Crimson Pt. 03

"He mentioned them." I answered. "They get women assigned to them to oversee and first dibs on the women they want."

"Is that all he said?" Thomas laughed. "That's only part of it. The VIP members act as a sort of board for Crimson. They meet like any board of directors. You are also a VIP member and a member of the board. So, we have Reggie, you, me, your captain, the Mayor, the District Attorney, and the chief judge for the courthouse. Do you see a pattern here? Crimson has the criminal justice system for the city locked down."

"Wait, the district attorney is a VIP member?" I asked. "Steven told Linda and her husband that the DA would press charges because he was running for mayor in the next election."

"That was probably true." Thomas admitted. "However, it wasn't the entire truth. It's not advertised, but the mayor won't run again. He has his eyes set on the state legislature, and with Reggie's support, will probably get it. The DA and the mayor are best friends, and the DA waited until the mayor wasn't running to put his hat in the ring. This is the type of politics that happens behind closed doors. Crimson has been pulling strings since it was established thirty years ago. You're now part of it."

"I have to take part in training the women." I inquired. "What do I do?"

"Basically, anything you want." Thomas responded. "I'll have one of our trainers go over our protocols and what the women need to accomplish, but after that, it's up to you. Where you can be the most useful is with the women who are in their on-the-job training. Bring them back here and take them through their paces. Go through their positions. Use them sexually. Put them in bondage. Make them uncomfortable. They need to learn to submit to whatever a member wants from them. You're doing me a favor if you keep one or more of them busy."

"How many do you have here right now?" I asked. "In training and in the casino?"

"We have two in training, Linda and Cassie, and six in the casino." Thomas answered. "I have four trainers and myself. That's eight women for five men. I put a few of my trusted security on them, but I don't let them train the women; they can just escort them. With you here, it will take some of the burden off of us. To get these women ready, they need constant reinforcement."

"Hell, I can only have my dick sucked so often before it feels like it's falling off." Thomas said, laughing. "You know the requirement that the women need to keep a cock in their mouth until given permission to take it out? They need to be trained to do that. We sit them for hours like that. I'm glad I now have another dick to occupy them while they're here."

Good Lord, I didn't think about that. I felt the sudden urge to keep my pants on. I never knew getting a blowjob would seem like work.

"Don't worry, having eight women here is a little unusual. That's double what we usually have. Lately, we've had more women than usual come back to us for retraining. That's why I'm glad you're here. They've been getting unfocused lately. The VIP members have a good number of women they oversee and can't be everywhere at once."

"How many women do we have in Crimson, total?"

"Do you mean our chapter, or all of Crimson?" Thomas asked.

"Wait, do we keep track of all of them for every chapter?" I responded, my blood pressure rising.

"You will keep track of all the women in Crimson, total." Thomas said, smiling. "You will only be directly responsible for the training of the women in our chapter. We have thirty women, well, now thirty-one with Linda, in our chapter. Our VIP members have between three and five each, with Reggie taking a few. You have Brenda and Jordan. I would recommend not taking on more until you get your feet under you."

"I'll think about it." I replied. "What is my job for the women outside of this chapter?"

"You will have a file on each woman they control." Thomas explained. "Each chapter can operate independently, but they all know we oversee them. They should send us the files on each of the women, but often they don't. That will allow you to perform a background check on each of them. That alerts us to any potential problems. We've had some chapters push the boundaries and attempt to get underage women, but we shut that down quick. The men that did that are no longer of this earth, if you know what I mean. Something like that can have a ripple effect that will take everything down with it."

"Some places entrap the women, blackmailing them under false pretenses." Thomas continued. "So long as they can keep it under control, Reggie doesn't get involved. He still likes to know who these women are. We transfer some women from chapter to chapter. In each city where a chapter exists, Reggie has a law office. Often we give the woman a job in the law office in that city, or another of Reggie's businesses. This can happen because of conflicts. It may sound strange, but some women are even territorial over who controls them. Sometimes a city isn't big enough for them to coexist."

"What will I do with the women from other chapters?" I asked. I never wanted to get involved in more than just our chapter, but I may not have a choice.

"If you see a conflict or a problem, you'll fix it." Thomas added. "It's like a visit for a business from the home office. They understand they only exist at the pleasure of Reggie and our chapter; we are the main chapter for Crimson. You have the authority to release the woman or bring the woman back with you. Hell, you can also kick members out or shut their chapter down. I would clear that with Reggie first, however. Each chapter pays Reggie monetary dues to stay in operation. That will cut our revenue flow and Reggie doesn't normally like that."

"Have you had any problems with that in the past?" I inquired.

"I can think of a couple, specifically one chapter that didn't learn its lesson." Thomas explained. "We tell the chapters to take in women who have committed a crime or have financial problems that we can exploit. However, this chapter decided it would take any woman they wanted. They made flimsy attempts at blackmail, and while it worked, it slowly unraveled."

"Where was this? I asked.

"It took place in a college town, and the person running the program was the dean of the college. He had some business owners in town that were members, but his principal members all either worked or taught at the college. First, that's not a good idea. It may sound like a great place to get women, and we get our share of coeds here, but to do so primarily from a college only leads to trouble. It's a closed environment and everyone is in your business."

"Roger was the jackass's name that ran the chapter." Thomas remarked. "He played too close to home, literally. He had an instructor under the chapter's control, but went after her daughter as well. Shortly after, everything to fall apart. The women's family collected evidence and elicited confessions from some students they allowed to use the women. Law enforcement arrested almost the entire chapter, and the men are still serving time in prison."

"This happened about twenty years ago, before my time." Thomas explained. "Reggie told us about it, and it was everything he could do to keep it from blowing back on him. Five years later, the chapter quietly reformed, but remained small. Reggie allowed them to reform, but read them the riot act and said we would watch closely. Believe it or not, the instructor that led to the downfall of the chapter became the dean of the college, and she ended up back in Crimson."

"How the hell did they manage that?" I asked. "Wasn't that too dangerous?"

"They blackmailed her, threatening to take her daughter and sell her if she didn't submit herself." Thomas continued. "She bought it and fell under their thumb. These men held her responsible for what happened, so they mistreated her. We didn't know how bad until she wrapped her car around a tree, killing herself. Reggie was pissed. Fortunately, it didn't blow back on Crimson. The chapter dissolved when the police busted them for the second time."

"How many times does it take for these guys to learn?" I responded, amazed that these men could be that stupid.

"Well, I would say at least three." Thomas replied, smiling.

"You're kidding me." I blurted. "They busted them a third time?"

"Not yet." Thomas remarked. "A couple of years ago, Reggie was approached by Roger's sons. Roger had a large sum of money hidden that he skimmed off the top. Part of this money belonged to Reggie. They brought the money back, plus interest, to make amends for their father. What they asked was permission to start up their own chapters in two different cities. Reggie gave them the ok, with a buy in of course, and warned them not to make their father's mistakes."

"How are they doing?" I inquired. "Did they screw it up?"

"So far, everything is good." Thomas replied. "The only thing is, they went after that same family that got their father put away. The daughter of the woman that killed herself had three daughters herself. These brothers gained control of two of the daughters, and as a result, the mother. The mother a one daughter is in one city, while the other daughter is in the other."

"How are the women doing now?" I asked. "If their family shut down the chapter before, are they really worth it?"

"That's up to you to find out." Thomas answered. "All seems quiet, but it's now your job to spot problems like that before they become problems."

"Any other stories?" I asked.

"Do you remember years back when there was a scandal involving the FBI?" Thomas asked. "It involved men that were arrested for corruption, racketeering, fraud, and theft?"

"Yeah, I heard about that." I answered. "That was big news when it happened."

"That wasn't the reason they were arrested." Thomas continued. "A senior FBI agent, the Assistant Director of the FBI, was the head of the local chapter of Crimson. Reggie saw it as a coup when he recruited him. Someone that high in law enforcement would allow us to expand and operate with almost full impunity. However, Ronald McNamara, that was his name, made his chapter of Crimson in his image."

"He blackmailed and entrapped women at a much higher rate than Reggie was comfortable with." Thomas explained. "There was little Reggie could do, however. This man could shut Reggie down in an instant, so he could only watch. Ronald took many of the women and sold them to slavers, making him even more money. He paid his required dues to Reggie, but the money Ronald made far eclipsed that."

"Well, Crimson sells women now." I remarked. "I don't see the difference."

"Yes, we sell women." Thomas explained. "However, where we sell maybe three or four a year, Ronald sold dozens a year, at least the ones we knew about. The volume that he did it was astounding. We only take the women who no one is looking for. Ronald took housewives, daughters, and anyone else he wanted. It was reckless."

"What, or who, took him down?" I asked, curious what could stop the man that Reggie couldn't touch.

"We don't know exactly what happened." Thomas responded. "We saw it hit the news one day and fell out of our chairs. Reggie scrambled, trying to protect Crimson from the blowback. Luckily, no one looked beyond Ronald. We dodged a bullet. We would love to know what, or who, took him down so we can avoid it. Nothing like that has happened since, so I hope whatever it was no longer exists."

"Let's hope so." I agreed.

We walked back to my new office. Morgan was still standing where I left her. I have to remember that. I totally forgot she was there. I envisioned forgetting about her one day and coming back to find her in the same place the next morning. I think I saw that in a movie one time. I made a mental note not to do that.

I told Morgan to get dressed and follow me. Thomas took me back to his wing of the casino and into one office in his hallway. This was the security administration office. There they fingerprinted me and had it scanned into the system. I received my pass, along with my code for the keypads. They also recorded my voice and told me to say my name and an employee number. The third part of the voice recognition changed daily, and I would have to stop by the security office each morning and get the code words. Thankfully, I didn't need that to get into my office.

I thought about it and told them to hold off on Morgan, that we would get her done tomorrow. We walked back to my office and gave her instructions. I told her to ensure we had all the files on the women, both our chapter and Crimson. This would keep her busy for a while. I tried out my new credentials and walked back down to the Farm. I wanted to talk to a trainer and have him explain to me how everything worked.

When I stepped off the elevator, I walked down one of the other hallways. I found a trainer in an office doing some paperwork and asked him if he could show me around. I introduced myself, and he was more than happy to help me. Dean was his name. We walked back to Linda's cell and entered.

"Did anyone tell you what we do to the women when they arrive?" Dean asked.

"Briefly." I answered. "I know you keep them standing for twenty-four hours while you check them out medically. You also give them breaks every four hours."

"That's correct." Dean replied. "It's time for Linda's break."

He unhooked her arms and walked her over to the toilet. He sat her down and told her to use it, and Linda relieved herself. Dean handed her a water bottle and told her to drink what she wanted. She downed almost the entire bottle before handing it back. Dean hooked her back up to the chain hanging down from the ceiling. He did all of this with her blindfold on.

Dean opened a black bag that he carried with him and took out a thermometer. I expected him to put it in her mouth, but it was not that type of thermometer. He walked around behind her, put some lube on it, and pushed it into her ass. He told her to grip it and hold it there.

"That's more accurate than a surface thermometer, and we stopped using oral thermometers when a few of the women bit through them." He explained.

He took a smaller box from the bag that held a few test tubes, needles, strips of rubber, and bandages. He wrapped the rubber strips around her arm below her bicep, then put a rubber ball in her hand and told her to squeeze. Once he found a vein, he inserted the needle and took two vials of blood.

"I never knew you could do that with the arm upright." I remarked.

"It's difficult." He admitted. "If I can't find a vein, I take them down to do it. Linda here seems to be hydrated and has nice veins, so hers popped right out."

He secured the vials in the box and put it away. He removed the thermometer and check it.

"98.6." He said, "Perfect."

He wrote that down in a notebook he took from his pocket and returned it. He then started examining her and gave me a rundown while he did it.

"We check head to toe. First the scalp. I take a fine comb and give it a few passes. We're looking for lice. It's not something that's common, but I've run across it. I continue down, checking ears, nose, and mouth. We're looking for any signs of disease. I looked at her eyes before I put on the blindfold."

"Are you a doctor?" I asked, thinking what I've been watching required some sort of training.

"No, not a doctor." Dean answered. "I am a certified Emergency Medical Technician. All the trainers are. We also have training in psychology. Nothing close to what an actual psychologist learns, but our training focuses on what we need to know. We learn how to condition these women."

He continued his exam. "I continue down looking for any needle tracks. We don't need a woman detoxing on us. I'm also looking for any excessive bruising that a blood disease or a blood clotting problem may cause. We will punish these women extensively, and we don't need to find out one of them has a clotting issue. The last check is for a venereal disease. We test the blood and urine. When she came in, we took a urine sample. We also use a quick way to check for sores."

He took out a bottle of rubbing alcohol and walked up to Linda. Dean spread her legs, cupped one hand under her vagina, and poured some alcohol into it. He immediately cupped her vagina with his hand. Linda stood there, not moving.

"It's not a foolproof test, but someone with open sores would have screamed when that alcohol touched them. The blood tests can take up to three days to come back. Until they do, we don't have sex with them. We have a lab on premises that we use. All the women in Crimson have to have quarterly exams. We don't want our members exposed to anything if we can help it."

"Crimson has all of this well thought out." I observed.

"Yes, it is." Dean replied. "Anyway, Linda is clear for now. Let's let her think about what awaits her in the coming weeks."

As we walked back to his office, Dean explained further. "Water is the only thing they're given for the first twenty-four hours. After that, we feed them. It's there that their training begins. During their stay at the Farm, the women will get nothing to eat until they successfully perform oral sex. They must swallow cum before they receive food. This is every day, three times a day. By the end of their training, they will attack a penis and work feverishly to finish. It will condition them to equate the satisfaction they get from eating to sucking someone off."

"You basically brainwash them." I remarked.

"That's what we do." Dean replied. "We do everything to put them in a submissive mindset. Every time they think for themselves, they're punished. When they're obedient and follow instructions, they're rewarded."

That must be why Morgan was in the same place I left her when I forgot about her. I wonder just how long she would have stayed there.

Dean went on and explained the rest of the training program. Each woman would have sex multiple times a day to get her past any trepidation she may have. They exercise the women daily to increase their endurance. The trainers use bondage to stretch the women and get them accustomed to holding uncomfortable positions for long periods of time. They use punishments for both negative reinforcement and to increase the women's threshold of pain. That's why they use the pill that enhances feeling. If the women grows accustomed to the heightened pain, the normal pain they experience with a member will pale in comparison.

They hold mental exercises to train the women to focus while under duress. They make them do memory games while punishing them and while having sex. In the end, whatever the woman is feeling, she must focus on her task at hand. Crimson has this set up like a machine. No wonder Steven told Matt at the precinct his wife would come back different. I didn't know whether to be impressed or alarmed. I was leaning toward impressed.

"It's dinnertime for Cassie." Dean informed me. "Follow me and you can help if you don't mind."

We walked to Cassie's cell and entered. They attached her to a chain in the ceiling, the same as Linda, but she wasn't wearing a blindfold. I noticed red marks running horizontally across her stomach and breasts. These were no doubt from her punishment earlier. Dean walked over and unhooked her.

"Cassie, it's time to eat." He informed her. "James is the new person overseeing the training of all the women in Crimson."

I didn't specifically tell him that. Thomas must have told everyone before I arrived.

"You know what you have to do first, so get to it." Dean instructed her.

Cassie looked at me and moved forward tentatively. Dean reached out and smacked her ass hard. "I said, get to it."

That's all she needed. She few forward the last few steps and dropped on her knees. Before I could do anything, she had my pants undone and pulled down to my ankles. My cock came springing out when she pulled down my boxers, almost hitting her in the eye. After avoiding that, she grabbed it with her hand and pushed her mouth down over it. Dean was right. Cassie attacked my cock, sucking and slurping as hard as she could while stroking me with her hand.