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The next day I was awoken early and lead to the Lead Handler's office. Really a place no slave wants to be when they first wake up, or even any time after as it usually means we are in big trouble.

After a few minutes mocking me for my stupidity, he says "While I don't agree with her refusal to at least let you read the books so you have some idea, I do agree with her keeping you well away from any and all equipment. To be honest, I wouldn't trust any of you beasts to fix my family's food or to do our clothes. You might try to poison us. At any rate, before I work myself up, here is your new collar, indicating your Failure. You have two chances left. Fail this time, you become a sex slave and will be put into a new school for that. Fail that, you will be culled."

Another Handler removes my old collar as he puts a shiny orange collar with a new tag on it. My new tag read "42" and then some words I couldn't make out as they were in that strange script.

The Lead Handler, upon noticing my looking at it says "It says you are potentially defective, and you failed Home EC."

I gulp, get into proper position, and wait for his signal to reply, He signals after a moment, as if letting it sink in on me.

I nervously say "Thank you sir for warning my future owners of my Failures and possible state of defect and for telling me my chances."

"Its my duty 42, now go back to your cell. I am much too busy to be bothered with anything else." the Lead Handler says as he motions for the other Handlers to lead me back.

After I am fastened to my bed and the Handlers have left for the day, the slaves that are allowed to move about come over and poke fun at me.

I let them have their fun, I sort of have to. Due to being labeled "Potentially defective" they now outrank me. And there is no one below me. Well no one who lasts more than a day or two, aside from the purple collars, the sex slaves, of which there are none right now. "Defectives" are given a red collar and are 'examined' to see what caused their 'defects' and then killed (if they even survived the examination), then documented while Potential Defectives like me are closely monitored and put on an even stricter protocol than the normal slaves. That's also why I was being lead by my own Handler and chained to everything instead of only some stuff.

After a bit, I finally get to sleep.

Of course I have nightmares, not that I ever had any truly good dream unless you count one where I had a good Master who treated me well. I guess it truly was rooted deep into me that I would never be anything other than a slave. Ah well, at least my dreams showed I was sane and rooted in reality unlike some of the others who still carried the false hope we'd wake up one day to find we were free and were always going on about their dreams.

To be honest, it was thoroughly annoying to hear.

The same routine occurred over the next few days, with that annoying Handler from the Transport being my Personal Handler at school, and the Home EC teacher requiring me to be walked around the school on my hands and knees during her class as she didn't want me to even hear her lectures for fear I'd try to do something on my own and end up burning my future Owners' home down, and she didn't want the blame for it. And of course I got mocked by all the Class Handlers. I was allowed to have a lot of water today and every third day after that though, with regular meals on the seventh day.

My Personal Handler ended up leading me to a break lounge just outside the exercise room pretty much everyday. He still poked fun at me, but seemed to lose interest when he noticed it wasn't getting me angry like it had been before. If anything it just made me sad.

Heck the months before the inspection passed pretty much the same,with the first class of the day being switched out for "Manners" class.

Manner class was simple enough. During the course of it, we were taught how to "properly speak like slaves." Considering that we were supposed to have been trained from birth to speak correctly, we were a little confused, but our teacher told us it was due to the laziness of the Slave Pen's Handlers that we learned the wrong way for us to speak.

Slaves are required to talk to anyone and everyone like this (and yes, I got used as the example): "This slave is sorry that it is a stupid beast and a Failure. Please punish it for its stupidity. Its the only way it can learn." In case you didn't notice, it tries to eliminate any reference to self as anything other than an object.

I'm gonna spare you from having to read my thoughts like that. But yeah, eventually I started talking like that, and when my Master scares me, I still do.

The Inspection came up pretty quick actually. The day started off normal except they made sure we were all bathed. I was not allowed to dress up in anything other than bike shorts again, though.

Once we were at the school, we were lead to the gym, along with a few dozen other slaves.

I was quickly lead over to a post bearing my number, stripped nude, and tethered to the post.

After I moved a little too much with the first humans looking at me, they chained my arms to a t-beam on the post. After reading my tag or even spotting the color of my collar, most of them walked on. In fact, I only had one human get a close look at me at first.

Near the end of the Inspection, a tall, white-haired, and very eccentrically dressed human with a strange scent came right up to me, ran his fingers along the length of my body, from my ankle, up beside my privates, up my chest, up to my cheek, then down my back to my butt. Even fiddled with my tail, being very careful to not hurt me. The human looked like how I imagine an old English count might have looked, with black rimmed glasses, although he had obscenely long hair held up with a purple ribbon.

I heard him speak a few words of Vametores to my Handler and the Handler grunted something I guess affirmative, cause he walked off for a while. Letting this strange human be alone with me.

"Hello 42, how are you today?" the Human says in a strangely kind tone, pausing before saying "you can speak freely to me right now as I am interested in purchasing you."

"Thank you Sir. Sir's interest is more than this slave deserves. Its a Failure, Sir." I say automatically through my training, wanting to cry.

"Stop that idiotic talk 42. Ignoring what you said about being a Failure, I don't like you speaking like that." the strange Human says as he frowns gently

"But Sir, this slave will get in trouble if it doesn't speak like this. This slave can't really afford anymore trouble. Sir is the only one who has taken an interest in this slave and it hopes very much Sir is pleased with it though." I say, feeling a little panic.

Forcing a smile, thinking I wouldn't notice the worry in his eyes, the human says "Don't worry 42. I've decided I will purchase you. Now to decide a name for you."

"Thank you Sir! This slave will happily serve its Master to the best of its abilities and will happily accept its punishment for falling short or if its Master just feels like punishing it!" I say, not really trying to hide the joy in my voice at being bought and the relief that I would not die.

"42, I know it may seem a bit insulting to you, but I like simple names, so I am gonna call you Wolfy. That way you will be my Wolfy" the man says with a childlike grin on his face.

"Thank you for naming this slave, Sir! This slave doesn't deserve such a good Master!" I say, feeling some tears of joy slide down my cheek. A name really was more than I deserved, at least since I became a failure.

"Everyone should have a name. Numbers are too impersonal. I don't have a number, but my birthname and my current name are much different. Maybe I will tell you one day, but until you are out of this school, I want you to refer to me by Master Soul." my new Owner says as he pats my head.

"Yes Sir Master Soul! This slave hears and obeys!" I say with a slight happiness to my voice.

The Handler came back quickly and, in my language, said "Lord Soul, how can you take an interest in this one when you walked past at least thirty slaves better than it?"

"Because I want him. Simple as that." my Master says in an annoyed tone.

"But its a Failure! See its collar is orange and its got a Mark against it already!" the Handler says in some confusion.

"So what? His collar says he failed Home EC, no doubt due to that stupid paranoid bitch that teaches it. I'll simply train him in that stuff when I get him. Besides it's not like I don't have other slaves to do that for me." Master says, almost nonchalantly.

"Well alright but why do you keep calling it "him" as if it was anything other than property?" the Handler says, calming down some.

"Because," Master says, pausing as he bends down and grabs my penis before saying "He's quite obviously a male. At least by physical sex. Property or not, he does have a gender. All biological things do, even if it can be quite hard to determine. For example, I also own two feral dogs, and I reference them by gender when speaking about them."

I find myself feeling something odd from his touch, but I keep silent.

Master seems to notice, give a smile and squeeze before standing up and saying "Now I know he has to stay in the program, but if your boss agrees to let me dress him however I want, I will pay a little over the normal price for a slave, a normal slave that is."

The Handler looks between me and my hopeful Master before nodding and running off. Within a few minutes, my Master is talking with someone I recognized as the Lead Handler from the Pen. And just a minute later, I was lead out of the Inspection to a holding pen. I was given back my clothes and, a short while later, a new tag. I couldn't read anything on this tag though, and they kept me in the orange collar.

Not too much really changed at first as pretty much everyone else had owners now too, except, well, I got dressed up in odd clothes, but well, my punishments stayed the same, including being walked by my Handler during Home EC.

As for the odd clothes, well, the first day after my Master bought me, I found pretty much girls clothes laid out for me. Well not just pretty much, they were girls clothes. Panties, a blouse, some pants cut for girls, very fuzzy socks. Too bad I had to crawl around during Home EC, they were so nice looking, even though I got made fun of by a lot of the slaves and most of the Handlers, but it was worth it as they were clothes my Master had picked out.

One day my Master burst into class and asked for me, the Class Handler argued with him, but eventually led me outside to my Master. My Master reassured me he was buying me and gave me a note to give my Home EC Handler. When I gave her the note, she struck me and burnt it without reading it and again sent me for a walk, but this time told my Handler to make me crawl through the roughest, dirtiest terrain we had.

As luck would have it, my Master happened to have been walking nearby the path my Handler took me on, a load of books in his hands, seemingly lost in his own little world, until he spotted me and my Handler at least.

He sat the books down and ran over to us, speaking in Vametors to my Handler before stooping down and saying to me, in English " Wolfy, why do they have you ruining my clothes for you like this?"

"Because this slave is stupid and worthless and tried to cheat its way back into class, according to its Home EC Handler." I say, keeping my head and body bowed in respect.

"You did show her the note I gave you, right?" Master says as he pets my head.

"Yes Master. This slave showed its Home EC Handler the note Master wrote. This slave's Handler burned Master's note without reading it, and struck this slave and ordered it to be walked during Home EC for the rest of its time at school." I say, enjoying the feeling of being petted.

"Good Boy. Now I am gonna go talk to this woman. Make her see things my way. If she doesn't, then you can bet she will be sorry." Master says as he gets up and runs off.

I sigh and struggle to keep up with the Handler who was swearing under his breath as Master hurried off.

He was ranting about "That Damn Mad Scientist." and a bunch of other stuff I didn't have much chance to pay attention.

I was worried about what Master was doing, but since I would be unlikely to get an answer, I just obeyed. We eventually boarded the shuttle home, where I was put onto my bed.

As the lights dimmed, I rolled over onto my stomach and prayed a sincere prayer to the Divines thanking them for my Wonderful Master and asking them to let me serve him in the afterlife. Feeling happy, I dozed off.