EXTRACT FOR
The Chosen
(Emily Sinclaire)

Waking to the sound of a loudly ringing bell, Maddison and Liliana reluctantly rolled out of bed and onto all fours. Crawling out of their stall, they sleepily made their way to the left-side bathroom behind a line of a dozen other women with many more behind them. Once in the bathroom, the slaves in training paired off and began using each other as toilets before heading to the showers. Spotting her alley friends Abigail and Danica, she walked over and gave them both hugs. "It is so good to see you both again!" Wincing from the pain shooting through her branded breast, she took a half step back.

"It's good to see you too," Abigail replied. 

"I thought I saw you and Maddie last night," Danica said. "Shit! How many times did they brand you?"

"Maddie and I got six of them all at the same time and yes, it hurts like hell. Anyways, I don't want to get you in trouble for being late so I'm going to go shower now. Maybe we can talk later?"

"Absolutely. Training ends at dinnertime so we can talk freely after that."

"Sounds like a plan." Grinning ear-to-ear at seeing two of her friends alive and seemingly doing well, Liliana stepped under the showerhead to the left of Maddison and groaned as the hot water washed over her branded body.

After their shower, Maddison and Liliana went back to their stall. "Seeing as how we're bitches in the most literal sense I'm going to dress as a dog today," Maddison says.

"Sounds appropriate," Liliana agrees. "You know what would be fun? What if we dressed the same as each other every day for the duration of our training?"

"I love it! So, did you happen to get Abigail and Danica's stall number?"

"Um, actually I didn't, but I'm sure we can figure it out by the names on the baskets, or we can just ask them later," Liliana said as she pulled an outfit patterned after a Saint Bernard from her side of the closet. 

Maddison grabbed the same and over the next fifteen or so minutes put on long latex gloves with thicker leather reinforced palms, thigh-high boots with hoof heels and reinforced padded leather knees, anatomically correct tailed butt plug, headband with ears, a cupless crop top and a white latex band with: OFF LIMITS written around it which they wore on their right thigh to denote they were not to be used for any reason. Thankfully, none of the form-fitting clothing covered any of their still aching brands. Afterwards, they got down on all fours, crawled out of their new home and then followed a few slaves including their friends they saw coming out of stall four out of the stable, across the lawn and into a barn set up with bowls sitting on rubber mats evenly spaced along the huge open room. Knowing what to do from the paperwork they read the night before, they took the first available mats and waited for the servers to fill their bowl with the breakfast of the day ??" ham, scrambled eggs and tater tots. Seeing a different server approaching with a clear pitcher of orange juice, Liliana sat back in the puppy begging position.

"Is there a problem with your food, slave?" the twenty-something busty brunette server asked.

"Not with the food. I'm actually allergic to citrus so can't drink orange juice. Is it possible to get some other type of non-citrus juice? If not then may I please have water instead?"

"Can you drink apple juice?"

"Apple juice would be great. Thank you."