In the van, on its way to the ‘training centre’, the woman in with Angie groaned.

“She’s a bit tight”, she said. “I can only get one finger in her. I think she’s a virgin.”

Despite everything, Angie blushed. Having her ‘personal bits’ discussed out loud in public was really embarrassing her, despite everything.

“Start her on the small plugs”, the driver called back. “Also, fit her with a belt. She’ll fetch a much better price if she’s kept pristine to start with.”

The woman screwed a set of small vaginal and anal plugs onto a metal chastity belt, then fitted Angie with it. She moaned as the plugs went in.

“There you go, love”, the woman said, with a laugh. “Didn’t you get taught to wear ‘protection’ during sex?”

She smacked Angie hard on her backside, right on top of the plug. Angie winced with pain.

“Oh, come on, that was nothing”, the woman said. “Wait until training starts…”

Angie sobbed as the van carried on…

The van pulled into a car park and stopped.

The driver got out and came round to the back. The two women then unhooked Angie and lifted her out of the van. She was then marched into the building.

“Why the belt, girls?”, cam a voice.

“Virgin goods”, was the reply, the woman giggling. “That means hands off, Luke!”

“Cheers, pal”, was the reply. “Guess I’ll just have to use you again tonight, then.”

“You’d better”, came the response. “You’ve owned me for long enough by now to know how possessive I get…!”

Angie suddenly realised that both woman ‘escorting’ her wore collars…

Angie was taken to a room, washed down, then dried and locked in a cell. They didn’t even bother to unchain her or remove her muzzle. She collapsed on the floor, sobbing…

Angie had somehow managed to sleep in her cell; she was awakened by the door opening.

“Hello, little one”, said a voice. “Time to start your training. This really doesn’t have to be unpleasant, you know. Think of it as a strange sort of boarding school…!”

“Now”, the woman continued, “I’m going to unchain you. As long as you behave yourself, the chains will stay off. I’m just going to dress you with your new uniform.”

Carefully, almost tenderly, the woman unchained Angie. She even carefully took off the belt.

“This will have to go back on after”, she said. “You’ll be grateful for it. It will stop the regulars from playing with you…!”

Angie shivered. She was already terrified of what was happening, but at the same time the way she was being treated by the woman was helping. After all, she felt no loyalty to her mother anymore…!

“My name is Sylvia, by the way”, the woman said. “I’m your new trainer, and your companion. Everywhere you go, I do. We’re also going to be sleeping together.”

“Sorry in advance, by the way. I’ve been told that you have to remain muzzled during training. They’ve agreed that I can use one of the hoods with a built-in gag instead; it’s a lot more comfortable and will match your new uniform perfectly”

Angie whimpered, quietly, and started crying again.

“Now don’t do that”, said Sylvia. “The gag still lets you breathe and drink, just not talk or eat solid food. You need to go on a diet, anyway. We need to get you to fit into a quite small corset.”

Sylvia then brought out the uniform. It was a full body suit, with a separate hood and an open crotch, a black and white vertically striped corset, and ballet boots, all in latex. There was also the metal collar…

Sylvia helped the sobbing Angie into the suit. She took off the muzzle and, before Angie could say anything, fitted the hood, pushing the gag into Angie’s mouth and the tubes up her nostrils. Angie spluttered and shook her head, trying to get the hood off. Sylvia slapped her on the rear, hard.

“Behave! I warned you what would happen if you struggled!”, said Sylvia, rattling the chains.

Angie immediately calmed down.

“Good girl”, said Sylvia. “This can be a lot less unpleasant if you don’t struggle, remember?”

Angie nodded, once, and Sylvia carried on dressing her, lacing up the boots. She then checked that the hood was tucked inside the neck of the suit, then fitted the metal collar over it. There was a click.

“There. You’re locked in, now. Only a master can remove that collar, I can’t. The more you behave, however, the more your uniform will be ‘upgraded’. Our best students are like me”, she said, proudly.

Angie looked at Sylvia. Sylvia was proudly showing off her collar. There was a small gold plaque attached to it; ‘Award Winner’.

“I’ve been working here for twenty years”, she said. “You’re really lucky to have me. I got assigned to you because of your protected status as a virgin.”

Sylvia kissed Angie squarely on the lips painted on the outside of her hood.

“I think you’re cute, too”, she said.

Angie’s new collar, as a training one, had a ring attached to it. Sylvia attached a leash to it, and walked off, towing Angie behind her, whistling happily. She was really excited about having a new friend to play with…!