Chapter 12: Real Lessons Begin

I woke up a bit before my alarm at 0:49, surprisingly less tired than I expected. I figured I had spent almost an hour enjoying my new toy. The button, as it turned out, served as a pump control for the knot. Pressing it made it swell up, holding it in would slowly release the pressure. It had been a fun night.

“Oooh, you got us eggs?” Innu was already in the fridge, grabbing the bottle of water, and had apparently noticed the eggs I bought.

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Chapter 10: Hannah Alone?

We had time for supper, but then Innu had to work upstairs in the brothel. She spent a while getting ready, and left at around 6:T6 on the watch. “Behave for me, Hannah,” she said a she headed out the door.

I had no intention of behaving. I have a chance to be on my own now, for the first time since yesterday morning, and I intended to take full advantage of it.

I was going to escape.

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Chapter 9: Harsh and Pleasant Introductions

I had been lucky to have such good interactions so far. It turns out that not every owner and slave is as nice as the ones I had met, and the differences in discipline, training styles, and personalities of owners leads to its own class system within the Facility. Most slaves minimize their interactions with slaves from rival owners, either on the command of the owner or just out of social habit.

    Pandora, for example, has a distaste for Doctor Hybert. So outside of things like lessons and medical care, we just tend not to hang out with his dolls. On the other hand, she is intrigued by Sarah, who offers her slaves a lot of liberty, and since they both to be liberal-minded, we tend to get along with Sarah’s slaves pretty well.

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Chapter 8: Training Begins

Schooling is important to a slave. Well, training, at least, is important. Once we complete a training course, we have the equivalent of a vocational training degree. Not that we can transfer that into a free life, but it means we’re preferred for positions over students or untrained candidates. And since our intensive training takes months compared to years of university. . . well, you can imagine that we’re in demand.

Especially since we tend to have half the going rate of a graduate, with the catch of not being permanent employees. We also get pulled in during strikes, though never quite enough to replace the workers — just enough to keep things going. Aside from external contracts, though, our workday consists of four hours, normal time. Usually that time is spent in the club or brothel, with another two to four hours of training, if we’re in training at all.

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Innu’s Diary – Chapter 1: My Beginning

 

I’m not sure when I first realized I wanted to serve. I know it was before I was eighteen. I did a lot of research about BDSM, and even had a few friends, eighteen before me, who helped me figure out trustworthy and sketchy information. So while I read stories and stuff online, I have never tried it at all until my first scene, when I also met the first person I loved.

Innu Sobacke

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Chapter 7: Home Enough

There are three sorts of living arrangements inside Pandora’s Box. There are two-bed, one-bed, and apartment housing options, though to say that they are “options” ignores, somewhat, the nature of being a slave. Innu showed me her one-bed apartment, a cozy little space with a bedroom, a private bathroom, and a living space with a mini-kitchen. She also said she doesn’t use the mini-kitchen much.

    The apartments are bigger and more customizable, but they aren’t for slaves. The apartments are reserved for owners, like Pandora or the doctor who performed my physical exam. A slave might have a room set aside in an owner’s apartment, but that would generally be reserved for one like Innu, who is loyal and eager, and whom Pandora cares for deeply.

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Chapter 6: The Grand Tour – Part 2

Sex. Sex sells. We all know it. So I wasn’t the least bit surprised, once I’d found out this was a slavers’ ring, that they trained sex slaves. In fact, I was a little bit excited. It turns out that they will force all of the sex slaves to receive training to act bisexual, whether they are or not. Other than that, there’s hardly anything enforced by Pandora that is particularly deviant.

She requires us to understand the male and female anatomy so we can pleasure both with our hands, our tongue, our lips, and the basic, mainstream toys like dildos and vibrators. We’re also taught how to kiss, and how to interpret what our partner wants. When I first walked into the sex room, I was nervous, yes, but also deeply thrilled and excited.

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Chapter 5: The Grand Tour – Part 1

In this age, slave labor is apparently used in many industries and fields. It’s not usually free, though it is cheaper than legal wages in most of the developed world, and one of the reasons that facilities like Pandora’s Box haven’t really cropped up in Africa and southeast Asia. Basically, if people can engage in slavery in the open, there’s no need for a place like this.

And what sort of work is there? Well, we train people for all sorts of things. Sometimes manual labor like automobile maintenance, sometimes interpersonal labor like serving customers at a restaurant. Then there’s the knowledge division, which includes training physicians and nurses at a fraction of the cost of a medical school. We also train domestic workers, entertainers, and pleasure slaves. More about those in a bit. . .

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Chapter 4: The Uniform Makes the Slave

Pandora was entrusted with all of the responsibilities for this facility, including paying the price for failure if anything goes wrong. Nobody talks about what that price is, but I imagine it’s something in the “fate worse than death” category. Maybe she ends up as a slave like us.

Still, the responsibility included designing the structure and aesthetic of the facility, and in terms of tying things together, I can’t help but compliment her skills, even if I don’t have much love for her as a person. Everything in here seems to be designed to fit together.

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