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girl as she did so. The girl didn’t smile back. She was scratching her thin arm and her eyes looked glazed.
    “Let me take this moment to introduce myself,” she said, her bulky frame towering over them. “My name is Matron and you must address me as such at all times. I am your night-keeper until you move up the next level of your training. Do you understand?”
    She sighed deeply when both women ignored her and moved to the wardrobe, unlocking the door with one of her keys. She produced a grown up sized potty and a briefcase.
    She placed the potty at the foot of the bed. “For any business that needs doing during the night,” she explained.
    Then she plonked the briefcase on the bed next to Hope and clicked it open.
    Hope’s hand flew up to her mouth in shock when she saw what the woman produced from the briefcase.
    Two luminous-pink sex toys in the anatomically correct shape of life-size cocks.
    “Oh, don’t look so shocked,” the woman said to her. “This is nothing, believe me. It’s a very gentle way to start your training. You will be stimulated and objectified on a daily basis until your whole perception of your own sexuality will be moulded to suit the needs of the factory. You will be taught to endure pain, even crave it. You will be reduced to sexual animals seeking nothing more than to please your masters.” She placed the dildos next to the women. “So come on girls. Lie on your backs, heads on pillows, legs open.”
    Hope heard what she said, but at the same time, it wasn’t properly sinking in. She knew this hardly Butlin’s Holiday Camp, but even so. She looked to the girl for support, but was met with the same blank-eyed stare. No help there.
    “Come on,” the woman said, a sharp note of irritation creeping into her voice. “Don’t make me do it for you. Three orgasms before bed, by any means possible. Do I make myself clear?”
    “What if we refuse?” Hope asked, finding her voice at last.
    “That is you prerogative my dear. But believe me, disobedience is treated harshly. You would be severely punished tomorrow morning by the staff. And they would have no compunction about leaving marks on your pretty little body seeing as your likelihood of being bought is still a long way off given your lack of training. So I heartily would not recommend refusal. I take it you have noticed you are being watched?”
    Hope looked to where the woman pointed; a camera mounted on the high ceiling. No, she hadn’t noticed that and her stomach lurched in fear.
    “You are being monitored at all times to make sure you stay within factory guidelines. So come on, I haven’t got all night. Your sexuality is something you must be able to tap into at all times, no matter what your circumstances. Do it now or face the consequences.”
    Hope knew she must obey. She shuffled up the bed, settling her head back onto the pillow. Woodenly, the skinny naked girl followed suit. Hope couldn’t help but notice how emancipated she was, and how her breasts practically disappeared when she lay on her back.
    The woman handed each of them a dildo.
    “Good girls. Three orgasms. You don’t even have to penetrate your cunts tonight, and you can use fingers and each other’s mouths if you so wish. Whatever you want.”
    Wow, thanks, came the unbidden thought. So thoughtful of you.
    Taking a deep breath, Hope positioned the dildo at her pussy and pressed the tip of it against her dry slit. She flicked a little switch at the base, and the thing buzzed into life. Not believing what she was being forced to do, she ran the head of the toy up her slit.
    To her horror, the thing was already skating over wetness, and she sucked in a sharp intake of breath when she pressed it on her clit. Her super sensitive nerve endings jangled at the sudden onslaught and she writhed a little on the bed, a small groan escaping her lips.
    When she glanced over at the girl lying next to her, she wasn’t moving. She had the dildo pressed between her