In addition to the thin pants and tight tanktop, your uniform consists of a wristband with an electronic display that allows your owners to track you and give you instructions. It also allows guests to scan the wristband from up to 15 feet away and learn all about you and even to request your "services."
You are nervous as you approach the lounge to mingle. You have had little interaction with people during your captivity and training and do not feel adequate to socialize.
As you walk into the lounge you become aware of many sets of eyes focusing in on you. You are used to being treated as non-human, but now you feel for the first time what it is like to be viewed as a mere toy to satisfy the urges of others.
The lounge is filled with about 40 guests. Some 20 or so fellow slaves are also in the room. Most are mingling, but some are in active interaction with the guests. A few are talking, almost as if they are peers. A few are being groped and inspected by interested guests, trying to decide which slave suits their currents needs. You even see a couple of slaves stripped naked, kneeling before their guests, openly performing oral sex where anyone could see.
You notice several guests direct their scanners to you, and you realize their monitors are now telling them everything they wants to know about you. Something in that information causes a couple of them to look at you with hungry intensity.
You have never felt so helpless or small.
You feel a hand on your ass and look to see who it is. An older woman and her young daughter are sitting nearby, and the woman is running her hands over your backside as if she were inspecting a dress at a shop.
"He's nice and firm, Angelica," she says to her daughter, who appears to be about 18. "but he is a virgin. Are you sure you don't want to start with one who knows what he is doing? Of course, I could always break him in for you..."
As the two talk about you, as if you are not even there, a large black man walks up to you, and without even acknowledging you presence, he reaches between your legs and squeezes your crotch. "Not too bad," he says, finally speaking to you. "Of course, it's not really your cock that interests me." He grins hungrily as his hand moves further down and you feel his finger rubbing your anus through your pants.
It is dehumanizing to be assessed this way by total strangers. You wait expectantly to see which one will choose you.
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