03 Humiliating physical examination

The lights in the room suddenly all turned on, and the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling gave off a blinding light that made it difficult for my pupils to adjust.

I was huddled in the corner with the other girls, completely exposed to the intense light. This feeling of having nowhere to hide caused a wave of fear and helplessness to rise in my heart.

When Mistress Hawthorne said for us to take off the clothes on our bodies, the atmosphere in the room became tense all of a sudden. The silence lasted for a while while Mistress Hawthorne's gaze crossed every corner of the room, gazing at everyone as if she could see right through us. A hint of displeasure and anger passed over her face, as our disobedience had clearly angered her.

A couple of women behind her had rough ropes in their hands and came towards us disgruntled, throwing the ropes to the ground and grabbing Hannah.

They were all she-wolves, much stronger than we. Hannah was pinned to the ground and her clothes were instantly ripped to shreds, revealing her black bra and black panty triangles as she ducked and kept screaming.

I couldn't escape this treatment either, one of the she-wolves grabbed my arm and pulled it so hard. I felt my bones creak.

I immediately begged for mercy, "No! Please let go of me! I'll strip myself clean!"

My upper body was pinned to the floor, my hands tied behind my back with rough rope, and my skirt was torn into rags. The straps of my bra were torn and pulled off, leaving clear marks on my body. Panties were ripped straight from my hips, my body felt the cold air, and there was not a single piece of sheltering clothing on my body.

I had become a woman on the first floor, bound like a piece of cargo with my hands and feet, waiting for a man's touch.

The room resounded with the screams of the girls rising and falling. Apart from me, the other girls couldn't escape such treatment, they struggled and screamed as hard as they could, but their strength was far inferior to that of the werewolves. In the end, they couldn't escape from being stripped naked and tied up.

The girls who screamed the loudest were slapped and their faces instantly swelled up, and even their breasts would receive whippings. The she-wolf's violent methods made no more girls dare to resist.

"What's all the screaming about! Shut up!"

In a few minutes' time, all the girls were already completely naked, without a single thing on their bodies other than ropes.

My hair was disheveled, tangled like a wheat field ravaged by a fierce wind. It knotted together and coiled around itself. Exposed under the glaring lights, there was no place to hide. I could only bend over as much as possible, curling my legs up to conceal my body.

I couldn't help but whimper, not daring to imagine what would greet me next. I was a disgrace, a naked whore! The room felt oppressively hot, and the air was thick with tension. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I tried to find some semblance of strength. 

The girls all whimpered and leaned against each other to draw warmth. We were stripped of our privacy and dignity, not even knowing what awaited us.

Mistress Hawthorne's eyes swept over our bodies, nodded her head in satisfaction, said, "The Alpha will love you if you do well, there is the possibility that you will be favored by the Alpha, and given a place in the pack."

There were a few more special beds in the room, like medical beds that would be used for gynecological examinations, with adjustable heights at the head and tail of the beds, and leg rests mounted on the left and right sides for placing the legs to facilitate the examination.

The two women lifted me onto the bed, spread my legs and tied them to the leg rests. My hands were also tied to the safety rails. The other girls, like me, had their legs opened for casual viewing.

Mistress Hawthorne picked up a pair of sterilized latex gloves from the tray and ran her fingers through the holes, making the sound of latex hitting skin.

She stepped between my parted legs and nodded in satisfaction, then looked me in the eye and said, "Let me see if the first girl is a good girl."

Latex gloved fingers touched my bottom, and I finally realized what the so-called "body check" really meant.

I struggled with my legs, trembling with fear, but still unable to move. I begged, "Don't go in there! I'm a virgin! I'm a good girl!"

I'd never been treated like this before, and my struggles didn't stop her from sticking her hand in, and I screamed fiercely, "Ah... NO... NO... "

The naked body, the open legs, the wobbling nipples, the bright lights above my head, all of this was repeatedly trampling on my dignity. My tears kept pouring out, and they blurred my vision.

Because I couldn't relax my body and Mistress Hawthorne's movements were not gentle, I felt some pain.

Mistress Hawthorne examined it and smiled with satisfaction, "You are a virgin. You will surely be a slave that satisfies Alpha after training."

She changed to a pair of latex gloves and went between Hannah's legs and did the same to her. The results of the body test were also virginal.

One of the girls was found not to be a virgin, Mistress Hawthorne said with a slight smile, "Only virgins are eligible to be Alpha's slaves. Take her to the first floor."

In the end, there were twelve girls left. I wondered what would greet us? Humiliation? Captivity? Selling our bodies?

My arms and legs were loosened and my legs were trembling as I got off the medical bed, bracing my hands on the bed to barely stand still. My tears kept streaming down my face, I had just been violated by a she-wolf with her fingers, the first time I had ever experienced such a thing.

Mistress Hawthorne said that we would become an Alpha's slave after being trained, trained by who? By who? The man? How would he train me? Like in the movies?

According to my guess, the Alpha would be the highest ranking werewolf, and I would be the slave of a werewolf, to be held down and violated by him, and even produce a pup.

I stood naked in the center of the room with eleven other girls, the bright lights overhead illuminating our nudity as if we had become an exhibit to be admired and scrutinized.

I hunched over, my hands raised to cover my chest, hoping to hide my vulnerability.

A whip struck my body and the fierce she-wolf chided me, "Put your hands down! Little bitch! Show your tits!"

I fought to keep the tears from my eyes as I stood helplessly, hoping it was all just a bad dream.

Mistress Hawthorne's hand held up a document with the words 'Slave Code' written on it.

"From now on, your bodies no longer belong to you, but to your future Alpha. You are an object, a gift."

"Each of you must abide by the rules of the castle. Every month you will be tested on your abilities and last place will be penalized. I can guarantee that you will not want to know what the punishment is."

"After a year when your sexual ability is qualified to satisfy a man, you will be sent to the Alpha's bed. Tender human girls like you will be much appreciated by the honorable Alpha."

"Mera - Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack."

"Hannah - Alpha of the Starlight Pack."

"......"

Every girl has a place to belong, we are a gift from the Werewolf Castle to the Alpha of the Pack.

I will be sent to the bed of the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack in the future to be his sex slave for his pleasure. Once sent to the wolves and caught in the wolves' encirclement, I will be even more unable to escape.

The one year in the castle is my only chance to escape. I can't just sit around and wait to die, I must escape!

I prayed, hoping that this nightmare would end soon. I couldn't accept being a werewolf's slave, I longed for dignity and freedom! This longing drove me and made me determined to escape this horrible fate.

My mother and father would not want to see their daughter become a whore!

I must familiarize myself with the castle as soon as possible and find a way to escape!

"Girls, now go wash your bodies!"

Mistress Hawthorne stepped forward and opened the door, urging us to get out of here.

But we were all naked now, weren't we going to be given a dress? I looked at the clothes in the corner and reached for them, and immediately a whip struck my arm.

"Leave now! Slaves should have no shame! You will be fucked with your legs open every day from now on!"

Immediately a clear whip mark appeared on my arm and a hot pain came from it, I didn't dare to continue resisting these lousy she-wolves and left the room with the other girls.

Twelve girls walked forward in a naked cluster in the dimly lit hallway, I covered my chest with one arm and my private spot with the other. I wonder what's coming will be?

Gasps and moans danced in the air around me, the sounds all coming from the nearby rooms. Were they all girls like me? Maybe in a few days I'll be moaning too?

"What awaits us?" Hannah whispers to me.

"I don't know." I mumbled.

"Are you in it for the money too?" Hannah said.

"No. I was sold by my aunt. My mom and dad are dead."

"You are a poorer girl than I am."

We sympathized, both poor girls caught by fate.

"Quiet!" Mistress Hawthorne turned to us, "This is not the time for you to speak.I won't warn you again."

Neither Hannah nor I dared to continue talking and followed the other girls to a hot spring. The water in the hot springs was milky white, a light mist filled the air above the surface, and a refreshing aroma wafted through the air. I saw a she-wolf holding a bottle of tan colored potion and pouring it into the hot spring.

The she-wolf let us soak in the hot springs for a thirty minute period of time, a few of the timid girls were crying silently and their bodies were trembling. Mistress Hawthorne and the other she-wolves were talking about our nudity.

"These timid humans, they must cry out when Alpha fucks them."

"Alpha has a high sex drive and never treats his slaves with pity."

...

Mistress Hawthorne had twelve outfits brought in for us to dress in. The dresses were made of soft white silk, loose like sacks, and arrived at calf length. But the fabric was so low on the chest that half of the breasts and cleavage would be exposed when worn. If the movement was a little too big, my privacy would be completely exposed.

Even though the dress was very revealing, no one refused it because having clothes was much better than being naked.