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Chapter two
Bill shut the door behind him, satisfied that Clare was coming along as planned. It had been 4 days now since they had collected her from her home, the sleeping pills that had been ground up and put into her orange juice having put her into a deep sleep not long after her head had touched the pillow. Then it was a simple matter of using the copy of her key to enter her house and remove her to the van. They had been watching her for a while, waiting for the opportunity to grab her keys. It had happened one afternoon when she had come in from work. Usually she was very careful and always locked her door before she did anything else, but on this day they had one of the team ring her just as she entered the house. Clare did exactly what they had hoped she would, leaving the door open, dropping her bag on the floor and running to get the phone. While she was on the phone in the next room, he had crept in and made an impression of her door key in a piece of plasticine, allowing a copy of her key to be cut and leaving the future victim with no idea that anyone had even touched her keys.
Once they had cut a key from the plasticine mould, it had been easy to have a team member enter her house the next day, disable the alarm and put the ground up sleeping tablets into her juice. Observations over the last month had shown her habit of drinking at least two glasses of juice each night. The alarm had also been easy, her keyboard being in clear view of one of their telescopic lenses.
Bill entered the common room that the staff used to relax and eat in while off duty or on a break. While they had a girl to train, all six men would stay on site. He could see Joe and Shane watching a football game in the corner, while Phil sat watching the screen of a large TV, on which he could see Clare tied to the bed. The other two guys, Tim and Dave, were sleeping, their shift not due to start until another seven hours.
“Hey Phil, she is coming along well, don’t you think?” Phil was the brain behind the operation and the one who would decide how fast or slow they would bring her along.
“Yeah, She seems to be complying quickly. I think we could start to let her go without the gag, as she has learnt fast not to try to speak while being fed.” Bill had been the one who had had to control her breathing on her first day and he had felt her fear as he cut off her air. He had not been surprised when she had quickly learnt that to speak meant no air for a while.
“I agree, she has learnt far quicker then some of the others. Remember that girl, Mary I think her name was, who tried to speak every time her gag was removed. It took a full two days of not eating before she began to behave.” Bill had worked with Phil for a number of years, watching as he improved not only his methods but his training environment as well. He had seen him train over twenty girls, and he had found that he had learnt a lot from him. Joe came over to the fridge to grab a beer, listening to the conversation between the two guys.
“I think she is doing well also, she still
tries to struggle but seems to know when she is beaten.” Joe liked the fact that though Phil was the
boss, he still welcomed the input of the team.
“Thanks Joe, I think we are all on the same page with this one.
Who is due to go into her next?’ Joe
looked at the chart on the wall and saw that it was him and Shane who were next
due to give Clare here toilet break and wash.
“It is Shane and I. Do you want
to start removing the gag?”
Phil liked that fact that all the guys working on Clare were experienced trainers, who had worked with him for at least two years. It meant that he didn’t have to explain his methods and like Joe had just done, they were usually able to pre-empt his actions. “That is what I would like you to try. See how she goes and if you think she has done a good job, leave if off so she can see good behaviour gets a reward.” The men continued to discuss their future plans for Clare, marking the possible times for different changes to happen.
In my room, I was unaware that my life was being planned for me, just trying to find a comfortable spot. I had been left on my stomach, my hands tied behind me and attached to something that held my arms up off my back. My ankles had been tied together and attached to the end of the bed. The usual gag and blindfold were in place. It had not felt too uncomfortable when I had been moved into this position after my last meal, but now it was starting to make my shoulders hurt. I hoped that this would be one of the short sessions and I would be moved again soon. I had noticed that sometimes I was left for what felt like hours and other times it seemed like no time at all.
I tensed as the door opened again. Though I hoped I would be moved, I still got nervous every time I was in the presence of my captors. I felt my arms being lowed and couldn’t help but sigh through my gag as the pressure in my shoulders eased. My legs were then undone and I was brought to my feet, the four hands ensuring I could make no sudden movements. I had expected to be led into the toilet and washed, but found myself being held in place. I began to panic at this change of routine, not knowing what to expect.
When I felt one of the men move his hand up to the back of my head, I flinched and a hand gripped my hair tightly. This made me hold my head still. I held my breath, bracing myself for whatever they were going to do. When I felt the gag being realised, I was confused. All I had had to hold onto over the time I had been held was the routine and now it seemed this was changing. My gag was completely removed, but the hand remained in my hair. I had already learnt that to speak meant lack of air, so I remained silent.
After what felt like ages, my hair was released and I was led to the toilet. The rest of the time went as usual, with me being allowed to use the toilet and then being washed down. I thought that maybe the cloths stayed longer on my pussy and breasts but couldn’t be sure. I had begun to wonder if they would expect me to use my mouth in other ways but the rest of the routine was still the same. By the time I was retied to the bed, this time on my back again in a spread eagle position, but still with no gag, I knew that they were testing me.
The door slammed again and I lay wondering what to do. I could now scream at the top of my lungs, but was sure that if I did, not only would the gag go back in, I would be punished too. So I lay quietly and cried, not believing how quickly they had managed to control my actions.
I watched Clare on the screen, seeing her crying but not making any attempt at yelling out. I was pleased that she was not trying to speak, which proved that I was right about her progress. Part of the way I trained his girls, was to keep them on edge. I was just thinking about what her next change would be, when Shane and Joe walked in.
“Well done guys, you handled her very well. Look, she has not even tried to speak, let alone yell out. We will be able to move on with next step sooner then we thought. Do you think I is ready for the box yet?” I thought she was ready, but was eager to hear what two guys thought.
“Yeah Phil, I think I is. Do you want us to go set things up?” “That would be good and I’ll go and get her ready. We’ll met you in the room in, say, ten minutes.” Getting up, I looked forward to being closer to Clare. One of the down sides of being in charge, was that I found he spent a lot of time watching the girl on the screen and not so much time actually with her, at least at the beginning of the training process. I walked down hall, the other two going the other way, and opened the door. Seeing Clare lying on the bed, her eyes still covered, reminded me of why I loved what I did. In my mind, there was nothing sexier than a helpless female, especially one as beautiful as Clare was.
I heard the door open and wondered what it was this time. I didn’t think it had been that long since the two men were with me, but maybe I had dozed off or something. As usual, no one said anything to me, but unusually, I felt a hand rest on my breast and squeeze it. Wondering if the time had come when one of the men would rape me, I held my breath, knowing I could do nothing to stop him anyway. When he just moved his hand up to my lips and then my hair, I relaxed a bit, sensing he had other things on his mind today.
I moved to untie her hands and legs, and sat her up on the side of the bed. I was very pleased that she still had not attempted to speak and knew that the box would be a good test for her. Pulling her to stand, I quickly tied her hands behind her back and led her out of the room.
Expecting him to take me into the only other space I knew, I began to feel very scared when he opened the door and led me out of the room. I tried to stay in one spot, but all he did was to grab the end of the rope that must have been left over from around my wrists and pull it between my legs, causing it to rub against my pussy lips. I just had to moan at the feeling, trying to keep up as he pulled me even faster. By the time he stopped, I was crying again and my pussy was burning.
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