Karla groaned loudly in agony. Her head was throbbing and she couldn’t remember how she got here, wherever “here” was. She opened her eyes. Blackness. Nothingness.
“Where am I?” She thought. Struggling to sit up, she felt her surroundings; she was in a small room that seemed to be made of metal. She tried to stand up but found that the ceiling was just low enough so she couldn’t stand up straight. The only distinguishing feature of the room was the small hole in the floor. Karla knew immediately what that was for and suddenly got very frightened. She sat down and tried her hardest to remember…
Her pounding headache was not helpful. Karla swore loudly and then began to cry softly. What had started as a normal day had turned into something from her worst nightmares. Her memory of the day started to come back in pieces. She had errands to run. Typical ones, nothing out of the ordinary – the bank, the grocery store, a stop at the post office, and then off to a coffee shop to study. A regular Saturday afternoon.
Karla could not remember if she had made it to study. The weather was so nice that she thought she should walk to the coffee shop. Along the way, she started to window shop. One clothing store had a display in the window she could not resist; a cute summer outfit was calling to her, a modest skirt and a bright colored strapless top. She couldn’t resist walking in and trying it on. This is where things got really fuzzy, Karla’s head started to throb.
She had been in the changing room, or was it at the clothing rack. There was the nice salesman, who was probably a few years older than she was. He offered to set her up with a changing room. Karla thought she remembered going into the changing room and trying on the outfit, but couldn’t quite picture it. Karla reached down in the darkness and felt her clothing. Yes, she seemed to be in the outfit she had tried on, she had started the day in jeans and this was definitely a skirt. But what had happened?
She was in the changing room admiring herself in the mirror. The door burst open and the salesman was there. “Is everything to your satisfaction?” he had asked as he grabbed her and put something over her nose and mouth. And now she was here, in this cramped dark room. She couldn’t even figure out where the door was. Karla was scared.
Now panic and claustrophobia were setting in. Karla started pounding on the walls and screaming. She wasn’t sure how long she was at this, but she stopped when her voice was completely gone and her hands were raw and bleeding. There was no response; there wasn’t even a sound. Putting herself in the fetal position in a corner, Karla started to sob and rock herself. She thought she would probably die here.
Without realizing it, Karla fell into a fitful sleep. It was only a loud clang that woke her up. With a start, she opened her eyes, but it was still pitch black. She felt around her “cell” and found a bowl of some sort of porridge and some water. She drank the water and tried the porridge, but put it down in disgust.
“EAT IT!” Came a voice so overwhelmingly loud that Karla screamed.
“EAT or suffer consequences.” Karla was still frozen.
Suddenly a tingling sensation rushed through Karla’s body. She yelped in surprise and froze.
“It WILL get worse. MUCH worse. EAT!”
Karla picked up the bowl and took a tentative sip. She gagged.
Another tingle, but this time worse and Karla felt her muscles contract.
“Do NOT hesitate. It will do what it is asked to do or suffer the consequences.”
“Are you talking to me?” Karla asked defiantly. A strong shock was the answer. Karla involuntarily convulsed on the floor. She had felt nothing like this before and it scared her.
Her heart pounding, Karla took the bowl and started to eat, ignoring the urge
to gag.
“Very good, next time you will know to be thankful for what you are given.” Said the voice.
Karla screamed, “What do you want with me? Who are you?”
She was met with silence. Karla huddled in the corner after relieving herself in the hole in the floor. She felt ashamed, but she wasn’t sure why.
Several hours later, Karla began to learn that her life was to change forever in ways she couldn’t possibly imagine.
****TO BE CONTINUED*****
Whether it had been hours, days, or weeks since she had been placed in this small and lightless cell, Karla would never know. She had eaten a couple of meals of the awful porridge and water. After the initial reprimand she had gotten she always ate what she was given. She was hungry anyway, so it wasn’t as hard.
Karla hoped that people were looking for her and she would soon be rescued. She had long stopped trying to look through the darkness to try to figure out where the door was. She had felt over the entire surface of the cell and could not make out any distinguishing characteristics. Her voice was hoarse after hours and hours of alternating between yelling at her unseen captor and screaming for help. Karla had stopped crying. She was sinking further into helplessness. She spent most of the time lying in a ball on the floor.
A BLINDING light caused Karla to yelp hoarsely and cower in alarm.
Strong arms grabbed Karla and dragged her from the cell. She was completely disoriented and the light
was causing her eyes pain, even though they were closed.
“STAND UP!” A voice shouted as she was dragged to a standing position. Karla hadn’t been resisting intentionally. She started to shake violently. She managed to stand alone. She still couldn’t open her eyes. She wondered if they would ever be able to readjust to this searing light.
“Turn!” Hands pushed her and she complied. After a moment the order was repeated, the hands shoved her into the desired position so she was standing in a different direction.
“P-p-please…” Karla croaked.
“Shut up! Do not speak unless told to. Where you told to speak?”
“N-no.”
Smack, a hand fell sharply across her cheek. “Were you told to speak?”
Karla remained silent. She tried to open her eyes but found that the light was still too strong for them. She was then abruptly repositioned for a fourth time.
“Okay, got ‘em.” Came a male voice from across the room. “She’s all yours.”
Karla could not figure out what this meant as the rough hands grabbed her and started to move her somewhere else. She was finally beginning to get her bearings and was even able to open her eyes a little bit. Karla began to fight back. She resisted the guidance of the hands and began to kick in the direction that they were coming from. She made contact with something and heard a groan.
The voice from across the room laughed, “All the bitches always get ya, you should know that by now.”
Karla was grabbed tightly and her arms were pinned beside her. She continued to struggle when her captor’s voice harshly whispered in her ear, “You have chosen the hard path.” After this, she was briefly let go and then felt a strong jolt of electricity in her shoulder that sent her falling to the floor.
In the moment that she was incapacitated she was scooped up off of the floor and laid on a cold table of some sort. Almost as quickly as she was deposited onto the table, her arms and legs were tightly secured with restraints. A band was then tightened around her forehead, which made her not able to raise her head or turn her head from side to side. After this was completed, the man who put her there left the room. Karla knew this because she heard the retreat of footsteps followed by the opening and closing of a door. It seemed she was now alone.
Strapped to the table and feeling vulnerable, Karla did the only thing she could think of to try to regain some control of her situation. She worked on adjusting her eyes to the light. It was hard, much harder than waking up and adjusting to a bedside light. She had been not exposed to light for longer than one night. Slowly Karla was able to open up one eye and then the other. For the first time she was able to take her new surroundings and found that there was nothing remarkable or revealing about where she was. In fact, in a way it was almost like it had been in her dark cell, except there was now light, harsh light.
She was in a white room. There were no windows and she could not see a door (although she could not look behind her). There were no shelves or cabinets. Everything was a “sterile” white. Straining her eyes downward Karla saw that she was on some sort of stainless steel table. She could not see what was holding her arms and legs down, but they were held down tightly enough that she could not move them. She tried to wiggle her hands and feet around, but nothing budged. Karla tried to move her head around again, she couldn’t. She began to cry for real this time. Tears rolling down her cheeks and onto the cold table below with hoarse sobs echoing in the room.
A sound behind her made Karla jump in spite of her tears. A gloved hand with a tissue reached out and a woman’s voice instructed her to “blow” which she did. The sound of high heels on the tile floor and the woman revealed herself to Karla. She was a severe looking woman who had a mysterious magnetism about her. She was not ugly. Karla couldn’t stop staring at her and was rendered speechless. The woman’s dark hair was pulled back tightly. She was wearing dark red lipstick and some rouge that defined her high cheekbones, but that was all the make up she had on. She didn’t need more. She seemed to be wearing a strapless leather garment, but Karla couldn’t get enough of a glimpse to be sure.
“You are wondering why you are here.
That will become more apparent in due time. All you need to know now is that this is the
beginning for you. Your life will become
all it was destined to be. You have been
selected by important people. You should
be honored.”
After hearing this, Karla snapped back to her senses. She found her anger and spat back “Fuck you, let me go.” The woman just chuckled in such a way that caused Karla to immediately shut up.
“I know that this is not how you feel, but that doesn’t matter. How you feel right now is not important. I know that this will change.” The woman said this as she reached down and sounded like she was sliding open a drawer. Raising her hand the woman showed Karla a pair of scissors before she started cutting at Karla’s clothes.
Karla started jerking at her arms and legs, “What are you doing? STOP it!”
The woman laughed cruelly again, “And how are you going to make me stop? It seems that you are pretty stuck there.” She snipped up the side of the skirt that Karla had been trying on in the store where she was taken and then pulled the garment from her.
“Stop it now or I will scream!” Karla croaked.
“And just who will hear you? Even if they could you can’t scream, you have been screaming too much as it is.” The woman started cutting off Karla’s top. “Besides, these things are pretty nasty, you have been in them for two weeks and we need to get rid of them. I don’t think they can be saved, so it’s better to destroy them.”
“Two weeks!” Thought Karla. It couldn’t have been that long. “You can’t do this to me. People will be looking for me.”
“It seems I can do whatever I want,” said the woman, “how are you going to stop me?” She snipped at Karla’s panties but didn’t pull them off. “And I suppose people might be looking for you, but I doubt it.” She snipped the straps and the sides of Karla’s bra but didn’t remove it either.
“People are looking for me and they WILL find me,” Karla said with what she hoped was authority, but she was scared.
The woman calmly reached below the table again and produced
some documents. “Karla Wilkes. Social Security number 077-00-9888. Currently a senior at
Karla reacted violently to this. “I don’t do drugs. What do you mean? You are just trying to mess with me! SHUT UP!”
From below the table the woman produced something that she quickly shoved in Karla’s mouth. It was a hard ball with straps that the woman brought under Karla’s head, with some difficulty, and buckled tightly. Karla continued to try to yell from behind this intruder, but she sounded ridiculous both from the gag and from the fact that her voice was already hoarse.
“I got tired of listening to you. You have to learn about you place. I am usually very patient at first. I always give leeway at first, one chance to break the rules without consequences. Unfortunately, you used that up when you kicked my assistant. You are now earning punishments. Keep this in mind. Now, about your drug problem….”
The woman produced a newspaper article and began to read. “’College student Karla Wilkes’s car was discovered late Tuesday night outside an abandoned building. Police investigators initially thought that it was foul play until they discovered trace amounts of cocaine in the car…Wilkes’s apartment had been packed up and it appears that she has left town. Upon further investigation, detectives have determined that Wilkes was dealing drugs and most likely had a significant drug history. They have ruled out foul play and have determined that Wilkes most likely skipped town with her drug supplier boyfriend. Wilkes’s father, Bud Wilkes, has publicly condemned his daughter. Neighbors said that they the Wilkes family was initially devastated by the news but then disowned their daughter once presented with the evidence of her crimes.’”
Finishing, the woman looked down at the girl glaring at her in shock. “It’s not a well written article, but now you know, people don’t care where you went. You broke their trust.” She laughed cruelly. “And now you belong to me.” She showed Karla the other documents she was holding, Karla’s birth certificate, social security card, and other important financial documents. “I will take care of these, you have no use for them anymore.”
She then whipped off Karla’s bra and panties, exposing her completely. Karla had never been naked in front of anyone she didn’t know before and she felt ashamed. Her breathing increased sharply and she was afraid she might hyperventilate.
The woman drew her fingers from Karla’s naked breasts down over her pubic mound and over her legs. “Now, we will prepare you for orientation. Behave and life will go well for you. Don’t behave and suffer the consequences. The choice is ultimately yours.”
As she said this, a young woman entered the room who was not much younger than Karla. From what Karla could tell, she was naked except for a collar. She gave a tray with items Karla couldn’t see to her captor and then left the room.
Pulling on the hair of Karla’s pussy, the woman said, “We will start with this”
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