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SISSY by Sissy Property of: __________________ (part 3) Mistress then reaches down, flips up Miss Susan's skirt, jerks down Her panties. Grabbing my hair, She pushes my face into Miss Susan's ass. Soon Miss Susan and I were working in unison. It wasn't long before Mistress grew flush, sweaty and Her breathing became labored. She then wrapped Her legs around Miss Susan's head and squeezed it tighter into Her pleasure hole. Her throwing Her head back, Her shaking and Her cry signaled that Mistress had peaked. As She returned from the nether world, Mistress patted the seat beside Her, signaling Miss Susan to sit beside Her. Miss Susan rolled over and pulled Herself into the seat, as She wrapped Her legs around my head and pulled me along with Her. I continued to service Her till after She had reached the pentacle, stopping only when the limo stopped. Stepping from the limo behind Mistress and Miss Susan, I saw we were at an airport and parked next to a large private jet. It was more like a private airliner. Climbing the steep, narrow stairs at the rear of the airplane was very difficult for me in my heels. Finally at the top of the stairs we entered the cabin. The first compartment was a walk-in closet where my coat was taken from me. Walking down the hall we passed two closed doors, which Mistress identified as bedrooms, an open door into a large and lavish bedroom identified as Mistress's. The next door was labeled 'toilet'. We walked into the last room which was furnished as a sitting room. At the rear of the room was a wet bar. On the front wall was a large TV screen and a cabinet containing a VCR and several tapes. From the front there were two couches along each side. Behind the couches and in front of the wet bar were two large seats, one on each side. Each of these large seats were specially made. Seats would be a misnomer. Thrones would be more accurate. Raised above the floor, they had high backs, wide padded armrests and a barber chair footrests. Contained in the front of each arm rest was a cup holder. Various places on the seats contained straps and rings. Motioning Miss Susan into the other seat, Mistress Ivana sat in the left seat. Shortly after Mistress sat down, a slave came from the rear of the plane, knelt before Her and kissed Her feet. The slave stood 5'2", was well tanned and well figured. The fit of her red panties defined her as a full female. Large gold rings in her nose, ears, nipples and belly button and stainless steel collar left no doubt as to her slave status. The only surprise was her shaven head. It was completely bare. As She fastened the slave to Her seat, Mistress Ivana directed me to kneel before Miss Susan. When She strapped me in, Miss Susan held my head up and said. "Take one last look at America, as you will never see it again." She then flipped up Her skirt and pushed my face into Her womanhood. I spent the flight there, except when I was allowed a drink. I noticed that Mistress's slave was no longer strapped down and when not servicing Mistress, she was doing other duties, serving drinks, etc. Several hours later, I felt the plane land and knew we had arrived at our new home. Following Miss Susan down the rear stairs, I stepped into the dark moonless night and minced to the awaiting limo. It was much like the one that took us to the airport, long and dark with smoked glass. The cool night air raised goose bumps on my bare skin, as my coat was not returned. Stepping into the limo, I knelt before Miss Susan, who sat next to Mistress. The door closed as I started to kiss Her feet. When I started to work my way up Her legs, Miss Susan stopped it with a sharp. "NO!" I restricted my attention to Her feet. After awhile She pushed me onto my back and fucked my mouth with Her heels. First She placed Her left foot on my forehead. to hold me in place, then She put the heel of Her right foot to my lips and shoved. When it reached bottom, She started to pump in and out. Her leg tiring out, She crossed Her legs and switches the position of Her feet. During the whole ride Miss Susan only comment was. "I love fucking little girlie bois." During the drive, which lasted more than an hour, I couldn't see much, but what I did see and what I felt told me we were in the country side. There were no towns on our route and almost no neighbors. The road was narrow, rough and winding. Before I continue let me tell you a little about my new home. I found all this out much later, but I am telling you now so my story will be easier to follow. Mistress Ivana's estate is a very large farm, about 20,000 acres. I would find out much later how large. It is located in an eastern block country, I don't which one because I wasn't told. And when I ask I was told not to ask, period. But based on the climate, I'd guess it was in the southern half of Europe. It is a working farm, but with an unique cash crop. Slaves. It is a slave farm. The focus of the farm is the mansion. It sits on top of a small hill at the end of a long drive. Constructed of stone, it is three stories high with a large pillared veranda. Spread out behind the house were many out buildings, several of them large. The farm is almost totally self-sufficient. There is very little that it doesn't produce. It produces all its food except for spices and special food and all it's cotton and wool fabrics. It produces almost all the slaves it sells. Now a days, slaves are bred not captured. The only exception are slaves that Mistress buys to improve Her breeding stock. Slaves here are nothing more than live stock. More on this later. Shortly after the limo stopped, Mistress Ivana steps to the ground followed by Miss Susan and me in tow. Up the long stone steps we climbed toward the large double doors. They reminded me of something out of the middle ages. Upon opening, Mistress was greeted by four of Her staff, three of which were kneeling on the stone floor. The two kneeling females were nude except for their collars. They were full figured and had hair below their shoulders. The other kneeling figure was male, who beside his collar was wearing a butler's uniform. The only one standing was a female dressed in a guard's uniform. She was almost six feet in Her bare feet. Wearing thigh high boots with 5" heels, She towered over me. Covering most of her olive skin, the uniform was red leather jodhpurs, red blouse and a thigh black leather jacket. Her hair was jet black in an above the collar military cut. Miss Susan handed my leash to the guard. The guard took my leash and led me from the foyer. Down the hall I followed Her till we came to a door. Opening the door, She walked down the steep, narrow and dark stairs pulling me behind Her. She took me down two levels. The second level was a dimly lit room. I was quickly stripped of my remaining clothing and hosed down in ice cold water. The guard, holding on to me by my hair, scrubbed me down with a rough cloth. When She decided that I was clean, I was taken down a hallway (without being dried off). Through an archway, I was taken into a large open area, full of small wire cages. Many of the cages were occupied, both male and female. All were nude and all were wearing black leather collars. Each of them were chained to the rear of the cage. Before I was thrown into an upper cage, a black leather collar was locked around my neck. Once in the cage, a short chain was fastened between my collar and the back of the cage. After the cage door was closed and locked, the guard left, turning out the lights and leaving me to a short restless night. The next morning, when I was removed from the cage, I began my retraining. I was taken to a room on the first level, after I was hosed and scrubbed down again. Still nude, I was thrown into a room (read cell) that measured ten feet square and contained four army cots. My cot was the one not made. I made my cot and knelt beside it until late afternoon when the Training Mistress brought my roommates back to the room. There were two girls, one was 5' 3", about 110 pounds with a well developed figure. With dark skin, her eyes were green with brown hair. The other was 5 feet tall and maybe 95 pounds and almost a boyish figure. Her blond hair matched her pale skin and blue eyes. My other roommate was a boy-girl like me. She was 5' 6" and 130 pounds, not quite as much figure as girl #1 or myself, but more than girl #2. There was no time to introduce myself, as another slave entered the cell pushing a cart. From this cart, she handed each of us a bowl of gruel and left. The four of us got right to the important business of eating. When we finished another slave entered and retrieved the bowls. A guard entered at this time and chained each of us to our cots. Being in a stone cellar like we were it was a long cold night. The first of many. When released, we were expected to kiss the guard's feet and swiftly cleanup. Washing up was done from a bucket of cold water and a wash rag. A slave then brought us each a small bowl of gruel. During the initial training, Mistress used this method of feeding slaves instead of the more efficient cafeteria method because it allowed more control over them. Following the meal we were lead from the cell to another room on the first level. This room was a large open room and within a couple minutes there were 20 of us kneeling. All were either a female or a boy-girl. Although we all were experienced, we were to be retrained to Mistress Ivana's standards. The classes started early morning and ran until supper time, seven days a week. We had classes in various duties, grooming, femininity, dance, clothing and sex. The classes were very detailed, up to date and pertinent. The Training Mistresses were very strict, demanding and knowledgeable. Later I found out that the black glass walls and the mirrors were observation windows. And we were observed by Mistress, Her staff and customers. During our training, we practiced on each other and on the Training Mistresses. Graduation was based on performance. When we were ready we were taken to our new position, normally. When I graduated the Training Mistress removed me from class and I was taken to another room. There I was cleaned up and uniformed. My uniform consisted not only of a short black maid's uniform, but also 5" pumps, a very tight corset and black seamed stockings. I was then led upstairs and into a large bedroom suite that could only be Mistress's. The Training Mistress left me kneeling in the middle of the floor. There I stayed until several hours later, Mistress Ivana entered the room. Without hesitation, I rushed to Her and began worshipping Her feet. When I had finished, Mistress had me undress Her, prepare Her bath and bathe Her. After I had finished and had dried Her off, I helped Her into Her nightgown. Mistress sat on the edge of the bed and while I did Her manicure and pedicure, She laid out Her plans for me. "Sissy, for now I will let you keep that name. But I may change it later. As you know by now, you own nothing including your name. This is your graduation from training. You are not quite ready to serve as my personal maid, so after tonight you will be assigned to Miss Susan as Her maid. You will serve Her until you are ready to serve me. At that point, my present maid will be reassigned to the breeding barn and you will become my maid. You will be retrained in this position at my convenience. And don't think that being my slut will be easy. Far from it. You'll wish you were a field slut or a breeding bitch. Now get busy." She then rolled back into the bed and I tucked Her in. On my hands and knees I moved to the foot of Mistress's bed. Lifting the covers, I crawled into Her bed, kissing and worshipping Her body until I reached the fount of Her royal womanhood. Mistress's legs wrapped themselves around my head, locking my mouth to Her nether lips. Her hips rocked as Her passion came over Her in wave after wave. The unconsciousness of sleep overcame both of us as we were locked in this position. The taste and smell of Her muskiness awoke me the next morning. Crawling from Mistress Ivana's bed, I first cleaned up, then I got Her breakfast. While She ate Her normal breakfast of toast with marmalade, juice and coffee, I prepared Mistress's bath. When Mistress stepped into the shower, I got in behind Her and scrubbed Her back and legs. I dried Her off after She got out of the shower. Entering the bedroom, I saw Mistress's maid kneeling next to the bed. When Mistress Ivana snapped Her fingers, the maid quickly assisted Mistress to dress. All I could do was kneel and watch. Giving final instructions, Mistress left the suite. "Girl, take sissy to Mistress Susan." Before she complied with her instructions, girl walked around me taunting me. "Think you can replace me, ha. I'll do whatever I have to , to keep that from happening. I don't know what She sees in you. With your deformed cunt." She snaps a leash on my collar. With a, "Come on, whore," she drags me naked out of the suite and down the hall. Her route and speed caused me to trip and fall several times. Finally at Miss Susan's door, she stops, slaps me several times, knocks on the door and leaves. The door opens to Miss Susan and I enter what for me is a safe haven (relatively speaking). Miss Susan first shows me around Her suite and then explains my duties and responsibilities. "Sissy, I am going to fine tune your training, so you'll be ready to serve Mistress Ivana. As you well know by now, I am very strict and demanding. This will not change. As for your duties. In the morning you will wake me up by crawling into my bed and worshipping my glorious body. Each night I will set the time. After you serve my breakfast, you will prepare my bath. You will gently scrub me, shampoo my hair and pat me dry. After you assist me dressing, I will leave and you will clean up my suite. Upon finishing you will take the dishes to the kitchen, then join me in Mistress's office. You will spend the rest of the work day as my secretary and errand girl. During dinner you will wait on me. Afterward you will still wait on me. At bedtime you will turn down my bed, undress me and then tuck me in. Most nights you will sleep on a mattress at the foot on my bed, after you turn out the lights. As for fine tuning, it is Mistress Ivana's feeling that you only need practice. And you will get it. When you are ready, you will be reassigned to Mistress Ivana. There is no time like the present to begin. Now get busy." And so it went. Over the next several months, Miss Susan fine tuned my training, I practiced and got better. Both Mistress Ivana and Miss Susan were telling me I was ready for reassignment. Working in Mistress Ivana's office I got to know the complex quite well. I saw that as slaves go the house slaves lived well compared to the field slaves. It strengthened my resolve to maintain my position. Mistress entertained clients on a regular basis. The staff is assigned to serve during the evening. Such was the case just before I was reassigned. During dinner myself and three other girls were under the table, serving the clients. While they were eating desert, one woman put a large carrot into Her pussy. She then pulled me into Her crotch. As I was finishing it (and the woman was climaxing) Mistress Ivana's girl pushed me into the woman's crotch. Because of the activity involve, I ended up biting the clit. The woman leaped up with a scream. With total fear of my life I crawled to Mistress's feet crying. I then kissed Her feet and begged for my punishment. With Mistress Ivana begging for forgiveness or mercy is most definitely the wrong approach. At Mistress's direction, a staff member pulled me from under the table and dragged me to Mistress's office. For the next couple hours, I knelt on the office floor, shivering in terror. Finally Mistress, followed by Miss Susan, entered the room. Before I could scamper to Her feet, Mistress snapped out a sharp, "STAY!" Which froze me in place. Sitting in Her seat, She looked me over with a scowl and an angry look which caused me to shiver and cringe even more. "I am very disappointed in you, sissy. Hurting a client is extremely serious. Before you say anything, I am telling you that you are very fortunate. Another client had bent over and saw girl push you. He likes you. When He told me about girl He also offered to buy you. I refused His offer. Girl did it to secure her place as my girl. Now all it's going to get her is a flogging, an earlier transfer to the breeding barn and instead of being sold as a lady's slave, she'll be sold to a Turkish brothel. As for you. I cannot have you going around biting clients, accidental or otherwise. Tomorrow you will be caned then transferred from the house to the fields. In time, if you exercise diligence you will work your way back into the house. I'll miss you." With a snap of Her fingers, Mistress Ivana summoned a Training Mistress and I was taken from the room. Before I was removed from the house, my uniform was ripped from my body. I spent what remained of the night locked in a wire cage that sat in the courtyard between the slave barracks. Early the next morning, before sunrise, I was removed from the cage and placed in a standing stock. As the sun rose, I was given a drink of water as the occupants of the barracks were assembled in the courtyard. A bucket of cold water was thrown over me, as the senior Training Mistress read the punishment. "This slut fucked up. Now you'll see what happens when a slave screws up. She'll spend the next 24 hours attached to the stock. Then she'll be sent to the fields as a field slut. Begin." My screams signaled my mind registering the ten strokes of the cane that fell on my ass. Water was thrown on me again as the audience was dismissed. As the slaves moved from the courtyard the senior Training Mistress moved up to my crying form. She rubbed Her leather clad crotch against my flaming ass while She reached around me and fondled my tits and cock. "You'll love it in the fields. All the girls we send out there don't want to come back. We drag them kicking and screaming to the breeding barn. All the males in the fields are big and I mean big all over. You'll love it. You will not want to go back to Mistress Ivana's side. You were too noisy, so I'm going to gag you." Just before I could climax, She stopped and rammed a gag in my mouth. For the next 24 hours, I was locked in the standing stocks and every hour on the hour, I was caned about my ass and thighs. The number of strokes was increased by one every hour, so that at 6AM the next morning I got 34 cuts with the cane. Before each period, a bucket of cold water was thrown over me. I was not fed, but a few times I was given small drinks of water. Before the last period the audience was reassembled to watch the finish. When the last stroke fell, I was removed from the stocks and placed in the back of a pickup truck. The rough ride was amplified by my tender ass. Once the truck arrived at the back compound, I was taken from the truck and placed in a cell. I was left alone until the next morning. After I was fed the next morning, I was taken to the senior Overseer. She was a large, nordic looking woman. The blond bun on the back of Her head gave Her a stern school marm look. "Sissy, Mistress Ivana has remanded you to me. Normally with a new girl like you I would either assign you to an overseer as Her personal girl or as a water slut. How-ever, Mistress Ivana has directed that you be assigned as a field slave. I have been instructed to promote you only when your performance indicates a promotion. Presently, we are picking cotton and you will be issued a bag and a quota. Now Mistress Pam will take you to your assigned crew after you are uniformed." With a wave of Her hand, I was dismissed to Mistress Pam's not so tender care. The uniform consisted of a heavy steel collar locked around my neck and a brown leather panty. My cock was pulled back between my legs as the panty was laced tight. For the next two weeks I spent the time between sunup and sundown dragging a large mesh bag up and down the cotton fields. The dirt and rocks hurt my tender feet just as the rough plants blistered my soft hands. My first day's quota was one and a half bags. A full bag weighs 200 pounds. I was 3 pounds short. The next day the quota was raised to 2 bags. I worked very hard despite my hurting limbs to meet the quota. Each day the quota was increased and I came just short of filling it each day. After sundown we were fed a vegetable stew, the bedded down. All the field slaves slept on the wooden floor of a converted barn. Each of us had a blanket for warmth and comfort. The first night, I laid on my side, one of the male slaves pressed himself against my back. He began to pump his rod in the crack of my ass. Rolling me on my stomach, he continued to drive his meat up and down my crack as he pushed my crotch and tits into the floor. My leather panties prevented his entering me, so he drains his lust onto my ass. He falls asleep a top me, pinning me to the floor. Each night a male slave did the same to me. When the cotton harvest was complete, I was assigned to duties of a water slut. These duties consisted of carrying a yoke attached to 2 water buckets. The field slaves drank out of these buckets at appointed times. Each water slut was responsible for keeping her buckets clean and filled. They were also used to serve the Overseers as required. Over the next several weeks, I served in this capacity. By now my body had a deep dark tan. A new Overseer was assigned to the facility, Mistress Gina. She was young, maybe 19, tall at 5' 8" and about 115 pounds. Her body was well developed. She took a shine to me and always requested me for her crew. When assigned to Her crew, I seemed to spend most of my time with my face buried in Her snatch. My nights were spent as before being used for brut lust, by the male slaves. Although Mistress Gina wanted me as Her girl, the senior Overseer wouldn't reassign me and She also prevented my assignment to Mistress Gina's crew. The days went slower after that. Not much longer after that, I was reassigned to reward slut duties. A reward slut is given to a male slave as a reward for outstanding performance or special reward. Normally it is for the night. The slut's only uniform is her collar. Before you feel she gets off easy, let me tell you about her other duties. During the normal work day, she gets and serves the meals. Which means that she has to get up about an hour earlier than everyone else. She cleans up the barracks and if the field crews are short handed or behind schedule (which seems normal) she works in the fields like any other field slave. So you can see she doesn't get much sleep. It is also why the sluts seem to burn out quickly and don't last long in those duties. My first night, I was given to a slave as a reward for exceeding his quota. Taking me from behind he rammed himself in and out of me until he filled my hole. Early the next morning He awoke atop me and again used me. Each night I was used. Each day I worked in the fields. In a week's time, I was so tired I fell very short on my quota. My punishment was no supper and I had to spend the night servicing one of the brutes in the punishment cells. He was huge. Maybe 230 pounds, all muscle. He was covered with stiff, rough hair. His cock was normal length but was over 4 inches in diameter. He used me all night. It seemed like he had a fire hose in me, not only because of the size. But also because of the amount of fluid pumped into me. The next morning when he left for the fields, I was left in the cell. I stayed there until supper time when I was fed and given to another slave for the night. The next night I was given to one of the studs of the barracks. He was a tall (at 6') beautiful man, slender with blue eyes and brown hair. The only reason he wasn't a house slave was because he was so undisciplined. However that didn't stop Mistress Ivana from using him in the breeding barn, several times a year. What hung down between his legs was more of a third leg than anything else. It was normal thickness but was at least 18" long. It was the first night I spent on my back in a long time. He laid me down and bent my legs over my head. Then he wormed that pole of his into my bowels. I could feel my intestines uncoil and his little head push toward my stomach. The next morning, I couldn't seem to hold anything in. I shit and shit and shit again. The Overseers were easy on me that day. It seems that is a common reaction to servicing him. The day after that one of the slaves killed a snake before it attacked an Overseer. We were picking potatoes that day, when He saw a snake moving toward the overseer. He hit it several times with a hoe, killing it. The Overseer granted the slave an immediate reward, my use on the spot. Taking a potato vine, he tied my hands behind me. He then threw me over a potato barrel and savagely assaulted my hole. Upon finishing he went back to his duties. I couldn't. It was all I could do to get off the barrel. Once on the ground, I managed to work my hands loose. However, I was still hurting. His driving into me had pushed my body into the wooden barrel and I had wood slivers in my tits and belly. By the time I had gotten them all out, I was so far behind there was no way I could avoid punishment. That night I was not fed. Instead I was tied to a post and Mistress Gina whipped me until my back, ass and legs were one red welt. I was then thrown into a punishment cell, alone. The following morning, Mistress Gina rubbed some salve into my bruises, gave me a drink of water and informed me of my new status. "Sissy, you have been given to me as my girl. As you know, it won't be easy. But you will only service me and those I tell you to. I'm going to let you spend most of the day here to rest. But later this afternoon, I will have you clean up and then take you to my quarters. I'll go over the rest of your duties later. But I will tell you now. If you keep me happy you will be taken care of." The job was easier than a reward slut's, but harder than a water slut's. The duties were very similar to the duties of a lady's slave. The only differences were that when the Overseer went to the fields, Her girl went with Her. And there was a lot of swapping. Over the next three months, I served almost all the Overseers. My uniform beyond my ever present collar consisted of a pair of leather bikini panties and to prevent sagging, a matching leather bra. My field duties were not very complex. Primarily I ran errands, got my Mistress drinks of water, shaded Mistress with an umbrella and serviced Her when ever. Usually in the fields, Mistress Gina would use one of the water sluts for Her satisfaction. Me, She could use anytime. But She used me when none of the other sluts struck Her fancy. Once when Mistress Gina left for a few days, She loaned me to the senior Overseer, Mistress Scarlet. Mistress Scarlet didn't do field assignments, but She did go out to the fields to check on the staff. When She did, She almost always rode a horse. While I was in Her charge, She took me with Her. Usually running alongside with my leash attached to Her saddle. Sometimes, when it was a long day or the fields were a long way away, She would let me ride behind Her. She always had me rub down Her horse after Her jaunts. Once after a long trip, which I was allowed to ride, after I completed the rub down, Mistress Scarlet had me get beneath Her stallion and thank him for the ride with a blowjob. The stallion's cock was the biggest I had ever taken. I could barely take the head in my mouth. Many minutes later he filled my mouth and belly with horsey sperm. When She wasn't out on Her horse, Mistress Scarlet was in Her office sitting at Her desk. While She had me, She kept me under Her desk when She was in Her office. When I wasn't kissing and licking Her exalted womanhood, I was sniffing Her womanly musk. Then one morning, Mistress Gina takes me to the house and turns me over to Mistress Margaret, the house Overseer. With a pat on my tush and a "I'll miss you, sissy." Mistress Gina walked out of the door and out of my life. Mistress Margaret took me into Her office and before She uniformed me, She laid out my duties. "Mistress Ivana has determined that you have learned your lesson and has had you returned to duty in the house. She however, has left it up to me what duties you will be assigned. You will have to continue to work very diligently if you ever hope to regain the lofty position you once held. For now you work in the kitchen as a kitchen slut. You will perform the duties assigned by the cook." With that I was dressed in a short grey rubber dress. It did nothing to hide my body. The cook was called Mistress Pam. She had four other slaves in the kitchen, so being the new girl, I was assigned dishwashing duties. Sometimes I got to run errands. But I spent most of my time up to my elbows in hot dishwater. I was not used sexually at all during this time and being use to being used all the time, it left me frustrated. Four months later, the next new girl was my replacement. I was taken from the house and placed in the breeding barn. The breeding barn is a large chicken barn type of building, set at the rear of the main house complex. Like I told you before, most slaves are now bred , not captured. Some of the benefits include control over gender and supply. The breeding is strictly controlled. The gender of the baby is determined in advance and the mother is bred by certain men to produce a controlled genetic product. Mistress Ivana's policy is that all women produce at least two babies before being sold. A majority of the babies are female, since they have a much greater value, are more easily sold, transported, controlled and trained. Most of the male babies produced are destined to become she-males and the mothers are bred with the house slaves. To replenish the field slave stocks, field slaves are taken to the barn. The barn is divided into three areas. The first two floors are the breeding area. There are row upon row of breeding benches. Each bench is height adjustable. A girl is strapped on to the bench with her crotch at the edge. Her feet are secured into stirrups. The male is placed between the stirrups, the height is adjusted and he is fastened to the bench. Both slaves are blindfolded during the whole process. Each female is bred several times by the same male, also she is also bred by other males with similar characteristics. The next two floors are taken up by quarters for the females. When they are not at the breeding benches, they are here. Each floor is a totally open area filled with row after row of cots. The cots are ordinary army cots and each occupant has one blanket. By the time one is assigned to the barn, she is very well disciplined so only on rare occasions are any of the girls chained to the cots. The nursery occupies the top three floors. Like the two floors below them, these floors are large open bays with row upon row of cots. But between each cot are two small cribs. After a girl has been pregnant for between two to three months, she is moved to this area. When, is always scheduled to the availability of cots and the intake and outgo of girls. The new girls, like on the last two floors serve the food. Usually they spend 2 to 3 weeks on this detail. Then they spend the remainder of their time as nurses to the babies. Since the girls are dry by this time, they nurse the babies via bottles, but they must use their breasts as pacifiers. Besides feeding, bathing and changing the babies, each slave must wash the diapers. Each girl is assigned up to four infants. When the girls go into labor, they are removed to the birthing house next door. A day or two after delivery the girl is brought back to the nursery for two to four weeks. When their hormones have leveled out, each girls is returned to duty, returned to the first two floors or removed to be sold. The babies remain in the nursery for 6 months, then they are sent to special barracks, where they are cared for and trained. The few boy-girls sent to the breeding barn are sent there to only to breed with the females, but also for punishment. Occasionally the Mistresses got tired of watching me rub my tits with another set of tits. So They strapped me onto a bench and brought in field slaves to service me. My quarters were on the fifth floor in the nursery. I was assigned three babies to care for. They wore me out. Guess who had the cot next to mine? Girl. She was caring for 4 infants. She was also worn and about eight months pregnant. After girl was returned to the benches, I was taken from the barn. My next assignment like all the boy-girls from the breeding barn was the auction barn. As stock. The auction barn is to the left of the house. It is an unimposing building, but that is misleading. Beneath are four floors of cellar. The night before the auction, slaves are taken to the bottom two floors of the cellar, stripped and caged. Each cage is a small wire box, just barely large enough for one slave. Preparations for the auctions (which start at 1PM) take the whole morning. The top two floors of the cellar are used as the preparation area. The slaves are lined up in order of sale. Field slaves first followed by house slaves, male then female, she-males, then pleasure slaves. Each slave is removed from its cage, scrubbed down, shackled in a continuous chain, body oiled and just before the sale, spanked (to add color to the cheeks). Slaves are not fed prior to the sale, but they are watered several times. Just before the sale, the chain is led from the cellar to the upstairs via a long dark tunnel. I was placed toward the end of the chain. It was a long wait. It takes an average of one minute to sell a slave. Toward the end of the sale, the rate slows down because the pleasure slaves create a more active auction. While we waited we are watered while Overseers keep us quiet. Step by step I get closer to the doorway. Finally just before I get to the door, a bucket of water is thrown over me and an Overseer places ten quick strokes of Her crop on my ass. At the door, I 'm released from the chain and led to a platform. Six feet high, it is large enough to hold an Overseer and a slave and allow the slave to be properly shown. The height along with the bright lights on the edge of the platform allow the buyers to properly see the slave. The lights also prevent the slave seeing the buyers. The auctioneer stands in front of the platform taking bids, while the Overseer manipulates my body. I can hear the excitement of the bidding rise. Finally the Overseer caresses my body with a cat of nine tails. My body reacts to the caress with shivers, shakes and quivers. The auctioneer ends the bidding with a loud "SOLD!" I was led from the platform and taken from the room via another door. This door leads from the rear of the auction barn. Just behind the auction barn is the shipping building and this is where I was taken. I was placed in another chain awaiting shipping. Finally it's my turn. I am led to a large wooden crate with an open side. Inside is a substantial wooden chair with several padded leather straps. Just before I'm placed in the seat, a slave diapers me. I am strapped into the seat, blindfolded and gagged. The gag has a tube leading from it to a large bottle of water. Hammering was my only indication I was closed in. All I can tell you about the trip was that it was long, because I got extremely hungry. I was told later that the trip from the farm takes two days. From the pressure changes I could tell most of the trip was by airplane. The jolts and shaking told me that part of the journey was spent in the back of a truck. With a bang, my crate was dropped to the ground. I was where I was going. Where was I? What was in store for me? I fell asleep with those questions on my mind.