The Mint - Day 02

From thirty feet away, Katie had a hard time seeing 1Z play with the doctor's member, but it became obvious he was completely under her spell. From standing, the doctor tottered to his knees, then shaking, lay down. 1Z's fingers danced. The doctor moaned and started begging. 1Z played him out till his begging could be mistaken for death throes. Little boys that like to make truck noises would've been jealous of the monster trunk noise that came out of the doctor when 1Z took him to release. He lay panting as 1Z donned rubber gloves then removed the rubber and wiped the doctor's groin clean. Efficiently, she disposed of the gloves, wipes, and rubber in a bag, then said in a sultry tone, "Come back after you get your checkup, Doctor, and I can really show you a good time."

"My gosh... My gosh..." the doctor repeated as Betty ushered him out.

"Lunch is ready!" yelled Quimy. "We are serving a butternut squash soup and pesto chicken sandwich today. Choice of beverages for everyone but the short chain girls who get water. 4Y will get some sort of mush in her doggie dish."

Katie turned to 4Y and asked, "When do they fuck you?"

"Usually every two to three days."

"Does it hurt without building some moisture in your pussy?"

"It hurts like hell, but not physically. The bastards stick their fingers in and decide that I need lube. So they say that sick phrase 'safety is our first priority' and squirt a bunch of lube in me. Then they make a big show of smearing it all over my bottom. All the while telling me what a perfect pussy I have and how they love my tight brown asshole."

"I kind of like hearing that our safety is the first priority."

"Well, I am certain money is their first priority and keeping us from harm works into it."

"Still, it is good to hear."

"Next time I fly and the stewardess starts her speech on the safety features of the plane and says, 'at Fly High Air your safety is the first priority' I am going to reach for the barf bag."

"That's funny. What happens after lunch?"

"Probably I will just lie here. They want you to keep your mouth on that dildo. The girls on long chains will read. They still practice on their dildos. Some will practice sticking them in their butts. About an hour after lunch some will be put on the slider and can use the treadmill."

"Treadmill? That sounds wonderful!"

"I hear it has three sides of video and you can choose from bunches of scenarios like running on a beach or in a forest or through the gardens of Paris."

"Man, I miss running already."

"You get points for running so many miles at such and such a pace. They want us in great tone for the auctions. Usually on your second day they come and get you and take you to the interrogation room and that bitch Justine talks to you while you are chained to the chair."

"What about?"

"Didn't go far for me. I refused to respond so she just kept gabbing on about how they want to treat me much better and all I have to do is take baby steps. Besides, I have no choice they will convince me in the end. She eventually got bored and called for an orderly who brought me back here."

Y slid down and put a doggie dish by 4Y. Katie's stomach did a flip of joy as she smelled the food set in front of her. Y looked at her. "You will have plenty of time for talking later, keep working on that dildo and especially overcoming the gag reflex after lunch. When you get tired of that, try and sit up. It will remind you that as monotonous as constantly shoving a dildo in your throat is, living with your neck chained twelve inches from the floor is infinitely worse."

When she returned to gather the dishes, Y was whistling.

Her tummy pleasantly full, Katie looked up. "Why are you so happy?"

Y answered in a sing-song voice. "I get a boy-toy, I get a boy-toy... I get a boy-toy all night long."

"What's a boy-toy?"

"Too much fun." Y gave her a wink. "I'll tell you later. I'm busy and you need to stay focused."

4Y had folded up into the fetal position and was apparently sleeping with her butt in Katie's direction. Katie wondered if she knew that a bit of her rectum was showing and her pubes were visible. Hmm...light tan fading to pink. Katie caught herself and looked away. Good grief, I'm going nuts.

Gagging again on the rubber cock, Katie heard Y sliding towards her. "Hi, beautiful. Time to get up."

"What's up?"

"I have to truss you up to go for an interview with Justine. Will you cooperate or do I have to get some help?"

Katie shrugged. "I'll cooperate. There's no point in resisting."

"Well, I had to ask. Lie face up and put your feet together, and your hands."

Katie complied. Y took a chain and slid it through the D-rings on Katie's ankle cuffs. She snapped on a lock and a blue light came on. She looked at the guard who nodded, then she ran a chain through the D-ring on her hand cuffs. Snapped on a lock and looked again to the guard who nodded. A final chain was run around the chain at her feet to the one between her hands. A solenoid snapped and Y pulled the end of Katie's neck chain from the floor fitting.

"I am going to help you to your feet."

For the first time in almost 24 hours Katie was standing. Well, sort of. She was still hunched forward. Quimy arrived and helped Katie shuffle over to the guard station. An orderly took over as Katie's locks were inspected by the guard.

"Good to go."

The guard escorted Katie out to the hall.

Another orderly was escorting a bound male with his hands behind instead of in front. His cock was fairly rigid and reacted as Katie emerged from the Dorm. Katie gulped. She couldn't help but stare at the erect cock. It was a very nice specimen, and she was horny from the M sessions and dildo sucking. Damn, that looks good! Her eyes met his. They were lovely blue eyes—kind eyes—and his hair was sandy brown. He had even features and nicely formed, full lips. Quite an attractive guy. Katie couldn't help but think if their meeting was under other circumstances, like in a dance club, she'd definitely share a drink and some conversation with him. Maybe even more.

"Please to meet you ma'am. I'm known around here as A1." A1 had a definite touch of the Deep South about him.

Katie's escort spoke up. "I'm taking her to Justine. Perhaps we should check her wetness."

"Never hurts to check," the other orderly agreed.

Katie stifled her anger then obediently spread her legs enough to expose her pussy and the two orderlies both sampled the moisture there as A1 watched. Despite everything she'd been through since being here, Katie felt herself blushing under A1's hungry gaze.

"Well, she's moist, but not level three. A1, step up and let her feel your cock."

A smile curved A1's lips as he came closer and pushed his hips forward, letting his now fully hard penis boldly jut toward her. Katie bit her bottom lip and reached out a hand to touch it. It felt warm and silky-hard in her grip and when she lifted her gaze to meet his, it pulsed in her hand.

"There girl, doesn't that feel nice?" her orderly said.

It did. It felt wonderful!

A1's cock throbbed again under Katie's touch. Then the guards moved them apart. A1 was guided toward the dorm. "Move along A1. There are plenty more that want to play with your package through that door."

A couple of guys were gabbing in the hallway as Katie was walked by. They fell silent, drinking in the totally exposed and trussed beauty. A familiar door was opened and Katie was guided into a chair in the same dismal room she'd occupied yesterday. Her handcuffs were secured at her side. It was cooler in there and she shivered as she waited.

Justine burst through the door. "Sorry to keep you waiting. I'm hearing wonderful news about your progress."

Returning to the depressing room where she started her ordeal cracked Katie's resolve and she felt tears welling in her eyes.

Justine noticed the tell-tale wetness right away. "Oh, dear. Don't do that. I know part of you is totally devastated by all this, but you have a realistic side that is working overtime to help you cope. Usually girls take several days coming to grips with the situation before they dig in and start to make the best of it. Going from twelve inches of chain to enough to sit upright is huge. You will be so glad for this change. Tell me what you think of The Mint so far."

Katie sniffed and did her best to stop the tears. "You're criminals."

Justine rolled her eyes. "Tell me something I don't know. Of course what we are doing is criminal, but it pays extremely well and we have done an incredible job of minimizing risk."

Welcoming the opportunity to let her analytical side take over, Katie observed, "This is a very professional operation. From the beginning I was as much intimidated by the sophistication of your process as any threats. Resisting seemed pointless, so 100% cooperation became the only alternative."

Justine gave her an assessing gaze. "If you saw an opportunity to destroy us you would jump at, wouldn't you?"

"Of course," Katie answered, lifting her chin a notch.

"We understand each other then," Justine said with a nod. "You worked evaluating business plans for an investment house?"

"I do. I mean, I did."

"Do you have any opinion on The Mint's business plan?"

It felt good to get back to some semblance of normal conversation, if only for a few moments. This was something she was used to, and she was good at it. "You probably contract out the actual kidnappings to freelancers. You keep them isolated from this physicality. Perhaps you use an intermediate before we are handed over to someone that actually brings us here. This place is incredibly secure. I suspect most of the workers do not know where they are. They are paid very well but can't tell their present location."

"You are correct. What else do you figure?"

"You have a cooperation structure with all the typical checks and balances of a sophisticated international business. Trying to break out of here would be beyond the grasp of anyone but a hybrid of Houdini and the Birdman of Alcatraz. Your investors probably require a yearly audit of potential liabilities, of which an escapee would top the list. The only escape is to graduate and be sold at auction."

Justine smiled. "My dear, you do your alma mater proud. You look surprised. Of course we know you have an MBA from the Wharton School of Business. What do you think of our financials?"

Katie recomposed herself. "I figured you pay 10 to 20,000 to snatch good-looking and accomplished women. You take that material and through your process and branding you are able to sell them for hundreds of thousands of dollars to extremely wealthy individuals. Maintaining your physicality and personnel costs about 3 million a year. If you can process 24 girls every 4 months, or 72 a year, and sell them for an average of 200K each, you will gross about 15 million a year and net about 12 million."

"Not bad," Justine pronounced, admiration in her voice. "Actually our costs are about double due to factors you probably have little experience with. On the other hand, we can get at least double per girl what you are suggesting. The Uber-rich consider us the ultimate mark of approval on the most forbidden fruit of our time, a sex slave. We give you a cache that allows us to set the price."

Katie managed a sneer. "Impressive operation. With my background, I would be a tremendous addition to management staff. I will forward my curriculum vitae as soon as possible for your consideration."

Justine tilted her head a bit. "Oh dear, how droll. I am afraid you are much too valuable in your present capacity to contemplate such a change. However, I will note your interest in your personal file. For now, I suggest you stay focused on that rubber phallus as the prime leg up on the corporate ladder. As you climb the org chart, please keep your legs spread. The availability of your pussy is our number one corporate asset. When you get a longer chain I will see that you get a daily copy of the Wall Street Journal. Your eventual buyer will be certain to exploit your business acumen." She shifted gears back into assessment mode again. "When did you first decide that cooperation is the way to go?"

"When I heard the sound of that machine they used to weld my collar and cuffs in place. It was so final and yet so professionally done that I was impressed. While in shock, the part of me that was detached and analytical was impressed by the psychological effect of permanent welded restraint. I figured it was by design and the people behind it were not to be trifled with."

"I will take that as a compliment. What do you think of me?"

"You are sophisticated, elegant, sharp-looking, and full of grace," Katie answered honestly, then added, "You are also totally depraved and the most wicked person I have ever had the displeasure to meet."

Justine laughed. "Oh dear, that is so precious! I think I will have it engraved on my calling card. You have beautiful mind that enhances your value. I will spin it nicely in your catalog description. Your body is perfect as well. Your breasts are the perfect size. Large, but in proportion, with just the slightest hint of droop that makes them seem like they are pouting. I love that tiny mole barely visible under your left breast. Your areoles have a touch of red to them and nicely set off your slightly redder nipples. I would not be surprised if your eventual owner decorates them with rubies or contrasting emeralds."

"Are you going to pierce them?" Katie asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but dreading the answer.

"At the Mint we avoid doing anything of a permanent nature. That is the owner's prerogative. There are a couple of exceptions. When you are ready for auction you will receive a tiny tattoo halfway down your inner thigh. This is our trademark and it will contain your serial number. We have occasionally had belly button piercings on girls that we felt would be especially enhanced. The other exception is if a girl has a sponsor that has invested at least $100,000 in her and the sponsor asks for it."

"What is a sponsor?"

Justine glanced at her watch, then rose. "I am afraid that our time is up. Your slider or one of the senior girls can tell you how that works. It has been a joy, but duty calls. An orderly will be here to fetch you shortly."

The door closed behind her, leaving Katie contemplating her nipples and wondering what they would look like pierced and shivering at the thought of the pain if they did not use numbing drugs.

The door opened again and Rodger appeared. "Come on beautiful, they're waiting for you in the dorm. Let's not hold up proceedings."

"What are they going to do to me?" Katie asked as he undid her fastenings so she could rise from the chair.

"Just good things that will enhance your training. You'll see shortly."

"ATTENTION!"

Rodger and Katie watched as twenty-some girls dropped to their knees and offered a view of their neither regions to the guard station.

Rodger smiled. "I'm always blown away by the sight of you girls saluting this way. And to think I can wander amongst you and fondle whoever I want and hear you purring for more. I never was into giving a girl face from behind, but now I can't get enough. When you get on the long chain, I'll come in and sample you this way in the morning and then after each masturbation session. Tasting how you ripen through the day."

Katie was silent.

"It's appropriate for you to thank me for this thought and say something like, 'I can't wait.' I know this pussy at least half-craves the attention." Rodger slid a finger along Katie's inner thigh skimming along her outer lip. "Saying it helps. It is like forcing out a smile when something ridiculous happens, like pulling something out of the cupboard and dislodging a box that bonks you on the head. Are you going to get annoyed or smile? Your choice."

Katie realized he really was trying to help her cope. "I understand. I'll try."

The guard cleared them into the dorm and announced, "At ease."

Y met them at Katie's mat and she assisted Rodger in helping Katie lay down. As they removed her traveling chains and hooked her up to a low slider cable that gave her enough freedom of movement to sit up, Nookie escorted A1 to Katie's station. A1's cock was still stiff, and if anything, even redder. A1's face was also flushed. Rodger excused himself.

"3Y, we are going to give you some instruction to help you pass the blow job test tomorrow," Nookie informed her. "I will work on A1 here, and you can copy on Y. Y, go get your harness." As Y scurried away, Nookie turned again to Katie. "For now, I'm going to demonstrate and have you work with a dildo harnessed to Y. Watch me as I warm up A1." She glanced at A1's turgid rod and laughed. "I guess he's already warmed to the bursting point, so really what you will see is the 'make 'em wild' techniques, but it will have to do. Now, techniques are fine, but the number one rule is reacting to the cues his cock gives you. When he noticeably stiffens or throbs, repeat what you did. If you were running your tongue on the underside of his cock, do it again, but first make a show of your tongue coming in for a landing. In this case, you might want to hold the head of his penis and pull his shaft vertically so you can really lavish your tongue on the underside of his cock. The idea here is when you get a strong positive reaction to something then repeat with a flourish and more theatre. For this exercise, start moving your tongue over Y's dildo but watch me and A1. When you see A1 especially moved, try and duplicate what caused that but add something to it."

"Be a nimble bimbo," came a grumble from nearby.

"Shut up, 4Y." Nookie got to her knees and faced A1's groin. She pursed her lips and blew air at his cock.

A1's cock visibly twitched so Katie followed suit on Y's strap-on dildo, but included some darting tongue and lip rubbing. Y patted Katie's head. "Good girl. Work that cock."

Nookie put her mouth over the head of A1's cock and rigidly fixed her lips so it made a sucking sound when she popped the head out of her mouth. This fully stimulated the glans and A1 almost buckled over. "Damn," complained Nookie. "A1 is so aroused anything I do is going cause him to react. I could probably bite him and he would only twitch more violently. Here's what we will do, 2Y can suck him to completion while 3 watches. I will get him cleaned up and then take him to 1X. I promised her some real time work on prostate massaging. After an hour or so we can start again on A1 when he's not so randy."

"Great idea." Y looked down at Katie. "I want to do something that will not seem very nice. I am going to have you take this dildo fully in your mouth while I grab the back of your head and force it down your throat. After you gag a bit I will let up and then do it again."

Though it didn't sound pleasant at all, Katie knew it was for her own good. "Okay." She opened her mouth, letting the dildo slip inside and slide over her tongue. As Y promised, she gripped Katie's hair at the back of her head and pulled her forward, forcing the dildo down her throat. Immediately, Katie felt her gag reflex violently kick in.

Y let go and pulled back. "Are you alright? Your face is turning red."

Katie sucked in a couple breaths. "I'm okay. Try it again."

Y repeated the procedure and Katie managed to keep the rubber cock down a moment longer than before. "Better," Y praised. "That time your gag didn't sound so nasty."

Katie sniffled, wishing she could wipe her runny nose and her watering eyes. "Try it again," she said determinedly.

"Later. Watch 2Y work on A1's dick."

As 2Y started to lay the ground work by licking his tummy, A1 started moaning.

"Forget the foreplay," Y coached. "He is as ready as they come. Show 3Y how to get him off."