CHAPTER ONE

 

The summer rain fell in drenching sheets.  Beyond the mountains, somewhere in the distance, was a flicker of lightning.  Seconds later, the inherent low, rumble of thunder rolled across the dark landscape. 

In the night, the sleek limousine moved briskly along the isolated, mountainside road.

Inside, Alexandra De Luca stared absently out the window.   Through the heavy, wet droplets of water pounding against the side of the moving vehicle, she could barely make out the shapes of the passing trees. 

          She felt the vehicle slow as it turned around one of the road’s sharp curves.  Being on roads like these always worried her.  There was something unnerving about the twisting, narrow roads that were flanked by a sea of forest on one side and a steep, almost vertical drop, on the other.  The escalating weather outside was further discomforting. 

          She sighed, wishing she were at home; comfortable in her warm bed, and out of the three thousand-dollar dress and heels. She was tired, and she wanted nothing more than to sleep. 

“Alexandra,” The voice was gentle but stern, and thick with a deep Italian accent. 

She glanced at the stout, aging figure of her father, dressed in his expensive tuxedo and sipping on a glass of wine he had poured himself once they got inside the limo. 

“You look beautiful tonight, my daughter.”  He said slowly, compassionately. 

“Thank you, daddy.”  She said, smiling and taking on her most innocent tone.  Even at twenty-two years old, her father still saw her as his little girl.  Satisfied, her father sat back in his seat and took another sip of wine. 

He was one of the region’s more powerful and influential mob bosses.  Earlier that day, he had insisted she join him at a celebratory meeting marking the alliance between her father’s organization and another crime family.  She had agreed.  After all, what better of an excuse to flaunt her new and expensive outfit?  The celebration had been nice- many of her relatives and close friends of the family had been present, some of whom she hadn’t seen since she was a little girl. They had all been equally surprised at how sweet, little Alexandra De Luca had grown up. Alexandra was strikingly beautiful.  Her naturally tan Italian complexion and long, flowing dark hair was the envy of many women her age, and the object of desire to even more men. 

“Tonight, you made many boys jealous.”  He laughed.  “You make me kill many men.” 

“Daddy,” 

“I only joke with you, my beautiful.” He said.  “The sooner I find you a husband, the sooner I get you out of my house, yes?”

Alexandra laughed.  Her father’s taunting was, as always, to be taken in good humor.  It was actually him who had insisted she continue to live out of their huge, lakeside villa and stay close to the family.

          Though Alexandra hadn’t protested the idea.  Her father paid for everything she wanted- cars, clothes, everything she could think of.  Who would want to move away from that?

          Out through the window, she caught a glimpse of another pair of headlights merging into the road up ahead of them. Through the dark and the rain, she could barely make out the silhouette of the SUV as it pulled into the road ahead of them.  It was going about the same speed as the limo, if not a little slower. 

          It had easily been an hour since she had last seen another vehicle on the road.  The people in the SUV were probably lost, she reasoned.  Lost or not, it was still nice to see another vehicle on the road.

          Alexandra and her father sat in relative silence, listening to the hammering of the rain on the roof of the car.  After a few minutes, her father pressed a button and rolled down the privacy window that separated the passengers from the chauffer.  He turned in his seat, addressing the limousine’s driver.

          “Giorgio, how long until we are back at the house?” 

          “Under forty-five minutes, boss.”  The driver answered, keeping his eyes on the road.

          The driver, Giorgio, was just one of the many people employed by Alexandra’s father.  Their last family chauffer, a young man by the name of Luigi, had been caught making one too many inappropriate glances at Alexandra’s backside, and had wound up dead in a ditch.

          With the privacy glass down, Alexandra could see over her father’s shoulder and out through the windshield.  About ten meters up ahead, she could see the back of the moving SUV.

          “I wish I could get you there quicker, boss, but this bastard in front of us is going damned slow.”  Giorgio remarked. 

          As if on cue, the SUV screeched to a sudden halt.

          “Christ!”  Giorgio slammed on the brakes and swerved.  Alexandra screamed in surprise, and felt the limo skid uncontrollably across the wet road.  There was a harsh jolt, and the sickening sound of bending metal and breaking glass. 

          Alexandra had been thrown from her seat during the collision.  She was lying across the carpeted floor of the limo, amidst tiny chips of broken safety glass and spilled wine.  Her head hurt.  She tasted blood. 

          She blinked, and saw the portly figure of her father slumped in his seat, groaning, with a large gash across his forehead. 

          From the front seat, she saw Giorgio still in the drivers seat, looking anxiously out across the bent and mangled hood at the barely-damaged SUV. 

          Lying there, shocked and struggling to regain her bearings, Alexandra felt a sudden rush of rage for the driver of the SUV.  That son of a bitch!  What the hell had he been thinking, stopping in the middle of the road like that?  The bastards probably had no idea how much shit they had just gotten themselves into.  Father would handle this, she thought.  He would shoot each and every one of them. 

          From the front seat, there was a terrified “Oh shit!”

           Alexandra heard the sound of several car doors opening and then shutting, and somehow managed to lift her head enough to see four sturdy looking men getting out of the SUV in front of them.  She couldn’t see their faces, even in the bright glow of the headlamps.  The men were moving towards the limo.  And what was that in their hands? Guns?  Yes, they were most certainly guns.  Why did they have guns?  What the hell was all this about?

          She saw the back of Giorgio’s head bent down, one arm clawing at his jacket in desperate search for his own gun.  The chauffeur was still cursing. 

          Without warning, one of the men walked up to the front of the limo and lifted the gun in Giorgio’s direction.

          “No, wait!” 

          There was no hesitation.  Three muffled gunshots burst from the weapon, all of them finding their mark in the chauffeur’s chest.  Giorgio was dead in his seat. 

          Alexandra watched in silent terror.  Through the window, she could see the other armed men walking around the left side of the limousine, heading for the door.  Instinctively, Alexandra struggled to her hands and knees and scrambled for the lock.

          “Father!  Father, wake up!”  She looked over anxiously at the slumped figure in the corner, still bleeding from the head.  Her father moaned weakly, slowly regaining consciousness. 

          Outside, one of the men approached the door calmly and reached for the handle. 

          “No!”  Alexandra screamed, her eyes darting around the inside of the limo, searching for something, anything, she could arm herself with.

          There was a metallic bang as the lock was shot off from the outside, and the door was yanked open by the men with the guns.  Strong, muscular arms reached inside and grabbed Alexandra by her hair.  She cursed, clawing viciously at the attackers. 

          The girl was dragged outside, into the rain. She punched and kicked, desperately trying to get away.  The man that had grabbed her successfully pinned her arms behind her back.  They had her.

          Seconds later, the two other masked men dragged the half-conscious body of her father out and threw him brutally against the side of the limousine. 

          “Were here to deliver a message.”  One of the men, presumably the leader, knelt down beside her father.    “Don’t fuck with our territory.”

          The man stood, and delivered a powerful kick to Alexandra’s father’s face. 

          Her father groaned, blinking painfully as the rain ran the blood from his forehead into his eyes.  “You…bastards.  Let her go.  She has done nothing.”

          “What, the girl?”  The masked men glanced at Alexandra, and then back at her father, lying against the side of the wrecked vehicle.  “Don’t you worry.  We’ll take good care of her.”

          With that, the masked man lifted the gun and shot her father in the head. 

          “No!  You bastards!”  Alexandra screamed.  She kicked backwards blindly, the edge of her heel landing flatly in the crotch of her captor.  He groaned in agony and fell to his knees, and Alexandra ran.

          The last thing Alexandra De Luca remembered about that night was one of the men stepping out in front of her, and the butt of his weapon slamming into the side of her face. 

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

Sometime later, Alexandra woke up.  She was dizzy, and cold.  She was immensely hungry, and just as thirsty.  She rubbed the side of her head, where she barely remembered being struck the night before.  Or had it been the night before?  Or had it been two nights ago?  Or maybe even a week?  She didn’t know.  The incident in the limousine felt like so long ago.  The limousine!  Had it been real?  It certainly hadn’t seemed real.  How could something so terrible happen to her?  Was her father really dead?

          The image of her father being shot in the head was fresh in her mind, and it made her cringe.  No, it couldn’t have been real.  It just couldn’t have been. 

          Slowly, she blinked, taking in her surroundings.  She felt her heart sink as she looked around, coming to the terrible realization that she was not in her bedroom- the terrible realization that she had never gotten home that night.

          It was a grey, tiny box of a room.  The walls and floors were cold, hard cement.  There were no windows.  The room’s only source of light came from a single light bulb dangling from the high ceiling.  Alexandra sat up, put her feet down on the floor, and realized she was naked.  She had been lying on a rather hard, uncomfortable ship’s type bunk.  The only other furniture in the depressing room was an old toilet in one corner.  There was one door in the center of the far wall.  It was metal and heavy looking.  Above the door, out of reach, was a silver surveillance camera angled at the bed. 

          Alex felt a sudden rush of embarrassment and immediately covered herself.  Was the camera on?  She wondered.  More importantly, where the hell was she?  It looked like a prison of some sort.  

          The haunting last words of the masked men suddenly popped into her mind. 

          “Don’t you worry.  We’ll take good care of her.”  The man had said, with a sadistic grin on his face.  Alexandra was overcome with panic.  What had he meant by that?  

          She tried the door, and was unsurprised to find it was locked. There was a cold draft in the tiny cell.  She began to tremble.  Terrified, she curled into a ball in the corner and wept.

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER THREE

 

The control room was a rectangular room; very modern and dark save for the rows of glowing television monitors along the back wall.  Each screen was linked to a number of surveillance cameras throughout the complex, that relayed images back to the control room and then displayed them on the monitors.

 “Who is she?”

“Alexandra De Luca.  Twenty-two years old.  She is- was- the daughter of Carlo De Luca, the mafia boss.”  The replying voice was familiar- sultry, almost seductive.

          “And your sure there is no trail of her being brought here?”

          “Positive.  Our men took care of all the evidence.  The limousine went over the side of the mountain, the bodies were disposed of.  We weren’t after her- we just wanted her father dead.   But she was a nice bonus.”

          Austin Taylor watched the video screen intently, concentrating on the black and white image of the naked girl cowering in the corner of the small cell.

          “I’m sure we can find good use for her.”  He said, turning in his seat to face the woman sitting behind him.  The woman looked like she had just stepped out of a dominatrix pornographic film, with jet-black hair, a black bikini top and miniskirt, and pump boots. 

          She grinned seductively, her red lipstick parting to reveal pearl white teeth.  “I thought so.”

          Austin stared at her for a second, taking in her unique beauty for the hundredth time.  Tiffany, her name was, was in her mid thirties, but by the looks of it, you wouldn’t guess she was a day over twenty-five.  She had been one of The Facility’s first subjects, and over a process of about six years, had been transformed into one of its most effective trainers.

          “Do you have the list of the new arrivals?”  Austin asked, redirecting his mind from the inevitable dirty path it would take if he continued to stare. 

          “Yes, I do.”  She handed him a clipboard with about twelve names on it.  “Some interesting catches in there.  I think it will be a fun batch to break.”

          Austin skimmed over it briefly, and nodded approvingly.

          He was the sole Director of The Facility- a top secret complex that was constructed and funded by the founders of an incredibly wealthy crime organization.  The initial idea behind the Facility was that the mafia would kidnap select girls, always young and beautiful, and send them to a confidential facility where they would be trained as sexual slaves. Since opening up over a decade ago, The Facility had evolved quite a bit.  Girls were still mostly picked randomly off the streets, but now those indebted to the mafia could be brought to the Facility as well.  Members of the crime organization could even pay to have a girl brought here, but for a hefty fee of course.  And in the rare case of Alexandra De Luca, members of enemy crime organizations sometimes wound up in the Facility as well. 

          The training was rigorous, and often cruel.  It was intended to break the girls, humiliate and degrade, and brainwash them of any worth or value.  Once they were completely broken in, they were sold to an individual owner, with prices usually ranging in the high hundreds of thousands to the millions.  Many times, members of the mafia organization purchased the girls (some had more than one), but customers ranged from businessmen and dictators to politicians and celebrities.  

          As Director, it was Austin’s job to oversee all aspects of the Facility.  He considered himself an expert at what he did, and he did enjoy his job.  Especially the girls.

          “Should we get started with the new recruits?”  Tiffany asked, leaning forward so that her cleavage was provocatively visible.  Austin eyed her up and down.  She knew she was doing, he thought.  Tiffany had been one of the first girl’s he had broken in at the Facility.  Austin had rather taken a liking to her, and instead of putting her on the market, had decided to keep her for himself.  She was now his assistant, of sorts. Cold, cruel, and ruthless; she was perfect for the job. 

          “Not yet.  I have some other things I need to tend to.” He grinned, pulling her into his lap and pulling her skirt up.  Tiffany giggled, and reached for his pants.  

 

 

Alexandra De Luca had no concept of how long she had been in the small cell.  There was nothing in the tiny room that even hinted at how much time had passed, but it sure seemed like hours to Alexandra.  She had managed to pull herself together somewhat; she had stopped crying a while ago but was still trembling.  She had even tried to sleep, but the image of her father’s death continued to haunt her.  The bed itself was far too uncomfortable.  It was too firm, and there were no blankets to protect her from the chilling draft in the cell.  The mattress was old and smelled musky, though it appeared clean. 

          And now she was incredibly hungry and thirsty.  Thirsty to the extent that she had briefly considered drinking from the toilet bowl, but immediately shamed herself for even allowing the thought to cross her mind.  No, Alexandra De Luca would never be reduced to such atrocities.  Drinking water from toilet bowls was reserved for dogs.  She was rich.  She was powerful.  She would never do such a thing, no matter how thirsty she was.

          She sat on the edge of the hard bed, wondering how long it would be before someone came to her rescue.  Surely, they wouldn’t leave her here to rot.  Her brothers would come for her.  Or maybe the police would come.  Either way, she had no doubt the sons of bitches that had locked her in here and stripped her of her clothes would pay severely. 

          The worst part of all was the damned surveillance camera above the door.  She hated the idea of being watched, especially with out any clothes on. 

          From the other side of the door, she heard heavy footsteps coming closer and closer.  Alex bit her lip and clenched her fists in anticipation.  Were they coming for?  Would she finally see the face of the madman that had locked her away here?

          Closer.  Closer.  The footsteps were getting louder, and now it sounded as if there was more than one pair.  Maybe two people.  Or was it three? She couldn’t tell. 

          Closer. Closer.  Alexandra found herself backing away from the door. Surely, by now they were right outside of her door. 

          The footsteps stopped. For several seconds, it was silent.

          And then there was an electronic beep, followed by the sound of something heavy shifting inside the door (presumably the lock).  Alexandra could feel her heart thumping in her chest, and was mentally preparing to defend herself against the assailants.  She had her fists, and that was all.  It wasn’t much coming from a girl such as herself, but it would have to do.  Maybe she could bite them, too. 

          The hinges of the door squealed, and bright light poured into the cell.  Alexandra squinted in the harsh brightness, and was barely able to make out the shape of a tall, slender man standing in the doorway.  Behind him, was a much more curvaceous figure, undoubtedly that of a woman. 

          The man stepped into the cell, and now Alexandra could see him well.  He appeared young, no older than his mid thirties.  He was dressed somewhat formally, in khakis and a button down blue shirt.  He was, though she hated to admit, rather handsome.  Behind him, the woman stepped into the room.  Alex was shocked to see her dressed in nothing more than what could only be described as black leather lingerie and pumps.  And what was that attached to the woman’s waist?  A whip?  What in god’s name did she need a whip for?

          “Hello, Alexandra.”  The man said, his voice deep and confident.  He was smiling.  “Did you have a nice nap?”

          The dominatrix woman put a hand on the man’s shoulder and eyed Alex’s exposed body up and down.  “Oh, Austin.  She’s even more beautiful than I expected.  We’re going to have good fun with this one.”

          Alex was mortified. The woman had no doubt been pawing her body with those cold, blue eyes. The woman must be a lesbian- or bisexual, judging by the way she whispered into the man’s ear.  Either way, the woman had no right to look at her like that.

          “Just who the hell do you think you are?”  Alex shouted, covering herself with her hands.  “I demand you give me clothes back and let me out of this god forsaken place!  Do you have any idea who I am?  I am a De Luca!” 

The statement was said with such authority, such defiance, that Austin and Tiffany both laughed.

“What?  What are you laughing at?”  Alex demanded.  “I can, I will have you both killed!” 

“Miss De Luca,” The man began to speak.  His voice was smooth, sophisticated.  “The De Luca’s crime syndicate is no more. What you witnessed two nights ago, in case you were wondering how long you’ve been here, was the hostile takeover of your family’s criminal empire.”

Alexandra shook her head defiantly.  “I have brothers.  Uncles.  Cousins.  My family is powerful.  And they’ll come for me.  They’ll make you wish you had never been born.”

“Your family is dead, Miss De Luca.  The organization I work for has ensured that.  Frankly, your looks are what saved your life.  If the hit men at the scene of the assassination had not recognized your unique beauty, you would have most likely been killed as well.”  Austin paused, allowing the information to settle.

Alexandra looked distraught.  The color drained from her pretty little face as she realized she was at the whim of these people, and that there was no rescue coming.

“Fortunately, we have many great things planned for you here at The Facility.  Now, I know you have many questions.  Who am I?  What do I want with you?  Things of that nature.  Rest assured, they will all be answered in time.  I will tell you this.  Today marks a radical new change in your life.  You are no longer a rich, spoiled daughter of a powerful crime lord.  You are a slave.  You have no rights anymore.  Your opinion, your values and your morals mean nothing.  You belong to me now.  You are a piece of property, nothing more.  And if I may give you some advice, it is in your best interest to accept this fact as soon as possible.  You will be forced to do things you do not want to do, but you will learn to cooperate in time.  I will break you.”

Alexandra couldn’t believe what she was hearing.  Was this bastard serious?  Did he actually think he owned her?  She looked past the man, past the scantily clad woman, and through the doorway.  She could see a hallway, with white floors and walls.  If she ran for it, maybe, just maybe, she could get away.

It was now or never.  She sprinted for the door, hoping the element of surprise would allow her to pass effortlessly between her two captors.  It didn’t.

The man casually put one foot out as she darted by, effectively clipping her.  Alexandra fell to the cold, hard floor. 

“I was afraid you would try something stupid.” 

She felt pressure on her back.  The woman had gotten on top of her, and her knees were pressed into Alex’s shoulders.  Soft, feminine hands grabbed Alex’s wrists and held them together.  She felt the cold steel and heard the faint click of what could only be handcuffs.  Roughly, the dominatrix woman hefted Alex to her feet. 

“Let me go, you stupid bitch!”  Alex thrashed, but the woman was stronger than expected.  The dominatrix quickly wrapped a hand around Alex’s neck, pressing the edges of her nails into the girl’s throat. 

           “You’ll soon learn this isn’t the place for heroics.”  The woman said coldly, yanking Alex’s head back by her hair. 

          The man approached them casually, his hands in his pockets as if he were taking a stroll through the park.

          “Tiffany,” He gestured towards the dominatrix.  “Take Miss De Luca up to the holding cell.  See to it she is properly restrained.”

          “She has quite the mouth, sir.”  The dominatrix woman remarked. “I think a gag would do her some good.”

          “I think you’re right.”  The man nodded.  “I trust your judgment.  Do as you see fit.  I will be up with the others soon.”

 

 

CHAPTER FOUR

 

Alexandra began spewing curses at the dominatrix, whose apparent name was Tiffany.  Tiffany just smiled politely, and half-led, half-dragged the protesting girl down a long hallway and up a flight of stairs. 

          Alex struggled the entire way. 

          “You stupid white trash whore!”  Alex hissed.  “I’m going to get every lawyer in this country on your ass.  You wait!”

          They got to the top of the stairs, and Tiffany forcefully pushed Alexandra forward.  Alexandra easily lost her balance and tumbled forward onto the landing, slamming her head against the hard floor.

          “Oops,” Tiffany said sarcastically.  “Be careful, sweetie.”

          The dominatrix bent down and grabbed a handful of hair.  Alexandra howled as she was again pulled to her feet, and shoved further down a hallway.  They reached a set of large double doors at the end of the corridor, and Tiffany led Alexandra through. 

          They came into a long, rectangular room that terrified Alexandra.  The place looked like a torture chamber!  Along one wall were a set of cages stacked one on top of another.  They looked like dog cages, Alex thought.  There were two large, stainless steel tables towards the middle of the room, with levers and buttons and all sorts of sinister looking contraptions.  Chains hung menacingly from the ceiling.  Some sort of chair, equipped with what appeared to be leather restraints and god knew what else, sat in one corner.  Steel frames of assorted shapes and sizes were scattered throughout the room, all of which Alexandra dreaded. 

          Tiffany led her to the back wall.  As they grew nearer, Alexandra noticed a series of metal rings that were secured to the wall, about six feet above the ground.  There were at least a dozen.

          She was taken to the end of the wall, and instructed to stay still.  Alexandra readily complied, for fear that Tiffany would use one of the room’s many hellish looking devices on her.  Her chained hands were hoisted above her head, and clipped to the ring in the wall.  Tiffany turned and walked across the room, rummaged through a box, and came back with a two-foot long rod in her hand.

          “What in the hell are you going to do with that?”  Alexandra said, eyeing the piece of equipment up and down quickly.

          “Shove it up your ass, if you don’t shut up.”  Tiffany remarked, again in the cold voice.  Something in the woman’s tone told Alexandra that the woman wasn’t joking. 

          Tiffany kneeled down.  Her head was suspiciously close to Alexandra’s crotch.  It made Alexandra uncomfortable.  Tiffany went to work, securing a leather strap attached to the end of the rod around Alexandra’s ankle.  She did for the same for the other side, and stood back up, admiring her work.

          Alexandra’s legs were now forced apart by the spreader bar attached to her ankles.  Her arms were chained above her head, forcing her pert breasts outward.  Alexandra vainly tugged at the chains securing her arms, but quickly realized it was useless.  She was stuck, and she was extremely vulnerable. 

          Tiffany suddenly thrust herself against the restrained girl, pushing her up against the cold cement wall.  One soft, warm hand worked its way up to Alexandra’s breast, softly rubbing it.

          “I’ve never seen a girl look so good tied up.”  Tiffany whispered in a sultry voice.  She was a mere few inches away from Alexandra’s face.  Tiffany’s other hand found Alex’s crotch, and suggestively ran her fingers across the soft flesh.

          Disgusted, Alexandra turned away.  She closed her eyes. “Stop it.  Just stop it.  Please, just let me go.   For fuck sake, let me go.  I won’t call the cops, I won’t talk, I just…I just need to go home.”

          Tiffany grinned, and stepped back.  “I’ll tell you what, gorgeous.  I’ll let you go, but you have to do a favor for me.  Now I don’t usually do this, but then again, I don’t usually get to handle girls as pretty as you are.” 

          Alexandra didn’t like where this was going.  “What?  What do you want me to do?”

          The dominatrix leaned forward, whispering into Alex’s ear.

          “I want you to eat me out.”

          “Are you crazy?’  Alexandra exclaimed.  Unbelievable!  Did this woman actually expect her to do such a vile thing?  “I’m no lesbian!” 

          “Look, sweetheart.  You’re going to be forced to sooner or later, whether you like it or not.  It’s inevitable.  If you do it for me this one time, and you do it good, I’ll show you how to get out of here.  You can go back home.  You can be free.  You can forget all of this ever happened.”

          Alexandra weighed her options.  How could she be sure this woman wasn’t lying to her? 

          “There’s an exit nearby.  Finish up quick, and I can get you out of here before the director gets back.  You understand what I’m telling you?”

          “How do I know your not lying?”

          “I’m not.  Anyways, don’t you want to go home?  Don’t you want to get away from all of this?”  

          It was a persuasive argument.  Images of home flashed through Alexandra’s head; the mansion, by the lake, and the warm sun and the refreshing pool.  The cold, tropical drinks melting in her hand.  She missed it terribly.  She had to get home, by all means.  If it meant engaging in some brief lesbian activity, than so be it.

          Alexandra hesitated, her eyes fixated on the woman’s black miniskirt.  “Okay...I’ll do it.” 

          Tiffany grinned.  “You’re a smart one.  I knew you’d come around.  Give me a second here,” 

          The woman reached up and unhooked her captive’s handcuffs from the ring in the wall.  She took a firm hold of Alexandra’s hair and pulled the girl’s head downward, effectively bending her over at the waist.  At the same time, with her other hand, Tiffany hiked up her own short black skirt.

          Alex was not at all surprised to see that Tiffany had nothing on underneath the skirt.  With the short, black leather rolled completely up, Alexandra could plainly see the mistress’s closely shaven pussy.

          Tiffany gave a gentle tug on Alex’s hair and forced the girl’s face into her crotch.   Oh, how she was going to enjoy this.  She felt her captive’s warm breath on her crotch, and closed her eyes and bit her lip in anticipation.

          It went against every instinct for Alexandra to press her lips against Tiffany’s pussy.  Reluctantly, she inched her tongue out, running it softly over the woman’s lips.  Tiffany let out a soft moan. 

          “Harder.  Faster.” It was not a request.  It was an order.

          Alexandra began lapping increasingly faster, working her tongue in and out of the wet orifice.  Tiffany began moaning louder, and was tugging on Alexandra’s hair increasingly harder.  Alexandra did her best to ignore the pain and continue on.  After all, it was her freedom she was working for. 

          The ordeal continued for several long, strenuous minutes for Alexandra.  Tiffany, finally satisfied, seized Alex by the hair and straightened her up. 

          “You’re good.  Better than most.”  Tiffany said, pulling her skirt back down.  “Whoever Austin decides to train you on is going to be one lucky bitch.”

          “What?  What do you mean?” 

          Before she had realized what had happened, Tiffany had reattached the handcuffs to the ring in the wall.  She was back where she had been five minutes ago.

          “What are you doing?”  Alexandra stammered.  “You said you’d let me go!  You promised!” 

          “I lied.”  Tiffany said, giving her a sadistic smile.  “You wait here, gorgeous.  You’ll have company soon.”

          “No!  I will not fucking wait here!  Show me the way out!  Show me now, damn it!”  Alexandra struggled against her bonds, thrashing around in a rage.  She received a sharp, stinging slap to the face from Tiffany. 

          “Calm down, or you’ll find yourself in a lot of pain very quickly.”  Tiffany said.  She forcibly grabbed Alexandra’s face and forced a large, red rubber ball into the girl’s mouth.  A leather strap attached to the ball went around Alexandra’s face, and was tightly fastened behind her head.  

          The ball gag was large.  It stretched Alexandra’s jaw so that it hurt.  She screamed more curses at Tiffany, but the words were muffled and unintelligible. 

          “Now, you wait here until I come back with some of your new friends, okay?”  Tiffany said cheerfully, playfully pinching one of Alexandra’s nipples.

          The mistress turned and left the room, closing the heavy metal doors behind her, and leaving Alexandra in silence.  How could she have been so stupid?  How could she have fallen for the cruel woman’s trap?  Tiffany had never intended to release her.  She had just wanted to use her.  The bitch!  She hated this place.  Absolutely loathed this place.  It made her feel helpless.  She was helpless.   And a nagging voice in the back of her head told her she was never going to get away. 

          Alexandra, alone and chained to the wall, began to sob. 

         

 

CHAPTER FIVE

 

Sometime later, the huge steel doors swung suddenly open. A young blonde girl was roughly shoved through the doorway and into the room.  She let out a soft whimper and lost her footing, her slender naked body falling to the cold floor.

          Tiffany came in less than a second later, towering imposingly over the downed girl.  “Get up, slut.”

          “Please, my hands.”  The blonde said, holding her tightly chained-together hands up for the mistress to see.  “I can’t get up.”

          “Stupid bitch.”  Tiffany murmured, reaching down and grabbing a handful of light blonde hair.  The blonde was pulled to her feet, and thrown against the wall next to Alexandra.

          “Hands over your head.”  Tiffany commanded, pulling the girls arms over her head and securing the handcuffs to the metal ring in the wall.  Alexandra looked over at her fellow prisoner.  The blonde girl was very pretty; she had lightly colored hair, and golden tanned skinned.  She looked like she could have been a model, and maybe she had been, before she was brought to this dreadful place.  Had the circumstances been any different, Alexandra probably would have been slightly envious of the blonde girl’s curvaceous body.  Though her own were by no means small, Alexandra could not help but notice the blonde’s full, rather large pair of breasts.  Alexandra had also caught a fairly vivid glimpse of the blonde’s plump backside. 

          “Please, please, ma’am, I have a lot of money, my family is very rich.  Anything you want, anything at all-” The blonde’s pleas for mercy were cut short when Tiffany shoved a red ball gag identical to Alexandra’s into the girl’s mouth. 

          “Heard it already once today, sweetheart.”  Tiffany said indifferently.  The blonde continued to beg, though the words, now muffled by the gag, were impossible to comprehend. 

          “You two;” Tiffany stepped back, looking back and forth between her pair of restrained captives.  “Keep each other company.  I’ll be back with more soon.”

          Over the next hour, close to a dozen more naked, young women were brought into the room.  Every ten minutes or so, Tiffany would return with a new one, chain her to the wall, and leave for the next.  Some of the girls had been silent, seemingly accepting of what was happening to them.  Others were crying softly, and some were bawling very loudly. 

Each of the girls was very pretty, though in very different ways.  After the initial arrival of the blonde, next had come a short, busty brunette with white, soft-looking skin.  Then there had been another blonde, this one with sandy colored hair and fairer skin.  An Asian woman, both beautiful and slender, had followed.  Then there was the dark, curly-haired woman, who Alexandra assumed was either Spanish or Puerto Rican or something along those lines.  A young black woman was next.  She was proceeded by an innocent-looking redhead, and then a few other blondes and brunettes. 

And now, they were all helplessly chained along the far wall of the room, naked and shivering.  Alexandra’s arms were sore from holding them above her head, and her jaw was in pain from the large gag lodged in her mouth.  She heard the occasional whimper and rustling of chains, and knew the other girls were most likely experiencing the same trouble she was.

After the last of the girls had been brought in, the blonde, handsome man from before had come in.   He now stood alongside Tiffany, his arms crossed, looking up and down the wall as if inspecting merchandise in a store.  All of the girls were now silent. 

“This is all of the new recruits?”  He finally said.

“Yes, sir.”  Tiffany answered promptly.

“Looks like a good bunch; very diverse.  I like it.”  He said, pausing for a few seconds.  “Well, let’s get started.”

Alexandra watched as the man stepped forward.

“Good evening, ladies.  I have already met some of you, albeit briefly.  I believe all of you have already met my kind and compassionate assistant, Tiffany.  She was kind enough to bring you all up here for me.  I would like to get this started as soon as possible, so allow me to introduce myself.  My name is Austin, but you will all refer to me as Master.  I have been lucky enough to be appointed Director of this fine complex, and I can guarantee you all that few people are as enthusiastic about their work as I am. 

          Now, I know how excited all of you are to get started, so I’ll make this brief.  As property of my organization, you are all completely under my control.  You will live, eat, sleep, and breathe at my whim. You will all be forced to do things you do not wish to do.  You will be in pain.  You will be degraded.  You will be humiliated.  We will break you, and turn you into efficient, desirable sex slaves in time. In the event you do not choose to cooperate, you will find yourselves at the mercy of either the lovely Miss Tiffany or myself, either of which you will not want.  If for any reason you somehow anger or annoy me, you will be punished.  I can spank you, beat you starve you, and in certain extreme cases even have you executed.”

          As he spoke, there were terrified whimpers from his audience.  Pleased with himself, he turned to face Tiffany.  “Is the initiation crew ready?”

          Tiffany nodded.  “They’re waiting outside.”

          “Good.  Bring them in.”

          The mistress disappeared through the doors, and returned shortly later with four men. 

          “Gentlemen,” Austin nodded as they entered the room behind the seductive dominatrix.  “The usual treatment.”

          All eyes were on the four men.  The captive girls watched with an ambivalent mixture of curiosity and terror. Each of the men was wearing navy blue uniforms, and two of them entered carrying large utility boxes.  They immediately got to work, quickly and silently. A long, thick hose that had been mounted on the far wall was taken and stretched out across the floor.  One of the men twisted a large, red valve and then there was the unmistakable sound of fast-running water. 

          He lifted the hose and looked up and down the long wall of chained girls, as if decided where to begin.  His eyes fell on Alexandra, who was hopelessly bound at the left end of the wall.

          Oh, Jesus, she thought, closing her eyes and preparing herself for the worst.  She could almost feel the man’s eyes running over her naked body.  She went red with embarrassment. 

          With the twist of a hand, the nozzle at the end of the hose was opened. A steady stream of painfully powerful water exploded forth from the hose, hitting Alexandra in her midsection. It felt as if she had been struck in the stomach with a piece of jagged ice.  The water was torturously cold and strong.  She remembered videos she had seen on the news of riots, where police had used massive fire hoses to keep unruly rioters at bay.  But unlike the rioters, she couldn’t run.  She screamed in shock and pain, and writhed, desperately trying to escape the pounding water pressure on her stomach. 

          The man operating the hose ignored the screams of agony.  He aimed the hose higher, splashing the icy water across Alexandra’s chest and shoulders.  He then guided the vicious stream of water downward, back across her stomach, over her crotch and long, enticing legs.  He continued until she was sopping wet.  Once he was satisfied, he began moving the hose to the right, towards the blonde girl next to Alexandra. 

          The blonde girl must have taken the hint that the nearing surge of water was not a pleasant experience.  She, too, began to tug at her restraints and use what slack the handcuffs allowed to move as far away from the water.  But she could only move so far.  Her eyes went wide as the icy stream of water enveloped her.  She too, screamed. 

          Once she was completely soaked, the man moved on to the next girl, and the next, and the next.  They all screamed.  They all tried to avoid the inevitable pain.  

          The unfolding scene was much to the enjoyment of Austin and Tiffany.  If only, they bought thought, the girls knew what else was in store for them.

          When the cruel shower was complete, the hose was turned off and returned to the wall.  The girls were all shaking now, and judging by the erect stance of their nipples, were quite cold.  The three other men came forward, and again, started their next treatment on Alexandra.  Two of the strong men held her firmly in place, while the third, armed with a can of shaving cream and a razor, proceeded to shave her of all and any pubic hair.  She squeezed her eyes shut in shame, and unable to hold them back anymore, tears began to run down her already wet cheeks.

          The three men finished, moved on to the blonde, and continued down the line of girls until they had shaved each and every one.  Some of the unwilling captives had put up a fight, but there will to resist was quickly flattened when the men threatened them with cattle prods. 

           However, not even the prospect of being violently and painfully electrocuted had been enough to sway the Puerto Rican girl.  Alexandra had watched as the feisty Latino had successfully managed to heat-butt one of the men holding her down.  The other two had sprung forward, jabbing her with the cattle prods until she was barely conscious.  The Puerto Rican girl had been unchained, and her limp body dragged from the room.  Alexandra briefly wondered what the defiant girl’s fate would be.

          She had been so focused on the commotion of the girl being dragged from the room that she had paid no attention to a second set of men in white coats that had approached her.  Strong hands grabbed her, and she felt the swab on her arm.  She heaved as she looked at the men and saw one was holding a needle.  Muffled screams poured from her tightly stretched lips.  And then she felt the needle prick her arm.

 

CHAPTER SIX

 

She woke up on her back in a warm bed, cozily snuggled under the soft sheets.  She blinked, and saw a blurry feminine figure standing over her.

          “Take it easy, sweetheart.”  The calm, caring voice of a woman came from the figure standing over her.  Alexandra felt a warm, soft hand on her forehead.  “Everything’s okay.”

          Alexandra turned her head towards the voice.  Bright fluorescent lights dazzled her eyes.  She squeezed them hard and opened them.  A young woman was sitting on the edge of the bed Alexandra had been sleeping in.  It was the blonde girl, the one who had been chained to the wall next to Alexandra earlier.  The blonde looked like she had just woken up as well; her hair was a mess, and her soft blue eyes looked tired.  Regardless, the blonde girl was still incredibly beautiful. 

“You were out for a long time.”  The blonde said warmly.  The girl smiled, though Alexandra could still see the sadness in her eyes.  “I’m Megan.  I guess we’re cellmates.”

Alexandra sat up in bed, holding the warm sheets over her bare chest.  She saw the blonde, Megan, was still completely nude, save for a leather collar around her neck.

“Your name must be Alexandra.”  Megan said.

“What?  How’d you know?” 

Megan casually gestured to her own neck, running her fingers over the tight leather collar.  Alexandra did the same, and found a snug-fitting strap of leather had been secured around her throat.  A small, quarter-sized tag was attached to the collar.  It jingled when Alexandra touched it.

“It has your name on it.”  Megan said.  “I wouldn’t waste time trying to get it off- it seems to be locked in place.  I think they must have put them on us after they gave us the sedative injections.”

Alexandra tried pulling the leather collar off, but it seemed helpless.  Another wave of hopelessness washed over her.  She was being forced to wear a collar, just like some sort of household pet.

Megan gave her a sympathizing look.  “Are you hungry?  Would you like something to eat?”

“There’s food?”  Alexandra said, suddenly forgetting about the collar.  It had been days since she had eaten.  She was starving.

Megan got up and walked around the side of the bed. Alexandra followed the swaying hips with her eyes, once again admiring the girl’s well-toned ass. 

Alexandra glanced around the room, taking in her new surroundings.  The new jail cell was almost twice as big as the damp, small room she had been kept in before.  There were two twin-sized beds in the spacious cell, effectively arranged in either back corner.  Between the beds was a stainless steel toilet and sink.  Either bed was accompanied by a small metal desk and chair.  On the far wall, inset into the thick concrete wall, was a sturdy looking barred door.  Again, there were no windows.  However, Alexandra was pleasantly surprised to see there was a small television set mounted on the wall.  Everything was clean and functionally arranged.

Megan walked over to the desk by Alexandra’s bed, picked up a plate full of food, and brought it back.  Alexandra’s eyes lit up as her new cellmate put the plate of scrambled eggs, sausage and fruit down in front of her. 

“I already had mine; this one’s for you.  They must have left it here for us while we were still knocked out.  It’s actually not bad.”  Megan said, in her friendly but sad tone. 

Alexandra had already begun to dig in.  The food was surprisingly tasty, and she finished relatively quickly.  When she was done, Megan handed her a glass of orange juice.

“That was good,” Alexandra downed the juice in several large gulps.  She felt nourished, reenergized.  For the first time in several days, she actually felt good.

“So, Alexandra,” Megan sat back down on the edge of the bed.  “Tell me about yourself.”

 

CHAPTER SEVEN

 

Amber Suarez had never been the type of girl to be scared.  She had always been the bravest.  She had always been the toughest.  Growing up in a poor urban city overrun by gangs made you strong.  Being the most attractive woman on the block, surrounded by convicted felons and thugs made you even stronger.

          Amber possessed a rare, exotic beauty that few women had.  She was full-blood Puerto Rican, and she sported dark, curly hair that fell to just below her shoulders.  She had deep, dazzling brown eyes, and lightly tanned skin.  Her body was a series of enticing curves, heavily complimented by her usual short skirts and low-cut shirts.   She knew she was beautiful, and had never hesitated to tease the men around her.  Amber found a certain pleasure in rejecting the men that threw themselves at her.  If the guy was good-looking enough, and had enough money, sometimes she would keep him around for a bit- get what she wanted, and then leave him a little less richer.  It was a cruel game, and she knew it.  She had been called every name under the sun- bitch, whore, the list went on.  Men had threatened to beat her, to rape her, to kill her, but she had always laughed in their faces.  She had never been scared.

          But now, she was terrified.  Several nights ago, she had noticed several men dressed in all black following her home from the club.  It had been late, and the only people out had been drug dealers and prostitutes.  Nobody had bothered to help her in her violent struggle against her captors.  They had sat there and fucking watched as the masked men had bound and gagged her and tossed her in the back of a van. 

          Amber had kidnapped, plain and simple. She was thrown in a dark, cramped jail cell and stripped of her clothes.  They had chained her to a wall, along with the dozen other girls, sprayed her with cold water, and then tried to shave her pussy.  Who the fuck did these perverts think they were, she had thought?  Impulsively, she had slammed her head into one of the men who was holding her down.  The blow had probably broken his nose. After the girl was subdued, someone had hit her in the back of the head, knocking her unconscious. 

          Some time later she had woken up in complete darkness.  It had taken her several minutes to realize a piece of cloth was wrapped snug around her eyes, blindfolding her.  The room was silent.  When she had tried to get up, Amber had become fully aware of her predicament.  She was bent over at the waist.  Cold, metal shackles secured her wrists and ankles, keeping her from moving.  She could feel cold air along the backs of her legs and her buttocks; a spine-tingling reminder of just how exposed and vulnerable she was.

          There came the startling sound of a door opening, followed by a pair of unrushed footsteps.  Amber raised her heavy, aching head and listened.  Someone was coming near her.  The footsteps stopped abruptly, not more than what could have been three feet away from her face.

          “Hello, Amber.”  The voice was calm and masculine.  She recognized it.  It was the man from earlier, the Director, he had called himself. “You’ve been a very bad girl.”

          Amber swallowed back the sense of growing dread.  These people wanted her to be scared.  They wanted her terrified.  She wouldn’t- couldn’t- give them that satisfaction.  No matter what it took, she would not give into these sadistic bastards.  Not now, not ever.

          “Fuck you, you pervert.”  She did her best to sound brave, to sound calm.  “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but your messing with the wrong girl.  You best fucking let me go.”

          “Oh, I think we’ll keep you around for a while.  Someone paid good money to have you brought here, Miss Suarez.  You wouldn’t want to disappoint them now, would you?”

          This caught her off guard.  “What?  What the hell you talking about?”

          “It seems your constant teasing and spending issues have finally caught up with you.  I won’t reveal any names, but someone with enough money thought you were in need of some discipline.  And after hearing some of the elegant vocabulary coming out of your mouth, I can’t help but agree.”

          Amber’s mind raced. There were at least six different men who she had crushed in the past six months; any of them could have wanted revenge. 

          “You- you can’t do this.”  She stuttered. 

          “Oh, but I can.”

She could hear footsteps again.  The man had resumed walking, and was going in slow, observant circles around her.

“I hope you’re satisfied.”  The man said calmly, changing topics.  “Your little stunt during initiation is going to cause you a lot of pain.  I intend to make an example of you, Miss Suarez.  To show the other girls how I deal with disobedience.”

“I don’t obey no one, prick.  You don’t own me.”

“I think you’ll change your mind shortly.  Oh, Miss Suarez, what a fine, delicate ass you have.”  The voice came from behind her now, and Amber felt warm hands running across her toned buttocks.  She shivered, once again thinking just how crudely displayed she must be. 

“I always appreciate a nice ass.”  The Director said, as casually as if he were discussing his favorite movie.  “I find it especially effective to punish a girl on this part of her body.  The possibilities are almost endless.”

Amber felt herself begin to tremble.  No, no, no.  Keep it together, she thought.  Be strong. 

“Unfortunately, I’m pressed for time, and as much as I would like to get creative, I’m afraid I’ll have to stick to the usual methods of punishment.  Don’t you worry your cute little behind, though; I guarantee it will still hurt.”

          Under the blindfold, Amber blinked at her watering eyes.

          “I have brought with me a special type of lotion.  When applied, this lotion makes the nerve endings especially sensitive to touch.”  There was the sound of a bottle opening.  “It is intended to make the body extra sensitive to pleasure.  But, as you can imagine, it also makes the body very susceptible to pain.”

          Amber felt the man place two warm, lotion-covered hands on either of her soft butt cheeks.   The hands began to caress her backside gently, kneading the soft flesh, and working the lotion into her skin. 

          “Get your dirty hands off me,” She stuttered, but she could no longer hold back the shakiness in her voice.

          The Director ignored the statement, and continued to work, rubbing his hands down the back of the girl’s slender thighs. The erotic lotion began to take effect; Amber could feel a gradual spread of warmth on her ass and upper thighs.  Combined with the gentle rubbing of the man’s hands, the sensation was actually quite pleasurable.  For a moment, her mind swayed from its concentration on the impending punishment and directed itself to the man standing behind her.  He worked with experienced precision, caressing and rubbing in all the right places.

          And then the hands were gone. 

          In their place was something very different: what felt like a thin rod had been pressed across her butt, and pushed up against her soft skin.   And even before the rod had been swung back, before it had made the swift hissing sound through the air as it rose and fell, Amber had known what was coming. 

          She yelped as the thin rod was brought down across her ass.  The sharp impact sent a wave of blinding white pain through her body.  The sting was unbearable, and it left a nasty aftertaste that lasted several more seconds. 

Again, the rod was brought down across both cheeks, and Amber felt like her ass was on fire.   It hurt so much!  The stinging, the burning!  She tugged at her restraints, desperately trying to get her backside out of the cane’s cruel reach.  But there was no escape; over and over, the rod cut into her sensitive cheeks.  Amber began to wail, spewing curses out left and right. 

Thwap!  She howled, her labored voice condemning her tormentor to hell.

Thwap!  This time, the cane found its mark on her delicate thighs, turning the white skin to an angry red.

Thwap!  Thwap!  Two expertly placed impacts, one immediately after the other, in the same place.  Amber screamed, beginning to feel her voice go hoarse. 

She couldn’t take it anymore.  She just couldn’t.  The whipping of her rear end was just too much to bear.  It hurt too much- like nothing she had ever felt before.

But no, she couldn’t give in.  She couldn’t. 

Three more smacks across her ass.  She tore at her restraints, and more vulgar words poured from her mouth.

Another blow, across her lower cheeks, caught the barely exposed lips of her pussy.  Amber screamed over and over, wondering if she would pass out from the pain. 

Finally, she gave in.

“Please,” She choked out in between sobs.  “Please, stop, stop, oh god, please, I can’t take it anymore.” 

 Thwap!  Thwap! 

 “No!  No, please!”  The blindfold was soaked in desperate tears.   “No more.”

Her only reply was another thwack across the ass.  Again and again, the Director rained down blows of tormenting pain.  Struggling was futile; the girl could do nothing but lie and accept the brutal whipping.  Minutes that seemed like hours slowly passed, with Amber begging and pleading, apologizing for her display of defiance and promising that it would never happen again.

          “You’re absolutely right.”  The man had said, stopping momentarily.  “Because if it does, you can bet that what comes your way will be twice as worse.”

          Two more sharp, painful whips across the ass ended the cruel punishment.  Amber lay panting.  Her face was red and covered in tears.  She winced as the man placed both hands back down on her butt.  Even the gentlest touch stung like hell.

          “Have you learned your lesson?”

          Amber quietly sobbed.  When she failed to respond, the Director smacked her across the ass with his bare hand. 

          “I asked you a question.”

          “Yes…Yes…I’ve learned my lesson.” She writhed, her ass burning again.  “Please…no more.”

          “Please, no more, what?” 

          “Please, no more, sir.”  She said reluctantly, quietly.

          “Good girl.” He said as he playfully squeezed her sore tush.  “I look forward to enjoying your company again.”

         

 

Alexandra paced back and forth in the cell, curiously investigating her and Megan’s new place of captivity.  To her surprise, the spacious two-bedroom prison cell was comfortably furnished.  It was still no luxurious hotel room, but was a vast improvement over the bleak chamber she had been locked in the night before. 

          The beds, despite their less than appealing appearance, were quite comfy.  A set of toothbrushes and other personal hygiene products were by the sink.  In one corner of the room, a small television set was mounted high on the wall, but it wouldn’t turn on.  There was a stack of popular women’s magazines by the door, all of which were recent.  Bottles of make-up and hair products were located on each desk, with a conveniently placed mirror hanging above. 

          Despite the minor amenities, the room was still very much a jail cell.   The plain, grey walls, lack of windows, fluorescent lighting and the sturdy, barred door all sent shivers down Alexandra’s spine.  Not to mention the lack of privacy- the toilet was in between the two beds, and in plain sight of the door, with not so much as a privacy curtain to preserve one’s dignity.

          Not that she would have that much longer, Alexandra thought absent mindedly, running her hand over the snug leather collar. 

          Her and Megan had spent some time chatting, getting to know one another.  Alexandra had painfully recounted the events of the night she was captured, and Megan had done the same. Megan, as it turned out, had been a prominent college student with a promising future.   All she remembered was being out partying with a group of friends, walking back to her dorm, and being approached by a group of men in suits.  They had tried to grab her, but two of Megan’s male friends had tried to intervene.  She remembered hearing screams, and gunshots, and then she had been stuffed into the trunk of a car. 

          Together, Megan and Alexandra had held each other and cried, offering what support they could.

          From somewhere in the distance, deep in the bowels of the facility, they could hear the systematic cracking of what sounded like a whip- followed by the shrill screams of a female in pain.  The sound had eventually stopped, and the pretty Puerto Rican girl- the one who had kicked the guard in the face- had been dragged weakly past their cell and into the darkness. 

          Not long after, the scantily clad dominatrix had come down the hallway, accompanied by two more guards.   A wave of anxiety overcame Alex as she saw the approaching woman’s sadistic grin.  There was the jangling of keys, and the heavy door flung open, and already Megan and Alexandra were backing against the far wall of the room.

          “Good morning, ladies!”  Tiffany was still grinning.  “You two look so scared!  I don’t understand.  You didn’t have fun last night?  That’s okay; we have plenty more fun in store for you today.   If you would both be as kind as to follow me,”

          Neither girl budged.

          Casually, Tiffany reached for the thick leather loop attached to her black belt.  Deliberately slow, she unwound the menacing bullwhip.  “Ladies, I insist.”

          Alexandra looked over at Megan, who returned the frightened glance. 

          There was a flash and the loud crack of leather on skin.  Before she knew what hit her, Alexandra was leaning forward, gasping for air, both arms clasped across her stinging breasts.  She looked up and saw the two black, knee-high pumps coming towards her.  Tiffany was now standing imposingly over her, hands on her hips, eyes downcast on the cowering girl.

          “Unless you want to eat more pussy, I suggest you cooperate.” Alexandra blushed at the sudden reminder of the cruel taunting from the night before.  “Do you want to eat more pussy, slut?”

          “No, no.  Please.” 

          “Please, what?”

          “Please, ma’am.”

          Tiffany bent down and grasped the girl by the collar, bringing her to her feet.  One of the guards stepped forward, and secured Alexandra in handcuffs.  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the same being done to Megan. 

          Together, the girls were hustled out of the cell and led by Tiffany to a black steel door at the end of a long hallway.  Across the ominous door, the words “Enema Cleansing” were stenciled in red.  Both girls whimpered pitifully as the door grew closer and closer, imaging the terrible things taking place behind the door.

          Tiffany turned, smiled, and turned the handle.  “This is going to be a blast.”

         

For the most part, the room was dark.  The only lights were strategically located above the various sinister looking pieces of equipment that occupied the room, casting sharp and angular shadows across the cold, cement floor.  Towards the middle of the room was a large, stainless steel table- always twenty feet long and eight feed wide.  Two girls Alexandra recognized from the night before, the redhead and one of the brunettes, were strapped to the table, facedown and spread-eagled.  Next to each girl was an IV stand fitted with a fat, red rubber bag.  A thin, white rubber hose ran down from each rubber bag, disappearing between the clenching butt cheeks of the two restrained girls.  Both of the girls were twisting uncomfortably, pulling vainly at their restraints.  The redhead, who was moaning loudly into her gag, was tugging furiously at the leather straps around her wrists.  She began to frantically scream, her words muffled and almost incomprehensible.  After several times, Alexandra began to understand what the girl was saying:

          “I have to go.”

          A man in a white lab coat and khakis approached the struggling redhead, examined the red rubber bag and smiled.

          “Still half the bag to go.  Better suck it up, bitch.”  The doctor figure said dispassionately.  The redhead began to scream again, and was met with a sharp smack on her upturned behind, and a stern warning: “Stay quiet.”

            Alexandra looked to her left, where she heard more moaning.  A tired-looking dark haired girl was bent over, her wrists and neck secured tightly in a metal frame that was cemented into the floor.  It reminded Alexandra of the stockades.  Alexandra could see the white rubber hose protruding from behind the dark haired girl, and the silhouette of the IV stand in the background. 

          “Any of these little whores giving you any trouble?” Tiffany said, taking several steps into the cavernous chamber. 

          “Just one,” The doctor in the white lab coat said, meeting Tiffany in the middle of the room.  He pointed to the right, where a black girl was tied standing up, facing the wall.  Her arms were attached to a chain in the ceiling, and were pulled high behind her back, forcing her to bend over.  Buried between the black girl’s two dark, perfectly rounded cheeks was the tip of a green rubber butt plug.  Alexandra could see the girl’s skin was damp with sweat, and she kept moving her shackled ankles back and forth anxiously.  “She had a real problem with a nozzle being shoved up her ass.”

           “Some of them do,” Tiffany said.

          “Yeah, but this one put up a real fight.” The doctor walked over to where the black girl was tied.  “Just to teach her a lesson, I filled her up with a special mixture of mine and plugged that rear end of hers up real nice.  I figure I’ll make her hold it in for the next few hours or so.  Should drive her crazy.”

          “Your special mixtures often do that.”  Tiffany smiled.  “I recall having a couple of those.”

          “Seems like just yesterday, huh?”  The doctor said. He turned to face a terrified Megan and Alexandra.  He eyed them up and down and grinned.  “These two look real nice, Tiff.  They need the usual?”

          “Yes.  Watch out for this one, though.”  Tiffany said, grabbing Alexandra by the back of the hair and pulling her head back.  “She’s a bit feisty.  Do me a favor, and make it hurt.”

          Alexandra whimpered.  “I’ll be good, I promise.”

          Her pleas for mercy were ignored.  The doctor smiled politely.  “Few things bring a girl around like a good enema.”

 

Alexandra’s mind raced frantically.  Why her?  What had she done to earn the resentment of the cruel dominatrix? Why did Tiffany want to hurt her so bad?

          “Come here, my beautiful.”  The doctor ushered her forward with the wave of a hand.  Alexandra fought the urge to turn and run, remembering the painful crack of the whip.  Yet instinctively, almost subconsciously, she began to take steps backward.

          “You can’t leave yet,” The doctor gave a sinister smile.  “We have something very special planned for you.  You wouldn’t want to miss it, would you?”

          A pair of strong arms- one of the guards- grabbed her from behind, clutching her shoulders and forcing her forward.  She tried to turn and escape, but her captor’s arms might as well have been made of steel.  To her left, she saw Megan being led towards the center table in the room. 

          Megan was ordered to crawl up onto the table and lie face down next to the two girls.  She reluctantly did so, and Alexandra watched in fear as the guards tied her in place.  The doctor stood off to the side, supervising the ordeal.  The two other girls, the red head and the blonde, were still whining softly.  The guards spread Megan’s legs apart, securing her ankles to leather straps at one end of the table, leaving her ass completely vulnerable.  Then the pretty blonde’s wrists were tied down, and a gag was shoved rather brutally into her mouth.  The guards were finished; and Megan sunk her blonde head into her arms in shame, awaiting the inevitable.

          Satisfied, the doctor turned to the guard holding Alexandra firmly in place.  “Take her to the Ex.  But don’t gag her- I want to hear this one beg.”

          What the hell was the ‘Ex’? Alexandra was on the verge of panic.  What horrid torture device did they have in store for her?  She was pushed forward.  The strong arms guided her past the large stainless steel table, past the writhing girls who were strapped to it’s surface, and past the tied black girl who was anxiously hopping from one foot to the other.

          She was led deeper and deeper into the nightmarish room, past countless instruments of torture and rows of cramped cages. And then she saw the ‘Ex’, and knew exactly what it was, and how it had gotten its name.  Standing against the room’s far wall was a large, padded wooden frame in the shape of an X.  In the glaring light above the imposing structure, she could see the glint of metal cuffs hanging from each of the four protruding arms.  

          “No!”  Alexandra tried to twist out of the arms of her captor, but it was useless.  She was shoved up against the padded frame, and, much to her frustration, the guard was easily able to overpower her.  Each slender, tan arm and leg was secured to a separate part of the X frame.  She felt the cold air on her back and thighs, and knew her entire backside was completely vulnerable; they could do whatever they wanted to her, and she would not be able to do a damn thing about it.

          A tall IV stand was wheeled over next to the X frame, and Alexandra watched in dread as the doctor reached up and hung a fat, dripping red rubber bag from a hook on the stand.  It was not until she saw the nozzle that Alexandra actually began to struggle, tugging at the chains holding her wrists and twisting her head from side to side, tossing around the beautiful head of brown, wavy hair.  But the frame was bolted to the wall, and wouldn’t as much as budge. 

          The doctor, obviously enjoying the mental torment his preparations was having, put on a pair of latex rubber gloves.

          “What’s the matter, gorgeous?  Never had anything up there before?”

          Alexandra didn’t answer.  No, she had never tried such a vile thing as anal sex.  Before she had been captured, sex had always been on her terms.  She had always called the shots in bed, and had never allowed any man to even get near her back door.  That was all about to change.

          The doctor knelt behind the tied girl.  Alexandra shuddered, feeling the cold, rubber-clad hands groping her rear.  The doctor gave her a playful spank, and unceremoniously spread her helpless cheeks.

          Alexandra felt her face go red hot with shame.

          The doctor pressed one wet, lubricated finger against her asshole, and Alexandra could feel the lubricant being spread all around her most sacred orifice.

          And then the finger was gone.  Alexandra struggled to see over her shoulder, but she could see nothing below her waist.  Her knees were shaking now, and she was almost sick with apprehension.

          But then she felt the round, plastic head of the nozzle pressed against her asshole, poised to enter.  Instinctively, she clenched her cheeks, trying to defend herself from the unwelcome intruder.  But the tightening of her muscles did nothing to protect her.  The doctor slowly, deliberately, pushed the nozzle deep into her ass.

          Alexandra squealed, biting her lower lip at the sudden anal intrusion.  The pear-shaped nozzle had entered easily, despite her tightness, and though it hadn’t appeared very large when Alexandra had seen it, it certainly felt very big inside her- very uncomfortable.

          Behind her, the doctor stood and reached for the red rubbed bag, preparing to release the valve.

          “No,” Alexandra moaned. “Please, don’t open it.  I’m begging you.  I’ll do anything.  It hurts.”

          “You don’t know hurt yet, sweetheart.”  The doctor replied, and twisted the valve.

          There was a sudden burst of warmth inside her.  The water flowed into her ass, and Alexandra moaned softly.  It was a strange sensation, and at first, not necessarily bad.  But as the warm water continued to fill her, Alexandra began to feel increasingly uncomfortable.

          She began to writhe, wiggling her cute tush back and forth.        

          From behind her, she heard the cool, calm voice of Tiffany conversing with the doctor.

          “What did you give her?”  The dominatrix asked.

          “A mixture of mine that even some of the more experienced girls can’t handle.”  The doctor said casually.  “Causes severe cramping.  She’ll start feeling the effects any minute now, if she hasn’t already.”

          Inside her, the pressure continued to grow.  Alexandra felt more and more like she had to go to the bathroom.  The feeling was becoming more urgent, and then a blindingly painful cramp shot through her stomach.  If not for the restraints, Alexandra would have doubled over and been on the floor.  She groaned loudly, wishing she could move her arms enough to rub her suffering tummy.

          The cramp was followed by a wave of sequels, each increasingly more painful than the last.  Alexandra felt very full.  Never before had she thought she had to use the restroom more than she did now.  Her entire body began to tremble, and sweat ran down her tanned back. 

          “No more,” She moaned.  “I can’t take any more.  I’ll explode.” 

          There was another series of cramps.  Alexandra threw her head back, wishing for anything to stop the intense pain.  Her soft, enticing buttocks clenched and unclenched spastically, testament to her growing struggle.  More cramps.  More pain.

          “Make it stop.”  She begged, her eyes welling with tears.  “It hurts, it hurts so much.”

          “She’s hurting, alright.”  The doctor mumbled.

          “Not enough.”  Tiffany said.

          There was the sharp crack of the whip, and Alexandra let out a scream of surprise and pain.  The leather strap had hit directly across her ass, leaving a stinging burn. 

          “No!”  Alexandra looked over her shoulder, and saw Tiffany standing some four feet away, leather bullwhip in hand.  “Please, please, no more!”

          Tiffany swung back again, and there was a loud snap as the whip cracked across Alexandra’s upper thighs.  Her entire body quivered; her ass shook, her arms and legs tore at their restraints.

          Alexandra was wailing; the torturous enema had been almost completely overwhelming, but now a whipping, at the same time?  She couldn’t bare the pain.  The whip snapped again, the white pain shooting through her ass again.  Tiffany, working with much experience, was careful to not hit the white hose that was aiding her in her torture. 

          Again and again, the whip brought terrible pain.  No, stop.  Stop, stop, stop- anything but this!  She would do anything!  The pain was just too much!  Another series of horrible cramps hit the same time as the whip.  Anything to stop the pain, she prayed, wishing she were somewhere- anywhere- other than her current position.

          Inside and out, her ass felt as it were on fire.  The enema water flooding her bowels continued to bring on intense sets of cramps.  The whip rained down blow after blow, leaving its sharp sting up and down her thighs and rear. 

          Alexandra screamed and begged the whole way through, pleading the dominatrix to cease the brutal beating and begging for release.  Tiffany had just laughed, until the doctor had intervened.

          “Perhaps it is best if you stop, Tiffany.  We wouldn’t want her to pass out.” 

          If only she had been so lucky as to go unconscious, Alexandra thought. 

          Reluctantly, Tiffany lowered the whip; wrapping it back up and placing it back on her belt.  The doctor checked the red rubber bag and saw that it was empty, the entirety of its contents having drained into Alexandra’s thirsty ass.

          “She’s full.”  The doctor commented.  He looked over at the quietly weeping girl tied to the wooden X, and then over to Tiffany.  “What else do you want done with her?”

          “Plug her up.  Make her hold it in.”

          “No.”  Alexandra groaned weakly.

          She saw the doctor move back behind her, and the gloved hands prodding the soft flesh of her rear end. 

          “Alexandra, I’m going to remove the nozzle now.  You will feel a powerful urge to release yourself, but if you do, you’ll find yourself holding in another enema for much, much longer.  Do you understand?”

          Alexandra nodded tiredly, and with a pop the nozzle was pulled from her ass. 

          “Oh god,” Alexandra moaned, clenching her buttocks together as hard as she could.  Her face tensed with concentration.  “I can’t hold it.  Please, let me go.  Let me go.  I can’t hold it in.  It’s going to come out!  Oh, god!” 

          Suddenly, a thick butt plug was shoved into her ass, one much larger than the nozzle had been.  She yelped in surprise.  She still felt like she had to go to the bathroom, but with the plug stuck up her ass, she knew the water wasn’t going anywhere.  That concept was reinforced when another wave of painful cramps struck.

          “I’m going to be sick,” She muttered. “Please let me go.”

          “I’m not done making you suffer yet, slut.”  Tiffany said coldly.  “Guards, get her down from there.”

          Two of the guards approached her, and undid the chains binding her ankles and wrists.  Exhausted, Alexandra fell backward into the arms of one of the guards, who lifted her roughly to her feet.

          “Stand.” Tiffany ordered.

          Alexandra willed herself to stand up straight, though the never-ending cramps made her want to double over.

          “Walk towards the table.” 

          Legs shaking, insides curdling, Alexandra took a few difficult steps in the direction of the table.  The enema water made it hard to walk, and the butt plug buried between her cheeks made it even harder. 

          “Faster!  Don’t make me get out my whip, again.”

          Alexandra shuttered at the thought, and took several weak steps forward.

          “I’m going to burst,” She said, buckling from another cramp.  She fell to her knees, moaning loudly.  Tiffany approached her, and dragged the suffering girl another ten feet, stopping just before the stainless steel table in the room’s center.

          “On your hands and knees, slut.”  Tiffany ordered.

          Alexandra complied, and found that the new position allowed at least a slight amount of relief to her aching stomach.  Oh, how she needed to relieve herself!  The pressure inside her was overwhelming.  Her arms and knees continued to shake. 

          “Do you want to us to let you relieve yourself?”  Tiffany asked.

          Alexandra moved her head up and down.  “Yes…yes, please.”

          “Beg for it.  Beg like the whore you are.”

          Tears began to roll down her cheeks.  “Please, I’m begging you, let me go.  Let me use the bathroom.  I’ll do anything.”

          “Anything?”

          “Anything!”  The word came out as a scream, testament to a new set of cramps. 

          “Tell me you’re a slut.  Tell me you’re a whore.”

          Alexandra hesitated, shaking her head, squeezing her eyes shut.  Had it really come down to this?  Is this what she had reduced to?  She had tried to promise herself she wouldn’t give these people what they wanted, no matter what they did to her.  She had told herself she would be strong.  But what could she do?  Her options were limited- who knows how long the painful enema would be kept plugged inside her if she didn’t cooperate?  If she gave that cold-hearted bitch what she wanted, than perhaps relief was right around the corner.  Or was it another one of Tiffany’s cruel games?  That evil bitch, Alexandra thought.  God, she had to go!  Her elbows were shaking, and Alexandra thought they might give out on her.  She felt sick at her stomach.  She had to go. 

          “I’m…” Alexandra felt every ounce of self-respect she had quickly melting away.  “I’m a slut.  A slut and a whore.”

          “Tell me whore, have you learned your lesson?”

          “But…but I didn’t even do anything.”  Alexandra choked.

          “Give her another twenty minutes.”  Tiffany said to the doctor.

          “No!  No!  I’ve learned my lesson!  I’ll be a good girl, a good slut, a good whore!  Please, please, don’t do this!”

          “That’s what I like to hear.”  Tiffany said, kneeling down beside the girl.  “I’m going to remove the plug now.  But not a drop gets out until I give you permission.  Understand?”

          Alexandra nodded.  She winced as the wide plug was removed from her ass.  For a brief second, she thought the entire contents of her poor bowels was going to spill out across the floor.  It took every bit of concentrated energy she had to keep her butt clenched.

          Tiffany stood, smiling her devilish grin.  “Okay.  Let it all out, sweetheart.”

          Alexandra was astonished.  “Here?  Where’s the toilet?”

          “Your standing on it.”  Tiffany said.

 In a moment of dreadful realization, Alexandra looked down and saw the several small, grated openings in the floor.  Drains.

“But…but….”

“You wouldn’t want to disappoint your audience, would you?   Go ahead and show your friend what she has to look forward to.”  Tiffany said, gesturing to the three tied girls across the table.  Alexandra looked over and saw their wide, terrified eyes- especially Megan, who was wearing a rather profound expression of horror and sympathy. 

“I can’t…  Everyone is watching.”  More cramps.  They became even more intense, the urge to release herself doubling without the butt plug to secure the water in.  “Oh, God…I can’t hold it!”

The cramps continued, and Alexandra let out a scream of mixed frustration and pain.  This was it.

“Better stand back.”  Tiffany said, doing just that.

Alexandra let out another loud moan, and a second later the bulk of the water came gushing out of her, spilling out across the cold floor and draining into the grated holes in the floor.  Several smaller, less intense eruptions followed until the tortured girl’s bowels were completely void of the enema.  She lay there on her hands and knees, her thighs and calves covered in the water from her ass, heaving in relief. 

Tiffany smirked as Alexandra hung her head in shame, overcome with humiliation.   She looked over to the other girls strapped to the table, and saw the look of utter disgust and fear in their eyes. 

“Take her to the showers.  Get her cleaned up.”  Tiffany said dismissively.  The guards stepped forward, lifting the girl from the wet puddle and carrying her from the room.

Tiffany watched them leave.

“I can always rely on you to take away any sense of pride in these girls, Doctor.”  She said.

“Glad to be of service, Tiff.  But it’s you who works the real magic.  I think it’s safe to say she’s one broken bitch.”

Tiffany turned her attention to Megan, who was still chained and gagged against the cold surface of the table.  She took a moment to admire her next victim’s pleasant body, and then spoke slowly.  “It’s your turn, my dear.”