by Sam West
Hope heard what she said, but at the same time, it wasn’t properly sinking in. She knew this hardly Butlin’s Holiday Camp, but even so. She looked to the girl for support, but was met with the same blank-eyed stare. No help there.
“Come on,” the woman said, a sharp note of irritation creeping into her voice. “Don’t make me do it for you. Three orgasms before bed, by any means possible. Do I make myself clear?”
“What if we refuse?” Hope asked, finding her voice at last.
“That is you prerogative my dear. But believe me, disobedience is treated harshly. You would be severely punished tomorrow morning by the staff. And they would have no compunction about leaving marks on your pretty little body seeing as your likelihood of being bought is still a long way off given your lack of training. So I heartily would not recommend refusal. I take it you have noticed you are being watched?”
Hope looked to where the woman pointed; a camera mounted on the high ceiling. No, she hadn’t noticed that and her stomach lurched in fear.
“You are being monitored at all times to make sure you stay within factory guidelines. So come on, I haven’t got all night. Your sexuality is something you must be able to tap into at all times, no matter what your circumstances. Do it now or face the consequences.”
Hope knew she must obey. She shuffled up the bed, settling her head back onto the pillow. Woodenly, the skinny naked girl followed suit. Hope couldn’t help but notice how emancipated she was, and how her breasts practically disappeared when she lay on her back.
The woman handed each of them a dildo.
“Good girls. Three orgasms. You don’t even have to penetrate your cunts tonight, and you can use fingers and each other’s mouths if you so wish. Whatever you want.”
Wow, thanks, came the unbidden thought. So thoughtful of you.
Taking a deep breath, Hope positioned the dildo at her pussy and pressed the tip of it against her dry slit. She flicked a little switch at the base, and the thing buzzed into life. Not believing what she was being forced to do, she ran the head of the toy up her slit.
To her horror, the thing was already skating over wetness, and she sucked in a sharp intake of breath when she pressed it on her clit. Her super sensitive nerve endings jangled at the sudden onslaught and she writhed a little on the bed, a small groan escaping her lips.
When she glanced over at the girl lying next to her, she wasn’t moving. She had the dildo pressed between her open legs, but her blank gaze was fixed on the ceiling. She neither looked happy nor sad; she looked as if she wasn’t there.
Hope ignored her and concentrated on bringing herself to orgasm. She knew in her heart of hearts that this Matron woman would know if she was faking.
To her amazement, the orgasm grew quickly.
“Tell me when you’re about to come,” Matron ordered.
“Now,” she gasped, wide-eyed.
The orgasm rolled over her, a brief, sharp shock that gripped her lower gut with pleasurable contractions. She squeezed her eyes shut and rode it out.
It didn’t last more than five seconds and when she was done she went slack on the bed, the still buzzing dildo resting on her upper thigh.
“Two more, come on, get on with it,” Matron ordered.
Dazed and lightheaded, Hope got to work on herself again. Robotically she went through the motions, not sure if she was capable of cumming twice more in these bizarre circumstances.
You’ve got to. Make it happen.
She closed her eyes and thought of the last guy she had dated a few months ago. She cast her mind back to their lovemaking and she could feel her pussy drying up. Their fucking sessions had been so boring. He had been so gentle and sweet in the sack, never once deviating from missionary position.
So she thought of her current predicament. Of the camera pointing at her from the ceiling. Of maybe Mick watching in his office.
And then she was wet again. Matron’s eyes burned into her skin as she easily squeezed out the second orgasm.
“Another one,” she gasped, squirming under the dildo.
“Good girl. One more time and then you can sleep.”
Hope didn’t even remove the dildo from her overly sensitive clit. This was how she masturbated at home, squeezing out one after the other in quick succession until she was completely rung out and exhausted. Sometimes she could go for ten in a row.
Well, now it was time to put her secret skill into action. She drew her thighs closer together in her favourite masturbatory position and jammed the dildo against her clit, massaging it in small circles as she did so.
The orgasm arrived quickly.
“I’m coming,” she gasped, not forgetting Matron’s instructions to voice her pleasure.
“Well done,” came the woman’s voice, drifting to her from seemingly very far away.
Hope lay sprawled on her back, the dildo slack in her hand by the side of her body. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath and her entire body felt damp with sweat.
It suddenly occurred to her that she wasn’t embarrassed, that her modesty had disappeared along with the orgasms.
She didn’t have time to ponder that disturbing oddity, for Matron came round to the other side of the bed and peered down at the skinny girl lying next to her. She had been so quiet, Hope had almost forgotten she was there.
“You, girl, why aren’t you wet?” the woman asked, peering down between her spread legs.
Hope gasped in shock when Matron slapped the girl across the face.
The slap seemed to focus the girl, and she looked properly at Matron for the first time.
“Well?”
“I’ve been prodded around all day by doctors and other various people. I’m tired. I’m scared and I’m sore.”
“And I don’t care,” the fierce woman snapped. “Those are your orders and you must obey them or you will be severely punished tomorrow.”
“You should really do what she says,” Hope added softly.
“You heard the little slut next to you,” Matron snapped. “Would you like her to help you come?”
“Now hang on just a minute,” Hope said, “I’m not a lesbian.”
Besides, she thought, this girl really wasn’t her problem, right? If she didn’t want to come, there was nothing she could do to help.
“You don’t have to touch her,” Matron said. “You could just hold the dildo for her.”
Hope felt a wave of pity for the girl. God only knew what kind of punishment would be dished out to her tomorrow for her noncompliance.
“Okay, okay,” Hope said, sitting upright and taking the dildo out of the girl’s slack fingers. “Come on, let me help. Just close your eyes and pretend you’re somewhere else. Think of something that really turns you on.”
Shit, I can’t believe I’m really doing this, she thought, taking hold of the sex toy. This was somehow so much worse than just getting herself off.
Hope concentrated on the job at hand, trying not to think too hard about what she was doing. She varied the pressure on the girl’s clit, going gently then applying more pressure, but nothing worked. The girl remained dead eyed and slack.
“That’s enough,” Matron said to Hope. “It’s obviously not working, the silly whore will just have to take her punishment tomorrow like a good girl. You both need to sleep, tomorrow will be a hard day of training.”
She took the sex toys away and placed them back in the suitcase, then locked it away in the wardrobe. Without another word she flicked the light switch and left the room, locking the door behind her.
It was pitch-black and Hope stifled a wave of panic. She took deep breaths, thankful that her vision was beginning to adjust until she was just about able to make out the grey outlines of various objects in the room.
“What’s your name?” she asked the naked girl lying next to her.
She was silent for so long Hope didn’t think she was going to reply.
“Isobel,” she eventually whispered.
“
I’m Hope. How did you end up here?”
“I was hitch-hiking, this guy picked me up and brought me here. What about you?”
Hope laughed hollowly. “I’m repaying my brother’s debt.”
“Oh.”
“What happened to you today? Why were you at the doctors?”
“To check for diseases, blood tests and such.” She let out a pathetic whimper. “Man, I think I’m going to throw up.”
She jumped up off the bed and just made it to the potty in time, heaving up her guts.
“Hey are you okay?”
“No, I’m not fucking okay, I need skag, damn it.”
Hope felt a wave of anger at the girl, then immediately felt guilty for feeling it.
“Come and lie down, you heard what that woman said, I think you’re going to be needing all the strength you can get tomorrow.”
“What I need is a fix,” the girl proclaimed in a shaky voice.
But she re-joined Hope on the bed, shivering so much that the bed shook.
“It’s freezing in here,” she complained.
It really wasn’t, the heating in the room was cranked up. Hope was hot, despite the lack of bed covers. She realised that their constantly exposed bodies would be part of the training process, whatever the hell that would be.
“Get some rest,” she said again.
“I’m thirsty.”
There was no water in the room. Hope was thirsty too and sighed deeply.
“You really have to try to sleep, it’s the only thing you can do and you’ll feel better in the morning.”
Hope closed her eyes, doing her best to ignore the trembling, quietly sobbing girl but failing miserably.
It was a long night.
CHAPTER SIX
Hope didn’t know she had fallen asleep. But she must have done because she was woken by a brilliant light that seared her pupils and pierced her brain.
“Wakey, wakey, rise and shine,” said an unfamiliar male voice.
In a daze, she sat upright.
Then she remembered she was naked and automatically fumbled for the duvet.
Of course, there wasn’t one.
With a sinking heart she focussed on the man who had entered the bedroom and grabbed the pillow she had been sleeping on and held it to her chest.
“No hiding, it’s against factory rules.”
For a second Hope thought it was the guy from yesterday; the one who had kidnapped her in the first place. But it wasn’t. He was, however, a dead ringer. The same overly muscled body and bald head. The same style of clothes; jeans and a plain white T.
The sleeping girl stirred next to her, sat up and rubbed her eyes.
The man ignored the girl and strode over to Hope’s side of the bed, ripping the pillow out of her arms.
“Up. You need to piss in the pot.”
Hope did need to urinate but there was no way she was going to do it in front of this oaf. She recoiled in horror when he reached down for her and prised her arms off her breasts.
“I said no hiding bitch.”
“Get off me!”
She tried to squirm out of his grip but she was no match for his strength. Her tits were exposed to him and he leered down at them.
“Nice. You’re gonna be a pleasure to train.”
She spat in his face. It wasn’t a conscious choice. It just happened.
The man turned red, including his bald head.
“You’ll pay for that. In the meantime, fucking piss.”
He yanked her off the bed, bodily dragging her kicking and squirming over to the potty.
He plonked her down on it and her humiliation was complete. She sobbed slightly as a small trickle of urine hit the pot.
When she was done he pulled her up with two meaty hands under her armpits. He threw her down on the bed and picked up the slight Isobel, easily walking her over to the potty. She placidly obeyed, her eyes huge and rimmed with black circles in her malnourished face.
“We’re going downstairs now. I’m gonna teach you two whores the rules of The Factory. Welcome to your new life.”
Once downstairs he took them into a large living room. Double doors looked out onto a massive, high walled garden, complete with neatly trimmed lawn and a smattering of trees.
He gestured for them to sit on the long leather Chesterfield sofa and loomed over them. Hope took in her surroundings, studying the gleaming floorboards and the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The whole room was tastefully decorated with white washed walls and oil seascapes hanging from the picture rail. The only thing that jarred was the huge, flat screen TV mounted over the fireplace. Apart from that one incongruous choice with the decor, the room was more like something out of a stately home than a brothel.
The door opened and an attractive blonde woman came in carrying a tray. On the tray was a tea pot, two cups, a jug of orange juice with two glasses, and a toast rack filled with toast, cutlery and plates.
The woman was naked. Hope took in her beautiful body and hairless crotch. She positively gleamed with health and good muscle tone. She watched as she walked over to the round, dark wood table by the French doors and proceeded to lay up.
A sense of unreality washed through her. The woman continued with what she was doing as if it was the most natural, normal thing in the world.
“Sir,” she said, bowing to the man slightly when she had finished laying the table.
He nodded curtly to her and she left the room.
“Before we sit down to breakfast I must run you through some basics. You are to address me as sir at all times. If you do not, you will be punished. There are five trainers here at The Factory, and you are to address us all as sir. Hope, you met one of the other trainers yesterday.”
Yeah, the one that almost raped me on the stairs, she thought bitterly.
He picked up a remote control on the fireplace under the flat screen and turned on the TV.
The screen was instantly filled with hardcore porn. Hope gasped, staring in horror at the screen. The wails of a woman filled the room and the imagery was brutal. A woman was in a dungeon, suspended from the ceiling by chains. She was naked, apart from the elaborate straps encircling her breasts that made her ample tits stick obscenely out in a nasty shade of purple. A brute of a man was beside her; a huge guy with a naked barrel-chest who wore a leather gimp mask with a zipper at the mouth and tight leather trousers.
The monstrous man beat her with a long black whip. Each time it cracked down on the woman’s flesh she screamed, the whip leaving an ugly red welt with every strike.
“I did enjoy that girl.”
It took a moment for Hope to realise what he meant. The guy on the screen had the same build as the man standing before her, and she got it.
So had Isobel, for she started whimpering next to her. “What is this shit? Please, just let me go.”
The bald man watched her impassively. “You all say that at the start, but you’ll change your tune as time goes on.”
“No, we really won’t,” Hope said.
“You’ll see. It’s do or die, sweetheart. And you’ll end up loving the doing.”
He laughed at himself but neither of the women joined in. They miserably watched him as he went over to the table and poured out two glasses of orange juice, then handed one to each of them.
Hope greedily downed it, not realising how thirsty she was. He reached out for the empty glasses.
“Now, I want you bitches to spread your legs and rub your clits and watch the TV while I talk.”
“No,” Hope answered impulsively.
She just couldn’t. Not again. A lump formed in her throat.
“Are you not seeing what’s happening to the girl in the movie? She said no too. So spread ‘em.”
Hope decided she had no choice. She had to play along, at least until she figured out what to do. She had to talk to Michael Cooper. If she reasoned with him then maybe he would give her more time to get the money together. There had to be
another way. Because she didn’t know how much more of this humiliation she could take.
With a sinking heart Hope spread her legs. Her knee touched Isobel’s as they opened their legs at the same time.
Her eyes widened in self-disgust when her fingers touched wetness. How could she be wet? What was wrong with her?
It was her cunt that the man’s gaze hungrily latched onto, it was like the girl next to her was invisible. The fact he was scrutinising her made her stomach flick flack and her pussy grow wetter by the second.
In that moment, she hated herself.
“You are to do as you are instructed at all times. You are not to look me, or anyone else directly in the eye unless you are given permission to do so. The average training takes one month, during which time you will be turned into willing sex-slaves and then sold on. The word here is willing. This is what makes us at The Flesh Factory different from other sex traffickers. By the end of your time here you will be in the peak of physical condition and willing and able to perform any sexual act required of you. Welcome to day one of your forced sexual reassignment.”
Forced sexual reassignment. Wasn’t that a Nazi thing?
She shuddered, his words the equivalent of a bucket of ice water tipped over her head.
Methodically she continued to rub herself, watching him whipping the woman on the screen.
“Enough,” he barked at them. “Both of you get on the floor on all fours.”
Hope did as he asked, her heart hammering wildly. The man slowly circled them. Out of the corner of her eye she watched him crouch down behind Isobel.
“Why aren’t you wet, slut?”
“I can’t, please, let me go,”
Hope winced when the girl let out a piercing scream. The man had slapped her on the backside.
“I can’t, please let me go, sir. Say it.”
“I can’t, please let me go, sir,” she repeated between choking sobs.