Assassins MC Pt. 08

Toward the back of the room, divided off from the others by large partitions, were some naked women. They were either standing in place, tied up, or performing sex acts on some men. Roger explained that this was part of breaking and habituating them. They needed to all learn to be obedient and sex training is part of it. It allows the club to condition these women, making it normal to follow instructions without question, regardless of what the order was. Once they were broken, we could build them back up in the image we wanted.

"This all seems clinical and cold. I mean, they're having sex, but no one is enjoying it." I said.

"It is Rich." Roger explained, "This isn't about pleasure; this is about business. Well, some pleasure maybe. Each woman here has the potential to make us millions of dollars over her lifetime. Sure, we could have our fun, and we used to do just that. We would buy women or kidnap them, fuck them until we were done, then sell them for a few thousand dollars. That was ok, but we weren't getting anywhere. We all got together and started dreaming big. That was the beginning of all of this."

He walked me over to one woman, who was standing with her hands on her head.

"What's your name, bitch?" Roger asked her.

"Sarah sir." She replied, continuing to look straight ahead past us.

"Sarah, get down here and suck my dick." Roger ordered her.

Sarah didn't hesitate; she dropped to her knees and started sucking. She was going at it like it was a corn dog, and she hadn't eaten in a week. She had no expression on her face, and it was the coldest blowjob I have ever seen.

"Go ahead Rich, partake." Roger told me. "You have a little more time until you have to pick up the ladies."

I walked over to another woman. She was a brunette, looked to be around 30, maybe a little older. She was naked, as the other women were. Her breasts were larger, falling to about mid-chest. Her nipples were pointing almost straight down and she had large areolas. I looked at her naked body and wasn't turned on. It didn't have to do with her not being attractive; she was. However, now I had emotions tied into my feelings and they just weren't meshing.

"What's your name?" I asked, trying to sound kind.

"Annie sir." She answered with no emotion.

She never made eye contact with me. She just stared straight ahead. I watched her for a moment to see if she would look at me, but she never did. I grabbed a chair and put it in front of her, took a seat, and said, "Annie, get down here on your knees."

She immediately dropped to her knees and started reaching forward, placing her hands on my belt buckle when I stopped her. She leaned back, confused, but just kneeled there, looking up at me. Suddenly, the man that was horny all the time had a naked woman in front of him, ready to service him, and he just couldn't. I sighed and hung my head. I stood up, grabbed another chair, and told her to sit down with me. I started talking. "Annie, what is your day like here? I'm new to the Assassins and am just curious what this is all about."

She answered me but seemed nervous the entire time she spoke, as if someone would catch her telling me a secret. She told me about her usual day. The women woke up early, showered, then ate breakfast. Sometimes she had to get up earlier and help cook, which was a good day. On the other days, they would require the women to have sex with the guards before they could eat. After breakfast they would have work to perform, sometimes it was cooking, sometimes laundry, sometimes administrative, and other times cleaning.

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After that, they would be given tests, physical and written. They tested the women on their aptitudes in different subjects. They would take some women out to see doctors and dentists, ensuring they were healthy and fixing anything wrong, ensuring they were both presentable and beautiful. I thought this was just like fattening up a pig and getting it ready for slaughter. A beautiful woman brought more money at auction and would make more working as an escort.

The women in the back with her were all ones that the club couldn't find a place for. This was a sort of last chance for them to prove themselves. Annie just started coming back here a few days ago, and she didn't know why she was here. She did everything she was told, and she thought she was obedient enough, but she didn't have a choice. I could see in her eyes she feared what waited for her after this if the club decided she didn't fit. For a woman to be begging to stay here, what was outside must be so much worse. I told her I hoped she found a place and that it was a pleasure to talk with her. She thanked me and told me this was the first time she's sat down in hours. When I stood up and walked away, she also stood up and resumed her position. I went over to Roger.

"What's Annie's story, that woman over there?" I asked.

Roger was fucking the second woman. I pointed to Annie. He didn't stop fucking her, but answered my question. "Oh, Annie. I picked her up about 3 months ago. She was a prostitute. Her pimp tried to take a few of our girls for himself. A new arrival here in town. He didn't know us, but he became familiar with us quickly. When someone crosses us, we send a message to everyone else not to fuck around; he's no longer breathing. Anyway, Annie was one of his girls. He had beaten her, and we found her in the backroom of his place. She was in terrible shape and strung out. She told us they kidnapped her from out of state, made to do heroin until she became addicted, then whored out to make that asshole money; and he would pay her with more heroin. Back home she was a homemaker with a husband and 2 kids. Here she's just another washed out whore. We may have to cut our ties to her, she's obedient but doesn't show any emotion or respond. She barely says a word."

"She just talked with me." I answered.

"What? She did? What did you do?" Roger asked.

"I just showed her some kindness. We talked for a few minutes." I replied.

"What did she say?" Roger inquired.

"Just that she appreciated me taking the time." I answered back, not wishing to get into all the details Annie gave me. I didn't want to get her into any trouble.

"Well, I'll be damned," Roger said. "It's a lost cause, though. Unless we force her back into a life of sex work, there isn't much we can do. She had a family back home, and women in that position will never give that up. She will always try to get back to that. Her family has moved on, but she will never accept it. She has been missing for over 5 years. Her husband has divorced her and remarried, with her kids adopted by the new wife. We've told her this, but she doesn't respond. We can't take a chance she's going to run first chance she gets."

That just sounded depressing, but I see his point. This woman lost everything and would never be the same. I wanted to save her, but I knew I couldn't. I thought about what Beth would do to get back to me if she were in the same position. She would break down concrete walls with her bare hands, and she wasn't my actual mother. I was sure Annie would do even more. Dammit, this life was painful and draining, and all I could do was move forward and take care of the things I had control over. As we walked out, I glanced back at Annie. She was now bent over being fucked by a dildo while she sucked off a guard. I knew she wouldn't know another existence for the rest of her life, which undoubtedly would be short.

That image of her as I walked out burned itself into my conscience. I wouldn't be able to escape that, and I would learn later that the club sold Annie barely a week later. By the time I could find out where they sent her, it was too late. I walked away from her that day, but she followed me for the rest of my life.