Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and in no way condones acts of sexual assault or violence. Its intended purpose is to be as entertaining and immersive for the reader as possible. All acts of sexual intercourse and play depicted in this story are preformed by consenting adults.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, echoing in my head. My pussy getting warmer and my legs getting weaker like it was taunting me. I couldn't believe the time had arrived once again. It didn't feel like the last inspection was that long ago, knowing he only does this twice a year. I place my hand on my bare chest, feeling how fast it was going. Then I reach up and hold onto my metal collar. A permanent feature given to me and every other slave upon the arrival to his estate. the line inches forward every two steps. We are to maintain a three foot distance always. I never knew how many slaves he owned. Only that it was a lot. Fifty? Perhaps sixty? Maybe even eighty slave girls managing and taking care of his estate. And he inspects every single one of them, taking up the whole day.

I couldn't help myself but look around and notice some new faces I'd never seen before. Knowing we're suppose to be looking forward at all times. I see some girls covered in dirt. Perhaps they work in the cellar. Managing his whine and keeping the house warm during the winter by shoveling coal like the old days. And I see face I shall never see. Her head wrapped in a leather mask that was part of her collar. Locked into place. She kept her head down and never looked up. Smart. We move forward once again and I can't believe I'm the next girl up as the girl in front of me disappears around the entrance. Catching a glimpse of my owner. Our eye contact making my anxiety getting higher and higher.

As I wait by the door squirming and squeezing my thighs together, I think back two years ago to when I first arrived onto the estate. Standing on that auction block in the Warehouse feeling so defeated. Then I heard his voice for the first time. It boomed in the audience as he called out my winning price, but it was so soothing. He pulled at my leash with three other slaves he bought that day. Surprisingly allowing us to sit in the back of his car. With the caveat that we had to pleasure each other the entire time. I remember his words the same time I felt this other woman's mouth against my pussy. Looking at him through the rear view mirror trying my best not to moan.

"You four will be replacing the slaves I just disposed of from my last inspection. They had worn out their usefulness. You will be inspected upon arrival."

I didn't understand what he meant. But I was trained to obey whoever owned me. Not to question a word that comes out of their mouth. But the word "disposed" ran through my mind. Making me fear who had just bought me.

I was surprised at how illustrious his estate was. Driving through the gates and seeing just how much land he owned. I saw the slaves he owned then. Working outdoors with one of those large hats I've seen in Japanese movies and documentaries to protect them from the sun. A man closely behind them carrying a whip. I had the unfortunate pleasure of witnessing a poor girl getting whipped by one of those men before we got to the estate. I turned my head just in time to see the man jump on top of her and mount her, forcing the other women to watch. Just before they disappeared around a corner of giant bush walls.

The building was huge. I never would've imagined someone lived like this near the Warehouse. He made us crawl on our hands and knees like dogs.

"You haven't earned the right to stand yet. Come now."

The marble stairs to his home were so smooth and comforting that it wasn't even that bad to crawl on. He made sure that we didn't get to see much the interior as he lead us to where we'd get inspected. Winding up in the same hallway I stand in now. I was the first girl he picked out of the bunch. The other three waited outside with another one of the men he employed.

I crawled by his side. My hips swaying back and forth with every step. Inside it was like I had stepped back into the Warehouse. The walls and ceiling looking industrial, but what was different was how clean it felt. I figured the man must have been a Handler. He seemed old enough to fit the criteria, but I didn't dare ask. I simply allowed him to guide me towards the only bench in the room.

"Sit." He said with that soothing and commanding voice. Tapping the end of the bench.

I crawl my way up the bench and sit at the very end, keeping my head down as to not make eye contact and respect my new Master. I'm a little surprised to see him walk towards me with a medical mask covering his nose and mouth. Wearing latex gloves like a doctor. He gets behind me with some rope in his hand and begins to tie my arms behind my back. Crossing them together. He seemed so gentle that it was beginning to be hard to believe that this man owned slaves at all. But I should have known better at the time.

"Lay down."

Simple commands. He didn't need to go into further detail and I didn't need to question why. As I lay down I look and see the metal bar above me. I look over to see him cranking away at some wheel. Lowering the metal bar until it was mere inches above my ankles. He returns and grabs at my ankles. Guiding them towards the ends of the metal bar where he straps them down tightly. My heart beating faster and faster for the first time since I arrived. He walks over to the wheel and cranks away. I feel just how powerless I am as my ankles were pulled up and above my head. Both of my holes exposed. He makes himself comfortable. Sitting right in front of me. Looking down and adjusting his latex gloves. Now the inspection begins.

He pulls out a small flashlight and shines it at my pussy. I'm sure it was plenty wet from the girl eating me out on the drive over. He starts to run his fingers along my lips. I didn't think much of it first. It was so bizarre to me. I had never experienced this before I was taken by the Institution. And I never experienced this inside the Warehouse. I didn't think I'd react that much, but I was always sensitive down there. A weakness my Handler exploited on the daily. However, this time felt different. There was something about the gloves touching my pussy. Something that made it so impersonal. It somehow made me feel lesser. Lesser than what my Handler did to me every day. And it scared me how much it turned me on.

I stifle a moan, but he didn't react. I'm sure he heard it, but he continues his inspection. His fingers were cold and began to feel like a living toy. Bringing me back to when I was free. Using my wand to pleasure myself. Only now, it was his fingers spreading my lips open wide. Stretching them out. I couldn't hold back a loud moan as he finally touched my clit. Going around in small circles and pressing down on it ever so slightly. Until he took two of his fingers and pinched my clit between them. I wish I could say I yelled, but I moaned even louder. The pain was amazing as he knew not to pull too hard.

He let go and to my surprise when I look down, he begin to write on a clipboard. My mind raced for the first time and I felt my free will returning. What was the clipboard for? What was he writing down? But my better instincts took over and I kept my mouth shut. He returns his attention back to my pussy. Only now he wanted to get familiar with my insides. He pushed his fingers against my opening and there was no more holding it back anymore. I moaned loudly and freely. His fingers getting deeper and deeper. Exploring and getting familiar with every inch of my insides. No crevice was untouched. When he got to my g spot, I felt myself clenching around his fingers. He was by all accounts an expert. Making me feel ways my Handler, all the boyfriends I've had, and even my husband whom I helped and guided couldn't do. I couldn't hold back anymore, but I knew I needed to ask.

"Oh god! Permission to cum Master!?" Hoping he'd have some mercy.

"Cum slave." His voice was so indirect, but those were the only words I needed to feel the pleasure wash over me. Clenching my pussy around his knuckle deep fingers.

I couldn't remember the last time an orgasm felt that good, but the moment of joy was taken from me when I looked down and saw him writing down on his clipboard again. I wanted to know what he was writing. What it was for as I laid there breathing hard. He turned and pulled a chest on wheels closer to him. Opening it in an angle that prevented me from seeing its contents. But it didn't take me long to know what all might be in there as he pulled out a clit sucker.

I breathed harder and harder. Wishing I could tell him to give me a moment to recover, but he wasted no time putting the toy on my still sensitive pussy and turning it on. I lean my head back and begin to sound more like an animal that a human. The pleasure so intense as my clit was pulled against the plastic walls. I couldn't tell how long the toy had been on. For all I know it was less than a minute before I asked like the pathetic whore I had become.

"Fuck! May I cum M-Master!??"

"Cum." Writing down whatever it was. Keeping the toy on my clit and listening to my agonizing moans.

Toy after toy, the inspection continued. A dildo that pressed against my cervix and I felt true pain from pleasure once again. Feeling like I was right back inside the Warehouse with my Handler who took joy in overstimulating me. A vibrating wand that made my entire womb shake with pleasure. A vibrating egg that he made sure was as deep inside me as possible to torture my insides. Forcing me to ask permission over and over again. All the while he took notes. Every time I either cam from a toy or finished some arbitrary time without cumming to one of them. I was a sweaty wet mess for the man. Wishing I could get a cock inside me. Luckily for me, I would get what I asked for. But not before he took a needle out, flicking the tip to make sure it was working.

"This is a mild sedative that will help you relax for the next test. I want 100% honesty from my slaves. For quicker results, I'll be injecting it here."

I screamed in pain as the man stuck the needle into my pussy. Injecting the foreign liquid. I feel his hands palming my thighs. I look down and see that he took off his mask. His eyes looking at my pussy with lust as I felt his mouth against my lips for the first time. I wish I was faking these moans. That I was putting on a show, squirming within my binds. But he was so good that I genuinely wished I could squeeze my thighs against his head or grab at his hair. The drug was starting to take effect as I got lightheaded. My body more loose. I was starting to forget that this man bought me. That I was to be his slave. And I hated him for it. I surprisingly didn't cum, but then what I assumed was the final part of the inspection was revealed.

His cock whipped out from his pants. It was large and intimidating. The girth like nothing I've seen before. I simply breath fast, wishing I could tell him to wait, but I feel his warm cock enter my body. Stretching my insides. What made it all the more intense was that he wasn't fucking me like my handler fucked me. Like I was a fuck doll or living flesh light. He fucked me with passion. Slow and methodical. I looked up, blushing to see him looking directly into my eyes. Leaning in to kiss me. I didn't think I could cum again, but there I was. The pleasure building inside me until it was too much.

"Please M-Master...ngh....oh fuck......please......may I cum?" I was more obedient than ever.

He didn't say a word. He simply smiled and kept fucking me. I needed to hear those words. It was engrained into my brain how important it was that I got permission from my Master or Mistress. My orgasms didn't belong to me anymore. Instead they belonged to whoever bought me at the auction. But this man made it hard. Impossible not to cum. I couldn't hold back as I cam without permission. Moaning loudly. My pussy genuinely squeezing with lust. Hoping to God that I could wrap my legs around this man's hips and bring him closer, but I couldn't. End of the day, I was still a slave. Unable to feel the pleasure of cumming to its fullest. And even after that intense orgasm. He simply pulled out. Took out his clipboard and wrote down some more notes.

That was the end of the inspection. He cleaned me up with wet wipes. Undid my rope and guided me out a different door where I'd wait until the other girls were inspected. After which I was assigned my role on his estate. I was to be a maid. Dusting off a section of his mansion. He would show up sometimes. Along or with friends. He'd pull me to the side and torture my tits. Spanking my ass and fucking me just like a handler would. Like a living flesh light. Or he'd share me with his friends. Six months of humiliation, pain and pleasure went by before I was given another inspection.

I snap back to reality in that moment. The moment he opens up the door and gestures me to come inside. I look down and notice I've made a mess of myself thinking about my past. I'm embarrassed, but I walk inside and sit on the table without instruction. Enduring what he does to me every single inspection. The gloves. The toys. The sedative. His mouth and cock. All while writing down notes. Flipping through pages. No doubt comparing now to then. The only thing that truly made me nervous. What was the intent these inspections? What does it mean to be "worn out of their usefulness?" Other slaves were never seen again after their inspection. Some were only here for six months, others have been here for five years. It all seemed so random. Where do they go? What does he do with them? I don't want to find out. I won't want to be useless.

I realize now that he has a hold on the slaves that no handler ever did. A fear of being useless. And yet, I can't help but get excited for every inspection now. It's the only time of the year that I get to look at my Master differently. I look up and don't see the man who owns me in the way a Master owns a slave. A look at him and see a man who owns me. Like his mind owning my own. Having full control of my body. A lover in a sense. I hope one day that he'll cut my legs free and I can embrace him properly. I want him to cum inside me hard. A naïve dream for a slave, so for now, I'll take this. Looking into his eyes and getting that passionate kiss I have now come to love.

To my surprise, he cums inside me and I feel the warmth of his liquid flood my pussy. I can only imagine how many subs would be so lucky to earn this privilege. He keeps fucking me, burying his sperm deeper inside me, until I can't take it anymore and cum once again on his cock. I'm no longer a slave in this moment. I'm happy. I can only hope that I did well. That I continue to be useful.

Do you think she passed?