Sophia stood in the hot wash room, folding bedsheets, her eyes downcast and her backtalk shut tight. The other lady friend folding with her were chatting and giggling, their optic sparkling with laughter. But Sophia did not link up in. She did n't have that privilege. The other girls were bantam and beautiful. They were naturally submissive to the matrons. Sophia was tall for a girl, her skin darker and her eyes too harrowing to be classed as beautiful with the balance of the fair-haired picket world-beater around her. She questioned her orders, never managed to retain her top dog down when it mattered. She was a extraordinary, thankless girl. As was she told by everyone who had the prospect. So she worked twice as toilsome. She never broke the ruler when she could help it. She tried her very safe to rue to the Lords, praying as often as she could. It was even more crucial to be perfect this week. Tomorrow night the chosen would be ***********ed to exist in the state of grace of a Greater. Those not chosen would never leave behind the compound. They would become matrons, whose only job was to tend to the chemical compound and strain with the male lessers to create the side by side multiplication to serve the Greaters.

Sophia knew that she would end up a matron. There was no way even a noble would choose her with her feel. And there was no way her Indian file would be scheme enough for the Greaters to even require her at the choosing ceremonial. But she wanted to make it her all on the off chance a minor Maker showed her commiseration and took her. She finished with her peck of wash at the like sentence as the former miss, placing it on the shelf and heading toward the threshold with the others, smoothing their long white dresses. The lessers that had n't yet reached the choosing wore white, whereas the matrons wore green. No one knew what the chosen wore. They were n't seen again.

They hurried across the courtyard to the dormitory. The sun was already setting. Sophia quickly stripped off her gown as the other girls did the same and carefully folded it into the drawer under her cot, then presented at the fundament of her bed, on her articulatio genus with her hired hand behind her question and her legs spread, allowing the incoming matron a perfect view of her perky teat and virtue whack. The early girls followed lawsuit just as the dorm matron arrived. Sophia kept her eyes drilled to the floor as the matron slowly walked down the aisle, examining each girl. She stopped in front end of Sophia, and she could feel the glare boring into her. The matron tutted in disapproval. Not at her positioning, but simply at her. The matron continued her inspection, finishing at the end of the room before strutting back up to the headway of the room. `` Sophia, Charlotte, Amelia, Anastasia, Lila, Vivian and Dahlia pinnata, go to the grooming Lord immediately. The rest of you must make yourselves for eternal rest. ``

'' Yes matron, '' the girls said in unison, the seven she called hurrying to their feet and filing out the doorway in individual filing cabinet, lining up outside the door to the tunnels. Each young woman placed their mitt behind their vertebral column and the matron bound them with cuffs before placing blindfolds over their eyes. Sophia heard the matron retreat back to the main dormitory as the burrow room access clicked opened and somebody grabbed her arm and led her down the steps and through the tunnels. It felt like they had walked for at to the lowest degree a mile, but with the blindfolds, it was insufferable to tell. They were finally led up another set of stair and pushed down onto their knee joint, presenting themselves. The blindfolds were removed and Sophia blinked hard as the bright light blinded her but quickly remembered to look down at the floor. Vivian was brought up first, her sexual morality belt unlocked and removed followed by her articulatio radiocarpea restraints as she was placed on a gynaecologists table where she was bound again, her legs spread wide.

'' Watch, '' came the commanding voice of the Lord. The fille immediately complied, their eyes landing on Vivian and her exposed pussycat. The Divine spread her lips and inspected her, his look in from her snatch. He then used a gloved finger to spread wax across her stubbly vulva as she had n't shaved since last night. He pressed a cartoon strip of newspaper to the wax and with one quick tug, ripped the wax and hairs away. Vivian screamed, the former miss flinching. The Lord smiled and opened a file on the table side by side to him, noting something in it about her reaction.

The Almighty next repeated the waxing summons on her legs and ass, leaving her hairless before cleaning her pussy very thoroughly. He undid the strap holding her legs down and refastened the chastity belt ammunition before lifting her down and binding her hands behind her again, forcing her to kneel next to the others, her facial expression streaked with snag from the annoyance.

He next called up Charlotte, repeating the process, noting again in a different file when her scream was not as trashy or hanker as Vivian 's.

Next was Sophia and she almost resisted, but then she remembered who she was. `` Submit, silent, handmaid. '' The mantra she lived by, the one taught to them since they were young nestling. The one that won them spot in a Lord 's house. She allowed herself to be bound to the table and when he placed the wax on her pussy she sucked in a rich breathing space, screwing her middle shut. `` Endure, '' she thought to herself over and over. No Creator wanted a less that could n't handle pain.

When he ripped off the wax she gritted her dentition through the hurting, her optic watering but she did not cry out. The Divine looked up, shanghai before writing the government note in his notepad and continuing onto the balance of her. When he was finished, she was grateful for the liberation that the cold trading floor gave her. She tuned out as she stared ahead at the other girls enduring the Same discourse, some crying out forte than Vivian and others only whimpering. Sophia just prayed to the Greaters. Thanked them for being in the presence of a Lord, even a minor one. Thanked them for the nuisance. She prayed to Him, the God, brought down to them by the senior high school Master, for Him to be sort and allow her the grace of a Lord. When they were finally finished, blindfolded and led back to bed, the other missy in the dorm were already kneeling at the understructure of their beds again to prepare for the final examination inspection.

The returning lessers were ushered into the john to wash their faces, brush their hair and teeth before hurrying back to their beds to present. The dorm matron returned, inspecting the agate line as she had previously. When she was slaked, the fille lay on their bottom, on their backs, hands folded over their stomachs and went to log Z's.

The adjacent dawning the lady friend all awoke at morning, quickly brushing their hair and dentition, washing their faces and knelt at the infantry of their beds to lay out for morning inspection. Though, instead of the dorm matron arriving, heavy footsteps could be heard marching into the elbow room. Sophia held her breathing place. She could tell it was a smashing, lesser were not permitted to wear shoes.

'' Vivian, Charlotte, Sophia, Anastasia, Lila, dahlia and Amelia, '' he boomed at the lessers. That voice. Sophia knew that voice. It was the heights lord. He never came to the chemical compound, let alone the dorms. And he had called her name. Her heart swelled with fear and award and she resisted the urge to come out her forehead on the flat coat in worship. `` You will follow me. ``

She was shaken to her core, almost forgetting to let out the breath she was holding. She stood on trembling feet, as did the other girlfriend, keeping her eyes on the primer and placing her work force behind her back. The richly maestro turned and stalked out of the room, the girls scurrying after him. He led them out of their usual section of the chemical compound into a property they had not seen before. A turgid fire pit in the Centre surrounded by evenly spaced heap of strand and leather, 14 in tot, forming a large roofy. Around those were seat for Greaters, enceinte wooden thrones circled the pit in two band, 4 grander in the inner ring and 8 smaller in the outer tintinnabulation. The expectant of the four was obviously for the high professional, the early three for the other skipper and the eight for the lord. Sophia somehow knew the chains were for her and the lessers, to be shown like prizes to the Greaters. The thought made her gallant with pride.

'' Tonight this is where you will be showcased to the Greaters. Only five of whom are looking for slaves. You have been ***********ed for this corking purity of participating in the choosing. You will spend this day being prepared and at dusk, the trials begin. '' run ? Sophia thought, no one had ever mentioned trials. They had always been told they would be ***********ed for the choosing based on their files detailing their subservience, and they would be chosen from there based on looks. Maybe she still had a chance. Maybe these trials would prove to her benefit. Maybe she could be chosen.

sevener matrons came forward from nowhere, each taking a girl 's arm and leading them away from the flack and into severalize rooms.

Sophia was permitted to look up at her matron, a middle-aged woman with sort centre. She removed Sophia 's gown, placing it in a chest and locking it, before guiding Sophia into a bath that had been prepared for her. The luxury was unlike anything she had experienced before. The water was warm ! Normally they showered in inhuman water supply, with only a bar of easy lay, but the matron pulled a sponger and scentless soap from a basketball hoop and began massaging it into her skin, scrubbing away any of the crap on her.

Next, she dried her off and sat her in a seat in strawman of a mirror, running a brush through her hair. Sophia immediately cast her eyes downward. Lessers were not permitted to look in mirrors, it encouraged self-love. The matron tilted her head up. `` see at yourself girl, you may never get another chance, '' the char said ominously, and Sophia obeyed hesitantly, gazing deeply into her own brown eyes that she had never truly seen before early than in puddles and glass reflections. They were amygdaloidal, disconsolate and rich. Sophia zoned out in contentment as she contemplated her rumination, the matron 's proficient fingers braiding her pilus into a kind of summit, though leaving most of it down, which was a style she had never seen before. The matron saw her mental confusion and explained. `` It is so the Greaters can pull your tomentum and dominance you.

Sophia nodded. The matron finished off the plait and stood Sophia up and she immediately assumed the standing presentment, hands behind forefront, tits out, legs shoulder-width apart. The matron nodded in approval and began running her hands all over Sophia 's soundbox, investigating it. Sophia did her best to continue very still. This was not her first inspection. They had been subjected to it since they were Thomas Young to fix them for it when they were elder. When the matron was done, she hummed in approving before leading Sophia into a elbow room off the one they were in. This had a table like the one they had been in close nighttime, and Sophia 's virtue swath was removed and she was guided into the electric chair again, the matron humming happily as she strapped her in, before placing a blindfold over her eyes and Sophia heard her leave. She lay there for the longest time, open and exposed, low temperature air brushing over her normally covered purulent lips.

Finally, she heard a door open and gruelling pace entering, two readiness of them. They came to a stop beside her and she stayed very still, her eye closed behind her blindfold. She controlled her breathing, her care. She wanted to be submissive. She wanted to be the serious.

'' Ah finally, I 've been waiting for this one, '' said the first gear, she recognised him as the heights lord. Did he just say he was waiting for her ? Why ? Why would he have to wait for anything, and why would he require to await for her ?

She felt thick cauterise fingers stroking gently down her thigh toward her uncover snatch. Her breath hitched. It felt wrong. They had always been forbidden to concern themselves at any meter other than washing. She was certain that it was the High Master touching her, or at least another Lord, but it still felt wrong. It was a sin to touch yourself or experience someone touch you. But if this was the High professional, surely it was right ? He was the rule, he must have made it to preclude anyone from spoiling something meant for him. That was it. Her chastity was for him only. The belt protected it for him. This explanation did n't help ease her tension as his fingers slowly moved up her former leg until finally, his fingers rested just above her prick.

'' Let 's see if she is as much of a masochist as I hope, '' she heard the senior high school lord say. `` What was a masochist ? '' she thought. '' And why does he need me to be one ? ``

Suddenly she felt a sharp bunco on her ass, yanking her from her thoughts. She hissed in pain, but in no time another slap landed on her other cheek. The pain suffering, but there was something weird happening. With the slaps came a strange prickling virtuoso her forbidden snap. He continued to spank her, harder and faster, alternating cheeks. The pain hurt badly but that tingling sense experience continued, growing more intense and almost enjoyable ? No that could n't be right. How could this feel good ? She was obviously being punished for something, or perhaps being hurt for the high gear Masters'pleasure, but either way, it should n't hold her pleasance. It was untimely, ungodly, of her to love this. But she could n't avail herself. Another blow landed on her ass, but this one was wider and hurt Thomas More. She assumed it must be from a strap rather than a hand. She heard a moan, and it took her far too long to realise that the moan came from her. She was horrified. Horrified and sinful. She had to repent. She had to be punished. She did n't merit to be in the collection after her extraordinary blowup and shame overwhelmed her.

That was until she heard what the High master copy said. `` A moan ? What a good little slut. Even more of a masochist than I could possess hoped. ''

She felt his fingers run from her rosebud up through her swollen and sensitive twat and she could get word the squelch. She was so put off. Has she wet herself ? Why was she wet ?

'' She 's soaking Marcel, '' the High Master said, and Sophia heard the early man chuckle, presumably Marcus. She heard a slurping speech sound and realised that it was the High master sucking his digit clean of her juice. She was horrified and confused. She did n't know what was happening or why the High superior was doing these over-the-top matter to her.

'' So sweet, like honey, '' he said. `` I want her done now, before the ceremony. ``

'' Now ? but what if she is n't chosen ? '' asked Marcus, confused.

'' I have a opinion she will be, '' the High original said with an malign grinning that Sophia could feel even though she could n't see it.

She heard one man parting, and then she felt her blindfold being removed and she blinked through the light. She could see a man she 'd never met before, presumably Marcus, standing over her. She saw a orb gag held up to her mouth, and despite her heaving, she allowed it to be shoved between her sass and tied behind her. She watched as Marcus pulled over a tray and pulled on a pair of latex paint boxing glove. He picked up a needle off of the table and walked right up to her, his fingers finding her already erect nipple and twisting and pulling it until he was sure it was as erect as it would get. She looked away in care as he stabbed the needle through her nipple. It was n't as painful as she was expecting, and she looked down to see Marcus pushing a ring through the freshly made hole. He dapped at it with ointment and almost immediately the pain lessened. he repeated this with the other nipple, so she was left with two open anchor ring hanging from her erect mammilla. They looked so pretty, she thought. But they were so wrong. nipple were the most out-of-bounds thing you could match, and the High lord had just had Marcus nonplus rings through them. The conceitedness they brought, brought pity on her, returning to the horrifying State Department that needed punishment and repentance for her sinfulness. But she was n't getting that strapped to the mesa as Marcus came between her leg with a syringe, placing it just below her navel and pressing it in, making her whimper before he pressed in the plunger and immediately she felt like there was a flame raging in her venter. She writhed as often as she could in her bonds. When the pain finally began to subside, Marcus released her from the table, returning her to her sexual morality smash and placing her on the storey. Sophia did her very best to put on the position. but she barely had the strength to hold on her eyes open.

The matron was called in and she helped Sophia back into her original elbow room, lying her on a small cot and washing her down with a damp cloth.

'' I wish they 'd enjoin me when they were going to do this, I would have prepared her afterwards, '' the matron muttered, but Sophia did n't hear, she was too engaged praying to the Greaters for mercy and pardon, asking them for counselling through her shame and pain. She received no answer before falling into unconsciousness.

She was awoken by the matron saying : `` It is metre, '' and pulling her up from the cot, straightening her tomentum and removing her celibacy bash. Sophia felt exposed without it, as though the iniquitous opinion could now encroach upon her. The matron pushed her out of the doorway and shut it behind her, leaving Sophia alone faced with the roaring party now in front of her. There was medicine being played in one street corner, the Greaters were mingling and chatting and crapulence, and 11 of the 14 chains were already filled with alternating male person and female lessers. She felt someone take her arm and channelise her forward and Sophia obliged, too overwhelmed to even point out who it was. When at the next set of chains, she knelt, presenting though with her hand face up on her knee joint, as instructed and leather straps were tied around her ankles and carpus. A black leather collar was buckled around her neck.

The partying Edgar Guest did not pay her any attention, or so she thought. Little did she recognise that the High Master was watching her with sadistic center flashing with lust.

Soon all the strand had been filled and the chattering slowly died as the Greaters made their way to their seats. Sophia was gazing at the floor, as she should, but was painfully cognisant that the High Master was the man seated directly in straw man of her .