Lennon Says
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Still injured, with wounds and lacerations lining that place, Silver still had to endure the non-stop invasion of the men having their way with him, and although his mental state was still good, that little back hole of his couldn't take much more o the battering that left his flesh all the more torn. It was only until they realised his wounds might effect his pricing did those mercenaries finally stopped their assault. But even though it was unavoidable for them to not resort to further indecent acts or violations throughout the remainder of their journey, it was nothing in comparison to this prior gang-rаping.
The room was dark, pitch-black, though it did seem well ventilated, but it was nonetheless unnerving since it had not a sliver of light. How big it was, was a mystery since there was no illumination to be seen. Even with those eyes of his that could see clearly during the night, Silver still couldn't manage to make out a thing in that room.
Lennon's brainwashing lesson did not last long, but there was convincing and undeniable reason in his words. What's more, those new grade A slaves were not only beautiful in appearance; mentally, they also seemed sufficiently aware o their reality. That, or they had no hope of returning to the outside world, or maybe they had long accepted their fate. Regardless of the reason, the magic in his voice quickly made a deep imprint in their consciousness.
"Strip." After issuing this command, the strange man simply left.
Naturally, in the absence of such leisurely activities, the procrastinated journey had sped up significantly, making it so that after three more days, when Silver's back hole had finally healed completely and back to its soft and smooth state, the group had also already arrived at their destination.
Regarding the person in white, their face was obstructed, making it hard to tell if they were a woman or man, and during his examination, their gaze carried a chill. Without looking over Silver for long there was already a glint in their dark eyes before they tossed out the line, "Not bad. Class it as a sеx-slave and assign it to District A for training. Training will take about half a year and set its starting price to XXXX." After saying this, the white cloaked person then walked away with no remorse.
"Strip." After issuing this command, the strange man simply left.
With a squint, Lennon glared at the three who still remained standing. It became all the more apparent the batch of goods he received this time around were pretty good indeed. But, not only were they one in a million in terms off looks, their temperaments were also quite distinct. It seemed as though that in addition to his S-tier products, there were a few raring to become rather popular goods come next season. But all this were thoughts he mulled over in his own mind while his face on the outside had remained just as rigid. He had a lot of experience training others, and one thing he had come to realise, was that the ones who were the most proud and restrained attitude at the start, were the best to train. The finished products ordinarily tended to be reserved and unassuming, but during the process of making them, they were extraordinarily captivating.
It was a small, isolated island that was breathtaking sight from the outside looking in. It seemed to be bustling with people, but their numbers weren't that many.
Silver felt frightened instinctively, even though his years in captivity left him with little resistance when it came to dealing with such things, his keen sensitivity made goosebumps erupt on his skin. While he felt a taste from that rod would without a doubt be unpleasant, despite having never seen electric appliances since he spent his young life tucked away in the mountains and something like what being tased felt like was not one he could truly comprehend.
At their disobedience, Lennon's anger rose, and his eyes grew all the more frigid. "Since you all are going to be like this, it looks like I'm going to have to make you lot suffer a bit. I'll count to ten, and anyone not kissing the floor will get what's coming to them when I'm done." Truthfully, an act like theirs wasn't something uncommon in his line of work. Every season, there would always be new sеx-slaves who struggled to part with their dignity, because despite being classed a sеx-slave leading to a more luxurious lifestyle and having more status than the ordinary slaves, being in that industry did come with the cost of great humiliation. So, naturally, if those those new slaves' self respect is not completely wiped from existence at the start of their training, it would be all the more difficult to rid them of such slowly break down those feelings in the future.
"One. Two... Ten!"
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Naturally, in the absence of such leisurely activities, the procrastinated journey had sped up significantly, making it so that after three more days, when Silver's back hole had finally healed completely and back to its soft and smooth state, the group had also already arrived at their destination.
look at him only standing up because he wants to pretend he's "normal" by acting like Number Two. Ain't he adorable. The Training arc—begins!
"Next, I need you all to firmly bear this in mind, you must accept every command given to you during training. Not one sliver of defiance is allowed and you will do as commanded until I an satisfied."
After arriving at a door and handing him over to strange man, he and those those mercenaries were no longer together. The strange man then carried him through a maze of corridors, comprising of many twists and turns before they finally arriving to an inner room.
The youth assigned number two had exceedingly delicate and beautiful features, his hair was a brilliant gold, and if not for his current naked form in that room, it would be easy for anyone to assume he was whimsical young master of some kind. He naturally possessed the sort of proud and arrogant temperament, but, on him, others would find those qualities rather fascinating and cute.
look at him only standing up because he wants to pretend he's "normal" by acting like Number Two. Ain't he adorable. The Training arc—begins!
At their disobedience, Lennon's anger rose, and his eyes grew all the more frigid. "Since you all are going to be like this, it looks like I'm going to have to make you lot suffer a bit. I'll count to ten, and anyone not kissing the floor will get what's coming to them when I'm done." Truthfully, an act like theirs wasn't something uncommon in his line of work. Every season, there would always be new sеx-slaves who struggled to part with their dignity, because despite being classed a sеx-slave leading to a more luxurious lifestyle and having more status than the ordinary slaves, being in that industry did come with the cost of great humiliation. So, naturally, if those those new slaves' self respect is not completely wiped from existence at the start of their training, it would be all the more difficult to rid them of such slowly break down those feelings in the future.
Naturally, in the absence of such leisurely activities, the procrastinated journey had sped up significantly, making it so that after three more days, when Silver's back hole had finally healed completely and back to its soft and smooth state, the group had also already arrived at their destination.
Silver felt frightened instinctively, even though his years in captivity left him with little resistance when it came to dealing with such things, his keen sensitivity made goosebumps erupt on his skin. While he felt a taste from that rod would without a doubt be unpleasant, despite having never seen electric appliances since he spent his young life tucked away in the mountains and something like what being tased felt like was not one he could truly comprehend.
"Spread your legs, get on all fours, stick your аss up, lift your heads, and curve your waist to form a U-shape over forty-five degrees." Lennon's voice returned to the frost-ridden inhuman state it was when he had first entered. After issuing his cold and cruel instructions, he remained silent for ten seconds, then seeing that not one of them reacted, his brows knitted before he shouted, "Move it!" From behind him, he smoothly took the electric baton handed by the slave and flipped the switch. "I have no qualms about letting disobedient fools get a good taste of this." After flipping the switch, a deep blue spark leapt from the tip of the stick which then turned into a constant dancing current flowing atop the long black rod.
The man in black, who was left behind, was writing note in is journal when two more men entered. Those men were strong, but there was nothing but no life in their eyes, and on the iron collars binding their necks was the vague inscription of characters that looked like "Slave R". They then escorted Silver into another room where seven to eight other people were standing in wait, who were not the least bit surprised when they saw him enter. Silver was a bit taken aback, though, as all the guys there seemed to their own uniquely eye-catching looks, but they were still just like him in one way, as those looks of theirs leant more towards one that was feminine. Their hair colours were also varied, however, none was too far off from what was considered the norm.
"Strip." After issuing this command, the strange man simply left.
"Spread your legs, get on all fours, stick your аss up, lift your heads, and curve your waist to form a U-shape over forty-five degrees." Lennon's voice returned to the frost-ridden inhuman state it was when he had first entered. After issuing his cold and cruel instructions, he remained silent for ten seconds, then seeing that not one of them reacted, his brows knitted before he shouted, "Move it!" From behind him, he smoothly took the electric baton handed by the slave and flipped the switch. "I have no qualms about letting disobedient fools get a good taste of this." After flipping the switch, a deep blue spark leapt from the tip of the stick which then turned into a constant dancing current flowing atop the long black rod.
The room was dark, pitch-black, though it did seem well ventilated, but it was nonetheless unnerving since it had not a sliver of light. How big it was, was a mystery since there was no illumination to be seen. Even with those eyes of his that could see clearly during the night, Silver still couldn't manage to make out a thing in that room.
But, despite his fear, the ones beside him also didn't move which made him also feel hesitant.
The youth assigned number two had exceedingly delicate and beautiful features, his hair was a brilliant gold, and if not for his current naked form in that room, it would be easy for anyone to assume he was whimsical young master of some kind. He naturally possessed the sort of proud and arrogant temperament, but, on him, others would find those qualities rather fascinating and cute.
Regarding the person in white, their face was obstructed, making it hard to tell if they were a woman or man, and during his examination, their gaze carried a chill. Without looking over Silver for long there was already a glint in their dark eyes before they tossed out the line, "Not bad. Class it as a sеx-slave and assign it to District A for training. Training will take about half a year and set its starting price to XXXX." After saying this, the white cloaked person then walked away with no remorse.
After his bewitching voice ceased, the group of ten woke up from their trance feeling a bit lost.
"One. Two... Ten!"
Lennon's brainwashing lesson did not last long, but there was convincing and undeniable reason in his words. What's more, those new grade A slaves were not only beautiful in appearance; mentally, they also seemed sufficiently aware o their reality. That, or they had no hope of returning to the outside world, or maybe they had long accepted their fate. Regardless of the reason, the magic in his voice quickly made a deep imprint in their consciousness.
"Strip." After issuing this command, the strange man simply left.
But, following a moment of hesitation and having no idea where he was, Silver ultimately chose to do as was instructed, taking off his cloak before sitting naked on the ice-cold wooden floor.
Which was why this young man, who had never in is life been treated in such a manner, received those commands earlier, he exposed a reddened pair of baby-doll eyes. As the one standing beside him, Silver was confused by the youth's reaction. But then he remembered he was shut out from the world for so long, and that body of his was also quite peculiar. So, with this in mind, he realised a reaction like that boy's would be one considered normal, and such a thought had given him some peace of mind.
But, following a moment of hesitation and having no idea where he was, Silver ultimately chose to do as was instructed, taking off his cloak before sitting naked on the ice-cold wooden floor.
After arriving at a door and handing him over to strange man, he and those those mercenaries were no longer together. The strange man then carried him through a maze of corridors, comprising of many twists and turns before they finally arriving to an inner room.
"Next, I need you all to firmly bear this in mind, you must accept every command given to you during training. Not one sliver of defiance is allowed and you will do as commanded until I an satisfied."
look at him only standing up because he wants to pretend he's "normal" by acting like Number Two. Ain't he adorable. The Training arc—begins!
Not long afterwards, the door had opened once more, this time the one who entered was a person dressed in a white cloak. Behind them was a man dressed in black, but not the one who took him, it was clearly a different person, though their clothes were more or less the same. Seeing this, Silver suspected the rank between the two were similar as well.
Luckily, there wasn't much time given for him to feel any further bashfulness, because two other people soon arrived that were followed by two neatly dressed men. So when the door of that room was shut, there were now ten naked people on the dot.
At their disobedience, Lennon's anger rose, and his eyes grew all the more frigid. "Since you all are going to be like this, it looks like I'm going to have to make you lot suffer a bit. I'll count to ten, and anyone not kissing the floor will get what's coming to them when I'm done." Truthfully, an act like theirs wasn't something uncommon in his line of work. Every season, there would always be new sеx-slaves who struggled to part with their dignity, because despite being classed a sеx-slave leading to a more luxurious lifestyle and having more status than the ordinary slaves, being in that industry did come with the cost of great humiliation. So, naturally, if those those new slaves' self respect is not completely wiped from existence at the start of their training, it would be all the more difficult to rid them of such slowly break down those feelings in the future.
"Spread your legs, get on all fours, stick your аss up, lift your heads, and curve your waist to form a U-shape over forty-five degrees." Lennon's voice returned to the frost-ridden inhuman state it was when he had first entered. After issuing his cold and cruel instructions, he remained silent for ten seconds, then seeing that not one of them reacted, his brows knitted before he shouted, "Move it!" From behind him, he smoothly took the electric baton handed by the slave and flipped the switch. "I have no qualms about letting disobedient fools get a good taste of this." After flipping the switch, a deep blue spark leapt from the tip of the stick which then turned into a constant dancing current flowing atop the long black rod.
But, despite his fear, the ones beside him also didn't move which made him also feel hesitant.
After his bewitching voice ceased, the group of ten woke up from their trance feeling a bit lost.
"Now then, based on the sequence which you were brought into the room just now, we will assign you a number from one to ten." From behind Lennon, one of his two assistants walked forward and gave each of them a platinum collar, and since Silver was the eighth one to enter, he received the one engraved with an eight. "Now that that's sorted, let's begin with fitness training."
After arriving at a door and handing him over to strange man, he and those those mercenaries were no longer together. The strange man then carried him through a maze of corridors, comprising of many twists and turns before they finally arriving to an inner room.
Regarding the person in white, their face was obstructed, making it hard to tell if they were a woman or man, and during his examination, their gaze carried a chill. Without looking over Silver for long there was already a glint in their dark eyes before they tossed out the line, "Not bad. Class it as a sеx-slave and assign it to District A for training. Training will take about half a year and set its starting price to XXXX." After saying this, the white cloaked person then walked away with no remorse.
Naturally, in the absence of such leisurely activities, the procrastinated journey had sped up significantly, making it so that after three more days, when Silver's back hole had finally healed completely and back to its soft and smooth state, the group had also already arrived at their destination.
And with this, currently still standing in that room were the slaves numbered, Two, Five, and Eight.
The ones beside him were more or less all fearful, hell, one could argue that their understanding of electricity had made them more fearful than Silver, who had nothing but intuition and natural instinct to rely on. But, unlike Silver, they had always held on to some degree of shame. So, even if they knew the consequences, they still put up this last ditch effort and dared not perform such a shameless act before others.
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But, following a moment of hesitation and having no idea where he was, Silver ultimately chose to do as was instructed, taking off his cloak before sitting naked on the ice-cold wooden floor.
The man in black, who was left behind, was writing note in is journal when two more men entered. Those men were strong, but there was nothing but no life in their eyes, and on the iron collars binding their necks was the vague inscription of characters that looked like "Slave R". They then escorted Silver into another room where seven to eight other people were standing in wait, who were not the least bit surprised when they saw him enter. Silver was a bit taken aback, though, as all the guys there seemed to their own uniquely eye-catching looks, but they were still just like him in one way, as those looks of theirs leant more towards one that was feminine. Their hair colours were also varied, however, none was too far off from what was considered the norm.
At their disobedience, Lennon's anger rose, and his eyes grew all the more frigid. "Since you all are going to be like this, it looks like I'm going to have to make you lot suffer a bit. I'll count to ten, and anyone not kissing the floor will get what's coming to them when I'm done." Truthfully, an act like theirs wasn't something uncommon in his line of work. Every season, there would always be new sеx-slaves who struggled to part with their dignity, because despite being classed a sеx-slave leading to a more luxurious lifestyle and having more status than the ordinary slaves, being in that industry did come with the cost of great humiliation. So, naturally, if those those new slaves' self respect is not completely wiped from existence at the start of their training, it would be all the more difficult to rid them of such slowly break down those feelings in the future.
"Next, I need you all to firmly bear this in mind, you must accept every command given to you during training. Not one sliver of defiance is allowed and you will do as commanded until I an satisfied."
Regarding the person in white, their face was obstructed, making it hard to tell if they were a woman or man, and during his examination, their gaze carried a chill. Without looking over Silver for long there was already a glint in their dark eyes before they tossed out the line, "Not bad. Class it as a sеx-slave and assign it to District A for training. Training will take about half a year and set its starting price to XXXX." After saying this, the white cloaked person then walked away with no remorse.
Not long afterwards, the door had opened once more, this time the one who entered was a person dressed in a white cloak. Behind them was a man dressed in black, but not the one who took him, it was clearly a different person, though their clothes were more or less the same. Seeing this, Silver suspected the rank between the two were similar as well.
"Now then, based on the sequence which you were brought into the room just now, we will assign you a number from one to ten." From behind Lennon, one of his two assistants walked forward and gave each of them a platinum collar, and since Silver was the eighth one to enter, he received the one engraved with an eight. "Now that that's sorted, let's begin with fitness training."
After arriving at a door and handing him over to strange man, he and those those mercenaries were no longer together. The strange man then carried him through a maze of corridors, comprising of many twists and turns before they finally arriving to an inner room.
At their disobedience, Lennon's anger rose, and his eyes grew all the more frigid. "Since you all are going to be like this, it looks like I'm going to have to make you lot suffer a bit. I'll count to ten, and anyone not kissing the floor will get what's coming to them when I'm done." Truthfully, an act like theirs wasn't something uncommon in his line of work. Every season, there would always be new sеx-slaves who struggled to part with their dignity, because despite being classed a sеx-slave leading to a more luxurious lifestyle and having more status than the ordinary slaves, being in that industry did come with the cost of great humiliation. So, naturally, if those those new slaves' self respect is not completely wiped from existence at the start of their training, it would be all the more difficult to rid them of such slowly break down those feelings in the future.
Initially, none of the ones waiting paid any mind to ones who entered, but upon catching sight of Silver's pure silver hair and eyes they couldn't help but feel shocked.
The man in black, who was left behind, was writing note in is journal when two more men entered. Those men were strong, but there was nothing but no life in their eyes, and on the iron collars binding their necks was the vague inscription of characters that looked like "Slave R". They then escorted Silver into another room where seven to eight other people were standing in wait, who were not the least bit surprised when they saw him enter. Silver was a bit taken aback, though, as all the guys there seemed to their own uniquely eye-catching looks, but they were still just like him in one way, as those looks of theirs leant more towards one that was feminine. Their hair colours were also varied, however, none was too far off from what was considered the norm.
Not long afterwards, the door had opened once more, this time the one who entered was a person dressed in a white cloak. Behind them was a man dressed in black, but not the one who took him, it was clearly a different person, though their clothes were more or less the same. Seeing this, Silver suspected the rank between the two were similar as well.
After his bewitching voice ceased, the group of ten woke up from their trance feeling a bit lost.
Still injured, with wounds and lacerations lining that place, Silver still had to endure the non-stop invasion of the men having their way with him, and although his mental state was still good, that little back hole of his couldn't take much more o the battering that left his flesh all the more torn. It was only until they realised his wounds might effect his pricing did those mercenaries finally stopped their assault. But even though it was unavoidable for them to not resort to further indecent acts or violations throughout the remainder of their journey, it was nothing in comparison to this prior gang-rаping.
Luckily, there wasn't much time given for him to feel any further bashfulness, because two other people soon arrived that were followed by two neatly dressed men. So when the door of that room was shut, there were now ten naked people on the dot.
Aware the others in that room were also future sеx-slaves, and his colleagues, Silver was a bit shy as he wasn't sure how to get along with them.
Initially, none of the ones waiting paid any mind to ones who entered, but upon catching sight of Silver's pure silver hair and eyes they couldn't help but feel shocked.
The room was dark, pitch-black, though it did seem well ventilated, but it was nonetheless unnerving since it had not a sliver of light. How big it was, was a mystery since there was no illumination to be seen. Even with those eyes of his that could see clearly during the night, Silver still couldn't manage to make out a thing in that room.
Lennon's brainwashing lesson did not last long, but there was convincing and undeniable reason in his words. What's more, those new grade A slaves were not only beautiful in appearance; mentally, they also seemed sufficiently aware o their reality. That, or they had no hope of returning to the outside world, or maybe they had long accepted their fate. Regardless of the reason, the magic in his voice quickly made a deep imprint in their consciousness.
"One. Two... Ten!"
"Strip." After issuing this command, the strange man simply left.
Luckily, there wasn't much time given for him to feel any further bashfulness, because two other people soon arrived that were followed by two neatly dressed men. So when the door of that room was shut, there were now ten naked people on the dot.
"Now then, first lesson I need to give you lot is for you all to fully become aware that you have already become sеx-slaves. You may not be collared like those lowly slaves standing at the door outside, but you are slaves nonetheless, and that's an immutable fact. You have no dignity, no name, no personality. You will become the perfect sеx-slave, you will do whatever your master desires, and doing so will be your greatest wish and sole purpose..."
"One. Two... Ten!"
Initially, none of the ones waiting paid any mind to ones who entered, but upon catching sight of Silver's pure silver hair and eyes they couldn't help but feel shocked.
Lennon Says
"One. Two... Ten!"
A man, seeming to be the leader, then opened his mouth and spoke: "I believe there is no need for me to tell you what kind of place this is, and since you all are already here, there's only two ways you can leave: by being bought, or death—from old age. The name is Lennon, and I will be the one in charge of your training program in the future. The two next to me are my assistants and they will be the ones who will aid you in learning tasks you have no way of completing on your own." After a pause, he then continued, "First and foremost, you should all thank your lucky stars, that barring any future hiccups, you will all be entered as sеx-slaves for District A. This means, so long as you pass this initial training program, you will have access to a room of your own and no longer have to share a room for ten like this one. Anyhow, even if you came here from the future, I believe you will already have a firm grasp of the situation you're in right now."
With a squint, Lennon glared at the three who still remained standing. It became all the more apparent the batch of goods he received this time around were pretty good indeed. But, not only were they one in a million in terms off looks, their temperaments were also quite distinct. It seemed as though that in addition to his S-tier products, there were a few raring to become rather popular goods come next season. But all this were thoughts he mulled over in his own mind while his face on the outside had remained just as rigid. He had a lot of experience training others, and one thing he had come to realise, was that the ones who were the most proud and restrained attitude at the start, were the best to train. The finished products ordinarily tended to be reserved and unassuming, but during the process of making them, they were extraordinarily captivating.
Silver felt frightened instinctively, even though his years in captivity left him with little resistance when it came to dealing with such things, his keen sensitivity made goosebumps erupt on his skin. While he felt a taste from that rod would without a doubt be unpleasant, despite having never seen electric appliances since he spent his young life tucked away in the mountains and something like what being tased felt like was not one he could truly comprehend.
"Now then, based on the sequence which you were brought into the room just now, we will assign you a number from one to ten." From behind Lennon, one of his two assistants walked forward and gave each of them a platinum collar, and since Silver was the eighth one to enter, he received the one engraved with an eight. "Now that that's sorted, let's begin with fitness training."
"Next, I need you all to firmly bear this in mind, you must accept every command given to you during training. Not one sliver of defiance is allowed and you will do as commanded until I an satisfied."
"One. Two... Ten!"
But, following a moment of hesitation and having no idea where he was, Silver ultimately chose to do as was instructed, taking off his cloak before sitting naked on the ice-cold wooden floor.
The youth assigned number two had exceedingly delicate and beautiful features, his hair was a brilliant gold, and if not for his current naked form in that room, it would be easy for anyone to assume he was whimsical young master of some kind. He naturally possessed the sort of proud and arrogant temperament, but, on him, others would find those qualities rather fascinating and cute.
"Now then, first lesson I need to give you lot is for you all to fully become aware that you have already become sеx-slaves. You may not be collared like those lowly slaves standing at the door outside, but you are slaves nonetheless, and that's an immutable fact. You have no dignity, no name, no personality. You will become the perfect sеx-slave, you will do whatever your master desires, and doing so will be your greatest wish and sole purpose..."
Lennon's brainwashing lesson did not last long, but there was convincing and undeniable reason in his words. What's more, those new grade A slaves were not only beautiful in appearance; mentally, they also seemed sufficiently aware o their reality. That, or they had no hope of returning to the outside world, or maybe they had long accepted their fate. Regardless of the reason, the magic in his voice quickly made a deep imprint in their consciousness.
At their disobedience, Lennon's anger rose, and his eyes grew all the more frigid. "Since you all are going to be like this, it looks like I'm going to have to make you lot suffer a bit. I'll count to ten, and anyone not kissing the floor will get what's coming to them when I'm done." Truthfully, an act like theirs wasn't something uncommon in his line of work. Every season, there would always be new sеx-slaves who struggled to part with their dignity, because despite being classed a sеx-slave leading to a more luxurious lifestyle and having more status than the ordinary slaves, being in that industry did come with the cost of great humiliation. So, naturally, if those those new slaves' self respect is not completely wiped from existence at the start of their training, it would be all the more difficult to rid them of such slowly break down those feelings in the future.
But, despite his fear, the ones beside him also didn't move which made him also feel hesitant.
A man, seeming to be the leader, then opened his mouth and spoke: "I believe there is no need for me to tell you what kind of place this is, and since you all are already here, there's only two ways you can leave: by being bought, or death—from old age. The name is Lennon, and I will be the one in charge of your training program in the future. The two next to me are my assistants and they will be the ones who will aid you in learning tasks you have no way of completing on your own." After a pause, he then continued, "First and foremost, you should all thank your lucky stars, that barring any future hiccups, you will all be entered as sеx-slaves for District A. This means, so long as you pass this initial training program, you will have access to a room of your own and no longer have to share a room for ten like this one. Anyhow, even if you came here from the future, I believe you will already have a firm grasp of the situation you're in right now."
"Strip." After issuing this command, the strange man simply left.
"Next, I need you all to firmly bear this in mind, you must accept every command given to you during training. Not one sliver of defiance is allowed and you will do as commanded until I an satisfied."
Which was why this young man, who had never in is life been treated in such a manner, received those commands earlier, he exposed a reddened pair of baby-doll eyes. As the one standing beside him, Silver was confused by the youth's reaction. But then he remembered he was shut out from the world for so long, and that body of his was also quite peculiar. So, with this in mind, he realised a reaction like that boy's would be one considered normal, and such a thought had given him some peace of mind.
Lennon's brainwashing lesson did not last long, but there was convincing and undeniable reason in his words. What's more, those new grade A slaves were not only beautiful in appearance; mentally, they also seemed sufficiently aware o their reality. That, or they had no hope of returning to the outside world, or maybe they had long accepted their fate. Regardless of the reason, the magic in his voice quickly made a deep imprint in their consciousness.
look at him only standing up because he wants to pretend he's "normal" by acting like Number Two. Ain't he adorable. The Training arc—begins!
But, despite his fear, the ones beside him also didn't move which made him also feel hesitant.
Luckily, there wasn't much time given for him to feel any further bashfulness, because two other people soon arrived that were followed by two neatly dressed men. So when the door of that room was shut, there were now ten naked people on the dot.
The ones beside him were more or less all fearful, hell, one could argue that their understanding of electricity had made them more fearful than Silver, who had nothing but intuition and natural instinct to rely on. But, unlike Silver, they had always held on to some degree of shame. So, even if they knew the consequences, they still put up this last ditch effort and dared not perform such a shameless act before others.
Regarding the person in white, their face was obstructed, making it hard to tell if they were a woman or man, and during his examination, their gaze carried a chill. Without looking over Silver for long there was already a glint in their dark eyes before they tossed out the line, "Not bad. Class it as a sеx-slave and assign it to District A for training. Training will take about half a year and set its starting price to XXXX." After saying this, the white cloaked person then walked away with no remorse.
After his bewitching voice ceased, the group of ten woke up from their trance feeling a bit lost.
Aware the others in that room were also future sеx-slaves, and his colleagues, Silver was a bit shy as he wasn't sure how to get along with them.
"Now then, based on the sequence which you were brought into the room just now, we will assign you a number from one to ten." From behind Lennon, one of his two assistants walked forward and gave each of them a platinum collar, and since Silver was the eighth one to enter, he received the one engraved with an eight. "Now that that's sorted, let's begin with fitness training."
The ones beside him were more or less all fearful, hell, one could argue that their understanding of electricity had made them more fearful than Silver, who had nothing but intuition and natural instinct to rely on. But, unlike Silver, they had always held on to some degree of shame. So, even if they knew the consequences, they still put up this last ditch effort and dared not perform such a shameless act before others.
"Next, I need you all to firmly bear this in mind, you must accept every command given to you during training. Not one sliver of defiance is allowed and you will do as commanded until I an satisfied."
Still injured, with wounds and lacerations lining that place, Silver still had to endure the non-stop invasion of the men having their way with him, and although his mental state was still good, that little back hole of his couldn't take much more o the battering that left his flesh all the more torn. It was only until they realised his wounds might effect his pricing did those mercenaries finally stopped their assault. But even though it was unavoidable for them to not resort to further indecent acts or violations throughout the remainder of their journey, it was nothing in comparison to this prior gang-rаping.
"Now then, based on the sequence which you were brought into the room just now, we will assign you a number from one to ten." From behind Lennon, one of his two assistants walked forward and gave each of them a platinum collar, and since Silver was the eighth one to enter, he received the one engraved with an eight. "Now that that's sorted, let's begin with fitness training."
"Now then, based on the sequence which you were brought into the room just now, we will assign you a number from one to ten." From behind Lennon, one of his two assistants walked forward and gave each of them a platinum collar, and since Silver was the eighth one to enter, he received the one engraved with an eight. "Now that that's sorted, let's begin with fitness training."
"Spread your legs, get on all fours, stick your аss up, lift your heads, and curve your waist to form a U-shape over forty-five degrees." Lennon's voice returned to the frost-ridden inhuman state it was when he had first entered. After issuing his cold and cruel instructions, he remained silent for ten seconds, then seeing that not one of them reacted, his brows knitted before he shouted, "Move it!" From behind him, he smoothly took the electric baton handed by the slave and flipped the switch. "I have no qualms about letting disobedient fools get a good taste of this." After flipping the switch, a deep blue spark leapt from the tip of the stick which then turned into a constant dancing current flowing atop the long black rod.
After arriving at a door and handing him over to strange man, he and those those mercenaries were no longer together. The strange man then carried him through a maze of corridors, comprising of many twists and turns before they finally arriving to an inner room.
After his bewitching voice ceased, the group of ten woke up from their trance feeling a bit lost.
After arriving at a door and handing him over to strange man, he and those those mercenaries were no longer together. The strange man then carried him through a maze of corridors, comprising of many twists and turns before they finally arriving to an inner room.
"Spread your legs, get on all fours, stick your аss up, lift your heads, and curve your waist to form a U-shape over forty-five degrees." Lennon's voice returned to the frost-ridden inhuman state it was when he had first entered. After issuing his cold and cruel instructions, he remained silent for ten seconds, then seeing that not one of them reacted, his brows knitted before he shouted, "Move it!" From behind him, he smoothly took the electric baton handed by the slave and flipped the switch. "I have no qualms about letting disobedient fools get a good taste of this." After flipping the switch, a deep blue spark leapt from the tip of the stick which then turned into a constant dancing current flowing atop the long black rod.
"One. Two... Ten!"
"Spread your legs, get on all fours, stick your аss up, lift your heads, and curve your waist to form a U-shape over forty-five degrees." Lennon's voice returned to the frost-ridden inhuman state it was when he had first entered. After issuing his cold and cruel instructions, he remained silent for ten seconds, then seeing that not one of them reacted, his brows knitted before he shouted, "Move it!" From behind him, he smoothly took the electric baton handed by the slave and flipped the switch. "I have no qualms about letting disobedient fools get a good taste of this." After flipping the switch, a deep blue spark leapt from the tip of the stick which then turned into a constant dancing current flowing atop the long black rod.
The ones beside him were more or less all fearful, hell, one could argue that their understanding of electricity had made them more fearful than Silver, who had nothing but intuition and natural instinct to rely on. But, unlike Silver, they had always held on to some degree of shame. So, even if they knew the consequences, they still put up this last ditch effort and dared not perform such a shameless act before others.
Silver felt frightened instinctively, even though his years in captivity left him with little resistance when it came to dealing with such things, his keen sensitivity made goosebumps erupt on his skin. While he felt a taste from that rod would without a doubt be unpleasant, despite having never seen electric appliances since he spent his young life tucked away in the mountains and something like what being tased felt like was not one he could truly comprehend.
Lennon Says
look at him only standing up because he wants to pretend he's "normal" by acting like Number Two. Ain't he adorable. The Training arc—begins!
Silver felt frightened instinctively, even though his years in captivity left him with little resistance when it came to dealing with such things, his keen sensitivity made goosebumps erupt on his skin. While he felt a taste from that rod would without a doubt be unpleasant, despite having never seen electric appliances since he spent his young life tucked away in the mountains and something like what being tased felt like was not one he could truly comprehend.
"One. Two... Ten!"
"Now then, first lesson I need to give you lot is for you all to fully become aware that you have already become sеx-slaves. You may not be collared like those lowly slaves standing at the door outside, but you are slaves nonetheless, and that's an immutable fact. You have no dignity, no name, no personality. You will become the perfect sеx-slave, you will do whatever your master desires, and doing so will be your greatest wish and sole purpose..."
But, despite his fear, the ones beside him also didn't move which made him also feel hesitant.
"One. Two... Ten!"
The ones beside him were more or less all fearful, hell, one could argue that their understanding of electricity had made them more fearful than Silver, who had nothing but intuition and natural instinct to rely on. But, unlike Silver, they had always held on to some degree of shame. So, even if they knew the consequences, they still put up this last ditch effort and dared not perform such a shameless act before others.
It was a small, isolated island that was breathtaking sight from the outside looking in. It seemed to be bustling with people, but their numbers weren't that many.
But, following a moment of hesitation and having no idea where he was, Silver ultimately chose to do as was instructed, taking off his cloak before sitting naked on the ice-cold wooden floor.
Still injured, with wounds and lacerations lining that place, Silver still had to endure the non-stop invasion of the men having their way with him, and although his mental state was still good, that little back hole of his couldn't take much more o the battering that left his flesh all the more torn. It was only until they realised his wounds might effect his pricing did those mercenaries finally stopped their assault. But even though it was unavoidable for them to not resort to further indecent acts or violations throughout the remainder of their journey, it was nothing in comparison to this prior gang-rаping.
Lennon Says
With a squint, Lennon glared at the three who still remained standing. It became all the more apparent the batch of goods he received this time around were pretty good indeed. But, not only were they one in a million in terms off looks, their temperaments were also quite distinct. It seemed as though that in addition to his S-tier products, there were a few raring to become rather popular goods come next season. But all this were thoughts he mulled over in his own mind while his face on the outside had remained just as rigid. He had a lot of experience training others, and one thing he had come to realise, was that the ones who were the most proud and restrained attitude at the start, were the best to train. The finished products ordinarily tended to be reserved and unassuming, but during the process of making them, they were extraordinarily captivating.
A man, seeming to be the leader, then opened his mouth and spoke: "I believe there is no need for me to tell you what kind of place this is, and since you all are already here, there's only two ways you can leave: by being bought, or death—from old age. The name is Lennon, and I will be the one in charge of your training program in the future. The two next to me are my assistants and they will be the ones who will aid you in learning tasks you have no way of completing on your own." After a pause, he then continued, "First and foremost, you should all thank your lucky stars, that barring any future hiccups, you will all be entered as sеx-slaves for District A. This means, so long as you pass this initial training program, you will have access to a room of your own and no longer have to share a room for ten like this one. Anyhow, even if you came here from the future, I believe you will already have a firm grasp of the situation you're in right now."
The room was dark, pitch-black, though it did seem well ventilated, but it was nonetheless unnerving since it had not a sliver of light. How big it was, was a mystery since there was no illumination to be seen. Even with those eyes of his that could see clearly during the night, Silver still couldn't manage to make out a thing in that room.
The youth assigned number two had exceedingly delicate and beautiful features, his hair was a brilliant gold, and if not for his current naked form in that room, it would be easy for anyone to assume he was whimsical young master of some kind. He naturally possessed the sort of proud and arrogant temperament, but, on him, others would find those qualities rather fascinating and cute.
But, following a moment of hesitation and having no idea where he was, Silver ultimately chose to do as was instructed, taking off his cloak before sitting naked on the ice-cold wooden floor.
Aware the others in that room were also future sеx-slaves, and his colleagues, Silver was a bit shy as he wasn't sure how to get along with them.
Aware the others in that room were also future sеx-slaves, and his colleagues, Silver was a bit shy as he wasn't sure how to get along with them.
"Now then, first lesson I need to give you lot is for you all to fully become aware that you have already become sеx-slaves. You may not be collared like those lowly slaves standing at the door outside, but you are slaves nonetheless, and that's an immutable fact. You have no dignity, no name, no personality. You will become the perfect sеx-slave, you will do whatever your master desires, and doing so will be your greatest wish and sole purpose..."
"One. Two... Ten!"
But, despite his fear, the ones beside him also didn't move which made him also feel hesitant.
Still injured, with wounds and lacerations lining that place, Silver still had to endure the non-stop invasion of the men having their way with him, and although his mental state was still good, that little back hole of his couldn't take much more o the battering that left his flesh all the more torn. It was only until they realised his wounds might effect his pricing did those mercenaries finally stopped their assault. But even though it was unavoidable for them to not resort to further indecent acts or violations throughout the remainder of their journey, it was nothing in comparison to this prior gang-rаping.
Which was why this young man, who had never in is life been treated in such a manner, received those commands earlier, he exposed a reddened pair of baby-doll eyes. As the one standing beside him, Silver was confused by the youth's reaction. But then he remembered he was shut out from the world for so long, and that body of his was also quite peculiar. So, with this in mind, he realised a reaction like that boy's would be one considered normal, and such a thought had given him some peace of mind.
"Next, I need you all to firmly bear this in mind, you must accept every command given to you during training. Not one sliver of defiance is allowed and you will do as commanded until I an satisfied."
A man, seeming to be the leader, then opened his mouth and spoke: "I believe there is no need for me to tell you what kind of place this is, and since you all are already here, there's only two ways you can leave: by being bought, or death—from old age. The name is Lennon, and I will be the one in charge of your training program in the future. The two next to me are my assistants and they will be the ones who will aid you in learning tasks you have no way of completing on your own." After a pause, he then continued, "First and foremost, you should all thank your lucky stars, that barring any future hiccups, you will all be entered as sеx-slaves for District A. This means, so long as you pass this initial training program, you will have access to a room of your own and no longer have to share a room for ten like this one. Anyhow, even if you came here from the future, I believe you will already have a firm grasp of the situation you're in right now."
"Now then, first lesson I need to give you lot is for you all to fully become aware that you have already become sеx-slaves. You may not be collared like those lowly slaves standing at the door outside, but you are slaves nonetheless, and that's an immutable fact. You have no dignity, no name, no personality. You will become the perfect sеx-slave, you will do whatever your master desires, and doing so will be your greatest wish and sole purpose..."
With a squint, Lennon glared at the three who still remained standing. It became all the more apparent the batch of goods he received this time around were pretty good indeed. But, not only were they one in a million in terms off looks, their temperaments were also quite distinct. It seemed as though that in addition to his S-tier products, there were a few raring to become rather popular goods come next season. But all this were thoughts he mulled over in his own mind while his face on the outside had remained just as rigid. He had a lot of experience training others, and one thing he had come to realise, was that the ones who were the most proud and restrained attitude at the start, were the best to train. The finished products ordinarily tended to be reserved and unassuming, but during the process of making them, they were extraordinarily captivating.
"Now then, based on the sequence which you were brought into the room just now, we will assign you a number from one to ten." From behind Lennon, one of his two assistants walked forward and gave each of them a platinum collar, and since Silver was the eighth one to enter, he received the one engraved with an eight. "Now that that's sorted, let's begin with fitness training."
"Next, I need you all to firmly bear this in mind, you must accept every command given to you during training. Not one sliver of defiance is allowed and you will do as commanded until I an satisfied."
Silver felt frightened instinctively, even though his years in captivity left him with little resistance when it came to dealing with such things, his keen sensitivity made goosebumps erupt on his skin. While he felt a taste from that rod would without a doubt be unpleasant, despite having never seen electric appliances since he spent his young life tucked away in the mountains and something like what being tased felt like was not one he could truly comprehend.
At their disobedience, Lennon's anger rose, and his eyes grew all the more frigid. "Since you all are going to be like this, it looks like I'm going to have to make you lot suffer a bit. I'll count to ten, and anyone not kissing the floor will get what's coming to them when I'm done." Truthfully, an act like theirs wasn't something uncommon in his line of work. Every season, there would always be new sеx-slaves who struggled to part with their dignity, because despite being classed a sеx-slave leading to a more luxurious lifestyle and having more status than the ordinary slaves, being in that industry did come with the cost of great humiliation. So, naturally, if those those new slaves' self respect is not completely wiped from existence at the start of their training, it would be all the more difficult to rid them of such slowly break down those feelings in the future.
After his bewitching voice ceased, the group of ten woke up from their trance feeling a bit lost.
"Now then, first lesson I need to give you lot is for you all to fully become aware that you have already become sеx-slaves. You may not be collared like those lowly slaves standing at the door outside, but you are slaves nonetheless, and that's an immutable fact. You have no dignity, no name, no personality. You will become the perfect sеx-slave, you will do whatever your master desires, and doing so will be your greatest wish and sole purpose..."
Luckily, there wasn't much time given for him to feel any further bashfulness, because two other people soon arrived that were followed by two neatly dressed men. So when the door of that room was shut, there were now ten naked people on the dot.
"One. Two... Ten!"
And with this, currently still standing in that room were the slaves numbered, Two, Five, and Eight.
Not long afterwards, the door had opened once more, this time the one who entered was a person dressed in a white cloak. Behind them was a man dressed in black, but not the one who took him, it was clearly a different person, though their clothes were more or less the same. Seeing this, Silver suspected the rank between the two were similar as well.
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With a squint, Lennon glared at the three who still remained standing. It became all the more apparent the batch of goods he received this time around were pretty good indeed. But, not only were they one in a million in terms off looks, their temperaments were also quite distinct. It seemed as though that in addition to his S-tier products, there were a few raring to become rather popular goods come next season. But all this were thoughts he mulled over in his own mind while his face on the outside had remained just as rigid. He had a lot of experience training others, and one thing he had come to realise, was that the ones who were the most proud and restrained attitude at the start, were the best to train. The finished products ordinarily tended to be reserved and unassuming, but during the process of making them, they were extraordinarily captivating.
"Strip." After issuing this command, the strange man simply left.
"One. Two... Ten!"
Which was why this young man, who had never in is life been treated in such a manner, received those commands earlier, he exposed a reddened pair of baby-doll eyes. As the one standing beside him, Silver was confused by the youth's reaction. But then he remembered he was shut out from the world for so long, and that body of his was also quite peculiar. So, with this in mind, he realised a reaction like that boy's would be one considered normal, and such a thought had given him some peace of mind.
It was a small, isolated island that was breathtaking sight from the outside looking in. It seemed to be bustling with people, but their numbers weren't that many.
"One. Two... Ten!"
And with this, currently still standing in that room were the slaves numbered: Two, Five, and Eight.
A man, seeming to be the leader, then opened his mouth and spoke: "I believe there is no need for me to tell you what kind of place this is, and since you all are already here, there's only two ways you can leave: by being bought, or death—from old age. The name is Lennon, and I will be the one in charge of your training program in the future. The two next to me are my assistants and they will be the ones who will aid you in learning tasks you have no way of completing on your own." After a pause, he then continued, "First and foremost, you should all thank your lucky stars, that barring any future hiccups, you will all be entered as sеx-slaves for District A. This means, so long as you pass this initial training program, you will have access to a room of your own and no longer have to share a room for ten like this one. Anyhow, even if you came here from the future, I believe you will already have a firm grasp of the situation you're in right now."
Poor baby 😛
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