The trainers and bed mates took advantage of the time to move some equipment into a semicircle. The redhead shrieked and tried to get away when she was grabbed, but a trainer punched her in the stomach and that put paid to her struggles. No-one else dared to do anything but comply after that.

There was a place for each slave, and the girls were muscled into kneeling on the apparatus. Leather straps held their knees and ankles, a horizontal bar passed in front of their hips and a second, higher bar went behind their neck. More straps held their wrists and elbows, and a thick leather collar was attached to the middle of the upper bar. This positioned the restrained child in a wanton display with chest and backside thrust out and limbs apart, and enabled complete access to every body part.

“There are more lessons to learn, but first we have some business to take care of.”

The head trainer stood by the brunette and reached out to run her fingers over the girl's thatch of dark pubic curls.

“Bushy here is probably proud of her fur. Most young girls feel more grown up when it starts growing. Slaves are not permitted to have pubic hair. Any slave who is inspected and found not to be completely smooth is harshly punished, as is her bed mate, because one of the rules for bed mates is that they shave each other's cunts. Your bed mates are going to inspect your cunt so they know where your hair grows, and then shave it all off.”

The blonde, who was locked into the frame opposite Trinh, smiled and flexed her hips when Alexa began to explore her sex. Trinh felt Chloe touching her, but she couldn't bend her head down and see what was happening. The bed mates were thorough, but impersonal, and Trinh noticed she was not the only girl red-faced with shame. A hot, wet towel was pressed against each slave's mound and labia, bringing yelps and squeals. The three white girls all had very pink crotches when the towels were removed.

The bed mates smeared shaving cream onto warm flesh and that felt really nice, smooth and slick and cool. Trinh relaxed against the bindings as Chloe coated the whole of her crotch, taking her time to make sure the surface was prepared for the razor. Jasmine was the brunette's bed mate and she was very efficient with a safety razor. Trinh tried to concentrate on her technique as she turned hair into bare skin, but there wasn't much to learn. The feeling of Chloe taking away her own meagre fuzz didn't help. Another hot towel - uncomfortable on the sensitive skin - wiped away any residue and the five slaves were as smooth as the day they were born. Trinh found she didn't care that much, but the brunette was sniffing back tears. Trinh was more concerned about having to do this to Chloe on pain of punishment.

“Bushy, keep crying, I like seeing bitches like you taken down. So soft and hairless and smooth down here, I can find your clit so easily, can't I? Can't I?”

“Y-y-yes, Mistress. Thank you, um, for sh-shaving me J-Jasmine.”

The head trainer visited each girl, taking time to play with their now completely vulnerable slits, coaxing a reply from each and gifting them with nicknames.

“Oh, Nympho, you want to be licked down here, don't you, you little whore? You, Frigid, you should be more like Nympho there, a good slave gets wet between her legs easily, but Kamilah will work on that with you. Chloe did a good job on your cunt, Worthless, so be sure to pay her back later by licking her asshole as well as her clit. As for you, Chunky, some people like a slave with some extra meat on her, but that doesn't mean you can ever slack off. Understand?”

“No, I mean, yes! I understand Mistress, I won't, um, slack. Thank you Renata for shaving my cunt.”

Trinh did not like the nickname chosen for her and was careful not to react. She expected it would get used more often if she complained. She also kept thinking of the sound the redhead's face had made when slapped, and she did not want that to happen to her. The head trainer had moved on, but another woman's hand had taken her place on Trinh's mound and lower lips.

“Lesson four is coming, but we have something to take care of first. All of you earned yourselves, and your bed mates, multiple punishments thanks to your disgusting behaviour. Chunky, remind me - what are the first three lessons you learned as a slave today?”

“U-uh oh! Ma'am, slaves are, um, obedient? And they're grateful? And... they're, um, r-raped? No, oh sh-shit I c-can't remember!”

“Correct, correct and that's an extra punishment you useless fuck stain. Frigid, what was lesson number three?”

“We're sex toys, Ma'am.”

“Correct. I'm going to use that big dildo and fuck your asshole raw while I pull your hair. Doesn't that sound like a fun time for a sex toy like you, hmm, Frigid?”

The latter part of this was said low and directly into the redhead's ear while the trainer's hand explored the girl's silky smooth sexual organs. The redhead trembled and made a tiny sound of pure terror as her eyes turned to take in her tormenter. The other girls sighed and squirmed.

“Two of you have never been punished, two of you have been spanked, and Nympho has been hit with a belt. None of you are prepared for how much this small implement will hurt when it hits the back of your little - or not so little in your case, Chunky - legs. Bed mates, position three, knees apart.”

The five bed mates moved quickly to lay on their backs on the floor, lifting their legs up and back so their feet pointed to the ceiling. They clasped their hands to their knees. With their legs open, their tits, cunts and assholes were fully on display and vulnerable. The five women each took up a short rod or stalk of rubber. Trinh was reminded of a magician's wand except for the floppiness. They made a scary sound when slashed through the air.

The number of strokes varied based on how many punishments each new slave had earned, and whether any were repeat offenses. The short, soft Asian girl - Trinh realised she only knew their nicknames, not their real names - had done best, and unsurprisingly the redhead had done worst.

Bushy's bed mate got it first, an equal number of lashes on the back of each leg, and the trainer swung hard. The rubber implement made a very loud sound and each smack caused a fat welt to appear immediately on the affected flesh. Jasmine hissed and groaned, but made sure to thank her trainer. Then it was Bushy's turn and she wailed in agony as soon as the first stroke landed. The strokes came fast and the girl was a mess when they were done, gasping for breath and bright red in the face.

“Th-thank you... f-for... p-p-punishing me, M-m.... Ma'am.”

“One pair done, four to go. Anyone volunteer and maybe I'll take a couple of strokes off?”

“Me please, Ma'am. I-I... volunteer.”

The redhead spoke up. She and her bed mate were due nearly twice as many strokes as had just been dished out. Getting it over with and saving even one stroke was worth it to her.

“Alright Frigid, that's the spirit. Beg, really put your heart into it, be creative and we'll see how generous I feel.”

“P-please Ma'am, pl-please this fucking frigid s-sl-slave needs t-to... be punished hard. May I please b-be... hit, Ma'am, I n-need it very much.”

“Not bad. Your pussy doesn't think you need it, otherwise it'd be juicy and wet, but I'll take four strokes off the total for that little piece. I like that you used your new name, that was a good choice.”

The trainer kept her word, and while Kamilah was still getting more bruises than any of the other bed mates, she got four less than she was due. When it was her turn the redhead squealed with such high pitch the thin, piercing sound that might've shattered glass. She wrenched at her wrist and ankle restraints so hard a dark pink ring appeared where she'd chafed her milk white skin.

Renata and Chunky were next and both took their strokes stoically. Each got fourteen, and the trainer took her time examining the new girl's welts, commenting on how pretty that sort of mark looked on curvy girls. She made her not only give thanks for being punished, but specifically on her “thick thighs”.

Then it was Chloe's turn. She locked eyes with Trinh, who found she could not look away. Her bed mate's face was grim and she wondered how she would be made to pay for causing this trouble. Trinh hoped she could do something sexual, because that seemed less awful than the other sorts of torture she was being introduced to. She mouthed, “I'm sorry Chloe”, but got no response. Her own punishment was more painful than anything she had ever experienced, even more than the electric shock butt plug from earlier. With every red hot welt lashed into her flesh, she screamed so hard her throat was hoarse afterwards and the young girl could only look at the ground and mumble.

“Thank you for punishing both of us, Ma'am.”

“You're welcome. You can come see me any time to get more of this. It works on lots of body parts, even on cunts. Isn't it fun, Worthless?”

“I-if, um, if you say s-so, Ma'am.”

“Nympho, you're last. Are you a masochist? Did you like it when your mommy made you bend over so she could whip your butt with a belt? Is your pussy getting wet thinking about that, hmm?”

It turned out that Nympho was quite wet, despite the way she shook her head in response to the question. The trainer held up two slimy fingers to show everyone.

“Yes, yes you are. You're a horny slave slut who can't wait for a hard whipping on her naked body? Maybe you'll cum from the pain, I guess we'll just have to see. Don't go anywhere while I give Alexa what you earned her.”

Alexa got unlucky, because the trainer whipped her at a furious pace with no rest at all. It was more than she could handle, and she cried out, making her the only bed mate to really make noise. If the strokes hadn't been at double speed she would've been able to keep her composure, but no girl could withstand such brutality. She glared at Nympho with a fury that might melt steel. Nympho gave an erotic performance as the rubber wand landed against the back of her legs repeatedly, one side and then the other, back and forth and more slowly so that her reactions could be savoured. She flexed her body, she moaned and tossed her head, and she spoke after every stroke.

“Uhhhh thank you Ma'am more *SMACK* ohoh yes Ma'am please *SMACK* eeeeeeeeeow GOD mmm uh huhhhhhh *SMACK* please Ma'am oh yes *SMACK* it huuuuuuuuurts!”

The other trainers watched closely and commented to each other. Nympho's bare sex, shaved and displayed, was practically oozing girl juice, and she was likely to be in high demand later. After the strokes were done, she shuddered when the trainer touched her slit, and the woman pulled her hand away to make sure the slave did not get an unintended orgasm. Nympho whined and strained, to no avail.

Five sore bed mates got back to their feet and were tasked with cleaning up the new girls. There was water for those who needed it, hands and feet were checked for scrapes and numbness, but then it was time for their education to resume.

“You've all noticed the jewelry your new best friends are wearing. Nympho and Worthless have been checking out the rings in these bare tits - don't think I don't notice everything that happens in this room. All of you need piercings like that and elsewhere. Since you're property, you also need a permanent record of that. Repeat after me, all together. 'Lesson four. Slaves are decorative objects. I am a slave. I need to be ringed and marked.' Say it!”

The breaking room was doing its job. Five voices parroted back the lesson and there was no defiance or hesitation, just resignation. All five children were surrendering in the face of repeated pain and sexual assault. Trinh, whose mother had forbidden her even to get her ears pierced, was dismayed at the idea of this being done to her, but mostly she wanted to get it over with.

Bed mates assisted trainers, first getting each slave's nipples hard not just with their fingers, but also by sucking on them and using their tongue. Nympho pushed her chest forward, hungry for more of that. Trinh could not watch her own piercing, but she felt the coldness of the alcohol swab, and the sting of the thick needle going in. She was surprised that it didn't hurt very much compared to what else had been done to her by these people. She watched Frigid's rings get inserted. They were in two pieces that somehow went together in a seamless way. She felt it when her own rings were rotated to check their fit. Her nipples ached.

Chloe pressed a sticker against Trinh's chest on the left side, above her budding breast, rubbed it against the skin and then peeled it away. Kamilah shone a weird light on Frigid's chest and a pattern glowed purple where the sticker had been. Trinh didn't understand what was going to happen when the trainer picked up a tool and touched it to her chest, but as soon as she felt the burning, stinging buzz it came to her: they were being tattooed!

“Please no, not like that, why Ma'am why please?”

“You're property. People need a way to know what you are, and who owns you. This one's only visible under blacklight because some owners prefer discretion. Their choice, not yours. Stop whining and keep still. If you make it messy, it can go on your face in black ink.”

This was much more humiliating for the girls and quiet tears flowed down hot cheeks as each tried to be still and obedient. Even the rings could've been cut out, but this was forever. Trinh mourned her freedom. The marks were small and the trainers were experienced and the process was done in five minutes. Trinh could not help noticing there was hardware left over.

“That's your top halves taken care of. Your bottom halves also require a tattoo and an initial set of rings. The thing with slave cunts is customers have different specifications for how those cunts - which is to say your cunts - should be modified. In particular it's premature to put a ring in your clitoris because we might be increasing its size or even cutting it off entirely. You're very fond of your clit aren't you, Nympho?”

“Y-yes, Ma'am. Please don't cut it off!”

“Personally I am ambivalent about female circumcision, but if the owner pays for it, the slave undergoes it. Treasure every moment you have with your girly bits. It's easier for slaves to live in the now than to worry about a future they can't control.”

Each slave was fitted with two rings in each of her outer labia. Some girls were less developed than others and so it took longer to pierce their genitals, but the trainers were precise. Trinh found the pain more intense than the nipple piercings had been, and it reignited the aching of her bruised cervix in a very unwelcome way. She forced herself to be still. Getting stabbed would not help anyone and might even bring another dose of that horrific rubber wand.

They were still not done. A second tattoo, done in the same ultraviolet ink, was etched onto each slave's right hip. The blonde and redhead were the skinny ones and they had to grit their teeth and endure the pain in a sensitive spot. Chunky at least had the benefit of some padding, but she already had her face scrunched up and her eyes screwed shut from the pussy piercing.

“There we are, five new slaves with bodywork. Worthless, look over at Frigid. Doesn't she look so pretty with all her rings?”

“Um, s-sure. I, uh, thank you Ma'am for our rings... and the tattoos, Ma'am.”

The head trainer smiled and clapped her hands. She touched Trinh's face and stared into her eyes although she spoke to the group.

“What a good little slave you're becoming, Worthless. I'm going to enjoy training you personally. Why do you think the others forgot lesson two?”

“I don't know Ma'am. It was... an accident?”

The four slaves piped up with desperate expressions of gratitude, some more elaborate than others. The head trainer laughed and ordered the electric butt plugs to be reinserted. The children shook their heads and pleaded, but the cries turned to screams as they were all shocked in several long pulses. When the electricity cut off every girl was ready with a statement of thanks not only for their body piercings and tattoos, but also for the punishment. Moreover, when the plugs were removed each girl remembered to thank their bed mate for that.

“As always, motivation is everything. Pat yourselves on the back for what you've learned in a short time today. You got off that boat as little girls, but you're already well on the way to thinking like sex slaves. Speaking of that, it's time for your next lesson. When I point at you, repeat back to me exactly like this, 'Lesson five. Slaves are pain toys. I am a slave. I need to be whipped.' No hesitation, no back chat, no mistakes.”

The trainer looked at each girl and deliberately chose the one who was having the hardest time. Frigid's body was trembling and her eyes flitted about the room. She had stopped sobbing, but her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths.

“L-l-lesson F-five. Slaves a-are... pain... t-t-toys. I, um, am a-a slave. I n-need to be... whipped.”

Trinh thought the whips looked like props from a film, but when she felt the air on her face as the multi-tailed flogger was swung in front of her, she knew they would not feel like any sort of toy. A trainer took up position behind each girl and the whipping commenced. Where the rubber stick had felt like a knife cut or a burn, the flogger was like being punched or kicked. The repeated blows built the pain slowly, and landed everywhere from her shoulders to her tailbone. The new slaves moaned and squirmed as the blows continued, but there was no escape from their torment. They had requested this whipping - that they had done so unwillingly did not matter at all - and would receive it in full measure.

The trainers paused at intervals to give orders to their victims. At times they were forced to count each lash, at others they had to repeat their lessons, or simply agree to with humiliating comments.

“Worthless, isn't Bushy a lousy bitch who can't take a whipping like a slave should?”

“U-um thank you Ma'am s-she... she is, Ma'am!”

The steady sounds of braided leather pummeling bare skin and the cries it coaxed from the five new slaves were music to the head trainer's ears. Bruises and rashes sprouted on each girl's back, particularly on the pale, soft skin of the redhead. The trainers used the children as canvasses for a brutal picture. They were experts at flogging and demonstrated their skill and endurance on the exhausted girls. Trinh sagged in her bondage and wished for the pain to stop. These women had shown her so many ways she could be hurt. What little fight remained in her was being steadily thrashed away.

“Enough! All of them are broken. Worthless, Frigid, Nympho, Bushy and Chunky here. Our five newest slave girls. Release them and get them out of my sight. Spend some quiet time with your bed mates and we'll have more training for you soon.”

Chloe held Trinh to stop her from falling down as her restraints were removed. She coaxed the girl onto all fours and a line of slaves formed up. The bed mates winced as they walked thanks to their new welts, and the new girls had to focus all their energy into crawling beside them. The chamber had lived up to its name. Five spirits had been broken and the dignity of five young people had been extinguished.