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Lesbian Slave Auction II:
Return to Stonebriar
Chapter 1
The night air was cool and refreshing as Mistress Natasha stared out from an open window, looking out over the courtyard of her compound. This should have been a happy and peaceful time for her; she was at the very top of her profession, a very wealthy and successful woman by any measure, and yet again she had a hard time getting herself to sleep. She was restive by nature, but the larger problem was most certainly her profession. Natasha was the unquestioned leader of an organization that was perhaps one of the most despicable and hated ones ever conceived. She presided over an enterprise that turned innocent and unsuspecting young girls into lesbian slaves for the rich and powerful. The manner in which this was done was both harsh and extremely brutal and one that frankly gave her a great deal of pleasure, in and above the obvious monetary rewards.
She was approaching the age of 40, a time of reflection for many people her age, and now the stress of running such an organization was beginning to wear on her. Natasha was a perfectionist and an absolute stickler for detail and she was smart enough to know that keeping such a pace would be impossible for too much longer. Her position was no different really from that of other high-level executives who had founded successful corporations. The day-to-day responsibilities of running the business simply became too much. She wanted to become more of a chairman-of-the-board type and oversee the long term success of the business while letting someone else become the CEO, who could focus on the more mundane details. Stonebriar would always be her “baby”, she would never give it up, but it was time to scale back, she knew it and so did the other key executives around her.
Therein laid her problem. There were two women that desperately wanted her job, and frankly Natasha wasn’t convinced that either of them was qualified. Ultimately only one woman would get it. In most companies the person that was passed over ended up leaving for another job at another company. Certainly such an option was not possible here. Disgruntled employees were simply not allowed to leave, due to the highly secretive and specialized nature of their work. The few that did manage to depart were never heard from again. Natasha made that perfectly clear to all new employees before they ever started their first day, this would be a lifetime job. That helped to keep turnover extremely low.
Natasha walked over to the desk in her room and glanced at the pictures of the two candidates again, knowing that within the next few months she would have to end her search and pick someone as this distraction was starting to affect everyone at Stonebriar. She managed to climb back into bed at get a few hours of sleep before her alarm went off at 6:30 AM sharp.
Chapter 2
Natasha began the day the same way she did every day, at precisely 7:00 AM, with full status reports from all of her key staff people. Level One was considered the Initiation and Training stage. This is where the girls were first brought in to Stonebriar and subsequently “introduced” to their new permanent surroundings. This was clearly the more difficult of the two levels because of the uncooperative nature of the subjects and the way that needed to be dealt with. But because of this area’s importance to the operation, Natasha felt she needed to have two people in charge. The first was Commandant Teresa, who had been with her for a number of years and was perhaps the most loyal person on her staff, perhaps even a little bit too loyal Natasha thought, as her jockeying for the top spot was becoming all too transparent. The second leader on Level One was a younger woman named Dominique, now officially known as Commandant Dominique after a promotion. Dominique was hired less than two years ago by Natasha and had risen up the ranks fast, too fast in the eyes of many, especially Teresa. It was this age rivalry, the hotshot young upstart vs., the loyal long-time employee that laid the groundwork for the increasingly nasty rivalry between the two women.
The other woman present was the leader of Level Two, Commandant Burke. She was an old friend of Natasha, a magnificent and productive employee who thankfully had no interest in rising any further in the organization.
“O.K.” The Mistress began, facing Teresa, “Where are we today with #472?”
#472 was actually a nineteen-year-old girl named Samantha Jennings, kidnapped only 8 days ago from near her home in Springfield, Massachusetts. She had been assigned a number, like every slave there. The purpose of this was to dehumanize the girls. It was the very first step done to condition them into believing that they were now mere property, not an actual person.
“I think we are close with her Mistress. She started out as a tough girl, but she is quickly weakening. I would expect Madam Hardings to make a visit to her room within the next day or two.”
“Excellent work Commandant, please keep me apprised of all developments.” Teresa beamed and both women now stared over at Dominique.
“OK Dominique, how are you making out with #465?”
This particular slave was a sore spot at Stonebrair and everyone there knew it. #465 was a young woman named Isabella Morcini. She was a stunning 20-year-old brunette from Italy. Initially thought of as a girl with a weak fortitude, she had proven to be much tougher to break then anticipated. Commandant Dominique was struggling with breaking her, much to the delight of her rival.
“I must confess Mistress that this one has proven to be more difficult than I anticipated. Your council would be most appreciated before proceeding any farther with her.”
A diplomatic answer to be sure, Natasha thought to herself. She knew that Dominique was well aware of the pressures that she was under to process this girl quickly and move her down to Level 2, the training stage.
Teresa however was not happy at this obvious and transparent attempt to curry favor with the Mistress.
Every staff member on Level One, especially Dominique and Teresa, were under constant pressure to break the girls quickly and get them to sign the consent form to move to the next phase of their training. Despite the diabolical nature of this enterprise, Natasha ran Stonebriar like a Fortune 500 company. The girls they kidnapped were assets, and these assets were expected to be converted into dollars, the faster the better. Strict processing timetables were kept and they were expected to be met, there were no excuses. Natasha had made it clear to everyone that worked for her; there was only room for two loves in her life, beautiful, obedient, lesbian slave girls and a huge bank account. She would tolerate no one that got in the way of either of those two goals.
“Very well Commandant, please have her taken and prepared in punishment room #4 immediately. I will meet you down there shortly.”
After finishing up some more routine business Natasha concluded by adding: “Ladies, please alert everyone on your respective staffs that there will be a mandatory meeting in the main conference room for all personnel @ 8:00 PM this evening.”
The other three wondered what that was all about but as usual Natasha revealed nothing, leaving her underlings to wonder what was going on in silence. These types of meetings were rare; Natasha preferred to delegate most routine matters to her subordinates. This one must be important.
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