As the garage closed behind him Serge shut the car off and looked at his friend and
partner Victor, “You take the girl to the dormitory. Have Berda explain the rules to her
and make sure she is properly broken. After what she has been through I don’t expect much
trouble but Berda has a way of ensuring this.”
Serge was a fairly non-descript man as those thing go. He was almost precisely six foot
tall with an average build. He had short, well-maintain hair that was jet black in color.
His grey eyes, normally kept hidden behind a dark pair of glasses, told any who looked at
them that he would broke no insolence and expected for his orders to be followed without
question. There was a cold fire in those eyes and few men were willing to cross him as a
result.
Victor was a bit taller than his friend. His hair was a dirty blond and seemed to always
be in a disheveled state. Victor’s frame was noticeably larger than Serge’s but much of
the muscle had started to turn to fat. The more physical aspects of his chosen career
were now carried out by the people who worked for him and as a result he had allowed
himself to go somewhat. Even so, there are few men who would wish to anger the man. Like
Serge, his blue eyes were cold and disconcerting to stare into.
Both men exited the car. Serge headed deeper into the plant while Victor moved around to
the trunk, using the remote to pop it open. He stared at the woman bound inside it. She
was short, perhaps around five and a half feet tall. Her hair was a flaming red and long.
It would make her a popular girl as the color was rare in these parts. Her breasts were
smallish, but not overly so. As some would say, they would make a nice handful. Her
light skin bore the marks of recent beatings at the hands for the now dead Malax and his
boss Poseidon. They would fade in time so that customers could, if they wished, apply new
ones to her. She twisted her head around in his direction but the blindfold prevented her
from actually seeing. A slight murmur escaped from behind her gag. Reaching down, he
unlocked the cuff binding her ankles and wrists together.
Grabbing her by the arm he pulled her up and out of the trunk. “We’re home now girl.
I’m going to take you to meet Berda and she’ll explain what is expected of you from now
on. In a couple days we’ll auction off the privileged of being the first to welcome you
into you new profession.”
Krystal didn’t even try to respond. She saw no point to doing so knowing that anything
she said would fall on deaf ears even if she was not gagged. The blindfold was suddenly
pulled off and she squinted in the light, blinking several times. When she could see she
looked around and found herself in a warehouse of some kind. Noise behind her drew her
attention and she saw men and forklifts moving beams of steel around. A couple glanced in
her direction but didn’t seem to find the sight of a naked, gagged and cuffed woman worthy
of more than a moments glance. She could hear shouts and voices but did not understand
what was being said. Victor grabbed her by the arm and pulled her behind him.
In through a nearby door he led her. This led to some stairs that went down into a
basement area. A guard at a desk hit an unseen button and another door unlocked. Victor
pulled her through this door and into what looked like a common office hallway. A number
of doors were scattered on either side of the hall. Each door had a small window in it
but they were situated above her sight. The doors each had a number on them. As she
passed one door she heard the familiar sound of leather on skin and heard the scream of a
woman. Behind another door she heard what sounded like one woman begging while another
was yelling.
Krystal was led to a door at the end of the hall. This one had a covered keypad that
Victor quickly typed a code into. It clicked open and she was led into another hall, or
rather a continuation of the one she had been in. She was taken past several other doors,
behind one of which she hear weeping until he finally stopped at a door near the end of
the hall. Knocking she heard a woman say something in a language she again didn’t
recognize. Victor opened the door and pulled Krystal in behind him.
Inside the room was a large woman, perhaps a bit over six foot tall and weighing almost
200 pounds. She kept her dark hair cut short like a man would. She was wearing loose
fitting sweat pants and a too large t-shirt with a faded Def Leopard logo on it. It would
have almost been comical were it not for the rest of the room. Handcuffed to the small
bunk was another woman, this one naked and showing the signs of a recent beating. She was
curled in a ball on the bed, her brown hair matted from sweat and who knew what else. She
didn’t look up as Krystal and Victor entered the room. Cuffs on chains hung down from a
pipe running across the ceiling as well and a number of sex toys, whips and paddles were
scattered on the desk and shelves in the room.
| 
