by S. J. Lewis
The room was not only bigger than a three-car garage, it was at least two stories high, with a roof arching up even higher than that. There was some sort of cupola at the peak, with long, narrow windows that let in some sunlight. She could also see some sort of gallery running around the room at what would be the second floor level.
“Over here,” ‘Master’ called out, and Krissy realized that she had been staring up at the sunlight. She went over to him and saw that he was pointing at the empty tub. It was clear that she was supposed to get into it. She didn’t want to try it with her hands on her head, so she looked at ‘Master’, focusing on his chin, and tried to look as if she wanted to ask a question.
“Yes, you can put your hands down now,” he responded. “Get in.” Krissy obeyed. The porcelain tub felt oddly warm, as if someone had just finished a bath and drained the tub, but the tub was completely dry. Was it heated from below? It was big enough to fit two people easily, three if they didn’t mind crowding, and the fixtures were all set in the middle of the long side of the tub nearest the wall. She settled herself in and waited.
“Run the bath yourself, Krissy,” ‘Master’ said. “As hot as you want, as deep as you want. Someone will bring you the accessories soon.”
“Accessories, Master?” Krissy asked without looking up at him.
“I’ll be back for you in an hour,” was all he said before he turned on his heel and started to leave. “Remember,” he called back over his shoulder. “No talking.” Then he was gone out through the automatic double doors. Krissy busied herself with learning how this tub worked. The cold water came out very cold, and the hot water came out very hot almost immediately. She fiddled with the taps until she found a temperature that she liked and leaned back to relax as the water rose around her. As big as the tub was, it seemed to be filling rapidly.
It was tempting simply to lie there and luxuriate in the feel of something as ordinary as clean hot water. The only kind of bathing the bikers had offered her was being hosed down outside with chilly well water. But curiosity was a much greater temptation. Krissy slid down until she could just peer over the rim of the tub and looked around furtively. The other three women in here all seemed to be doing the same thing. She could see that one of the women had dark hair and dark eyes, another had what seemed to be medium-brown hair and, maybe, light brown or hazel eyes, and the third was a pale redhead with what could only be described as crazy eyes. She couldn’t see enough of any of their faces to be sure of recognizing them if she ever met them again…except maybe for the redhead. She would recognize those eyes anywhere. She closed her own eyes and let herself slide down even further until the wonderful warm water was nearly touching her lower lip.
“Miss?” It was a woman’s voice, so close that Krissy sat up with a startled yelp and scrabbled against the far side of the tub. For the past terrible days, a woman’s voice almost in her ear was a thing to dread. It was usually the only warning she had of imminent abuse, pain and humiliation. Pressed up against the porcelain, she looked up fearfully. She saw a very young woman crouching next to the tub. She was as naked as Krissy was, with bright, heavy chains around her neck, wrists and ankles. Her hair was no more than a pale, spiky stubble on her head. She was holding a large round tray full of colorful plastic squeeze bottles.
“I’m sorry,” the girl apologized. “I brought oils and soaps and lotions. Please choose what you like, but do not speak to me.” As Krissy warily edged towards her, the girl smiled wanly. “Please, take your time,” she said reassuringly. “It is perfectly safe.”
Whoever the girl was, she was obviously another inmate here. Krissy took a deep breath as her heartbeat slowly returned to normal and looked more closely at the bottles. They were all of different colors, but none of them were labeled. She looked up at the girl, one eyebrow raised.
“I do not know what is in any of the bottles,” the girl shook her head. “You must find out for yourself.” She held the tray closer to Krissy. As she moved, Krissy saw that her pussy was shaved bare and hastily looked somewhere else.
“My name is Wendy,” the girl whispered faintly. “Yours?”
“Krissy,” Krissy replied in just as faint a whisper as she opened one bottle and held it close to her nose for a sniff. It smelled of strawberries. She carefully spilled a drop onto her hand. The liquid was thick and clear. All that told her was that it could be either soap or shampoo. She screwed the cap back on, set the bottle onto the floor next to the tub and selected another bottle.
“Yes, that’s it, take your time and find something that you like,” Wendy smiled and nodded. Krissy chose another bottle. “Where are we?” she asked, her voice barely audible. From Wendy’s actions, it was clear that they were probably being watched, but if she only spoke when she was holding a bottle under her nose, no one would see her lips moving.
“I don’t know,” Wendy answered. Krissy went on inspecting bottles. There were only about a dozen of them, so she went slowly and the conversation had long gaps between questions and answers.
“What is this place?” Krissy asked.
“A training facility, I think.”
“Training?”
“For sex slaves. I’m sorry.”
Krissy shuddered, even though she’d been expecting that answer. “Are you…?” She let the question trail off.
“Yes, but I belong to this facility,” Wendy said. “I never leave this place.”
“Will I?” Krissy asked.
“Yes. The man who brought you here calls himself Gabriel. He is a buyer.”
“A buyer?”
“Of women. I think you have been sold already.”
“Oh, fuck!” Krissy snapped, too loudly. She quickly tried to cover by putting the bottle she’d been inspecting well off to the side, as if she didn’t care for the contents at all. “What will happen to me?” she whispered.
“You will be trained here. When that is done, they will take you away.”
“You’ve seen it before.”
“Yes. I’m sorry.”
Krissy had come to the last bottle. It was some kind of bath oil. She chose it, and two other bottles that she felt sure were liquid soap and scented shampoo respectively. Wendy gathered up the remaining bottles on her tray, rose gracefully to her feet, and left without another word, whispered or otherwise. Krissy couldn’t help watching. Wendy was young and slender, with small, conical breasts and a beautifully rounded little ass: Just the way she’d always liked them. But while all of that was on display for her, none of it was available. She turned her thoughts away from what was available to her and set about the business of cleaning herself. No matter how many baths they would let her take, no matter how many soaps and creams and oils they would let her use, she didn’t think that she would ever feel truly clean again. But there was nothing wrong with her trying to feel as clean as she could in the meantime. There was no washcloth, no brush, nothing, so she had to use just her hands. It was still far better than being sprayed with cold water from a garden hose outside with men and women listening to her beg and plead for it to be over.
Shampooing presented its own problems. She wet her hair by holding her breath and letting herself sink under the water, running her fingers through her hair to clear any tangles. Sitting back up, she worked the shampoo into her hair vigorously until foam dripped onto her neck and shoulders. When she was satisfied with her work, she ducked under the water again. It wouldn’t be enough of a rinse, but it was a good start. She sat quietly in the tub for a moment and then opened the drain. When the tub was half empty, she fiddled with the taps again to adjust the temperature before she stuck her head under the flow. The foam that fell into the tub was an off-whitish shade. She tried not to think of all the things besides ordinary dirt that were mixed in with it, and kept on rinsing until all she could see dripping from her hair was clear water. She rinsed her body off afterwards as best she could, using her hands to reach the parts that wouldn’t fit under the tap. She let the last of the
water swirl out before closing the drain and letting the tub fill up again, with hotter water this time. It would help soothe all her sore spots, at least for a while.
When Wendy came back with a comb, a hairbrush and a pile of thick, fluffy white towels, Krissy knew that her time was almost up. Wendy said nothing as she gathered up the three bottles Krissy had used, which suited Krissy, who didn’t feel like talking anyway, even in furtive whispers. She treated herself to watching Wendy walk away again before she resigned herself to the inevitable and opened the drain. She sat quietly until the very last of the water was gone.
Drying her hair wasn’t easy. It was very thick. Before, she’d always used an electric hair dryer, but she supposed that handing those out here might prompt some woman to drop it into the water with her in an attempt at suicide. So, she did the best she could with the comb and the brush and two of the towels. It would have helped to have a mirror, but Wendy hadn’t brought one of those. That was more of an annoyance than a problem, since her hair was straight and fell naturally into two blonde wings framing her face. Anyway, she didn’t really want to try and make herself look nice for anyone here. Fuck them. Sooner or later they’d be fucking her anyway.
“You are finished.”
Krissy jumped. Men’s voices close behind her had meant nothing but degradation and rough use just as the raspy, cackling voices of the biker gang’s women had meant pain and humiliation. She turned to face Gabriel, fighting the urge to cover herself with her hands. “Yes, Master,” she said.
“Hands on your head,” he ordered. “And follow me. I have learned more about you and I am eager to begin your training, you little blonde bitch.”
“Yes, Master,” Krissy said, but he had already turned to go out of the baths before she had finished speaking. Clasping her hands together on her head, she had to hurry to catch up to him. The movement made her breasts jiggle heavily, and she hated the feeling. Well, at least she’d had a chance to clean herself up. She was sure that her training, whatever it entailed, would get her dirty again.
Chapter Eleven
The door to her cell was still open. Gabriel stepped aside when he reached it and turned to Krissy.
“On your hands and knees,” he ordered. Krissy obeyed and stayed in place until he gave her a rough nudge with his foot.
“Get in there, bitch,” he growled. Krissy wanted desperately to get up and run, but where could she possibly run to? She’d seen security cameras in all the strategic locations, even in the baths, and knew that any move she made would be seen. She could run, but it wouldn’t do any good. They would only catch her again, and then what? She crawled into her cell. Gabriel followed, shutting the solid outer door behind him.
“Get on the pad.” He pointed to the mat Krissy had noted earlier. Once again, she obeyed. Gabriel walked slowly around her. She didn’t dare to look up at him.
“You’re a bit old for this,” he commented as he kept circling her. “I like them to be eighteen or nineteen, young and fresh and inexperienced. They’re a lot more pliable then. Some of them even become quite anxious to please. It’s very sweet to have a pretty young girl beg to be allowed to serve.”
Krissy kept her head down. She didn’t know where he was going with this, and she didn’t really care. Whatever he intended to do to her, she wished he would just do it and get it over with.
“But someone expressed an interest in you, you little blonde bitch,” Gabriel went on. “You’ve got those big, natural tits and that pretty, round ass, and you’re a natural blonde as well. I warned him that you were spoiled goods, and a lesbian to boot, but that only made him the more intent on possessing you. So now it is my job to train you and prepare you for your life as a slave. I don’t like it, but I will do it. Either you will learn to obey, or you will be discarded. Do you understand me, bitch?”
“Yes, Master,” Krissy’s voice quavered. She didn’t like the sound of that word ‘discarded’ at all.
“Good. Now, get down on your elbows and spread your legs wide.”
Krissy obeyed, feeling shamed and hopeless. Her tormentor continued walking around her.
“This is the pose you will assume any time a man enters your cell,” he said. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You will remain in that position until the man mounts you or orders you to assume some other position. Do you understand that, bitch?”
“Yes, Master.” Inwardly, Krissy felt a smoldering anger. She didn’t dare to show it, though.
“Good. You look very appealing that way. Completely exposed and properly submissive. Now, get up on your knees and put your hands behind you.”
“Yes, Master.” Krissy did as she was told. Gabriel stopped and stood in front of her, his feet apart and his hands on his hips. She kept her eyes fixed on his shoes.
“Spread your knees apart,” he ordered. “No, further.”
Krissy felt her face burning with shame as she complied. She knew exactly what this pose would be for, and the thought turned her stomach.
“Good,” Gabriel said. There was an annoying smugness in his voice, as if he was very pleased with himself.
“This is the pose you will assume any time that you are told to kneel. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” Krissy wished that this could all be over soon. Five minutes ago would have been good.
“Right now you are fit only to be taken from behind, like a bitch in heat, or to use your mouth to give men pleasure,” Gabriel said. “I am sure that you understand that.”
Krissy wasn’t sure if that called for an answer or not. She decided to play it safe. “Yes, Master,” she said, her head bowed.
“Now get on your back and put your hands over your head.”
Now she wanted to balk and tell him where he could go. She couldn’t quite bring herself to do it, but it was enough to make her hesitate just a little too long. She never saw the slap coming. The impact of it snapped her head around. She fell over onto her side, bringing up her hands to ward off another blow. It didn’t come.
“When you are told to do something, bitch, you will do it! Immediately!” Gabriel roared. Half-stunned and completely scared, Krissy put herself on her back and raised her hands over her head.
“Part your knees and raise them!” Gabriel roared again. Whimpering, Krissy obeyed. She kept her eyes closed, wondering if he was going to slap her again, or kick her, or something. She was certainly positioned for sex now.
“Better,” Gabriel said, sounding calm again. “You may be trainable after all. Now, back into the first position, quickly!” Krissy scrambled back onto her knees and elbows, knees spread.
“Good. Stay like that until I tell you to move again.”
She heard him walk away and out of her cell. She waited for some time before she dared to look. She was positioned with her pussy pointing straight at the still-open doorway so that anyone could look in and see her, but there was no one there. Was this some kind of test? She suspected that it was, and the recent memory of that slap was enough to keep her still.
Time passed. Then more time passed. Krissy shifted her weight a little, grateful that the pad was cushioned. It seemed like a very long time before she heard footsteps, and then male voices speaking in low tones. She kept still. She could see if anyone was in the doorway by touching her forehead to the floor and looking back underneath her as she’d done before, but she really didn’t want to.
She heard a voice…it sounded like Gabriel’s…say something in a foreign language, and then heard two other men laugh. She gritted her teeth. Then she heard them approaching her. Someone crouched down close beside her, but with her hair hanging down she couldn’t see who it was.
“I told them that that was your best side,” she heard Gabriel say. A moment later, she felt hands on her ass, fingers probing at her pussy, spreading it. She was still sore down there from her time with the bikers, and she couldn’t help tensing up and whining.
“Keep still, bi
tch,” Gabriel warned. Krissy obeyed, expecting to be raped any minute, but nothing more happened other than some intimate and humiliating manipulation. It wasn’t pleasant, but she could endure it. She managed to hold still until it stopped.
“Up on your knees, bitch,” Gabriel ordered. “And put your hands behind you.”
Krissy did as she was told. Gabriel stood in front of her, smiling evilly, as the other men locked her wrists and what felt and sounded like handcuffs. This wasn’t good, but she thought that her mouth could stand more hard use than her pussy could just now. She resigned herself to what seemed to be coming next.
“You like other women,” Gabriel said. “Now you must learn how to respond to a man. They will not hurt you, as long as you are properly submissive. If you learn your lesson well, perhaps we can provide another girl to keep you company for a while. Would you like that, bitch?”
Krissy didn’t hesitate, though there was no simple answer to that question. “Yes, Master,” she said.
“Good,” Gabriel nodded. He said something in that strange language to the men behind her before he went over to the bed and sat down to watch. Krissy felt hands slide around her and cup her breasts. They squeezed, and she heard the man exclaim happily. She didn’t understand the words, but it was clear that he liked the feel of her tits. The next moment, she was dragged backwards. The man was sitting on the pad, his legs straight out, and Krissy wound up sitting sideways on his lap. He seized her by her hair, turned her head towards him, and kissed her. It was a hard, rough kiss, and his free hand pinched Krissy’s nipple. She squirmed and protested, but didn’t dare do more than that. When she felt her assailant’s tongue forcing its way between her lips, she let her mouth sag open for him. Behind her, her hands fluttered uselessly in the handcuffs. She didn’t know how she was supposed to react to this, whether he wanted her mere submission or something more. But she remembered that Gabriel had told her that she must learn how to respond to a man, so after a moment she used her tongue to caress his. She heard him grunt happily. His kiss became harder and more invasive. His fingers relaxed their painful grip on her nipple, though they never really let go. She heard the other man in the room say something, and heard Gabriel laugh.
