A pair of boots

Stacy asked for Naomi’s shoe size as they walked. They went down a long corridor, and it was pretty cold in here while Naomi was completely naked. The stone floor made her feet feel frozen.

They arrived in a room with little more than a counter and some shelves in there. A **** stood behind the counter, small boobs and shaved hair. Stacy told her Naomi’s shoe size and the **** turned towards the shelves, looking for the right pair, she stood on her tiptoes, and Stacy checked out the girl’s ass as she grabbed the boots.

Naomi was handed the leather boots, and she immediately wore them. They were sore on her bare feet. She was going to get blisters.

“You look so much better in uniform,” Stacy said. “Now let’s go to your quarters.”

They walked down another corridor to a huge dormitory filled with military style cot beds.

“This is where you sleep,” Stacy said. “Your day looks like this: you get woken up at o-five-hundred for a shower, followed by a toilet break, then your breakfast. At o-six-hundred it’s fitness for an hour. Then drill for an hour. From o-eight-hundred to midday, you’ll be given orders on what the captain wants you to do that day. Then you get a toilet break, then lunch. At thirteen-hundred, it’s parade, where you’ll be put on show for the general. He takes one of you to be his personal **** each day. From fourteen to eighteen hundred, you’ll be put to work again, then another toilet break, then dinner. The rest of the day, you’ll be serving the officers as they have their evening personal time. Any questions?”

“No Sergeant.” It all sounded horrific, Naomi would just have to get her head down and find a way to get through this week. She looked at Stacy’s uniform, there was a tight leather belt around her waist, with a whip tucked into it. The woman looked like a stripper or a porn star, but she was no doubt going to be ruthless with Naomi.

“Good. This is the women’s camp, the men’s camp is further up the coast, which is why you won’t see any male slaves here. If you need the toilet outside of your designated break times, I’m afraid you’ll have to hold it. Now we still have a couple of hours before dinner, so let’s put you to work.”