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Chapter 11
Natasha went back to her office and summoned Madam Hardings. Another longtime associate and trusted friend of Natasha, she was a plump woman, in her mid fifties, someone friendly and who always had a smile on her face smile. She could easily have been mistaken for an elementary school teacher anywhere in the country. She seemed out of place working in a facility like this, a place stocked with slim, physically fit, yet expressionless women who were trained to show little emotion around their slaves.
Patricia Hardings was actually the perfect foil at Stonebriar, and Natasha loved her for it. It was her job to play the “good cop” to everyone else’s “bad cop”. It was she who was tasked to attempt to befriend each of the girl’s, to trick them into thinking that they actually had someone on the inside who truly cared about their interests. Ultimately though it was Madam Hardings who had the unpleasant task of telling each of the girls why they were really being held there. It was an unpleasant job really, after all who could enjoy telling a girl that she was essentially being forced into a life of lesbian servitude?
For Patricia though it was effortless, she had done it countless times. It was she who visited each and every girl on Level One every night to try to coax her into surrendering themselves. Their nightmare was as unimaginable as it was inevitable, she told them in as calmly a manner as possible. Yet despite this thankless job she almost always succeeded in one form or another in getting the girls to accept their fate and work with her. Her bedside manner, uncanny ability to listen and relate, and many special treats she offered, had convinced so many girls in giving up their struggles and succumbing. This unique talent had prevented countless torturing sessions and allowed the girls to more quickly transition down to the more serious business on Level Two. The cost saving were immense. There was no doubt that she had paid for her salary many times over. No one at Stonebriar underestimated her value to the organization.
Natasha was concerned about her friend though. She thought that Patricia would eventually get tired of her job and move on to something else, outside of Stonebriar, as she had little interest in being part of any of the more nasty stuff that went on there. But in reality that was not the case; the older she got the more Patricia came to relish her work. It was clear the moment she entered Natasha’s office that she was anxious to meet the two new girls. Natasha of course did not let on that Susan was Dominique’s little sister. “Ok Patty you’re on.”
Madam Hardings got up and proceed to walk to the cells housing Susan and Missy, while Natasha put her feet on her desk and flipped on the closed circuit camera in Susan’s cell. She loved watching Patty do her work.
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Susan and Missy were both sitting in their respective cells. Susan’s blindfold was removed but she was still had her hands cuffed behind her back, as did Missy. Each girl was sitting on their respective cot; unable to even stand up as their slave collars were connected to short steel chains fastened to the walls, the chains being too short to allow them to stand. The girls remained gagged. They had been making eye contact with each other through the bars that separated their cells, but each had grown bored with that as their was not much they could say with their eyes.
The girls could hear a key go into Susan’s cell door, the first activity in what seemed like hours. A matronly older woman entered in a long frilly skirt and oversized blouse. She was carrying a small black bag with her. Without introducing herself she reached behind Susan’s head and undid the ball gag in her mouth and placed it on the cot. “I hate these things.” She said as Susan took a big gulping breath. Next the older woman took a bottle of water and a candy bar out of her bag and put them on the cot next to her. Do you want these she asked?”
“Please!” Susan gasped.
“I thought so. But first you have to promise not to scream or attempt to do anything but listen to me, is that understood.”
“Yes ma’am”
“Good, then I will undo the cuffs as well so you can have these treats.” Madam Hardings looked at Missy; obviously envious at the attention her friend was receiving. “Don’t worry I have some for you too, I will be there in a moment.” She reached behind Susan and unlocked the handcuffs. “I can not do anything about this”, she pointed to the neck chain. “I am sure you understand.” Susan barely paid any attention as she unscrewed the cap on the water and tore into the candy bar, the first nourishment she had had in over 24 hours. Madam Hardings left the cell and repeated the process with Missy before returning to Susan’s cell and sitting down next to her on the cot.
“I know you girls have a lot of questions and I will do everything that I can to answer them. But first I need to put these back on you my dear.” Patricia motioned to the handcuffs. Susan was confused, why was this necessary when she still had the heavy chain connected to her neck collar? For Patricia it just made good sense. What she was about to tell these girls would shock them to their very core, and the first emotion that usually came after that shock would likely be anger, an anger likely to be so intense that it often frightened her even when the slaves were heavily manacled and restrained. Susan was likely a powerful girl, even if she was only 16, and she could do serious and even permanent physical damage to the older woman before the guards could be alerted to pull her off. Once Susan’s hands were locked safely behind her madam Hardings inched in closer, too close for Susan’s liking, but there was nothing she could do about it. She rested her left hand on Susan’ right thigh and took a moment to get a close look at the awesome physical specimen next to her.
Susan was indeed a stunning creature, perfectly put together with breasts unnaturally large and full for a girl so young. Patricia, like many of the others had had her doubts about this during the meeting with Natasha a few nights ago. She wasn’t sure taking a 16 year old was a good idea, but once she got a first hand look at her she knew that Natasha had made the right decision. To pass on a girl this beautiful would have been sinful.
“All right girl’s where do we begin?” She began. Normally her first speech to a new slave would be short and vague, as there was plenty of time in the following nights to tell them everything they needed to know. But Natasha was very clear that she should spend as much time with these two as necessary, to get them as comfortable as humanly possible for the long and difficult road which lay ahead. In addition, this was only the second time that she had to deliver this speech to two girls simultaneously, and that would certainly draw this process out longer then normal.
“I am certain that you have both been told that you are not here by accident.”
The girls both nodded.
“Good, because it is no accident that you are here. Let us first talk about you #473”. She looked at Susan. The befuddled girl stared back. “We will get to the significance of these numbers later. What you need to be aware of my dear, it that you have actually been spied upon, for many months now.”
Susan was shocked and confused. “Wh… wh… why would someone do that?”
“I will tell you my dear, but first I must ask you to speak only when you are addressed otherwise I will have no choice to put this…”, she pointed to the ball gag, “…back in. Is that understood?” She asked in a decidedly firm tone.
Not wanting that horrible thing in her mouth again she muttered a weak “yes ma’am.”
“Thank you. Now there are a number of reasons you have been under surveillance, the most obvious one #473 is that you are a stunningly beautiful girl,” she paused to run her hand further up Susan’s leg. “Girl’s like you are always in demand, people like to have beautiful girls around them, it makes them feel special, and it makes them feel important.
What we do here at Stonebriar, is we help to fill that demand for a special type of client who likes to have beautiful girls at their disposal.”
Missy and Susan kind of looked at her in a confused manner, not sure of where this whole thing was going.
“I guess what I am trying to tell you #473 is that you have been brought here because we feel that you will be a perfect candidate to fulfill the needs of one of our special clients.”
“What the hell are you talking about”? Susan demanded. “How am I going to help ‘fulfill’ some need?”
Madam Hardings again pointed to the ball gag and Susan, still worried, wisely kept her mouth shut.
“This is the hard part my dear, there really is no easy way to tell you this so I am just going to be as honest with you as possible. You have been brought here for one reason and one reason only. You are going to become a sex slave.” Madam Hardings stood up as Susan just sat there on the cot, still not believing what she had just heard. “I know it is hard to contemplate right now, I don’t want you to say anything, either of you”, as she shifted her gaze to an equally overwhelmed Missy.
“What goes on here behind these walls is not pleasant, or simple, or easily understood by the girls that we bring here. I am not going to promise you that you will ever understand it, much less accept it, but I can guarantee both of you that you will surrender to us. There is no other option. Over the next few months we are going to transform both of you girls into special kinds of sex slaves, ones who are completely devoted into serving and pleasuring other women.”
Susan immediately sprung to her feet and attempted to lunge at Madam Hardings. But like a dog that forgets he is on a leash, the steel chain around her neck instantly forced her back down. Missy, who also was not wearing a gag, started to yell through the bars at her, which only caused the guards to come into both girls’ cells. The Madam snapped her fingers and the ball gags were promptly forced back into the girls’ mouths.
Another hand gesture was made and the four guards departed the two cells, as quickly as they arrived. “That’s better, I am sorry we had to do that but it is not important what you two have to say. It is important that you girls listen to me now and listen well. There is absolutely no chance of escape from here. The people here have been doing this a very long time and many many girls have been brought here and none of them have ever escaped, ever! No one has even gotten close. You are 20 feet below ground, you will be locked in you cells at all times, when you are out of your cells you will always be escorted by at least 2 security people and your hands and feet will always be chained. There is a 12 foot high stone wall around the entire perimeter of this compound with motion detectors covering every inch of it. We are in the middle of a dense forest and not a single person lives within 50 miles of here. I tell you this, girls, because I want you to know that there is no possible chance of existing this facility on your terms.. The only way you will ever leave here is by doing exactly what you are told, when you are told to do it. Am I making myself clear?”
Patricia paused for a moment to catch her breath. She wasn’t normally in the habit of detailing the security procedures of the compound but she decided it best to quickly reinforce the helplessness that these two scared young girls must already be feeling right now. It was essential that they completely understand just how alone and defenseless they actually were.
“Just so we are clear, there is no chance of being rescued either. You were taken in Northern Nevada by two expertly trained kidnappers. Two other teams, working with the one that abducted you, quickly disposed of your car in a lake, which will likely never be found. Your cell phones were smashed immediately after you were grabbed; there will be no way to trace your whereabouts that way. You were in the van for 3 hours before being switched to a completely different vehicle for four more hours before the secret journey into this facility. We monitor all police radio traffic in the area and nothing has come across that indicates that you are anywhere near this area, which is now seven hours away from Wells and in a completely different state.” For security reasons, she did not reveal exactly which one, even though they would hardly remember or care when they were done with their training here.
Both of the young women started to cry uncontrollably now as Patricia paused again to let these cold hard facts sink in. The Madam took Susan’s head and put it on her shoulder. The girl did not pull away. “I know, I know you are scared, my dear, it is completely natural to feel this way”, she whispered into the girl’s ear as tears kept coming out of her eyes.
“This isn’t easy for me either,” she lied shamelessly. “Believe it or not girls I am here to help you. I want to make this whole ordeal as easy as possible for you. What is going to happen now is inevitable no one can change that. But it is how you deal with these circumstances that can make all the difference in the world. There are many girls that come here; all of them have been taken in a similar manner like you two. You will have a chance to meet some of them soon. I can assure you the ones that accept their fate and don’t fight us are the ones that ultimately have the easiest time. The ones that battle us every step of the way, the ones that scream and shout and don’t obey those are the ones that suffer the most. Everyone gives in eventually; there is no point in making this any harder than it has to be. I want to help you, and I will help you both, in what is going to be a difficult time for each of you. It may not seem like it now, but I want to be your friend, I can promise you that I am the only one here who does.”
Normally that would have been enough for Madam Harding’s for the day. She would generally leave at this point, being deliberately vague about what came next for the girls. But Natasha was adamant that she tell them everything on their first night because she wanted to get started ASAP by introducing them to their respective Commandants first thing in the morning.
She exited Susan’s cell and walked over to Missy’s. The cute redhead was still standing there by the bars, completely shell-shocked. “You, my friend, are perhaps the truly unlucky one and are here by an unfortunate twist of fate. You were not supposed to be in your friend’s car were you?”
Missy stopped to think for a moment, how could she possibly know that?
Madam Hardings smiled. “Yes we had your room bugged at the retreat, we heard EVERYTHING,” she stressed. Missy was too concerned with her surroundings to blush about what transpired between her and Susan.
Patricia continued, “We had no choice #474, your friend was our target, as she has been for some time. We wanted to take her alone on the trip back to home to Utah, but sadly your plans changed so ours had to as well. We could not afford a witness so regrettably for your sake you had to be brought here as well. You are going to go through the process as well; there is simply no their way.” She said matter-of-factly.
Patricia circled around the girl and definitely liked what she saw. While clearly not the beauty that Susan was, Missy was no slouch either. She had beautiful red hair that fell to her shoulders. She had captivating green eyes and a well-toned body with a decent sized pair of tits. Susan surmised that this girl might do well at the auction if the right buyers were present. She had a slutty, come-hither look that may appeal to a certain segment of their customer base. Patricia was quite certain, although she did not know for sure, that this girl was no virgin like her friend was. The staff would need to find out a lot about her sexual past, as was customary for all “guests” of the facility.
“Ok girls, here is what is going to happen next.” She raised her voice so Susan in the next cell could hear her. “Tomorrow morning you are each going to be introduced to your respective Commandants, as we call them. These are the women that will be responsible for “persuading” you to surrender yourselves to us. You will not like these women very much. They will do whatever is necessary to convince you that resisting is futile. I will not go into detail about their methods but it is safe to say they will become increasing unpleasant if you continue to hold out.”
Both girls began to cry a fresh set of tears.
“Each evening I will join you in your cells, I will bring you rewards and other little treats if I feel that you are deserving of them. I will also ask you if you are ready to give in, and you will be at some point, every girl eventually does. But we can discuss that later; no point in going on about that now, you need some rest.”
Patricia gave a little peck on Missy’s cheek and left the room, careful to lock the door and check Susan’s too.
Meanwhile, back in her office, Natasha clicked off her monitor, again pleased with the outstanding work of her friend Patty.
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