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Chapter Twenty Five
It was now eight or so in the evening and Madam Hardings was in Natasha’s office. A custom that the two women shared before the older lady went to collect the all-important signature from the surrendering girl. They shared a few laughs before beginning their discussion on just how important this evening was compared to all the others. It was not Patricia’s first visit that they were concerned about tonight it was the second. Patty got up and left Natasha’s office, passing Dominique who waiting nervously in the lobby. The two co-workers shared exchanged brief pleasantries before the older woman took the long walk down to Tiffany’s cell. Dominique was almost certain that Madam Hardings did not know her terrible secret and in no way did she want to let on how much she was hoping that the older women could convince her sister to give up her own struggle.
The young protégé sat down in her familiar chair across from her boss.
“Don’t worry my dear, everything will be all right. Just relax; let’s see how things go before you get all uptight, OK? Can I get you a drink?”
Dominique nodded and the Mistress handed her her favorite, a high ball. This simple pleasure was yet another reason she was glad she turned her back on her religion. Such minor delights as this were forbidden. The two women sat back and watched a large flat screen monitor behind Natasha’s desk come to life with images beamed to them from a camera located in Tiffany’s cell. The poor girl just sat on her cell arms wrapped tightly around her knees, clearly in deep thought, and then the cell door opened.
“Hello #475, how are you my love?” Patricia asked in an ever so cheery manner.
Tiffany was non-responsive, But Ms. Hardings continued anyway. “I guess you have some good news for me.”
Tiffany again didn’t say anything. How could anybody but these monsters think this was ‘good news’?
Madam Hardings sat down next to her on the tiny cot and put her arm around the sobbing girl’s shoulders.
“I know you’re scared, that is completely normal. You have every reason to be nervous. People are always afraid of the unknown. But I am here to tell you #475 that it won’t be that bad, the worst part is over. You have been very brave and now it is time to let yourself go and take the next step.”
“But what is the next step? What is going to happen to me? Why is the happening to me?” The blonde sputtered out, gently pushing herself away from Patricia’s embrace.
“I think we have already been through the why, hmm? Let’s try to focus on the what. In a few hours you are going to be taken to a private bedroom, it a little bit nicer than your cell. The bed is bigger and comfier and you will be given a few luxury items that were not made available to you here. You will be encouraged to get a good night’s sleep as tomorrow morning is the big day.”
“Big day for what, what are you going to do to me?” Tiffany asked fearfully.
“Tomorrow morning you will be taken to the most secure and important room in this entire facility. This room is located deep underground. It is there that you will be irreversibly transformed into a lesbian.”
Tiffany’s face turned ashen white. Her mouth became bone dry but somehow she muttered out; “What do you mean ‘transformed’? How is such a thing possible? What is exactly is going to happen to me?” Tiffany was getting more agitated now; this was exactly what Patty did not want. She was here to calm the girls, not rile them up.
Meanwhile back in Natasha’s office, she turned on a second monitor, this one with a live feed from Susan’s cell. Here Natasha and Dominique could watch Susan as she herself watched the monitor with the same feed coming in from Tiffany’s cell. Natasha allowed the feed because she wanted Susan to see the proceedings in the cell next door, without having to raise the wall between the cells. Such a move could cause Susan to disrupt the carefully orchestrated proceedings. That was the last thing Natasha wanted. Her only goal now was to have Susan see Tiffany sign the document and again feel the crushing despair of loneliness and isolation as another one of her friends was led away.
Dominique and Natasha alternated between the screens. Dominique could not help but feel the pain her sister was going through as she watched Susan cry at the plight of Tiffany next door. Susan just mumbled to herself. “Please hang on Tiffany, Please!” Dominique was clearly having a hard time with this, but Natasha ignored her as she focused back on Madam Hardings and Tiffany
Patricia had dealt with this reluctant girl situation many times and she knew it was best to try and calm them down. It was not uncommon to have girls became extremely nervous at this stage. Their whole lives were about to be changed forever and it was only natural for them to have questions, even if they didn’t really want to hear the answer.
Patty reached back over to Tiffany and put her hand on the girl’s tender left thigh, careful not to be too aggressive, but in more of a soothing motion.
“I know you are scared honey, I wish I could tell you more about what goes on down there. But the truth is I can’t. It’s not because I am holding something back, it’s because truthfully I don’t know. No one, except for Mistress Natasha and someone you have not met yet, a woman named Dr. Olga are ever allowed in there.”
Patricia was not lying about this. No one, no matter how many times they asked, was ever allowed into the chamber. It was perhaps the most frustrating thing about working at Stonebriar.
“Let me reassure you thought, #475, that every girl that has gone in there has come out in perfect health. You have nothing to fear in that regard, I can promise you. The only thing that will change is your sexual orientation. From that point forward you will forever have a yearning to pleasure and be pleasured by other women. That does not sound so bad does it?” Patricia tried to put a positive spin on it. What little she knew of the procedure was that it was terribly painful for the girls. But she, like everyone else at Stonebriar, was only concerned with the results.
Tiffany hardly seemed convinced though. “I don’t want to be a lesbian though that just isn’t normal.”
“When it is over #475, you will have a new definition of normal. Please remember that all of us here are lesbians and we seem to get along just fine, we are completely normal. I know you will see things differently after the chamber. There is a whole other world out there of sexual delights and we are going to teach you all about the joys of it.”
This comment was completely disingenuous, as evidence by the chuckle coming from Natasha’s office. The Madam knew full well that every girl that left Stonebriar was sold into sexual slavery, and few, if any, ever got to participate in all the pleasures that lesbian sex had to offer. After all the girls were going to be trained into becoming sex slaves, who by definition where made to pleasure other women, not the other way around. Their own sexual gratification was secondary, if even ranked that high by their new mistresses.
Tiffany just sat there on her cot, trying to fully comprehend what was about to happen to her. But that was impossible for someone who had never been to the chamber before and never experienced its awesome power. Madam Hardings continued anyway, trying to explain what would happen afterwards to Tiffany, following her conversion, but Tiffany only nodded, as everything else now seemed trivial.
“There is only one thing left to for me #475.” She reached down to the floor and pulled out a well-worn leather attaché. She opened it and slid out a neat one page double spaced form. “I just need you to sign this; we need to make it official.”
Susan, watching from the next cell on her own monitor, jumped up off her own cot and tried to bolt for the steel divider, forgetting for a moment that there was a chain attached to her slave collar. She was jarred violently back, like a dog running too far and forgetting how long their leach was. Susan managed to get up and compose herself quickly before screaming out…"DONT SIGN THE PAPER, GOD IS WITH US AND HE WILL TAKE CARE OF US."
The walls were soundproofed though, to prevent just such words of encouragement. She screams it over and over, balling her eyes out. Natasha, rapt with attention at the two screens hardly notices Dominique’s increasing discomfort. It is almost too much for her to handle. Finally Natasha notices her friend’s uneasiness and turns off the screen to Susan’s cell.
“I know how hard it is Dominique, believe me I know. But this is better for her and better for us too. This way we don’t have to hurt her physically to get what we want, the metal anguish she must be feeling should be enough to break her.” Natasha was doing the best she could to offer words of encouragement. No doubt this was agonizing for Dominique, but now Natasha was starting to have doubts about her protégé’s mental toughness.
Back in Tiffany’s cell, Madam Hardings allowed the girl to take a quick peek at the paper before adding: “This is certainly not a legal document #475; it of course would never stand up in a court of law. But obviously it will never be seen in a court of law. This is largely for your benefit in that you are now making a life altering commitment to us. Really it is for you to get over the “psychological hump” so to speak of agreeing to move forward with this process.
“And if I refuse?” Tiffany asked, but not in a terribly defiant manner.
“I will tell you it does happen from time to time. Girls will say one thing under the emotional duress of extreme torture only to renege when the pain has subsided. The only result of that kind of foolishness will be that you will be hauled out of here and put through an even more brutal series of tortures until you have no more second thoughts. The net outcome will be that you and I will have this same discussion in here tomorrow night and you will be in much more pain and I will get your signature then. Does that sound like something you want?” She added forcefully.
Tiffany began to weep again, and the Madam resumed her more matronly approach and held her tight. A few minutes passed and they separated. No words were exchanged, Patricia simply reached over and handed the pretty young blond her trusty gold pen. The girl signed the paper and handed it back to the older woman. Patty reached over and gave her a kiss on the lips and then the forehead before tucking the paper back inside the leather binder and exiting the room.
Next door the crushed and dejected Susan just curled up in a ball and cried on her cot.
“God she is good isn’t she?” Natasha remarked to no one in particular and not being terribly sensitive to Dominique sitting only a few feet away, “I just love to watch her work.”
Dominique was non-committal; instead she just sat in her chair and watched the other monitor, now flipped back on to show Susan’s cell. She was far more concerned about the outcome of Madam Hardings visit in the adjacent cell than what just took place in Tiffany’s. Natasha also took her seat again and sat down to watch the proceedings with her subordinate.
Patricia unlocked the door and walked into Susan’s cell. The defiant young girl was also sitting on her cot, but made no attempt to acknowledge her visitor. Their relationship had been a frosty one since the very beginning, as Susan simply refused to accept that Madam Hardings was anything but shill and a sworn enemy to her. Regardless Patricia sat down next to her.
“I know you hate me #473, as much as I have tried to reach out to you and befriend you nothing has worked. I guess I just can’t get through to everyone. But all of your anger won’t change anything. What is going to happen to you is inevitable. There is nothing you, or I, or anyone here can do to change that.” Patricia stopped for a moment and pressed a button on the remote control in her hand. The wall between her cell and the one next to it started to rise.
“Look over there #473, she is gone. Just like your best friend before her and the friend that you will make with whoever is put in that cell next. There is no point in going on like this; they will do whatever they have to do to break you. And they will #473, every girl is broken eventually, it is simply a matter of how much pain you are willing to endure before you surrender yourself to the inevitable.”
Patricia stopped for a moment, allowing the words to sink in and hoping for some kind of response. Instead she got a blank look and then Susan turned away again.
The Madam ratcheted up the pressure, knowing that both Dominique and Natasha were watching and were no doubt hoping that Susan too would sign the contract. “I am going to be honest with you #473; they have been going easy on you, far easier then on any other girl that had been here this long. I am sure it has something to do with this.” She reached over and flipped the gold “V” charm dangling from Susan’s necklace.
“I can tell you though that you are not the first virgin that has been in here, perhaps the youngest, but definitely not the first. They generally approach girls like you with a bit more care, but now I am certain that your lack of any sexual experience will mean nothing to them now. The staff here is getting tired of your insolence. Starting tomorrow all the kid gloves are going to be taken off. If you think it has been hard on you these past two weeks, you haven’t seen anything yet. Is that really what you want?” Patricia asked, her voice starting to rise now and the insulation that Susan’s virginity was at risk being all too obvious.
Susan again showed little emotion, she merely turned and said: “I told you I will never give into you f--ing people, you are wasting your time, now get out!” Susan screamed, still unable to use an expletive because of her strong Christian values.
Patricia was pissed and thought about slapping the little bitch across the face, but that would only serve to anger Natasha. No girl was ever allowed to be treated in such a manner for any reason; it was simply bad for business and terribly unprofessional. There were certainly other ways of dealing with disrespect of this magnitude. Patricia simply said nothing and walked away. She stared up at the camera, shook her head and gave a look like she gave it her best shot, and then walked out the cell door, careful to make sure it was locked.
Meanwhile back in Natasha’s office, Dominique had a troubled look on her face. This was certainly not what she expected. She had bought into Natasha’s plan a week ago of treating Susan gingerly in the hopes that Tiffany’s capitulation would be a mortal blow to her sister’s psyche and then she too would give in. Instead the whole plan had clearly backfired and Susan appeared more defiant than ever.
Such instances in the past would have brought out the very worst in Dominique and added immensely to her sexual thrill of torturing her slaves more brutally. But just the opposite was the case here. She had already put her sister through two weeks of hell and Natasha was likely to insist on much worse to break Susan.
“Well that did not turn out as we thought did it?” Natasha said, deliberately understating the obvious. Truthfully though she was delighted at this pleasant turn of events, as she was one step closer to achieving her grand plan.
Natasha took a deep breath before dropping her next bombshell.
“OK Dominique, I think this is what we need to do. I know you have been dreading this moment more than anything, but I think it is time to go to Susan and reveal your true identity. Talk to her, it won’t be easy for her to understand what is going on and nothing you can say to her will make her feel any better, but you must talk to her and try to get her to succumb to our will. I just don’t see any other way.”
“Mistress, I can’t.” Dominique begged. “What can I possibly do or say to her? This is the ultimate betrayal. She will never understand, never be able to comprehend my horrible actions.”
Natasha got up from behind the desk and sat in the chair next to Dominique and pulled it close. She put her hands on Dom’s shoulders. “I know how hard this is, believe me, I can’t imagine what you are going through right now. But we talked about this Dominique; from the very beginning we talked about this. We agreed that you would wear the mask when you were with her, every session with her you had it on. It was a crutch for you to hide behind. To hide behind the shame you must feel for doing something so awful to your own flesh and blood. I know this is hard to hear now, I can honestly tell I would have done the same thing my dear, but now it is time to remove the mask and let your self be known to her! She must listen to you now, not as Dominique her captor and torturer, but as Karen Richardson, her older sister who knows what’s best for her!”
Dominique sat back in her chair and took another sip of her drink before answering. “Mistress I knew this day would come, I was just hoping to do this after the conversion, when hopefully she would be more understanding, now it is going to make it that much more difficult.”
“I know it is Dominique, I was hoping that it would happen that way too, but none of us thought she would be this tough. She is only 16 for God’s sake! But we can’t let this go on any longer; the staff is starting to protest! When we first brought her in here I assured them it would be only 6 days of punishment, now we are going on over two whole weeks!” Natasha was starting to raise her voice, in a calculated manner to impress upon Dominique the urgency of her actions.
“Nobody likes to see a girl so young suffer like this for so long. This can only lead to a disgruntled staff, and I don’t need to remind you of how much that scares me, do I? All it takes is one person here to have misgivings about what we are doing and that can bring the whole operation down.”
Dominique met Natasha’s eyes; she knew full well the risks of a discontented employee. The last thing she wanted was to have Natasha go over it again for the thousandth time.
“We can’t risk it Dominique, we have to do everything we can to get her to capitulate tonight, otherwise I am going to have to take matters into my own hands and force the issue.”
This was a threat that Dominique did not want to hear, obviously, but she was hardly surprised. Dominique was stunned at the fortitude of her younger sister. Nevertheless she had to ask, “What do you mean Mistress?”
“I don’t want to scare you Dominique, but I am afraid your judgment has been clouded by this whole ordeal. You are not to be blamed for that of course, anyone’s would be in this situation. I am asking you to do something you don’t want to do, I completely understand that. But you must remember before this whole thing began I told you how much I needed someone to step forward and take the reins of Stonebriar from me. You wanted to be that person Dominique. I know how much you wanted it two weeks ago and I can only assume you want it just as now. But getting the things we truly want in life is never easy, and this unfortunately will be one of those times. I need you to go to Susan, convince her how important it is for her to listen to you now. It’s the only way my dear, or else we must resort to more drastic measures.”
Dominique gulped a little bit, as well she should. This was going to be the hardest thing that she had ever done in her life and failure would likely bring unimaginable heartbreak to her, and even worse pain for her sister. She got up, put her mask on and headed down the hallway to her sister’s cell.
The walk was cold and lonely, and she walked at a much slower pace than normal to give herself more time to think. Finally she got to the door and hesitated for another minute or so before finally entering the PIN combination. She took a deep breath, summoned up the courage from deep within her, and walked into the cell.
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