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Authors: S. J. Lewis

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“I get that a lot,” Ron smiled. He had the distinct impression that the head proctor was coming on to him. Well, he got that a lot too.

“We’re about to process some new arrivals,” Carla went on. “I’d be happy to show you how we do things. I have to supervise some of the early stages anyway.”

“That would be fine,” Ron nodded. “I don’t know how you handle things here. All my work has been outdoors.”

“So I’ve heard,” Carla almost purred. “I’d like to hear about how you do things out in the wilds some time.”

“Maybe after I’m done with the job they’ve given me,” Ron said. She wasn’t that much older than he was, and she was still a very attractive woman. The company was pretty lenient about staff members fraternizing when they were off duty. He wondered what she was into.
“Well,” she took his arm. “Come along with me and we’ll start the tour. Would your friend like to come along?” She nodded towards Hines.

“Nah,” Hines shook his head. “I’m good. I wanna hit the cafeteria anyway. They got some great food here.”

“That we do,” Carla smiled. She turned to Ron.“When we’ve completed the tour, why don’t we stop by there for coffee?”

“All right,” Ron agreed. She was pressing against him very gently. He could feel the warmth of her body, and the yielding softness of her breast against his upper arm.

***

“I reviewed your file, Mr. Smith,” Carla said as they walked down another hallway. She still held his arm, but she wasn’t pressing against him any more. Well, she’d already made her point.
“Please, call me Ron.”

“Thank you, but I really couldn’t do that,” Carla demurred. “I rather like calling you ‘Mr. Smith’.”
“Uh…all right.” Now he had a better idea of what she might be into. “Where are we going again?”
“They’re just bringing in some new clients. I thought you might like to see the initial processing.”
“What does that involve?”

“It would be easier just to show you,” she smiled. There was a door at the end of the hallway. She opened it. “After you.”

They entered a small room, not much bigger than a passenger elevator and she closed the door behind her quickly. One wall had a large window, which seemed to be made of some kind of one-way glass. Through it, he could see a much larger room. It was dimly lit, but he could just see that it had a bare cement floor with drains set in it at intervals. He could also see chains hanging down from overhead trolleys. Apart from that, the big room was featureless and empty.

The walls looked like any other warehouse walls he’d seen.

“I don’t see anything…” he began.

“Hush,” Carla whispered. She stood alongside him, and once again he could smell her perfume. It was faint and flowery. It seemed to suit her.

Harsh, bright lights came on in the larger room. He heard a door bang open somewhere. Then five men entered, hustling along three struggling, bound, gagged and blindfolded women. They were still clothed, but they looked as if they’d had a very rough time: Skirts were hiked up, blouses torn open, and one of them was missing her shoes. As she was half-dragged, half-shoved across the room, he noted she’d lost her pantyhose as well. He thought he recognized her as the woman from the parking garage. The hair looked like the same short cut and color.

“Excuse me,” Carla murmured. She reached past him and flipped a switch set on the wall. Suddenly, he could hear everything that was going on in the big room. Gagged or not, those women were making a lot of noise. It sounded as if they were complaining and pleading at the same time. The men…they were a mixed bag, he noted: Black, white and Latino, all about average height and build…just laughed and made rude comments. They handled the women pretty roughly as they made them stand in a line in the middle of the room, very close to one of the drains. Then they backed away.

“What…?” Ron began.

“Sssshhh…” Carla shook her head. “You’ll see.”

One of the men unreeled what looked like a firehose from a wall stanchion. He aimed it at the line of women.

He’d been expecting the women to be bowled over by a blast of high-pressure water. Instead, the water came out in a fine mist. The women squealed and shrieked as they were thoroughly wet down. One tried to step away, but she was warned back into place by one of the men. In a few moments, all three women were thoroughly soaked, shivering and sobbing. The man wielding the firehose shut it off and stored it away while three of his compatriots removed the women’s blindfolds and untied their hands. The fifth man, the Latino, stood in front of the women, hands on his hips. He gave the captives a brief chance to compose themselves. All three of them looked bewildered and fearful.

“You bitches get your clothes off!” the Latino bellowed. His voice echoed in the room. “NOW! Or you get the hose again!”

That brought another round of wailing from the women, but they began to undress as they’d been ordered.

Carla leaned closer. “The room is heated,” she said in a whisper that tickled his ear. “But the water is very, very cold. They’d probably want to get out of their wet clothes anyway…” she chuckled, “Not necessarily in there, of course. But we start getting them used to taking orders from the very beginning. The cold water makes them a little more pliable for now.”
“And later?”

“Ah…later,” Carla kept whispering. “Later, they’re naked and helpless and surrounded by rough men. They learn to obey, one way or another.”

“What did those three sign up for?” Soggy clothes were accumulating on the floor at a gratifying rate. The Latino kept barking at the women to hurry up.

“Ahhh,” Carla breathed. “They have a deluxe package. Two weeks. Well, ten days, actually.

They’re going to be trained to be sex slaves…straight, oral and anal. It ought to be very interesting for them.”

“I think I recognize that one,” Ron pointed. When the shorthaired woman had removed her skirt, he’d noticed she had no panties. She must have gotten quite a ride in that van. “Do those women know each other?”

“I should think not,” Carla replied. “They each came here from a different part of the country. Until tonight, I doubt they’ve ever met.”

The women were all naked and shivering now. One of the men collected their jewelry, even a belly ring worn by one of them. The collection of rings, earrings, watches and necklaces all went into a canvas bag. Another man began handcuffing the captives. There was more wailing and sobbing, but none of the women put up even a token resistance.

“We’re very thorough,” Carla continued.

“Now what happens to them?”

“Considering that they have all been…used…already, now we’ll put them all in a cage and let them rest and dry out a little before beginning their training.”

“You put them all in the same cage?”

“Oh, yes! The room their cage is in is a little on the chilly side, so they’ll have to huddle together for warmth.”

“What if they don’t do that?”

“They will,” Carla laughed. “You see that one? The one you thought you recognized?” She pointed, as the women were being collared and chained together by their necks. The chains looked heavy. The men took the opportunity to fondle their captives. The women squirmed and whined at the rough handling. It earned one of them a hard slap on her cute little ass. She yelped and stopped struggling.

“Yes. What about her?”

“She’s done this once before. Even if the others are reluctant, she’ll probably talk them into it. In any case, the cage has only one mattress in it, and one blanket. Sooner or later, naked or not…” Carla shrugged and smiled. “You break down one inhibition and it’s a lot easier to break down all of the others.”

“You seem to have all of this planned out.”

“We’ve had years of experience. We also have an edge. They don’t come to us unless they already want it, at some level.” Carla chuckled. “We help them find new levels.”

“What do you do if you don’t have a repeat client available?”

“We have that covered also,” Carla answered. “We use a ringer then.”

“A ringer?”

“Yes. We have some very attractive women working for us. They pose as clients and go through everything that our clients do. They help to nudge them along in the right direction. They can also keep things from going beyond what the clients can handle at the moment.”
“How rough does it get for them here?”

“Oh,” she shrugged. “It all depends. For the freshmen and sophomores, it never gets all
that
rough: Spankings, mild whippings, putting them in some discomfort to make them more pliable…” She paused. “It can get pretty raw for the rest of them, depending on what they say they want and what we think they can take. That’s why we always have a doctor here, just in case.” Another pause, and then she smiled. “But come, let me show you the rest of the facility.”

“I’d like that. It’s been interesting so far.”

“I should tell you I started here as a ringer myself.” Carla took his arm again as they left the little observation room.

“Did you?” Ron looked at her. She was smiling, but not at him. Her expression was as if she was fondly remembering something.

“Oh, yes,” she nodded. “I was looking for a more…exciting career at the time.”

“What had you been doing up until then?”

“I was the head teller at a bank. Good pay, good benefits and it was as boring as could be.”

Chapter Three

“So, now what?” Ron asked. “What’s next on the tour?”

“Well,” Carla said, “All we have on the ground floor is the initial processing. Most of the…real action takes place on the second and third floors.”

“The fourth floor is empty, then?”

“No. We use the fourth floor. Part of it has been turned into small apartments. The staff uses them at times. The rest has a few specialty rooms taking up most of the space, along with a number of small suites, much like an inexpensive hotel.”

“Specialty rooms?”

“Yes,” Carla’s smile was a little crooked. “I’ll show you those too. “But first, let’s have a look at the second floor, shall we?”

“All right. How do we get there?”

“We have stairs, but I prefer to use the elevator. It’s this way.”

The elevator wasn’t cramped, but it was certainly small. During the short ride up to the second floor, Carla leaned back in a corner and smiled up at Ron. Given how much physical contact she’d made up to now, this was confusing. Then, still smiling, she pointed up at the roof of the car. “Part of our security system here includes surveillance cameras for all the elevators and stairways,” she said.

He looked up, but he couldn’t see anything but the plastic screening covering the fluorescent lights. “They hide them pretty well,” he commented.

“Most of the cameras are quite small,” Carla cocked her head to one side, still looking at him, still smiling. For a moment, he felt like a wildebeest that had just noticed that a lioness was sizing him up. She went on. “Unless you know just where to look, you won’t find them.”

“This is very different from what I’m used to,” he said. The elevator stopped with a gentle bump.

“I’d be very interested to hear what you are used to,” Carla said as the door slid open. “But first, the rest of our tour. This way.” She stepped out of the elevator and turned right. As he followed her, he took a quick look to the left. Either way he looked, there was nothing but a long hallway, carpeted, the walls painted a pale yellow. He could see some metal doors with brass numbers on them, all of them along the same side of the hallway.

“Where are we?” he asked.

“We call this the Ring,” Carla answered. “It runs all the way around the second floor facilities.”
“So, you can access any part of the second floor from here?”

“Yes. It’s quite convenient. We have the same arrangement on the third floor.”

Carla was still smiling at him, but now she was keeping a more professional distance from him. Had he done something wrong? He thought back and couldn’t think of anything. Then it dawned on him. He’d been working for the company for so long that he’d forgotten how things worked on the outside. Carla had let him know that she was interested and available. Now it was his turn to let her know if he was likewise interested, and make a move. That much he could grasp, but he had absolutely no idea what he should say or do now.

Carla’s smile faded. He realized that he’d been just standing there for a bit too long.
“Is something wrong?” Carla asked.

“Yes, with me,” Ron shook his head. “I’m afraid I’ve gotten very rusty with my people skills.”

“Really?” An eyebrow went up.

“Yes, really. You’re a very attractive woman, and I’m standing here feeling like a teenaged boy on his first date. I just do not know what to do next.”

Carla looked puzzled at first. He could almost hear the gears clicking in her head. He saw understanding dawn in her eyes.

“Oh, my!” Her hand went to her mouth. “You’re serious!”

“Absolutely,” he admitted. “It’s a lot more straightforward out in the woods.”

“I’m sure that it is. Did I overwhelm you?”

“More than a little,” Ron admitted.

“And here I was beginning to think that I’d lost my edge,” Carla chuckled. “Well, I won’t come right out and ask you if you’re interested, and don’t you come right out and tell me. I think you could use the practice. Deal?”

“Deal.” He let out a sigh of relief.

“Let’s get on with the rest of the tour, then,” Carla suggested. “I think you’ll find it interesting.” Her smile returned. “You might even get some ideas.”

“How many women do you have here at any one time?” Ron asked as he trailed Carla down the long hallway.

“It varies,” Carla answered. “We usually have anywhere from twenty-five to fifty. I think right now we have thirty-seven, not counting the ones you just saw.”

“That many? I wouldn’t have thought there’d be so many clients in a city this size.”

Carla laughed. She had a good laugh. “There aren’t,” she said. “Actually, only one of our current clients is local. We have women coming here from all over. Some even come here from overseas. This is the only urban facility that we have that can handle them.”

“Why is that?”

“Supply, demand and costs,” Carla answered. “It’s very expensive, running a facility like this. There just wouldn’t be enough business to open another. Anyway, this one is perfectly situated. The city isn’t too big and it still has lots of places nearby to visit. If a wife or a girlfriend or a mistress wants to get away for a little while and recharge her batteries, coming here doesn’t arouse too many suspicions. But enough background.” She turned to one of the metal doors and put her hand on the doorknob. “Let’s get to the interesting part.”

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