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Her mind tries to comprehend the scene before her as she looks around the dungeon-like, windowless room that she is in .The room appears to be about twenty feet wide by twenty feet long with a low eight foot ceiling. The bright lights overhead contrast and highlight the dark gray bricks lining the walls as well as the floor of dark marble. The only opening is a very solid looking metal door with what appears to be four very solid locks. There is also a keypad of some sort mounted on the wall to the left of the door's knob. As if the room itself were not intimidating enough, Liz's view of the room's occupants has her straining against her restraints and desperately trying to get loose from their unforgiving hold on her. Looking to her right and left, she sees two women, both totally naked and secured in the same restraints she herself is in.
The woman on her left, Liz notes, is a fairly tall, full-bodied woman, with a mane of shoulder-length honey blonde hair. She has very large breasts, which appear to be quite firm as they stand out from a very well conditioned, flat abdomen. There is no hint of sag to them. Also taking notice of the woman's firm, well-toned legs, Liz thinks to herself, "She must teach aerobics with that body!"
The Brunette woman on the right is a real contrast to the Honey Blonde as this woman is at least six feet tall, with very long legs and arms. Liz notes how thin this woman is as the tension from the restraints has her hipbones and ribs pressing outwards against her pale skin. Her dark, over-sized nipples appear well out of proportion with the size of her lemon-sized breasts. Liz thinks to herself, “My God, she looks like a soccer mom! How did she get here?"
Liz watches in shocked but rapt fascination as several folks continue what she assumes are the preparations she heard reference to earlier. She watches as a woman finishes the most delicate part of shaving the last remnants of the Honey Blonde's pubic hair with what looks like a straight razor. The Honey Blonde is staring upwards at the ceiling with her lovely face registering embarrassment, humiliation, and resignation, as her last shreds of dignity are being removed with the razor's strokes. The Brunette is having her entire body rubbed down in a thick layer of some sort of oil by a man standing behind her. As he applies this oil, Liz notes the Brunette's pale, almost translucent skin flushing to a reddish tone, almost bordering on the red from early sunburn.
A phone on the back wall behind Liz rings and the woman stops her shaving on the Honey Blonde and answers it. Liz hears her say, “Ok, we'll be there in a minute”. As she hangs up, she says to the man applying the oil to the Brunette "They need us downstairs; looks they have one that's not behaving”.
The man wordlessly wipes his hands on a towel, then walks over, and goes through the sequence to unlock the door, entering a code on the keypad. After unlocking the conventional locks, the door swings open, and then the door locks back in place.
Liz asks "What is this place, what are they doing here?” The Honey Blonde turns and says, "You mean you don't know? What did you just arrive here or something?” Liz then relates her trip in the truck with the blindfold and the circumstances of the stranger walking in on her scene preparations. "Well dear, this is no fantasy and no scene" said the Brunette. Then she continued, confirming Liz's suspicions, still the words send a shock through her system, "You are in the hands of a very well-organized network of white slave traders and all three of us will be auctioned off in just a few hours!” Liz absorbs this information for a minute as reality sets in, then she asks "But how did you two wind up here?"
The Honey Blonde begins first, "Well, my husband and I got a divorce
and my job with a big corporation simply didn't allow me much of a social life.
What time I did have for this I devoted to chatting on the Internet and, after
a few months, I started talking to this man who was absolutely captivating
to me .One thing I really found wonderful is that no matter what time of day
or night I came online he was there as if waiting for me.
Pretty soon, he had my home address and the cards, flowers and other gifts
started showing up. Then he sent me a Membership card to a health club, one
of those nationwide chains that I could use at home or while traveling. No
matter which club I went to, I had a personal trainer at each location and
they all had access to my workout plan. Well he kept praising me as I would
do these workouts and the pictures I would send him always brought back comments
about how good I looked and how well I was doing with the workouts. Then he
really sank the hook in when he started talking about me going with him on
a two-week cruise to Hawaii. A few days later, a package arrived with a Cruise
Brochure, along with a bikini that was about two sizes too small for me. He
told me online that as soon as I could fit into that bikini, we would go on
the cruise. So I stepped up my workouts to six per week and told the trainers
what I was trying to do. Finally, the bikini fit me after five weeks of workouts
and a no-carb diet. He told me he could not leave for a few days and invited
me to and stay with him until he could leave. He sent me a plane ticket. I
went to sleep at his place last night and woke up in here." She paused
and sighed, "You know, he kept getting me excited talking about the first
night on the cruise, how he was going to give me an all night fuck...shit,
I guess I'll get that."
The Brunette then says, "With me, it was a bit different but I was also lured in and not as pleasantly. I was married to the Executive Vice President of a very well established commercial bank and while his job paid very well, he was gone all the time at either the office or traveling. I got lonely and bored and started gaining weight; I guess trading food for affection.
"When I got up to 210 pounds, I went on the net and started chatting with other women trying to lose weight as well and several told me about this man that had a very effective program using hypnosis. I got in touch with him via e-mail and soon he and I started these sessions, where he found I was easily hypnotized. Soon he had me going to the health club I belonged to, but had not used in over 2 years. When I would go to this club, it seemed odd but I knew exactly what machines to workout on and for how long. It was almost as if I was programmed for these workouts. After several weeks of this, He convinced me to take my clothes off for him in front of a webcam. It surprised me, but this got me hot and excited, as he was so thrilling with his comments. Soon, I was getting off for him on camera and these orgasms were huge and so intense I really got addicted to them. He then asked me one day if I'd like comments from others and told me about a website where he could post my pictures and the site visitors could leave their comments .Reluctantly, I said yes, but inwardly I was thrilled at the idea. The next day he posted the photos and the comments started pouring in, with some leaving voice messages and others posting written comments. I was coming while I read and listened to these, knowing all these different men were talking about me. As I lost more weight, the comments kept coming in and encouraging me to lose more.
"Pretty soon I was down to 112 pounds and still loving all the attention, but one evening my husband came home early and said nothing when he came in. Instead, he went to the room with the computer, logged on, and then asked me to come back there. There, on the computer, was my part of the site with all my pictures and he was pissed! He then announced it was time for a divorce and that he would see his attorney the following week. I was crushed. Then, when I told the Hypno guy what happened, he was so sympathetic and asked if I'd like to come visit him for a few days and that maybe my husband would cool down by then. Desperate, I told him yes and he sent me a plane ticket and after going to sleep last night at his place, I too I wound up here."
Liz then asks, "But why all the efforts? All the focus on fitness? And who, supposedly, will we be sold to?"
The Honey Blonde replies, "Well, I haven't learned much since I was brought here, but several others like us have told me when they could, that these folks sell to people like buyers for Middle Eastern Harems, then there are these high end prostitution operations, along with some folks that operate several pay-for-pain commercial dungeons. This was scary, as the women that wind up in these can be rented by the hour and taken to various torture rooms. One told me there are also some folks who do custom videos. Apparently, a customer who has lots of money can pretty much order whatever type video he or she wants."
The Brunette adds, "Well, I have been told by several others that there are also buyers, called slave brokers, who represent well-to-do couples looking for a third, and wealthy lesbians looking for a private plaything. Plus they get orders from their clients for a particular type of woman ..." Then just as she is about to continue, the sound of the door being unlocked causes all three women to fall silent, then expecting the man and woman to return, all three woman gasp collectively as the door opens ....
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