The HUSH Series: (HUSH, HUSHED and JANE.)

by Sandra Raine

  "Her name's Anna. She's from TJ. . .Tijuana. We bought her from a couple of biker-dike bitches. One dike claiming she had inherited Anna from a relative who owed her money. Said if they prostituted Anna out the dike would make all her money back and then some. They tried, but failed. Almost got caught, they claimed, by some TJ Federales who promised them that if they had a crack at Anna - you know, fuck her a bit - they'd let them all go. They did. Then the dikes heard there were some men in town looking to score young girls to cross into the U.S. for general work. The dikes then contacted me and Cain here, and the rest is history only Anna's been acting a little bad lately with being selfish with some of our clientele so we've had to resort to beating her some. She's coming around though. . .Aren't you, Anna, sweetheart?" Abel laughed out loud as did Cain and there was some life slowly creeping back into my body 'cause I involuntarily jerked my head free from Abel's grasp.

  Abel shot Cain another look of frustration. Cain grabbed a stern hold of one of my arms and quickly pulled me onto my feet. He then picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder and carried me out of the cage. Instead of turning right toward the steel set of doors which I believed led to salvation, he instead turned left where I was then carried through another set of doors which were made of wood. I tried picking up my head to get a bird's eye view of my surroundings since my view had been fixed on Cain's worn down brown boots and the cemented floors for the last few seconds but my head was trapped between Cain's shoulder and arm.

  We ended up in another room with Cain's boots now treading on white blemished tiles. Some tiles appeared chipped, others stained. I even thought I spotted some dried blood within the cracks of the damaged tiles.

  "Alright. Time to get you all cleaned up!" Cain said slipping me off his shoulder and onto my feet. The tiles were lifeless and cold beneath my bare soles, and I couldn't help but to curl my toes away from the tiles like a bad superstition would happen if I touched one of the cracks. I quickly covered my breasts to shield them from the cool draft also swaying around the room, but most importantly from Cain's eyes that were just as cold and calculating as Abel's.

  As I tried to find the warmth within my embrace, I noticed that the room was an oversized bathroom eerily resembling an all girl's shower room in a gym. There were four sets of separate shower heads on one side of the room and two exposed toilets on the other - no divider, no stall, absolutely no privacy. Adjacent to the toilets was one bathroom vanity counter housing two sinks. There were no mirrors, no towels, no toilet paper, no toothbrushes, no soaps, or shampoos, or any other toiletries. . .I mean, there was absolutely nothing that soon I began to panic.

  Cain unexpectedly stepped around from behind me, and I suddenly jumped up when I felt a blast of cold water hitting the backs of my heels. Cain grabbed another hold of my arm and shoved me beneath the running water which was now lukewarm and very unsettling particularly when I had to use my hands to clear the water from my face thus leaving my body completely exposed and vulnerable to Cain.

  "Alright, that's enough." Cain said suddenly turning off the shower on me. I quickly covered my breasts again as I watched Cain stomp across the bathroom toward the direction of a utility closet. He opened the door, pulled out a blank labeled bottle and a pink towel. He then stomped back in my direction dangling the bottle teasingly out in front of me. "Time to get you deloused." He grinned. "Turn around!" he ordered. And very slowly I turned around.

  Once my back was to Cain, I heard the bottle snap open. Then something powdery was tossed all across my backside causing a plume of dust to sway all around me. I held my breath and closed my eyes tight.

  "Turn back around!" Cain ordered again. And again, I slowly turned back around only to be met with the same powdery substance now covering the front of my body and parts of my face. I coughed, and Cain shoved the pink towel into my dust covered hands and led me out of the bathroom by one arm. I hadn't even begun to wipe my face clean of the powder when he suddenly stopped me in my footsteps and faced me toward the direction of another set of wooden doors. My heart then stopped while I gasped in fear 'cause I had no idea what lurked behind the door, and I feared Cain putting me in there but then he spoke putting my fear to rest.

  "That's the Discipline room. You don't ever want to find yourself in there. So you make sure and be a good girl now, you hear, Angel?" Cain smirked, and the back of my wet neck hairs literally stood on end. I clutched the pink towel against my breasts and nodded in silence, trying hard not to think what existed behind those closed double doors nor of the girls who had been disciplined in the past. I couldn't bear to think of it especially the screaming, the immense pain that had been inflicted upon their frail naked bodies. Jesus! my mind wept particularly over Cain's use of the word "ever". The expression alone sent me down a spiral of terror.

  I was elated when Cain led me back to my cage, to the silent company of the rest of the girls who continued to stare at me in silence. Instead of coming home to an empty cage, I saw that my bed had itself a pillow and some company: a stuffed black Teddy Bear with a red bow tied around its neck.

  At first I didn't know what to make of the bear's purpose until my eyes peered into a couple of nearby cages and noticed the girls holding their Teddy Bears close to their bodies. It was then had I understood the purpose of the Teddy Bears - they were a symbol of comfort, perhaps even a friend. Then it hit me that I was going to be locked in this cage for a very, very long time.

  "Your father advised that I give you no quarter," Abel said suddenly from behind me. I flinched, turning around and staggering back a couple of steps. Abel smirked as he settled a pile of linen onto my bed. "But he doesn't have a hand here, now does he? I mean, it's not like he's going to know anything from a few hundred miles away. So here's the deal, sweetheart, if you abide by my rules, and you do as you are told, life here will be smooth sailing for you. If you don't, then life for you will be bumpy. No talking. And I mean, no talking to any of the other girls. No calling out to Cain or myself. And I mean, absolutely no calling out. And last but not least, absolutely no squat pissing or shitting on my floors. You may live in a cage, doll, but that doesn't mean you behave like an animal either."

  I didn't know if I was supposed to have nodded in agreement or verbally pledge my promise to obey Abel's rules 'cause he just stood there staring at me. And not necessarily in thought but in plot; I had recognized that look, it was the same look Dominic had given me that first night he turned me into a whore. Abel was clearly plotting on me, that I could see. Perhaps envisioning me in every sickened scenario created by the weaknesses of a man's tainted and perversed soul 'cause in no time he nodded and smirked. Without another word said, Abel then turned a soft heel and walked out of my cage with Cain closing and locking the door behind him. The two then disappeared behind the steel doors.

  I quickly dropped the pink towel down onto the bed and reached for the pile of linen and dug through it in search for a sheet like the other girls were draped in. I covered myself at once, pulling the clean smelling sheet taught around my body. Just as I was in the midst of fastening one of the sheets corner folds beneath my right armpit, someone coughed and I quickly glanced up, and that's when everything about my life came to a complete and utter standstill in front of all the jaded expressions looking in my direction, including Anna, who to my surprise, resembled Jenna, and who I believed - in that moment - would be the first to say something to me despite Abel's warning but she instead proved me wrong by keeping to her silence. Though I wanted to paint Anna as selfish and perhaps the most unfriendliest of all the girls based on her hardened expression and the way she just sat there seeming catatonic made me think twice about being judgmental. Even I knew that would have been rude especially in our forced professions.

  The same cough returned, and my gaze left Anna's toward the opposite direction of both mine and Anna's cages. There in the second cage I caught sight of another young girl who appeared to be in her early teens - thirteen, maybe? She sniffled and wiped her n
ose against her bare arm and squeezed her Teddy Bear close to her barely budding breasts. She had shoulder length ash blond hair, big eyes and a button nose. I had only held her gaze for a moment as the corner of my eyes caught movement in the cage across from her.

  A black girl, around fourteen or fifteen, started pacing her cage, and I could've sworn I heard her counting. My eyes left her cage and drifted around the windowless dungeon built around all the cages; cages that I noticed were stamped in numbers with mine being #12. The cage across from mine was empty. And so were two others. And since there were empty cages I knew it was just a matter of time before they would be occupied. The thought left a very unsettling feeling deep down inside me and there was nothing that could ease that disturbance. Not even the black Teddy Bear sitting there inviting on my bare pillow.

  I took a deep breath and tried hard to calm my nerves which were literally severing my insides the more and more I thought about what awaited me especially with these two men who have now become my new oppressors. My eyes eventually swept around my cage and I noticed it was as empty as Abel and Cain's souls: There were no books, no magazines, no stationary, no TV, no radio. The only other piece of furniture aside from my bed was a small square wood table. Sitting on the table was a pink comb missing a couple of its teeth. A tube of lipstick that looked worn down. A small black cosmetic brush missing some bristles. Loose powdered blush that appeared to have been previously used, and a small plastic mirror tied snug against the cage with a cable tie. Tears instantly grazed my eyes when it occurred to me that the only thing worth of value in my cage was my body. . .everything else was just an illusion.

  The black girl suddenly stopped pacing, and just like that, she broke down crying in front of everyone 'cause it also had occurred to her that the only thing worth of value in her cage was her body. I mean, none of us really mattered. We were just livestock, fresh meat to the sexual perversities of men.

  "Dear God: I hate you!" is what the black girl mumbled beneath her strained tears. She sounded so angry, so betrayed, like a caged bird perched on hell's wings. And I was perilous to defend her.

  I shuddered, picking up my Teddy Bear and squeezing it hard against my chest for comfort. I knew the day was coming fast to an end 'cause both of the steel doors suddenly opened. And there I froze in my body, barely moving, barely breathing.

  "Dinner time, girls. . .Dinner time, girls." Cain eerily chanted as he distributed food trays to every cage except for mine. My heart then accelerated from sixty beats per minute to one-hundred and twenty particularly when Cain stopped in front of my cage empty handed. "No dinner tonight for you, doll." he then toyed beneath a menacing grin accompanied by a threatening chuckle that tore into my fear thus bringing about another fear I had yet to grasp. I squeezed my Teddy Bear harder against my chest that the weight of my force literally crushed its life and disintegrated into the thinnest of air. "Tonight you'll be having all of me."

  "Oh, God," I trembled.

  Chapter 5

  August, 2011-

  They ran this place like a prison only in permanent solitary confinement. Even though the cages and us girls were fully exposed to one another we still weren't allowed to speak to one another 'cause of the surrounding cameras - and what I personally come to dub this place as "The Dungeon". The majority of us either sat on our beds or just laid there waiting for something to happen as something always tended to happen to one of us every night.

  On my first night here neither girl dared to speak to me. And on my first night here, I was summoned upstairs which was the main floor of the house. The house resided exactly above the Dungeon which was actually a very large and well designed basement. The main house however, was flawless and elaborate, surrounded by beautiful furnishings, provocative paintings and expensive curios; no sign of any criminal activity which was, and what I once construed with the chicken wired Suburban, clever.

  On that first night, both Abel and Cain forced me to have sex with them. And I couldn't begin to comprehend their idea of "sex" until they introduced my body to an array of sex toys I had never seen or knew existed before. So for three hours straight they subjected my body to all forms of sexual play and torture that by the time I was led back to my cage I couldn't just walk to my bed I had to literally crawl to get into my bed, and I was bleeding; my vagina and anus prodded, probed and penetrated beyond the norm of what my father once referred to my professional experiences as "vanilla". And there was nothing 'vanilla' to what I had experienced that very first night.

  On my second night, I was summoned back upstairs and forced to have sex with three men simultaneously. On my third night, sex with two men. And on my fourth and fifth night, sex with four men which included Cain who was the most vile of the four.

  It was in that first week when I first grasped the concept that a "summoning upstairs" meant "sex". It wasn't until well into my sixth night had I also come to grasp that I would not always be having sex with men alone. On that sixth night, both Anna and me were summoned upstairs together and forced into an orgy with nine other men that did not include Abel or Cain. I had thought it odd though that prior to Cain coming down to the Dungeon to take me and Anna upstairs he had given us some lingerie to wear and demanded we wore make-up to compliment the lingerie which was cheap and used. And I really didn't see the point in us having gotten all dolled up. . .I mean, after Anna and I were done having sex with those men our bodies were sent right back down to our cages naked as the day we set foot in this place, and our faces ruined from the make-up after being ravaged by the men and then soaked in their semen.

  On the seventh night I wasn't summoned. I was actually overwhelmed with relief for myself 'cause my body would get the opportunity to rest but I was also overwhelmed with grief for the one girl who was summoned in my place that I had spent the majority of the night crying out of guilt 'cause she was so young just like all the others.

  September, 2011 -

  The Dungeon quickly became a fast learning experience for me as it was purely routine.

  Since there was no clock visible anywhere, and if I was forced to speculate on time, I would have guessed we were all awaken at around nine each morning. And since we had no clothes to put on our backs, we just sat there on our beds with our naked bodies draped in sheets, waiting for our turn to the bathroom. Since Cain was solely in charge of all us girls, we were only permitted to go to the bathroom in pairs. And since there were nine of us and I was inhabiting the twelfth cage since routines, minus the sex, were done in numbers, I was the last one to visit the bathroom which was usually an hour from the time I awoke. And since we were only allowed fifteen minutes to do whatever in the bathroom, I made it a point to not drink an hour prior to bedtime.

  After the bathroom routine came the routine of eating and it was usually lunch, no breakfast. So everyday at exactly around noon - I presumed - Cain delivered food trays to our cages which I assumed were prepared in the kitchen upstairs. Lunch wasn't much mostly a sandwich, a bowl of whatever soup and fruit and an occasional treat like a canned soda or a piece of chocolate or an extra sandwich. We were given a half-hour to eat plus five minutes to use the bathroom.

  Snack time consisted of a bottle of orange juice or a carton of chocolate milk, some crackers and fruit, and that took place sometime in the afternoon followed by another five minute bathroom break.

  Dinner was a different story however. And since it staggered around time, I couldn't pinpoint an exact time. For those of us not summoned upstairs for the night, we were given a three-course hot meal. For those of us summoned, we were instead given a bottled water and a few saltine crackers. Dinner, too, was a half hour long. For those of us who had dinner, we were given a ten minute bathroom break. And for those of us that didn't, we were forced to have an enema and a shower. Then it was lights out.

  Sex with the men wasn't a "wham bam, thank you, ma'am!" kind of a fuck deal, the kind that I was so used to. No. The sex lasted as short as an hour to as long as three hours. And the s
ex wasn't pleasant, it was brutal. Torturous, and extremely pornographic 'cause it wasn't about the actual fucking, it was about enhancing the sex with toys and other objects and strange scenarios. There was a lot of foreplay, oral, anal, some BDSM and slavery, meaning, no penetration just visually pleasing the man or men by having certain acts performed on the girl or girls, and that was one thing I detested most. . .being someone's sex slave. I preferred the penetration 'cause to me it was normal and it was over fast.

  Eventually I stopped counting the days. Actually, I lost count of the days somewhere within the first two weeks of my coming here. And since I was forbidden from speaking to any of the girls, I never asked if they knew what day it was or what month. I know it'd been awhile. . .a long while for me. And sometimes it made me wonder how long it has been for the other girls?

  I didn't know any of the other girl's names except for China Bo and TJ Anna only because I was indirectly introduced to them on my first day here. The other six girls, I only knew them by the numbers stamped on their cages. The numbers, unfortunately, zigzagged from one cage to another. All I knew was that Bo was #9 and Anna was #10, and they were my closest neighbors.