"Huh? What did you just say? Say that again?" Raisin raised her eyebrows as she cocked her head, demanding 4931 to confirm her suspicion.
Without confidence, 4931 repeated what she thought to be the proper ritual, "I... want to eat, Ma'am," slightly emphasizing 'Ma'am' this time.
Shaking her head in disbelief, Raisin walked from behind the barrels to confront 4931, making angry noise with chains from her shackled feet clashing on the ground. Several girls turned their heads to watch the commotion, some of whose faces still littered with the mess they had been stuffing their mouth with.
4931 tensed her body as a pair of dark-skinned legs stopped in front of her. She could almost smell Raisin's scent, whose soot-black mound hovering on a level with her lowered head. Her lips were of the same color as her nipples. "Say that again," she asked again with increasing irritation.
I could sense a hint of suppressed anger in Raisin's icy-cold voice. Without daring to raise her head, 4931 threw a desperate glance towards me. I closed my eyes, knowing that she was now beyond any help.
"I... ARRG!" As soon as 4931 uttered the word, Raisin gave her a full swing with her ladle on 4931's face, throwing her full body flying to the side. Unlike us, her wrist shackles weren't connected by chains. 4931's body crashed into the barrels, with her head hit one of them with a loud thump and toppled it. Connected to her by the chains, I lost my balance collapsed near Raisin's feet. As the noise reverberated across the space, now all the eyes in the hall were gazing in our general direction. Soon, the entire place fell into a deadly silence.
"Jeeze, you monkeys can't even behave while you eat?" An irritated voice came from the other side of the hall.
It was the overseer who was sitting at the table. He unfastened his braided whip from the belt and began striding towards us. Raisin quickly fell on the ground on her knees and dropped her head, and I immediately followed suit near 4931's sprawled body. Soon, his now spotless boots stopped between Raisin's obediently spread thighs.
"Explain." He asked bluntly.
"That crazy cunt dared to call itself 'I,' Master," Raisin replied without raising her eyes off the ground, "So this slave had to teach it a lesson, Master."
"Is that so?" He raised his brows with irritation.
Flexing his arm to uncoil his whip, the overseer turned toward 4931, who was still recovering from her head trauma. Lying face down, her milky bottom seemed to present a perfect target for the polished leather.
I pleaded in a desperate voice, "May this slave spea..." which was abruptly cut short by his angry command, "Silent!"
Rejecting my request without even looking back, he raised his muscular arm high above his shoulders, ready to strike a lesson into this unruly animal. But he stopped. He cocked his head and studied 4931's buttocks, which looked as milky as her breasts without any scars or marks. Then, I realized what stopped 4931's seemingly unavoidable fate.
I didn't notice it before, but now I see that she didn't have the training brand on her buttock. I saw she had the barcode properly tattooed above her shaven mound, so I assumed that she would have all the other required marks of a registered slave girl. Our numbers are mostly for the convenience of our owners, so they consist of just four digits. However, if you want to identify a random slave you don't know, you need to scan the barcode, typically tattooed above her mound. It denotes her registration number, and if you run it through the national slave registry, you can get her full history. In a slave processing facility, all new entries are examined thoroughly and graded according to the result. After that, they are put to intense training, which lasts from 3 to 12 months, depending on their intended use. Regardless of the duration, they are branded when they finish the course successfully, with a distinctive mark of the training facility. which is often called a 'training brand.'
"Turn over!" Without waiting for 4931 to perform his command, he kicked her butts hard to make her groan and twist her body from pain. As soon as she revealed her front-side, he put his boot upon her pelvis and pushed hard, turning her over like a pancake. Even before 4931 could realize what was happening, he gave her each leg a hard kick to splay them open and took a photo of her exposed mound with his smartphone. He surely knew how to handle his cattle with the utmost efficiency.
"Interesting..." He uttered to himself, as he scrolled through the result he got from the scan. While he was reading her history, 4931 finally managed to gather herself up, still trembling with the shock, however. As she awkwardly assumed the expected position, the chains connected our collars rattled against the hard ground, grabbing the overseer's attention to me.
He suddenly turned his face towards me and asked, "Why is this monkey chained to that half-breed chink?"
After getting his permission to speak, I repeated the explanation I gave to the other overseer whom 4931 and I met on our way to the Feeding Hall to him.
"So, you think a beast can teach a half-beast some tricks?" he sneered, "Of course, some shameless man humping a yellow monkey doesn't produce a proper human being somehow."
He grabbed the chains near my collar and casually pulled it upward like a leash. "But at least, that thing has more human elements in its blood than all of you stupid monkeys combined, don't you think?" He suddenly gave my raised sex a savage kick before throwing my leash away.
I grabbed my crotch with both hands and folded my body in half, writhing helplessly with agonizing pain. It took a while before I could present myself properly and gave him an answer, "This... slave is just a dumb animal, Master. It lacks neither intelligence nor right to judge a command she was given from her owner, Master."
"A clever one, huh?" with a satisfied, but somewhat sadistic grin, he continued, "But I agree. It was silly of me to think you can have any opinion at all. Don't worry, you can still be useful in a different way." He turned his face to Raisin and commanded her, "Raisin, get that barrel over here!"
"Yes, Master!" She immediately sprang to her feet and ran towards the toppled barrel. Even it was almost empty, she could not lift it herself, so she had to roll it to the spot that the overseer pointed with his finger.
As soon as Raisin completed her task, he turned his face to me and issued a command, "Inspect!"
"Yes, Master," I answered, and threw my back on the ground immediately, extending my hands to each side of my head, palms upward. Then, I raised my legs high up in the air and threw them widely apart, completely exposing all the essential parts of a slave girl for easy inspection, hence its name. Finally, I turned my head to the left side, and as I performed the position countless times before.
"Raisin, grab what's left in that barrel and stuff it into this chink's cunt, all of it!"
4931's jaw dropped with horror. I could hear some gasp from some of the girls. I bit down my lower lip and tensed my body, anticipating what was to come.
"Ummm... Ah!" My female part was already well stretched by repeated use and abuse. But, I could not suppress occasional moans and groans. My hip helplessly gyrated on the ground as Raisin's merciless fingers busily slip in and out of my body, delivering slippery mess deep inside. Twitching and convulsing with hunger, my sex devoured the gruel, sometimes sucking, sometimes biting its feeding hand.
As Raisin was almost finished emptying the barrel, the overseer suddenly turned toward 4931, who was struggling to keep her pose and asked, "What are you?" At his question, dozens of eyes darted to her vulnerable body.
"I..." she stopped suddenly and widened her eyes with fear, "...it, it is a slave... Master!"
"And?"
"A... a cunt, Master." She dropped her head low, looking down on her shamelessly exposed sex.
"And?"
"...a half-breed, Master." Tears began to form from her eyes.
"Half-breed of what?"
"...a monkey... Master."
Her shaky voice was barely audible by now. As soon as she finished her admission of her new identity, she broke into an uncontrollable sob. I felt sorry for her and prayed that she wouldn't get punished for her breakdown. I know it was something inevitable, but somehow, I didn't feel it fair for her to suffer in the same way as the rest of poor girls in this mine did. Maybe it was partly because now I know for a fact that she had more human genes than me. But it wasn't just that. I just didn't want to see her perfect body to be damaged and disfigured like ours. I would feel sorry if that china-like surface of her breasts gets broken with whip marks and cigarette burns. And these breasts... looking how 4931 holding her hands behind her head pushing them so prominently forward, I felt something; something strange that I have never felt before.
After observing 4931 for a while, the overseer pointed a spot in front of his feet with his whip. With a satisfied grin, he issued a new command, "Crawl here," as he whipped the ground to emphasize his words.
4931 's body jolted at the crack of his whip. And like a circus animal learning a trick from its tamer, she obeyed his command with instinctive fear and docility. Putting her hands tentatively on the ground, she raised her hip and began to push herself forward. With every awkward step, her well-developed breasts would sway to each side between her arms. Soon she riched her destination, but she dared not raise her chest, waiting for his next command with her head lowered at his boots.
Looking down on 4931', the overseer casually ran the tail of his whip across her prostrated body, "What do you say when you are hungry?"
"This cunt... is begging to be fed, Master," she answered demurely, shuddering at the sense of the polished leather on her vulnerably exposed skin.
"What cunt?" he asked as he pushed his boot under 4931's chest, repeatedly tapping up her left breast where she was branded.
"Cunt four... nine...... three, one, Master," with some difficulty, she managed to read her numbers from her jiggling breast.
Suddenly, the overseer gave her a light kick across her breasts and yelled, "Now, do it AGAIN!"
"Cunt four-nine-three-one is begging to be fed, Master!" She repeated her degradation through her tears.
"Granted!"
"......"
4931 froze at his word, perplexed by what she just heard. Or maybe she knew what was expected of her, but her brain just refused to register such an unthinkable command.
He roughly grabbed 4931's collar from behind and dragged her stunned face between my legs. I was still keeping the 'Inspect' position as commanded, lying on the ground with my legs raised high and wide apart. I felt thick liquid oozing out from my opening, slowly running down along my butt crease. 4931 widened her eyes in horror, finally realizing what was going to happen from the approaching sight of the disgusting mess. Frantic shaking of her face scared the flies off, which had been sucking on my folds. But they kept buzzing around close, unwilling to give up their feast so easily.
"Please! Master! Plea... UMMPH!" Her frantic protest soon turned into muffled cries, as her mouth forcefully kissed my lips, crushing her nose against my hood. I gasped and swallowed down a moan.
"You begged to be fed, so I just granted your wish. What is the problem?" the overseer sneered sardonically, as he held 4931's collar with his strong hand, smudging my sex with her face. Poor 4931 kept retching and gagging alternately at the revolting stench of my unwashed sex and half-spoiled gruel.
The overseer suddenly jerked her collar back, "Why? You don't like the food? Or, maybe the opening is too small for you? I can make it large enough for your whole head to fit if you want," he asked with unmistakable cruelty in his tone.
"No... NO!... please no, Master!" she shook her head violently, still trying to catch her breath.
"Then, EAT! You filthy swine!" He released her collar and pushed her head back between my legs with his boot.
Desperately suppresing a retch, 4931 tried her best to suck disgusting the mess out of my stinking sex. Despite my pity for her ordeal, I felt something warm inside my stuffed womanhood.
CRACK! A vicious strike landed across 4931's raised buttocks as soon as she sucked a mouthful of the gruel out of my cavity.
"AAAHH!" she screamed wildly at her first experience of what the braided leather can do to a girl's naked skin. As she wailed on top of her lungs, a spray of the gruel bursted out of her mouth and landed all over my crotch area, adorning my bushes with bits like a Christmas tree.
"Don't you feel grateful to be fed, bitch?" The overseer asked in an almost cordial tone.
"Th..thank you. Thank you... Master." She barely managed to let out an answer through her tears.
"Good dog, and don't forget to lap it all up." He casually added as he tapped his boot near 4931's face before he walked away, pointing a spot littered with spilled and sprayed chunks of the sticky mess.
He paused as he passed by my side and looked down on my face. He lifted his legs alternately to examine the residue of the gruel stuck beneath his boots. He smirked, "See how fast those mixed-breeds learn the tricks? They have some intelligence, you know," as he casually cleaning them up upon my breasts, using my nipples to scrape the bits off from the surface.
With his words, he walked away. Returning to his table, to finish his coffee.
(To be continued...)