wasn't about to leave and have nowhere to go, so it would be best to make the best of this situation. "Uhm, I agree," Rose said. "Good, and another rule, is always use proper titles candidate. I call you candidate, and you will address me as Steward, because that is my title. That goes for everyone. If you are not sure what their title is, use the word Sir or Madame. If they tell you their title after that, do not forget and use that title next time, understood candidate?" What sort of military like institution had she gotten herself into? Were all European schools like this? They did have to wear uniforms and school was a more serious thing here, but this was quickly becoming ridiculous. "Yes, Si....Steward." "Good, you'll need that quick wit to make it through the process. There are other rules, but as long as you follow those, the rest will come in good time." The man pulled out a pen from his pocket and drew out a sheet of paper that was tucked into his vest. He placed the materials on the desk and glanced over the contents before he spoke up again. "Candidate, I will ask you a series of questions, you are to answer them honestly. I am not looking for answers that please me, I'm looking for honesty. We will verify your answers personally so lying will only hurt you." Rose nodded curtly. "That would be a 'yes Steward'." "Oh, I'm sorry, yes Steward," Rose replied. The steward rubbed his face once again like back in the voyeur and spoke through his hands. "Do not apologize, it wastes time. Just do what I say." Rose thought it best not to answer and just 'do as he says' instead. The Steward then started his interview. "Tell me your Last name, birth date and last home address." "Last name is Jones, born 1995 January 1st and I don't remember my last address." The Steward furrowed his brow as he flipped through pages of his small pad of paper. "This can't be right," the Steward said staring down at the paper. "I'm sorry if I don't have my address off the top of my head, my mom had just moved before I came, but it's in my bag if you want..." The Steward interrupted her, "Your name is Rose, right?" "Uh...yes, but that's my first name. My last name is Jones." The Steward continued to stare at the paper cross checking different items before finally looking up. "Your birth date is off by two days and it says your last name is Rose, not your first. Why are you here again?" "I'm here for school. This is Markess University right?" Once again the Steward stared down at the sheet. "They must have made a mistake in the office. And it's pronounced Marquis and it's an Academy, not a University, though you'll hear it called everything in between. No, they probably just made a mistake with your paper, we'll fix it later. He moved down to the next item on the list. "We'll verify your details later, let's conclude with the interview. First, what was your previous position?" Previous position? Rose wasn't sure exactly what he was asking for. Before she arrived here she had worked as a server at a restaurant. "Well, my last 'job' was working as a server." The Steward jotted down some notes and said a few words under his breath. "Worked as a servant..." New Slave Ch. 01 He finished his notes and moved onto the next question. "What were your previous limits as a servant? What were you not willing to do? What did you feel uncomfortable with?" It was almost a bit humorous to hear a non-native English speaker mix-up words such as "servant" with server. In a way, that is exactly what she had been, but... "Well, as a server I couldn't stand being yelled at and sometimes I would refuse to service them if they were rude, even if it meant I wouldn't get to see the tip." The Steward rolled his eyes and raised his eyebrows, but Rose didn't care, she knew how rude people could be and did not mind at all if it cost her a bit of money. He continued on with his interview. "What is your proudest accomplishment at being a servant?" This was a toughy because there wasn't that much to BE proud about in the food industry. "Well, one time me and another girl had a large group of businessmen that we took care of all by ourselves. Normally it would have taken three or four others, but they left satisfied and even left us this huge wad." A small nod of approvement came from the Steward this time. Finally, she was getting his approval. "Alright candidate, one last question. What will you bring to this institute, how can you improve it and be the best student." She was ready for this one. Having written essays her whole life, this one came naturally. "Well Steward, I don't do anything unless I go in head first. Don't get me wrong, I've sucked a lot in the past, but I finished strong. I put others above me and do my best to make everyone feel comfortable when working with me. I'm an avid learner and do lots of extracurricular activity. Also I was a cheerleader so if there is a team here...oh wait, that's an American thing, well I can do the splits then." The Steward finished jotting down his notes and stood up putting his affairs back into his pockets. He maneuvered behind Rose and put his meaty hands on top of her slightly freckled shoulders. Rose's heart began to beat rapidly and wondered if this was just what people did in Switerzland to welcome people. "Candidate, I'll be honest. You're absolutely clueless as to what is expected of you, but I'm going to let you start the elimination round. If you're not a good pick, no harm done, we'll send you on your way, but I like the look of you. Maybe you just feel right, so it won't hurt to give you a chance." A small bead of sweat rolled down the side of Rose's face. "Uh, thank you Steward?" "Walk towards the lobby where we came from and go into the waiiting room across the way from where you entered. The door is similar to this one. You'll see it labeled as 'Candidate's Entrance'." The Steward started to leave, but Rose stopped him. "Uh, Steward, is there a lady's room nearby I can use?" "I suggest holding it for now. You'll be able to relieve yourself after you meet the others in the candidate room. Or, you should." Rose really hoped that his English was just a bit off, at either rate she hoped that her daily experiences here would not involve the "Steward" because his size was more intimidating than attractive at this point. Maybe if he smiled once in a while. The Steward left the room and went down an opposite hallway from where they had come and Rose made her way back to the room where she had first entered. She took a bit longer this time as she took her time and looked out the windows as she passed (one of the more modern features of the chateau) and gazed out at the mountain ranges covered in pristine white snow even though it was still September. She gazed at the artwork that she had missed on the way. Most of the women in the paintings were nude while some others were situated in more "artistic" positions that may not make it in many American universities. Of course this was Europe and everyone knew how much more liberal they were. Rose had even seen full nudity on the front of daily newspapers during her stop in Germany. On the way there she noticed her bags had been taken, which only caused more concern thinking about someone finding her more private and intimate things stored inside. However, during her little journey she did not see the door labeled "Candidate's Entrance". She saw doors for cabinets that looked like the interview room's door, but nothing that was labeled... She stopped as she walked by the cabinet door again, barely tall enough for a dog to fit through and saw on a golden plaque the wording "Candidate's Entrance". There had to be a mistake though, this wasn't a door, it was barely a drawer, but it did have the correct writing. Rose lowered herself down to her knees and grasped the brass handle with her delicate freckled white hand and pulled gently on it. The locking mechanism clicked and the door swung open to reveal a long black tunnel that funneled a cool breeze through that caused her sparkling blue eyes to squint. Was this some sort of joke? In order to go into this door she would have to crawl through on her hands and knees with god knew what on the other side. She bent down and poked her head into the "doorway" and looked in to see a small amount of daylight shining down towards the end. She lowered herself down on all fours and crawled in a few feet until her eyes adjusted. It was almost like being in a mine shaft with pokey wooden floors, ceilings and walls. "There's no way, this must be a joke. Some sort of hazing. I'm out of here. I'll just go backpacking, I'll start school next year." Rose began to back out when she felt a familiar meaty hand on her posterior. Rose let out a squeak and pushed back into the hand to get out of the tunnel, but the hand pushed her forward onto her face. The door then slammed behind her sealing her escape route. Panic overtook Rose as she turned around and kicked at the door to no avail. "Please, let me out! Let me out! Hello? Steward? Please let me out! I want out!." This couldn't be happening? What was this place? Was she being kidnapped? All she knew was she had to get out by any means. A low gravelly voice came from behind the sealed door, she had heard it before, but she couldn't remember where. "Calm down Rose. You're fine. This is a scary part, but you have it in you to finish. Everything will be alright. I believe in you, I wouldn't let you get this far unless I was sure you could do this. Alright?" Everything in Rose's heart told her to scream, to run away, to get the fuck out of here, but there was something soothing in the mysterious voice that said to keep going. But wait! Rose remembered she still had her cell phone with her. She pulled it out, but found there wasn't any reception, not that there would be any in a mountain range. Nevertheless, she sent a text back to her parents as it was an international cell phone (one of the only reasons she was allowed to go in the first place) knowing that it would be sent as soon as there was reception. She didn't want to alarm her parents though if this turned out to be a joke and there was a welcoming party on the other side so she simply typed "Please Contact me ASAP". That could mean anything, but if she didn't respond they would send for help. She shut her cell phone and sighed and heard the Steward walking away again. She would have to go forward and hope for the best, but now her bladder brought her attention back as it started to push against her insides making its problem known. Rose continued through the tunnel on her hands and knees, her rump bumping the walls each time she took a step forward through the enclosed tunnel. She began to hear voices coming from the end of the wooden encasement and there was...laughter? The sound of laughing boys and girls came as welcome news to her ears. That's all it was wasn't it? It was a prank for all new students. She could imagine all the hijinks that these people got into. It was a friendly atmosphere with a goofy Steward, whatever the hell that was. She started picturing it in her mind. She would emerge from the tunnel and see the Steward with the professors and students. "Oh Rose, you should have seen your face when you got here. Everyone was hiding behind the desk laughing their butts off," the Steward would say (assuming they all spoke English). He would be the comical jokester that gave everyone a hard time and she would join in with them the next time a student showed up. She neared the end of the tunnel and sure enough she crawled into a spacious well lit room, almost like a church auditorium with floor to ceiling windows and a ceiling that descended towards one side of the room from the majestic windows. The view was spectacular, even better than the one in the hallway with majestic mountains and the villages below. The students already gathered were of similar age which included three girls, and four young men making eight altogether with Rose. They were talking in various languages and standing in a circle laughing when they noticed Rose. "Hey, fellow candidate!" yelled a blonde haired, blue eyed boy with hair down to his shoulders. He walked over to Rose and offered his hand, pulling her to his feet. "You're the last one, we can get started now. How was your trip, did you enjoy yourself?" Everything came so fast. These people seemed to be expecting her, and were excited to see her. She couldn't make out the words coming out of some of their mouths, some spoke French, others German and two were speaking Japanese. "So are you excited," the blonde hair boy said again. "Uhm, yes, yes I suppose so," replied Rose, still clueless as what was happening. "Well, they should arrive soon, so if you're thirsty please have something to drink." The blonde boy had such kind eyes, and was handsome, with a boyish face, almost feminine. It may be a bit too soon, but Rose thought she might already have her first crush. The other students varied in size and appearance. They seemed too preoccupied in their own conversations to notice Rose ogling them. The blonde hair blue eyed boy was tall, probably 5' 11, it was difficult to tell being a full foot shorter. He was slender and wore a tight t-shirt that showed his muscular wiry frame. He had an American accent that came from somewhere in the midwest, so not exactly a foreigner. There were two students that had dark black hair and pale skin. At first she thought they were Chinese, but heard distinct Japanese which she recognized from thousands of hours of japanese cartoons. The girl had long black hair that fell to her butt and was braided tightly and fixed what looked like an ornate hair piece that weaved itself in and out of the braid, while the boy had long hair as well that reached his shoulders. They were speaking adamantly about something in Japanese, something she hoped to understand at the end of the year if she took any Japanese courses. Rose spotted two toe-heads in the group speaking in German, one boy and one girl. She expected their accents to be harsher but was surprised by the subtleness of German. They were both giggling about something. The boy had a clean and preice haircut with a small wave at the part, sort of like a 60s haircut. He had a pale complexion as did the girl who had a pixie-cut. She almost looked like a Disney princess, like Tinkerbell. Both had eyebrows so blonde it made them look like neanderthals with bare brows. The final couple were black, but spoke French. Rose remembered that they spoke French in Western Africa from one of her dreadfully boring geography classes, but she was glad she retained that bit of information. The boy was large and muscular while the female was more petite and had dreadlocks reaching halfway down her back. Although she had slender shoulders and a tiny waist, her backend should have had a "wide-load" sign hanging from it. The girl had a booty and by the look of her face, an attitude to match. Everyone was attractive and slender, which was most likely a European thing, minus Africa. Everyone was attractive, but her. Rose felt self-conscious standing in front of such beautiful people while she had a little butt, little breasts, a plain pale face, ginger hair and freckles. Even her blue eyes couldn't compare to those of the German. She was inadequate, which would only make finding a boyfriend that much more of a challenge. Rose's bladder acted up again reminding her that it desperately needed to relieve itself. "Excuse me, sorry, I don't even know your name, but do you know where the bathroom is..?" asked the blonde American boy. Before the blonde boy could respond a tiny bell rang from behind two large wooden doors at the front of the room. At that instant, everyone in the room stopped their conversation and walked towards the front of the large auditorium lined up, and sat down in a peculiar position staring at the wooden doors. Everything had happened so fast, Rose could only stand there looking flabbergasted at the spectacle. All the candidates/students were sitting on their haunches with perfect posture, their hands laid face up on top of their legs. It reminded her of a cult how quickly they accomplished the task. Not a word was uttered in the room. Not one of them budged a muscle. The main doors swung open to reveal the Steward once more, but this time he was accompanied by two other people. On his right, Rose's left, an older woman, maybe around the age of 40 walked in and what Rose saw caused her mouth to drop so much she almost kicked it. The woman was wearing something out a BDSM movie. She wore thigh high hooker boots with heels that looked more like knives than any footwear she had ever seen. She wore black undergarments that were clipped to stockings that poked their heads out of the top of the leather boots. She wore a leather bra and latex gloves that covered all the way up to her mid-arms and carried a riding crop in both hands. What stood out the most though was her leather corset that was set so tightly pulled she almost looked cartoonish with such a small waste that contrasted with her wide hips. Her breasts were enormous, but that could have been a result of the corset pushing and popping them up. What was even more terrifying was what was attached to the leash she had in her right hand. The leash wound down and connected to a creature entirely clad in latex that wore a mask that blocked his/her mouth, eyes and ears and only let a small hole reveal his/her nose, most likely for breathing. It crawled around on the floor and leaned slightly against the mistress's legs nuzzling its head against her thigh like a dog. Her eyes met directly with Rose who had already begun a cold sweat, frozen in place. "You were right Steward, this one is totally clueless, isn't she?" "Yes Examiner. I think she hasn't been trained well, probably thought this was going to be a summer camp for sluts," he replied. Her voice had a clear and crisp quality that seemed to slice Rose's very soul. She was prude and elegant and it terrified Rose to her core. She reminded her of a school marm from a time long past. "What, what is going on? What is this place? I don't understand, is this still part of the joke because it's not funny," stammered Rose. She began to back up and then realized the only way out was through the doors in front of her as she was certain that the door in the tunnel was still locked tight. "Candidate. I'm going to give you five seconds to assume the position they are in or I'm going to start whipping the living shit out of you. And I'm not sure if you've ever been whipped with a riding crop, but it's no fun," said Examiner through clenched teeth. "What? I'm sorry, I have to get out of here, I have..." blubbered Rose, starting to lose her cool, tears beginning to leak out of the corner of her eyes. "Five....four...," Examiner started her countdown. Without thinking, unsure of what would really happen, Rose rushed up and assumed the same position as the other students, sitting on her feet hands face up on her legs, legs spread. At least this way, this intimidating woman, her "pet", and the Steward couldn't whip her. "You see? She's stupid, but does what she's told," said the Steward letting out a little chuckle. "Good, now there are no more warnings Candidate. If you make a mistake, you will feel my whip." Rose could only sit in the awkward position she was assigned and wait for what happened next. If she tried to run she wasn't sure what would happen. The idea of being raped was a very real possibility and she had thought about it often being an 18 year old girl all by herself traveling in Europe.. She tried thinking of an escape plan, but the terror paralyzing her body left her inactive and unable to think past the immediate. "First off Candidates, I would like to welcome you to the Marquis's Academy for Sluts or Servants, whatever you want to call it. You have all come from different backgrounds from various parts of the globe. You have different families, beliefs, and customs. You're all different, but that ends today. Today, you are all candidates for the Great Markus Marquis. You all want to serve his most highest and be the best servants you can be, that's why you're here, but first you must prove yourselves. First, I want you to tell me your names." Examiner pointed at the blonde haired blue eyed boy with her riding crop. She lifted his face gently with the end of it. "You boy, what's your name," she asked through smiled lips. Even in her sheer terror, Rose could see the sexual attraction being projected from Examiner to this unknown boy. "Eric, Examiner," he replied, emotionless. The Examiner smiled and started to stroll around the room. She walked behind him and ran her latex fingers through his straw colored hair and pulled them together in her fingers and yanked them up which made the boy emote a soft moan. "No, you, as well as the rest of you, will be given new names here which I have the privilege to assign. And since there are eight wonderful candidates here, I know just what to call you." She pulled his hair back a bit more and spoke into his ear, "I'll call you Rhodes, after the great wonder of the world, the Colossus in Rhodes. Do you like that?" He nodded and uttered "Yes, Examiner, thank you." She released his hair and instantly he resumed his position. There was almost a brainwashed quality about him, Rose turned her head to the left to see the Examiner better. "I wouldn't," whispered Steward which made Rose slowly move her head back in front of her limiting her vision. She couldn't be certain exactly what she could do, what was considered wrong in their eyes. For now she could only do what she was told. Her captors had all the cards and it looked like she would have to play their game in order to avoid any consequences. She continued to go down the line naming each one, one-on-one. The Japanese boy she named Alex. The Japanese girl Artemis. The German girl Hali. The German boy Zeus. The Black boy Giza. The Black girl Baby. One by one she had named all the young adults. Some she treated with interest, others she passed over. Rose could hear just in her voice that she preferred the boys to the girls quickly naming off the young women's names while taking her time finding just the right one for the males. Finally, Examiner arrived to where Rose was sitting. "Hmm, I just realised there are only seven wonders of the world, not eight. So what am I to call you? To be honest I didn't think you would pass this first test, so I didn't plan on giving you a name. Tell you what, you pass this first round and I'll let you pick your own name. Sound good?" Almost on reflex Rose replied "Yes Examiner." It came out without her wanting to, but at this moment she did not want to anger the woman with a weapon or the Steward who was three times her size. It scared her how quickly she was adapting to the situation, not that she wasn't glad her instincts were keeping her out of trouble. New Slave Ch. 01 "Well then, let's begin this first test. It's quite simple, if you want to pass this round you just can't be the loser. There are eight of you, but only seven will get to proceed. If you don't pass, then you're out and you must leave this place, never to return again." Had Rose heard that right? If she gets last place in whatever this task is, she's free to leave? Oh joyous day! Being that she had no clue what all this was anyway, she would just have to put up with this task, fail it and leave. Even if the task was something ridiculous she didn't care, because not doing it would surely make her fail meaning her ticket to freedom. "You will be asked to do many things in your service to the Great Marquis, but only those with some experience will be accepted to become experts in courses here and we only want those who are serious and willing to go that extra...inch," said Examiner, saying the last word with a little giggle. "Up!" she commanded to her latex covered pet. The wo/man stood up straight as the Examiner bent over and unzipped a zipper that surrounded the creature's crotch. She reached in and pulled out a small mound of metal and flesh. At first Rose could not tell what she was seeing, but after a second she could make out the shape which caused a new cold sweat to start developing on her brow. The Examiner had pulled out (now clearly) the man's penis which was locked inside a restraint. The man's balls were squeezed through a small ring, whether they were forced through the small ring or the ring had clamped around his ball sack was unclear, but it looked uncomfortable to be sure. A small padlock was attached to the plastic mechanism that contained the man's tiny shaft and glans. Without a key, it was clear that the mechanism could not be opened. The man's penis began to grow and push against the restraints. The creature let out a grunt that was muffled by the leather mask. "Quiet or I'll beat you again," said the Examiner. She pulled a key out of her top and began to unlock the mechanism. "Let this be a lesson to you. This is a GIMP, he has no name. He is not allowed to take off his suit, because it is now his skin. He must hope that I remember to let him potty because he is no longer allowed to speak or do anything without my telling him. There are many GIMPs here that must do our bidding and the reason why there are GIMPs are because they are being punished for doing the most heinous of crimes, which I will not get into here. Once you're a GIMP you're always a GIMP until death do you part. So don't fall into that trap. Understood?" Everyone, including Rose answered unanimously with a "Yes, Examiner." Now was definitely not the time to mess up which made Rose rethink whether or not she wanted purposely fail. The Examiner removed the lock with a click and the man's penis was free, his balls still contained within the ring. The GIMP's penis had begun to swell making the small purple lines from its session with the contraption dissipate. The Examiner reached down and started tugging on its balls sharply to accelerate its growth which it responded to with vigor. After another thirty seconds the GIMP's cock stood straight up at an impressing length and sizeable girth. "You don't fucking cum. You don't deserve to cum you piece of shit," Examiner spitted at the GIMP knowing full well he couldn't respond, at least with something intelligible. "Go get the mask, if you would," The Examiner whispered to the Steward. He nodded and bobbed out of the room. The Examiner turned to face the candidates. "The first task is simple. If you ever wish to please someone, male or female, your mouth, tongue and throat are going to be your greatest tools. They simulate a vagina or asshole and can please any part of the human body with ease, if used correctly. Your asses, cocks and pussies are for them to enjoy as they like. However, your mouths and throats are yours to control directly, although if they wanted to fuck your fucking mouths you better believe they fucking could, understood?" Another chorus of 'Yes Examiner'. "This first test is easy for those with experience," continued Examiner. "Raise your hand if you have ever sucked cock before." Everyone except Rose raised their hand. To be honest, although she was looking forward to a boyfriend, emphasis on 'was', she had never even seen a naked boy in real life. It was pathetic she knew, but that's what she was hoping to correct on this trip. Before the Examiner could see her she moved on. "I thought so. Well you're going to have a chance right now. The GIMP is going to have a bit of a reward, not that he should. I am going to pass out eight different colored lipsticks. Each one will be assigned to one of you where you will apply it and wait for further instructions. Pick one, go." She reached into her bottomless corset once more and tossed the eight different colors which represented all the colors of the rainbow. The candidates scrambled for a color each picking one, leaving a single turquoise one left for Rose. She applied it to her lips while the others took their time in making sure it was perfect. She could only imagine what she was going to have to do with lipstick and a nine inch cock. She wasn't stupid after all, but now her survival instincts had started to kick in. There were only two possibilities here, win or lose. In order to leave she had to participate, but lose. There was no certain possibility that losing would make her a GIMP as they said she could leave if she lost, but maybe losing on purpose might. The others there seemed to want to be here at least, and since she would go last she would just have to barely lose. Having never sucked a penis before it probably wouldn't be too difficult to lose to people who adamantly liked doing it. The plan was set then to lose, but to attempt whatever it was required of them. Everyone had applied their lipsticks, and to Rose's surprise the boys' lipsticks were better applied than her own. Perhaps it was just nerves, not that she was trying to have her lipstick look good or compete with the others. The Steward re-entered the room having finished his task. In his hand was a gas mask, not unlike those Rose had seen in history books, with a tube connected to the part that filtered air and another similar tube not attached to anything. "The test is simple. Who can go down the furthest on the GIMPs cock without throwing up all over the Marquis's beautiful carpet. If you throw-up you lose, if you go down the least, you also lose. Go down on his dick as deep as you can go. If you know you can't go down deeper that's when you mash your lips together on his cock and leave your mark, that is how we will measure your capabilities. No teeth, he may be a dirty GIMP, but I don't want a mess. It's straightforward, but if you have questions ask them now." The Examiner looked around the room, and without thinking Rose uttered the question that she immediately regretted. "If we lose, we're really allowed to go free?" This caused a toothy grin from the Examiner, the Steward, and maybe even the GIMP. "Of course, but not before the Loser's Prize." Before Rose could ask what the loser's prize was, the Examiner indulged. "It would be so terrible if we had you come out all this way, auditioned, went through these grueling tests and then left empty handed. So we came up with a solution to our dilemma. The losers get a sort of consolation prize. Let me demonstrate." She waved her hands at the Steward who presented her with the tube that was not attached to the gas mask. The Examiner reached over to the GIMP and popped off a disc that was connected to his mouth revealing a small breathing hole. Through the hole you could hear the ragged breaths that escaped from the tortured creature. She pushed the tube into the hole until it clicked. "Unzip me," she commanded the GIMP. From this angle, Rose could see that the GIMP's eye mask had tiny holes perforating the entirety of it, which probably allowed him to see small details or shapes, but nothing more. The Examiner turned away from the candidates and placed her hands on her hips as the GIMP crouched down, his throbbing erection bobbing up and down, and unzipped the zipper to her latex bottom. "Ottoman!" the harsh mistress commanded to the GIMP once more and he bowed down to his hands and knees. The mistress sat down on the GIMP like a piece of furniture, still facing away from the candidates hiding her exposed front. "Nose!" she commanded once more and the GIMP obeyed by plugging his nose with his free hand while balancing his body with the other, still maintaining a seat for the harsh Examiner. From this angle, Rose could see the GIMP's bobbing erection descend between his legs, his balls tight from the cool atmosphere and just a small glimpse of his perfectly shaved taint leading up to his anus which was blocked by his suit. "Now the lucky loser who fails at this competition will receive the same treatment, but a much larger dose from all the winners." The sadistic woman took the other end of the tube and placed it against her front which was still hidden from Rose's sight. Examiner started to moan as a clear white liquid moved through the tube and pushed its way through towards the GIMPs mask. The sound was almost mesmerising as it hit the tube, like someone hushing others in a library for speaking too loudly. Rose could only look on as she watched what was clearly the Examiner's piss fill the tube. She realized now that there was no easy way out and felt her drop heart along with her hope. The GIMP made muffled screams as the first bit of urine made it into his mask. His hand never moved from his nose meaning he would drown unless he let go, pulled out the tube...or swallowed. He chose the latter as his neck muscles made the sickly noise of gulping down every drop that came his way. The Examiner's piss continued through its tunnel for several more seconds. Its durity would explain its color. She probably drank several bottles of water before arriving just to illustrate the point. The GIMP stopped his screaming and dedicated his time to drinking the piss before he suffocated. Rose watched the last bit of urine get sucked into the mask before the Examiner let him let go of his nose. The GIMP gasped for breath as she stood up and zipped up her front. "Feel better?" laughed the Steward. "Absolutely," she replied. "So, who feels like losing?" ***************************************************************** The terror up to this point had seemed like a mole hill compared to the mountain that Rose now faced. The GIMP had just finished his task of drinking his mistress's urine and Rose could not tell the state of the GIMP due to the mask that covered his face, but he dutifully stayed in the same position as he was ordered, waiting for further instruction. Examiner turned to face the group once more, her shame covered by her black shielded panties. She kept a small smirk on her face that revealed her sick satisfaction, her sadism. Yet the other candidates did not reveal their true feelings if they had any. All seemed to be frozen in time, keeping their emotions in check. Rose was not quite as skilled as her counterparts with sheer terror stretched upon her pale freckled face. The moment reminded her of horror movies of young ladies traveling throughout Europe and the fantastical part about it, the parts that could not possibly happen, only the sick authors of the world could create to strike terror in the heart of the young American public. Yet here she was. There was no fantasy about it. She was in a horror film plain and simple. "To reiterate, those who go down the deepest win, while the loser receives this wonderful consolation prize," continued the sadistic Examiner. "Back!" shouted the Examiner and the GIMP dutifully obeyed returning to her side standing up right at attention, his cock bobbing up and down as if agreeing with her. It astonished Rose how quickly someone could go from torture back to nonchalant. Had he enjoyed drinking his master's piss? Perhaps this was so common in his life it was just a small bump in a very long and bumpy road. "There is a special prize involved with this activity, for those who wish to go beyond. Of course, there will be someone who gets first place and I believe that go-getter should be rewarded, so pay attention." If the prize was getting to leave Rose would gladly choke on a cock to win her independence, the founding fathers did far more for it. It's not like she hadn't imagined sucking a cock before, that was on her to-do list while she was here. At least it was... The Examiner pulled out a sheet of paper adorned with a variety of smiley face stickers from her bodices and showed them to the candidates. "These are your taint markers. You take one off, put the smiley face down on your tongue and attempt to put it on the back of the GIMPs balls. It's simple, just put his cock in your mouth and down your throat without using your tongue, if you reach the base, move your tongue forward and lift up and press against the back of his balls. It should stick and prove you are a cock-sucking whore." The idea seemed simple enough, so it was a good thing that it wasn't a goal that Rose wanted to do any time soon. "Just as there is a special prize for losing, which sounds delicious to me. There is also a special prize for winning and an extra special prize for the sticker holder. If you end up getting first, your prize is immunity for the next round." Fat chance she wanted that. "That means even if you come dead last in the next competition, you will still be saved and move on to round three, no punishment...oops, I mean consolation prize. However, that doesn't mean you shouldn't try because this rule will apply until the last round meaning you could be immune for the entirety of the competition. For the sticker prize, that is to be revealed only if someone achieves it." All these words meant nothing to Rose, all she had to do was lose, and drink everyone's urine...which was not an option. The other option was to not lose and continue on with the competition and then lose and probably suffer an even worse fate. Rose's heart had not stopped beating since this started and she felt alert and fatigued at the same time. Should she just bolt for the door? What would happen if she attempted to escape? Why was this even happening, how was this not rape? Did the police in the village know about this place or perhaps they were paid off. Why were these candidates subjecting themselves to this. Was it all voluntary? Who in their right mind would choose to do this on their own whim. Her thoughts were interrupted as the Examiner made new commands. "Come now, let's not waste time, here is the new order for cock-sucking. I want you to kneel on your knees, mouths opened, tongues out and looking at me in the eyes. Put your arms behind your back and grab your elbows. Do not move from that position until I instruct you. I want you to organize from darkest to lightest. You have ten seconds and then I start whipping ass." Once more, a flurry of movement happened as the candidates moved quickly and assumed the assigned position while Rose stayed still, shell-shocked. The good thing was because of her pale skin, she didn't need to move as others moved around her. Rhodes bumped into her as he positioned himself to her side and under his breath whispered "move". Something about his voice, a normal human quality jumpstarted her system. It was an ally's voice, someone that might care for her well-being that made her move, not the command of the devilish Examiner. On instinct, Rose's body moved and assumed the position, her little pink tongue already beginning to dry as it hung over her pale lips that had since been drained from fear. The candidates had successfully lined up from darkest to lightest starting with the two African candidates, then the darker skinned Japanese duo, the Germans and finally the Americans, at least Rose thought Rhodes was American. Each one stood on their knees motionless ready to give up their mouths to their Examiner. The vibe in the room was dead silent. Only the heavy breathing of the GIMP could be heard either from the excitement of getting his cock swallowed or lack of air through the mask. The Steward looked up and down the line. He nodded his head in approvement. His gaze fell upon Rose and he began to chuckle covering his face habitually, obviously a tick. "Look at the one at the end. I'm looking down the line seeing perfectly obedient faces and then hit that one, she looks so comedic in comparison. Take a chill pill, you're about to suck cock, I thought you liked that." The Examiner looked down towards Rose's end of the line and let out a snort. "You won't make it far candidate. Why are you even here? I could tell ever since you came here you were totally unprepared. Do you even want to be here?" Was this a way out? Did she want her to answer. Rose figuratively kept her mouth shut, afraid of what would happen should she open it, figuratively as it was already in the open position. The Examiner continued to stare at her raising her eyebrows. After a few seconds, she started to glare. "You had better fucking answer me and be honest or I will whip your ass until it bleeds," she said through clenched teeth. This was her chance, the time she had been waiting for. Maybe this was her ticket out before the competition began. She wouldn't have to drink the candidate's urine, she wouldn't have to suck the GIMPs cock. She could leave, attend a few months of therapy and finally forget about this god forsaken place. Even if it meant getting a few smacks across the bum it was worth it to voice her thoughts. "Yes ma'am. I'm not supposed to be here. I actually signed up to come here for language learning. I'm in totally the wrong place and I promise not to say anything if you just let me go, please! I don't know what any of this is, I just walked into the wrong place at the wrong time." Rose obviously struck a chord as the Steward stared speechless at her along with the Examiner. The Examiner still gazing at Rose walked over, never breaking eye contact and bent down until she was eye level with Rose. "What did you say?" the Examiner asked with great intense unblinking eyes. "Ma'am, I was just saying that I'm not supposed to be here, this is all a mistake." The Examiner stood up to her full height, further augmented by her shoes and spread her legs about a foot apart from each other. "Put your head between my legs," ordered the Examiner. A confused Rose looked up at the Examiner. Had her words fallen on deaf ears? Did they fully know she wasn't supposed to be here? "Now!" screamed the Examiner and Rose complied and moved forward between the woman's legs which immediately clamped down on her pale frail neck and squeezed tightly, slightly cutting off her air supply. Rose gave small coughs from the shock of the movement. "Shut up, you little cunt. You listen to me here. I don't care why you're here, if it's a mistake or not. While anyone, and I mean anyone in here with the exception of the Marquis, calls me anything but my proper title they will suffer consequences. I am not a "Ma'am" just as you are not anything. You are a candidate, the lowest of the low here. You must prove yourself to receive any respect. You have shown me disrespect and you have invoked my wrath." The riding crop came down and made a satisfying "thwock". The most excruciating pain Rose had ever experienced in her life shot up from her ass cheek through her spine and finally into her brain as she let out a howl. Rose pushed back with her hands on the Examiner's legs, but her thick thighs kept her firmly in place and squeezed a bit more on her neck making it even more difficult to move. New Slave Ch. 01 The riding crop made another blow on her ass leaving another pink welt that was slowly matching the purple one that had been made a few seconds before. Tears began to well up in Rose's eyes as the Examiner continued her assault whipping her ass over and over again with the device crafted for horses. Rose felt humiliated and paralyzed with pain. Her small round white butt had now turned into a strawberry under her cargo shorts as the Examiner released her. Rose fell over in a pool of her tears grabbing her rear end and howling on the floor sobbing uncontrollably. The other candidates stayed put, not even turning a head to come to her aid. The GIMP certainly did not move and the Steward was still laughing at her incredulity. Rose felt betrayed by humanity in general and realised what rape victims felt; alone, dirtied and humiliated. "You're such a pathetic little bitch. You can't even take a licking when you've made a mistake. Now, what is my title cunt?" She didn't care anymore though. Rose had reached her limit, but was too paralyzed to run, afraid of what would happen. Perhaps if she just lied there, they would finally give up, realize she wasn't where she was supposed to be and move on, letting her go. However, this wish did not come true as the Examiner fished her white fingers through Rose's strawberry colored hair and yanked her up to her knees. Rose experienced even more pain as she felt a few of her hairs disconnect from her scalp. "Say it! What is my title? Your ass isn't the only thing I can beat. We'll be here all day until you learn your lesson!" screamed the Examiner two inches from Rose's face. Flecks of saliva shot from her mouth and landed on Rose's face who scrunched her face in a useless attempt to block the assault. "Examiner. Your title is Examiner, Examiner," mewed Rose. "Jesus Christ, was that hard? Now get back in line." Rose's automatic drive complied as she returned to her position, humiliated, bruised and terrified. The Examiner returned to her previous position, completely ignoring Rose's earlier statement. She grabbed the GIMP's leash and jerked him over to the black boy. The black boy, recently named Giza, was probably the most masculine of the group with bulging muscles that rippled underneath his coal black skin. His straight white teeth and bleached eyes greatly contrasted against the rest of his body. His tongue hung out of his mouth as he made eye contact with the Examiner. "Giza. Are you ready?" asked the Examiner. Giza's eyes moved back and forth from the cock dangling in front of his face and back to the Examiner. "Yes Examiner," he replied barely containing his anticipation. The Examiner removed a smiley face sticker from the sheet of paper and placed it face down on the tip of his tongue. She then positioned the GIMP in front of Giza until its penis's head was a mere inch away from his tongue. "Whenever you're ready." The Examiner bent down and moved juxtaposition to the spectacle to get a front row seat. Rose turned her eyes to the left and barely saw the duo in the corner of her eyes. She turned her head slightly to see while the rest of the candidates looked forward, awaiting their turn. The Steward was too distracted by the upcoming event to bother looking in Rose's direction. Giza had chosen a bright yellow lipstick to contrast with his darker lips. He slowly moved his head forward, his tongue low to avoid bumping the sticker too soon and finally eased his mouth over the throbbing cock of the GIMP. His thick lips slide slowly over the cock, gliding with ease. He closed his eyes, his face giving away the sheer joy he was experiencing. Deeper and deeper he went until he reached halfway down the 9-inch cock and closed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows. Tears started to well up in his eyes as he gagged. The sticker fell from the tip of his tongue and floated to the ground. There would be no special prize for him today. However he had not mashed his lips against the GIMP's cock so he was not finished. Giza continued for another half-inch before he started to dry heave. Before he could vomit he mashed his lips down at about the six inch mark and pulled back coughing and sputtering spittle out of his mouth. "That's about six inches. Not too bad, but not good, it's a good thing the red headed bitch is here otherwise you'd be out for sure." Gize hung his head in defeat, a frown framing his face. The Examiner stood up and pulled the GIMP over to the next person. Rose quickly moved her head forward, but kept her eyes on Giza who had resumed his previous position. Although he regained his composition and was looking forward again, she could clearly see the disappointment on his face. The GIMP received a small treat when the Examiner reached down and tugged on his nine inch cock to spread out the gobs of saliva left from Giza. She then moved to the girl from the unknown African country and positioned the GIMP in his previous position. The black girl, named Baby, shared many of the same characteristics as Giza, but was much smaller in size with slender arms, small breasts and long braided black hair. Her eyes sucked in light revealing no colors but a deep tar black. Her lips were full, almost bursting and quivered with the cock dangling in front of them. "Come on Baby, show momma what you can do," the Examiner said, teasing the small girl in front of her. The Examiner placed another smiley sticker on the tip of her tongue. Baby had chosen a bright red lipstick as her marker. Without losing any time, and moving without instruction, Baby lunged forward and chose a speedier approach. As long as she didn't puke she could quickly place the stick on the back of his balls and pull back. Her approach was working quite well too, until she reached the same point Giza stopped before and her eyes started to well up and forehead furrow. Baby didn't stop though, but slowed down considerably as she pushed forward. At the seven inch mark she started to dry heave and coughed thick creamy saliva onto the base of the GIMPs cock. Baby started to make long drawn out gagging noises that made Rose start to dry heave herself. Rose always got sick hearing others get sick. Baby made one last lunge towards the base of his balls and lifted her tongue up, but only made it to the base of his cock before she mushed down with her lips and pulled back coughing up spittle all over the floor. Her mark was a good half-inch further than Giza's currently putting him in last place. Going last was clearly the best place to be being able to see your competitors marks before you. Everyone was vying for the sticker prize, but it was comforting to the other candidates knowing they couldn't possibly lose now. Although Baby hadn't beaten Giza by much, it was enough to secure her position in the next round and the relief was evident. The Examiner reached down and tugged on the GIMP's cock a few more times and moved over to the next one. "Well, it looks like Baby is in the lead and Giza might not make it. Let's see how well Alex does." The duo stopped this time in front of the darker skinned asian named Alex. Rose was certain he was from Japan and would have to ask him after this event. Wait, what was she thinking? She didn't care if she ever knew his name, she just wanted to get the fuck out of here. Rose's mind refocused on the task of escaping. It didn't matter how well everyone did after all, that curiosity was best never fulfilled. There wasn't a lot of options available to her. Either drink the pee, run or keep going and win. Drink, run, win. Drink, run, win. Drink, run or win. Running was the only option in the end. She had already told them her predicament and they hadn't let her go. She had no doubt they would let her leave if she drank the urine, but she gagged once more with the thought of guzzling down other people's piss and with that large of quantity. Her attention snapped back at the situation at hand. Alex had already surpassed Baby and Giza and reached the base of the cock, but when he reached his tongue out to place the sticker it slipped from his tongue. Without a reaction, he mashed his lips down with his green lipstick placing him in the lead. He retracted and went back to his position having been the only candidate not to have gagged, an expert indeed. The sweat was visible on Giza's face and had began to converge into large streams and travel down the front of his shirt. Rose's only guess why he wasn't at the same level of panic as her, was probably because he knew she was going to lose. The cock came closer and closer to Rose and still she didn't have a plan. Her legs froze unable to respond, her obedience was her greatest foe. The process kept repeating with Artemis next. She came close to beating her asian counterpart, but began to throw up so she quickly left her mark and pulled back before being disqualified, her mark still beat Giza though. After her was the light haired German boy Zeus and then Hali. Both had unremarkable feats, but were unsuccessful with knocking Alex off of his throne. Giza still was left back in the dust. Finally, the GIMP had arrived within an arm's reach away. His cock dangled in front of Rhodes face and bumped into the tip of the pretty boy's nose every time blood throbbed through its swelled purple veins. Rhodes kept a calm face with his tongue out, while Rose had already started to feel the ache in her jaw, her tongue dried out. "I've heard a lot about you candidate. I'm curious to see how you do," purred the Examiner as she reached down and placed the smiley face sticker on the tip of his tongue. "Now be a good little boy and suck the cock." Almost like lightning Rhodes shot forward, the penis penetrating deep into his throat. Rhodes used the speed to overcome the natural gagging reflex. It was almost as if the GIMP's cock did not make physical contact as Rhodes opened up his throat. Before she could even blink, Rose saw the edge of the smiley face sticker poking out behind the GIMPs perfectly shaved ball sack. And just like that, Rhodes returned to his original position, no tears or saliva on his face. "I suspected as much, you little slut." The Examiner gave him a little wink and rubbed her latex fingers down the side of his pretty face. Rose sat there astonished that such a beautiful man could have those kind of skills and such a young age, he couldn't have been more than a year older than her, yet he had the experience of a professional prostitute. How did someone like that gain that sort of experience and be so proud of it? The previous event was still stuck in her mind and without realising it, the GIMP's cock bumped into her nose. It was at this point that Rose had been completely wrong. THIS was the most terrifying part of her journey so far. Her chest froze and her heart palpitated at the looming object in front of her face. There was no more time to run, this was it, the moment that decided her fate. "Now then my little nameless one. How is this going to end? I personally hope you fucking choke and throw up on the floor just so I can make you eat it again and then drink everyone's piss. You're unprofessional and don't seem to want to be here, but that's the only way you're going to fucking leave. So if you want out, you'd better lose." The Examiner's words were lost on Rose who could only concentrate on the large piece of meat in front of her. She knew what she had to do. The door was right there, as long as she kept running she would find the entrance. They could catch her, rape her, or do whatever they'd like. It would still be better than the punishment that awaited her if she lost. Rose readied her legs to sprint and mustered up all the courage she could. She would pump her legs as hard as she could and not stop until she saw a police officer. They would call her house and get her a first-class ticket the hell out of this god-forsaken country. She readied herself and prepared mentally for the dash. She would go on the count of three. Rose cleared her mind and made the mental countdown. 3... 2... 1... . A new sort of panic arose in her chest as she realised her legs hadn't obeyed her own command. She attempted again to push off and go. Yet once more they remained static, disobeying her every attempt to move. This was when she realised she was going to lose. She wasn't going to run, she was too scared, and she definitely wasn't going to try win. She would get gagged, vomit, be forced to eat it and then drink probably what would amount to be many liters of urine. It was literally from a horror movie, and she was the star. The Examiner placed the dreaded smiley face sticker on the end of her tongue which caused Rose instantly to gag remembering the fate that awaited her. "Ha ha ha," the Examiner laughed. "Oh, I cannot wait to see you fail at this you little cunt. I wish I brought a camera. Go on you little shit, suck his fucking cock." There was not much left to do, no further options for Rose to explore. There was a cock and a sticker and a whole lot of other things she just didn't want to think about right now. This was when she gave up and realized there was no other option. If the fear she experienced right now was paralyzing her, she could only do what the Examiner asked of her and experience her first blowjob. This would definitely come up in therapy. Rose calmed herself down and closed her eyes as she moved the cock slowly into her mouth. The feeling was strange, almost like having a warm sausage in her mouth, which it essentially was. The strange part was she felt at ease with it, almost therapeutic. The fear left her as she inched forward on the piece of meat. It slid over her tongue and began to press down which caused an involuntary reaction and her throat muscles closed up. A wave of nausea and a gag reflex started to form in the back of her throat, but Rose forced herself to let it go. She regained her composure, relaxed her throat and continued. It then occurred to her that she had not made her mark yet. She knew she wasn't nearly six inches yet, but why hadn't she stopped? She was clearly going to lose, there was no hope that she could beat the other experienced candidates here nor did she want to, but yet, she found herself creeping further and further along the pole. After a bit further she realized she might as well get this over with and that her punishment was unavoidable. Stopping here would prevent her from vomiting and having to subject herself to re-eating her own puke like a dog, which seemed infinitely worse than drinking the waste water of other human beings, something that other cultures had been doing for centuries and seemed to survive, even enjoy it. Rose was about to mash down her lips and make her losing mark when the most peculiar thing happened. Her nose bumped into something. Her eyes remained close, too afraid to see herself doing the degrading act, but in an instant she pondered what she could have hit. It certainly wasn't a bump on his penis. Was it his belly? The only way she could have hit his belly already was if she went all the way down, and she was certain she was only a few inches down. She shifted her weight as her foot began to tingle. As she moved she felt an object deeply lodged in her throat. An immense gagging sensation overcame her body as her tongue lunged out and her lips clamped closed on the cock. She pulled back instantly and began hacking up all the saliva that had formed in her throat and mouth during her cock sucking session. For the next few minutes she continued her fit, tears welling up in her eyes as the gagging sensation faded. Eventually she regained her composure and looked up at the Steward and Examiner who both had the same shocked expression painted on their faces. "Mother Fucker," the recently speechless Steward uttered. "Holy fuck, candidate," added the Examiner. Rose looked at the baffled faces and then looked at the topic of their discussion. On the GIMP's cock was a long smear of Rose's lipstick that started a small bit past Rhode's lipstick mark and streaked down to the tip of the penis where she had dragged her mouth. She had won. Rose's eyes instantly darted to the ground looking for the sticker since she could not feel it in her mouth. It was only when she looked up she found it stuck immediately next to the one Rhodes had previously planted on the GIMP's balls a few moments before. She had won. Not only that, but she also earned the special prize. Joy erupted in Rose's heart. She didn't have to suffer through the penalty. She had beaten everyone in the competition, those who had years of experience probably and she had done it without even trying. She never won anything, and especially never for things she worked hard on. After the pride wore off a wave of relief took its place as she realised she was not going to have to get the punishment, the consolation prize, or whatever the fuck they called it. It no longer mattered. After another few moments the realisation set in. There was no escaping now. She had legitimately won the competition, not only that, but she had literally blown the competition away. Her fate was sealed in this dreaded competition. She had avoided the consolation prize, but at what cost? Did she set herself up for failure to only endure an even worse consolation prize when she would inevitably lose the competition. How could she escape now that she had won? If they caught her they might make an example of her or even worse. She still wasn't sure what that GIMP had done to get a life sentence as a decrepit creature. Her thoughts would have to wait as the Examiner continued on with the preliminary elimination round. "I hate to say this, but the bitch won. She and Rhodes will also receive the special prize." Even with the sheer terror invading every crevice in her body, she was curious to see what the prize was she would get, or if it would just be more of a surprise. "The bitch will receive immunity, of course, for the next round for being our first winner, while both she and Rhodes will receive a token." Rose wondered if these tokens were much like those in Chucky Cheese's that had no real worth, but the Examiner continued. "Tokens can be used throughout the elimination rounds at any time and can only be used once. Every event will have a bonus winner that goes above and beyond the call of a slave. All contestants can win these at least once per round to be spent as they wish at any time. The only exception to the rule is that you cannot use your coin to cancel out someone elses action which brings me to their uses. The coins can be used three different ways. The first way is to avoid a punishment. Some of the challenges have multiple parts with multiple punishments. You can bypass one of these with the coin. The second way is that you can have anyone punished at any time with it, meaning candidates only. The punishments will be decided by a punishment wheel which is delightfully fun to watch. Some of my favorites are flogging, anal stretching and of course the booboobox. You must believe me when you don't want to get the booboobox." For such an innocent childhood maladie, the booboobox sounded absolutely terrifying. "Finally, the third option is to save it for the grand prize at the end. All coins and tokens can be added up for a mystery prize, which I can say is worth it." Although it all seemed fun and fascinating, this was one version of the Price is Right that Rose never wanted to play. The Examiner turned to Rose, frustration plastered all over her stern face. "That's right, I forgot to give you a name. I'll be honest, I never held a candle for you winning, but I said I'd let you choose your own name and I'll be damned if I go back on my word. So what will it be you little bitch? What do you want your name to be?" New Slave Ch. 01 What would she call herself? Did it even matter? In the back of her mind though she knew that she did not want her own name sullied. A name popped in her head though and she had no idea where it had come from. "Lavender," said Rose. The Examiner stared at her for a few seconds before breaking the silence. "What are you, a stripper?" she said. Rose's cheeks instantly flushed red. Had she gone too far? "Whatever, let's just move on. I'm going to call you 'little bitch' no matter what you pick. Let the other's call you Lavender 'little bitch'." Rose just hoped that the Examiner would let her be and focus her attention on something else. "And let's not forget our first contestant gone." Reality snapped back to attention as Rose's head snapped to the left to regard Giza the loser. All the slaves had followed suit clearly upset they had not won the conversation ignoring the order of stillness that the Examiner had commanded. The Examiner and the Steward were too preoccupied walking over and examining the loser to really care. Giza's eyes had begun to tear up as a tidal wave of emotions rushed out of him. "I'm so sorry Examiner. I'm so sorry Steward. I tried my best, but I choked and just couldn't do it," cried Giza. Rose almost felt sorry for him. She most definitely felt sorry for him for the punishment that awaited, but she could empathize a bit as well. She felt somewhat guilty having won the competition having not really tried and ,in fact, trying to lose where this young muscled man had given his all, but came up short and now had to suffer the consequences. "Don't fret little one, there's always next year," soothed the Examiner as she rubbed the side of his face trying to comfort him. The Steward took the GIMP from the Examiner and left the room leaving the Candidates and the harsh mistress alone in the cavernous room, the mask and hose clasped firmly in the Examiner's hand. "Now, be a good boy and put on the mask," asked the Examiner. The black boy took the gas mask and placed it over his face while the Examiner attached the tube to his breathing apparatus. She then pulled the straps tight around his skull and made sure there was no air able to escape forming a tight seal all around his face. "You did your best, but we need those who are serious to serve our master. And now you must endure your reward," cooed the Examiner into his ears. He nodded his head as the mask muffled any cohesive words he could utter. "I hope all of you have to go because this is the last bathroom break before bedtime. Now line up." The Candidates dutifully obeyed and lined up including Rose. A sudden realization came hurtling back. The adrenaline up to this point had kept her focused at the task at hand and it was only now that she came to realize her bladder was at a bursting point, even more so than when she first arrived at the intimidating front doors. Rose started to sway back and forth from the pressure being exerted from within her bladder. She also knew without a doubt that peeing in the tube was her only option, too afraid to anger her captors if she wet herself or looked for a toilet. Giza had assumed the same submissive position before, but with his hands clasped behind his back. Giza resembled some sort of gothic cyber punk with the gas mask, but Rose could see through the eyewear and saw the fear on his face. Evidently, pee drinking wasn't as good of an event to some as cock sucking. Giza's black counterpart was the first to go. "Everyone strip down to your undies. Boys will place their penis in the tube and pee while the girls can squat slightly and press the tube against their pussies," said the Examiner. The boys removed their pants showing a variety of underwear choices. Rhodes in front of her wore standard black boxers while both Alex and Zeus had feminine like boy thongs that framed their little round butts. The girls wore much more varied undergarments. Baby had on little girl white panties with red polkadots, Hali had some sort of brown leather garments that looked like a combination of lederhosen and a thong while Artemis had a pair of Hello Kitty garments on (which only confirmed Rose's previous thoughts about her Japanese origins). The Examiner reached forward and placed her slender latex glove around Baby's massive ass cheek and pulled her forward toward Giza. Rose did not know if Giza and Baby had arrived here together, but Baby revealed no sign of reluctance in urinating on her friend if they had. The Examiner took the tube connected to Giza's mask and handed it to Baby. She pulled down the front of her panties and firmly pressed the end of the tube against her mound. Rose had to look over past the side of the much larger Rhodes to see anything, but could not see Baby's front from her current angle. Baby squatted down slightly as her panties groaned against the lack of coverage they could provide her larger than average ass. "Now pee!" ordered the Examiner, her sadistic eyes twinkling as Baby unleashed everything. "Ooh," moaned Baby as she pushed down on her tummy to unleash the torrent of pee that rushed towards her former comrade's face. A scream filled the room as the first amounts of pee flooded Giza's mask. Although the noise was muffled like the GIMP's ,this one was not used to this kind of abuse. The yelling turned to gurgling and Rose saw the piss starting to climb up his face as there was little room in the mask. The heat of the pee fogged up the eye ports obscuring his tortured face, but eventually the screaming stopped and Rose could hear the sounds of throat muscles struggling to swallow the hot liquid. If Giza did not start to swallow he would drown. It certainly tested his survival skills. "Keep it in your tummy darling, it's good for you," cooed the the Examiner who had changed from malevolent to sympathetic in the suffering of her previous candidate. Finally the torrent of piss ended and the Examiner pulled up the candidate's panties giving her a little spank as she turned her around and moved her off to the side to view the spectacle. Giza finished his final gulp and desperately sucked air through the oxygen deprived tube that hung from his head still dripping small amounts of the golden liquid. Somehow he managed to keep the girl juice in his belly without returning it to sender. Without a small break, the line moved forward to continue the onslaught. Next was Alex who pulled down the front of his underwear and fed his dick into the end of the tube. Within a few seconds the stream continued again with continued screams from Giza before they were drowned out and his gulping resumed. Rose could only imagine the agony Giza was going through. She recalled a time in her youth where her aunt had forced her to finish a glass of milk and she threw up on the table from that. The simple fact that Giza had managed to stomach that amount of urine without regurgitating was nothing short of astounding. Did pee taste like whatever you drank? Did it give you a tummy ache? Giza finished Alex and prepared for the next. The line continued in this fashion with the girls doing their awkward squats and the boys relieving themselves as usual business. Each time someone relieved themselves in the tube Giza's shrieks grew quieter. He started with hysterical screams with Baby, but by the time Rhodes turn arrived he had stopped completely and remained quiet as he swallowed the piss as it entered his mask. Rose could not tell his current state as the urine fogged up the goggles on his face. Perhaps he had already broken. As Rose's turn approached, her bladder grew tighter and tighter as its muscles weakened. She felt like running to the toilet, but knew that the only toilet she could use sat submissively in front of her. Although she hated the fact someone was going to drink her urine, she didn't have much of a choice as dictated by her angry organ. When Rhodes turn came up, he pulled his underwear down mid-way to his thighs like a little boy at a urinal which revealed his perfectly shaped little bum. Rose glanced around his side, but met the eyes of the Examiner full on before she could glance down. "The fuck you looking at candidate?" hissed the Examiner. "Nothing Examiner!" Rose returned to her position, fearful of receiving another beating from the dreaded riding crop. Rhodes positioned the tube and inserted his penis. He rolled his head back and let out a groan as the tube began to fill. Giza did not even make a peep as he started his duty of swallowing up the golden juice. There was something peculiar about this though that Rose noticed. As Rhodes relieved himself the Examiner had a different look about her. Whenever the other candidates had performed their task she was cold, heartless and businesslike (if this could be considered business) where as she seemed happy, sadistic and perhaps obsessive with Rhodes. Her eyes glowed and the small smile curled up on her face, yet she only did this one time before when Rhodes had sucked the GIMP's cock. Perhaps there was something more to the Examiner and Rhodes than met the eye. Rhodes shook his penis a few times to get the last drops off, when the Examiner reached over and give his cock a few tugs. "Excellent work sweetheart. You had been holding that for a while haven't you?" Rhodes nodded his head relaying no emotions. "Yes Examiner," he curtly replied. The Examiner's demeanor changed as she frowned and watched him move to the left side of the lucky loser to join the others who had already finished. He replaced his cock in his boxers. Finally it was Rose's turn. She took a small step forward and wondered what awaited her after this. Unlike poor Giza, she had to stay here. It didn't seem that hard to drink the pee, eventually Giza got used to it, zoned out or perhaps even enjoyed it. Maybe she was wrong to not do a worse job here. She would have been done and out by now if she would have tried harder losing. "Well, no one can pee for you, hurry up Candidate," ordered the Examiner. This was the first time anyone other than her parents had seen her naked. She used to go skinny dipping when she was little, but always under the cover of night and only with her closest friends. The idea of peeing in front of others was an even worse thought. The idea of someone drinking her pee as she peed naked in front of others was probably the worse. It didn't matter though because her bladder complained and threatened to release with or without her permission if she didn't go soon. Rose took the tube and inserted it into her panties, attempting to hide her sex from the others, but the angle proved too difficult so she pulled her panties to the side. "If it would help I could fuck you with my fingers for everyone to see so you could get over that shyness of yours," said the Examiner. It didn't take long for Rose to pull down her panties and squat after that. The spectators eyes bored into Rose as blood rushed to both her pussy and cheeks turning them redder than her hair. It was the most intense rush she had ever felt in her life. Even with the horrible scenarios that had recently happened, she felt the adrenaline pumping through her veins causing her to blush in places she didn't think she could. She could see the eyes covering every inch of her body looking at her revealed bush. They could see her skinny thighs that were almost translucent from their whiteness, a curse of the Irish unfortunately. She could only imagine what the boys were thinking, or the girls for that matter. It was exhilarating. "You've got ten seconds to pee before I beat the piss out of you, now PEE!" shouted the Examiner losing her patience. The shock was enough to refocus her attention to the matter at hand. Rose squat down a bit more and pushed the tube against her urethra opening and relaxed her muscles and pushed. Nothing happened. She pushed again with more force, but nothing came out to her dismay. Even with her bladder ready to burst, her other curse of a shy bladder blocked her from ending this terrible session. She attempted one more time to let it flow thinking of waterfalls, thinking of other girls peeing, but no matter how hard she tried it just wouldn't release. The Examiner stood up and walked toward Rose letting the riding crop dangle loosely in her hand. Rose panicked and definitely was not able to pee now. She would get beaten again and most likely worse than last time and probably would end up on the floor peeing everywhere and if the Examiner was going to make her eat her own vomit last time, god only knew what she would have to eat or drink this time. As the Examiner raised the riding crop up, leather stretching in her hand, Rose felt a large soft hand press on her tummy with another on her lower back. The newly found pressure made her belly relax and finally it came. The Examiner stopped mid-swing as she watched the tube fill with the crystal clear pee that filled up the poor boy Giza's mask who started to readily drink up the fresh supply of piss. Rose looked up to see Rhode's slender hands pushing down on her belly. He kept them there and continued to exert pressure. It was yet another new feeling that Rose had never experienced. Not only was she peeing in front of strangers into a tube for another foreigner to drink, the lower half of her body exposed for all to see, but it was a boy who was helping her do it. The funny thing was that what caused her to pee was not the extra pressure. She knew in her heart that her bladder had been pushed to critical levels already. No, it was the nerves that kept it from releasing and it wasn't this boys extra force on her tummy that caused her to release, but rather the warmth of his hands. She felt this was the first time that a boy had truly touched her this way. It was a sense of security that she had been lacking ever since leaving home. "Why did you do that?" said the Examiner through clenched teeth. The last bit of pee left Rose as Rhodes released his grip on her and bowed down to the floor pressing his forehead against the ground. "Please accept my apologies Examiner. I saw her struggling so I helped her, please don't punish her for my mistake. I accept any punishment you deem worthy for me," begged Rhodes, finally showing some emotion since the event had started. His eyes welled up as he pressed his forehead against the ground.. The silence could be heard as the room stopped, everyone anxious to see the outcome. Rose could only stand passively, too afraid to speak up. What would she say anyway? The Examiner's fickle demeanor changed once more as she walked around in her spike heels making small indentations in the short blue carpet. She ringed her riding crop through her fingers and listened to the leather cracking and snapping. She paused behind Rhodes and glared at his perfectly shaped buttocks and lightly tapped the inside of his thighs with her riding crop. "Open up your legs." He complied and spread his lightly haired legs letting his cock hang down in his underwear, his balls barely covered by his boxers. She took the riding crop and bumped it multiple times against his balls and manhood making him emit small grunts. "Well, I'll be honest, I'm not sure what to do with you. You didn't necessarily disobey an order, but I also never gave you an order to do anything. Maybe I should whip you or give you a good flogging. I hear dogs are more obedient when their balls are removed." She bent over and grabbed his golden locks in her hand and yanked back sharply. Rhodes let out a sharp moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure on his face. "Do you want that, do you want me to break your balls?" the Examiner whispered in his ear. It was difficult to see exactly what happened, but Rose thought she saw the Examiner's tongue flick out for just a second and trace the outline of Rhode's ear. "I'll let you off the hook this time since it's only the first round." The Examiner stood up and pushed Rhodes over with the sharp end of her boot making him scream as the boot punctured his butt leaving a small bloody puncture wound. "Not get up! Everybody line up! Stand up straight!" the Examiner commanded the Candidates. Rose yanked up her underwear and found the nearest spot available in the lineup where the others had already quickly obeyed. She stood up straight with the lightly clothed candidates awaiting further instructions. "Giza is gone. There's one less in the way for all of you to serve in the glory of our great master the Marquis. This was the easiest challenge by far, and for those who found this overwhelming you're in for a world of pain for the next challenge. I don't want those who are not serious so if you want out at any time let me know, I'd be more than happy to oblige." As Rose opened her mouth the Examiner finished with "Of course, no freebies" which caused her to promptly close her mouth once more. "Now get the fuck out of here, move!" Unsure what to do, Rose began to follow the line of candidates who quickly walked out of the room to an unknown destination, yet another one of the instructions in the mysterious email that Rose never received, but following the crowd had kept her alive up to this point so she found no reason to do differently. Everyone filed out of the room into the hallway that would lead them to their next destination or challenge, whatever that may be. A million thoughts ran through Rose's head as she exited the room, but her eyes darted down to stare at poor Rhode's butt and the bloody wound that represented his sacrifice he made for her. Why did he do that? What did he have to gain from helping her? Why would he risk extreme torture and punishments for a complete stranger? Her eyes darted back into the room where the other poor Giza had fallen over and started to convulse. The Examiner blocked her view as she shut the double wooden doors hiding Giza and herself behind them, but not before giving Rose one last look, the look that said plain as day... "Your ass is mine."