hands.
Alexa approached the woman slowly. Her pose was incredibly submissive. It looked as if she had been trained to adopt it anytime someone entered the shed where she was held captive. It was a little unnerving, and yet, at the same time, compelling. She stopped a few feet away, fighting an urge to reach out and touch the woman. Her eyes had adjusted to the dimness inside the shed, and now she could see that the red stripes were welts.
“I am here to serve, Master,” the woman said. “Use my body as you will.”
“Uh…thanks for the offer,” Alexa replied. “But I just came here…for a look.”
The woman straightened up, but remained on her knees as she turned around. Alexa had been half-expecting her to be Lydia, but it was still something of a shock when she recognized that it was indeed her.
“My God!” Alexa exclaimed. “What did they do to you?”
Lydia looked tired and worn. There were some welts across her upper thighs, her hair was a mess, and her face looked drawn. Her breasts, which were average-sized but firm and well-shaped, were unmarked. There was a black leather collar buckled around her neck, with a heavy chain linking it to a ring set in the wall, secured with a padlock. She smiled wanly up at Alexa.
“Everything,” she almost crooned. “Everything, all night long.”
Alexa was pretty sure she knew what ‘everything’ entailed, so she didn’t ask any questions along those lines. “Are you all right?”
“Oh,” Lydia smiled softly. “I’m fine. I’m wonderful. And they’ll be back.”
“Did they hurt you?”
“Only for as long as I fought them,” Lydia answered. “And it wasn’t so bad. When they held me down, I was so ready for it…”
“I don’t understand,” Alexa shook her head. “I really don’t.”
“Why are you even here, then?”
“I’m beginning to wonder about that myself,” Alexa said. “But…I can’t back out now.”
“Nonsense. Of course you can. You know you can.”
“I know I can ,” Alexa replied. “But, trust me, I can’t .”
“Now I don’t understand,” Lydia frowned.
“Never mind,” Alexa said. “I just came for a look. I don’t even know why.” She backed away for a few steps, then turned to go.
“Wait,” Lydia demanded. Alexa stopped and turned back. She saw Lydia get to her feet with some effort and stand there at the end of her chain, shoulders back, feet apart.
“Look at me,” Lydia ordered. Alexa obeyed. In fact, she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Her eyes were drawn to the trimmed patch of dark hair between Lydia’s legs, to her breasts, back to her eyes.
“Do you know what it takes to become a proctor?” Lydia asked.
“No,” Alexa replied.
“You have to start as a ringer, or a mule, someone they can put in with new females who aren’t quite used to things yet so you can keep an eye on them,” Lydia said. “You work for the company, but you get trained like you were a sex slave. It’s rough and it’s brutal. For the women who can stand it, it’s also the most exciting job they’ll ever have. It pays pretty good, too. If you’re good, after five or six years they pick you for training as a proctor. It’s a completely different kind of work, and it’s necessary for this place to function.” She took a breath. “But I still need release from time to time. So I take off the black dress, and for a while I can be a sex slave again, used and abused by strange men. But do you know what?”
“No,” Alexa shook her head.
“Underneath it all, it’s safe here. Nobody gets to come here without psychological and physical screening that the CIA would envy.” She sank back down onto her knees.
“I can see you’re worried, Alexa,” she said, “maybe even a little scared. That’s normal. I hope that if you get taken, it’s by a man, or some men, who can teach you all the pleasures of being a captive. It’s like nothing else you’ve ever experienced.”
“Uh…thanks,” Alexa said
Alexa approached the woman slowly. Her pose was incredibly submissive. It looked as if she had been trained to adopt it anytime someone entered the shed where she was held captive. It was a little unnerving, and yet, at the same time, compelling. She stopped a few feet away, fighting an urge to reach out and touch the woman. Her eyes had adjusted to the dimness inside the shed, and now she could see that the red stripes were welts.
“I am here to serve, Master,” the woman said. “Use my body as you will.”
“Uh…thanks for the offer,” Alexa replied. “But I just came here…for a look.”
The woman straightened up, but remained on her knees as she turned around. Alexa had been half-expecting her to be Lydia, but it was still something of a shock when she recognized that it was indeed her.
“My God!” Alexa exclaimed. “What did they do to you?”
Lydia looked tired and worn. There were some welts across her upper thighs, her hair was a mess, and her face looked drawn. Her breasts, which were average-sized but firm and well-shaped, were unmarked. There was a black leather collar buckled around her neck, with a heavy chain linking it to a ring set in the wall, secured with a padlock. She smiled wanly up at Alexa.
“Everything,” she almost crooned. “Everything, all night long.”
Alexa was pretty sure she knew what ‘everything’ entailed, so she didn’t ask any questions along those lines. “Are you all right?”
“Oh,” Lydia smiled softly. “I’m fine. I’m wonderful. And they’ll be back.”
“Did they hurt you?”
“Only for as long as I fought them,” Lydia answered. “And it wasn’t so bad. When they held me down, I was so ready for it…”
“I don’t understand,” Alexa shook her head. “I really don’t.”
“Why are you even here, then?”
“I’m beginning to wonder about that myself,” Alexa said. “But…I can’t back out now.”
“Nonsense. Of course you can. You know you can.”
“I know I can ,” Alexa replied. “But, trust me, I can’t .”
“Now I don’t understand,” Lydia frowned.
“Never mind,” Alexa said. “I just came for a look. I don’t even know why.” She backed away for a few steps, then turned to go.
“Wait,” Lydia demanded. Alexa stopped and turned back. She saw Lydia get to her feet with some effort and stand there at the end of her chain, shoulders back, feet apart.
“Look at me,” Lydia ordered. Alexa obeyed. In fact, she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Her eyes were drawn to the trimmed patch of dark hair between Lydia’s legs, to her breasts, back to her eyes.
“Do you know what it takes to become a proctor?” Lydia asked.
“No,” Alexa replied.
“You have to start as a ringer, or a mule, someone they can put in with new females who aren’t quite used to things yet so you can keep an eye on them,” Lydia said. “You work for the company, but you get trained like you were a sex slave. It’s rough and it’s brutal. For the women who can stand it, it’s also the most exciting job they’ll ever have. It pays pretty good, too. If you’re good, after five or six years they pick you for training as a proctor. It’s a completely different kind of work, and it’s necessary for this place to function.” She took a breath. “But I still need release from time to time. So I take off the black dress, and for a while I can be a sex slave again, used and abused by strange men. But do you know what?”
“No,” Alexa shook her head.
“Underneath it all, it’s safe here. Nobody gets to come here without psychological and physical screening that the CIA would envy.” She sank back down onto her knees.
“I can see you’re worried, Alexa,” she said, “maybe even a little scared. That’s normal. I hope that if you get taken, it’s by a man, or some men, who can teach you all the pleasures of being a captive. It’s like nothing else you’ve ever experienced.”
“Uh…thanks,” Alexa said
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