“Good. Get used to it. It may be the staple of your diet for a while.” The men
laughed. Jessica groaned to herself. What was she in for? And would Michael
ever find out?
As the limo sped on into the day, Jessica could not but wonder what was
happening to her. The men in the car were silent for an hour or two, then she
heard low whispers among them. Abruptly, the large auto slowed and veered off
what was obviously the interstate, but Jessica had no idea where. Her hands
were still cuffed behind her back, and she lay almost prone on the rear seat.
The sperm had long since dried on her face, but the mask was still in place.
She tried sleeping fitfully, but could not bring herself to forget the awful
humiliation of the gang rape and ejaculations on her face.
The car travelled along a somewhat bumpy road for about 20 minutes, and then
slowed and made a sharp turn. It angled upwards, and Jessica felt the huge
machine gear down and climb up a twisting, torturous road. After just a few
minutes, the car slowed to a stop. She heard the rear doors open up, and felt
strong hands reach in and almost haul her out. Her nakedness embarrassed her,
as she had no idea where she was. The torment and anguish were bringing salty
tears to her eyes.
“Why are you doing this to m-” she started to say, but was interrupted by a
rubber ball gag thrust into her mouth again, shocking and almost choking her
with it’s suddenness.
“Quiet, bitch, you’ll talk when asked to. And it won’t be often, believe me!”
she heard a new voice, a feminine one at that, answer. She was led, stumbling,
up a series of rough, stone steps, through a door and into the hallway of what
she supposed was a large home of some sort. Finally the mask was taken from
her face. Jessica felt the dried cum crinkle and snap on her cheekbones. She
blinked in the dazzling light striking her eyes so suddenly after several
hours of complete darkness. When the tearing stop long enough for her to
focus, she gazed around.
The three men who had kidnapped her were gone. She stood in a long, spacious
hallway, with several large overhead windows letting in the summer sun.
Luxurious Oriental rugs lined the marble floor, and expensive works of art and
sculpture were everywhere. Obviously someone with a great deal of money lived
here. The woman, behind her now, spoke.
“Welcome to the Training Center, Jessica. My name is Eva. Before we go any
farther, I should tell you the rules here. One, don’t even think about trying
to escape. The entire property is ringed with a 12 foot stone wall that is
electrified and covered with broken glass. The driveway is the only way in or
out, and an armed guard is on duty 24 hours a day, seven days a week. We also
have several large Dobermans and Mastiffs ranging the grounds just in case you
think you might like to explore – and they love the taste of fresh meat.”
“Two, you are a captive here, and as such have no rights whatsoever. Your
entire life is in our hands. We’ll tell you what to eat, what to wear, what to
say, and where to go. We’ll tell you when you can talk, eat, drink, sleep,
shit, and piss. You will embark on a training regimen that will totally alter
your personality. You will learn servitude, humiliation, and above all
obedience to your master or masters.”
“Three, don’t think your husband can help. We’ve had your telephone re- routed
here, and your mail as well. When your husband calls, we have an excellent
mimic here who will answer the phone and play your part perfectly. In fact,
she’s going to tell him that you decided to take a little vacation and would
be out of touch for several weeks. Do you understand so far?”
Jessica nodded, barely hearing the words. She looked at the woman. She was a
tall, red-haired woman with staggeringly large breasts. She wore only a
leather belt, thigh-high boots and a studded leather collar. Her pubic area
was shaven completely bare, and her nipples looked as if they had rouge on
them. Two small rings pierced each one.
“I too am a slave here, but I was chosen by the masters to help orient the new
slaves. I receive some special treatment, but not much. And sometimes they
single me out for some really vicious treatment.” As she spoke the woman
uncuffed Jessica and removed the gag. Jessica rubbed her sore wrists and moved
her jaw, trying to get the kinks out of it.
“Why am I here? Who did this to me?”
“You’ll find out when it’s time to find out. Until then, you are in our
control. Lars here will take you to your room and show you the way to the
lounge. You will always be in the company of one of the male employees here.
You will never be alone, not even to make your toilet.” Eva gestured behind
Jessica, who turned to see Lars strolling up to them. “Lars, take Jessica to
room 12-B. Have her bathe and then bring her to the lounge. She may as well
get started on the training.”
Lars angled his head to indicate that Jessica should follow him. First, he
attached a long silver chain to a collar similar, though smaller, than the one
Eva wore around her neck. Then he fastened the collar around Jessica’s slim
neck. Her tears started to flow then. Jessica quietly sobbed as the man led
her meekly down the hall and up a short flight of stairs. Down a corridor and
into a room marked 12-B, Jessica could do nothing but weep and try to figure
the situation out.
