The Villa Ch. 02

"And if I say no?" She asked him again, this little game starting to annoy her.

"Then I won't" He said simply.

"Then no. I'm tired." She looked up and down this frail little man. "And quite frankly, you disgust me. I really couldn't stand that thought of you fucking me." She could barely believe she said it to him, but it was true, and she didn't feel threatened by him at all.

He nodded simply, like he was expecting her to say it. He looked around the room and picked up her discarded top and bottom.

"May I take these?" He asked her.

She looked at the cum stained bottoms. They weren't really hers, and she didn't want to wear them again. "Only if you wear them on your way out."

This put a smile on his face, and he happily put them on before dressing the rest of the way. When he was done, he knocked on the door. It opened, and he exited.

The day kept on getting stranger and stranger. Alone at last, she thought. She was famished, but there was no food. Even though she orgasmed, the sight and feel of his tongue over her still made her feel ill. Combine that with the exercise and the fucking earlier in the morning, she got up and went straight for the shower.

She spent a long time in the shower, slowly turning the hot water up and up until it was almost scalding. She was careful not to let the water hit the whip marks on her arm. She thought she should clean them, but the water made it sting. She washed her body vigorously with the soap, trying to clean every inch and wash the dirt and grime off. She knew most of the dirt and grime was far more then something superficial on her skin that she could wash off, it was much deeper, it was emotional, but it didn't stop her from trying.

She was conflicted on how she hated these men, she hated what they forced her to do, and yet at the same time, she always gave in, gave into what they wanted, gave in to the ecstasy they provided her body. Why was there a piece of her that had to like it, why couldn't she be cold and frigid.

These were the thoughts running her head as she finally turned the shower off, stepping out as she remembered there were no towels. Just another way to wreck what could have been a refreshing shower. She froze as she got out as Horace was in her room, sitting on her bed, waiting for her. What now she wondered, couldn't they just leave her alone.

He tossed her a towel and then presented her a dining tray with food on it. She was getting used to these men seeing her naked, she used the towel to dry off, but didn't bother to cover up. Horace sat there in silence and watched her.

When she was dry, she sat down on the bed beside him as he lifted the lid from the food on the tray. The smell immediately made her stomach cry out in hunger. He motioned for her to dig in, and she didn't have to bed asked twice.

There were steamed vegetables, rice, soup and a steamed chicken breast. It wasn't the best food she had tasted, but it wasn't bad either. It probably helped that she was starving. As she begun eating, he finally spoke.

"I've been impressed with you Jayde." She was still not used to this new name, she didn't like it, but in a way it helped her believe who she was in here was someone else, someone different then Ashley. She wondered if that was why they did it. "The word back from your suitors today is that they were very pleased with your performances, and you may have some repeat customers. However, the next time someone like Rufus asks to take your under garments home, be sure to ask him for some money for them. Guys like him are here to be dominated, and that includes financial domination."

She stopped chewing as she heard these words as her eyes scanned the room. Were there cameras watching everything that happened in here? Of course there were, she would be naive to think otherwise. A chill went through her body thinking about there being a video record of the things she had done that day. She forced a swallow with the food she had in her mouth and replied, "Why would I care if you are able to pull more money out of these guys? You hold me here against my will, make me do ... unspeakable things ... and you expect me to try and up-sell these guys? Is this the McDonalds of slavery, you want me to up-sell them a blow job with every rape?"

At this, Horace let out a maniacal laugh, he was thoroughly amused. "No Jayde, I don't want you to up-sell every guy. Most would be pissed off if you did, and you'd probably get a good whooping if you did. They pay to get in the door, and after that expect everything served on a silver platter. Be willing and don't break the illusion for them. But there are some types, like Rufus, who come here for it. You will learn over time who those guys are. And as to why you would up-sell for me, well, the answer is simple, the faster you work off your husbands debts, the sooner you can leave here."

This was the first time a ray of hope opened in the pit of her stomach since she got here. A light at the end of the tunnel, though she was reluctant to believe it. "You mean you are going to let me go just like that? No strings attached? What if I run to the cops or something like that?"

"Most judges, cops, politicians are customers. They get a discounted rate for ... help from time to time. Besides, what are you going to say? You have no idea where you are, who we are, who the customers are. What are you going to tell these people, where are you going to tell them to look. We will be fine when we let you go, no worries on that."

Ashley was skeptical, she wasn't naive, she knew that hope was a powerful thing, that her captors may be giving it to her to make her more willing. She would play along for now, see what information she could get from him. "How long will I stay here, how much do I need to ... work off?"

"Depends on you, really. What you are willing to do, what customers take a liking to you. Your husband owes us around $75,000. The high end earners can make that in as little as a couple of weeks to a few months. Most girls are here voluntarily and stay for 2 - 3 months out of the year, then leave for the rest of the year. They make enough to live a pretty lavish lifestyle. Some girls have decided to stay here full time, but those aren't really here for the money. Now, take Rufus for example, he left you $1,000 for his time here today, not bad for what, a half hour's worth of work? For your morning session, you made $500, that is after our cut. We need to house, train, clothe, and feed you after all. Longer and more ... extreme sessions would net you more money."

This was a lot to take in. She of course had a million questions, but there have been a couple that have been burning a hole in her mind since the morning. "Do I have a choice when it comes to protected sex or birth control? I mean, what happens if I get pregnant?"

"The guys who pay our rates aren't interested in using condoms. Everyone is continuously screened and tracked. We have an extremely low rate of STDs, and have never come across anything that isn't curable. If you want them to use condoms, that means being a regular whore in our brothels. There you might make a couple hundred a session. If you take into account the interest that is accumulating on the debt, you are lucky if you break even each week. Some of the men here don't care if you are on birth control or not, but there is a premium if you aren't for those that like the added risk. And if you do get pregnant, well, there is a whole other group of men who will pay a premium to be with you then. We are interested in getting this debt cleared up as soon as possible. Your husband said you always wanted a child when we went over the checklist of what you'd be doing here."

Her jaw dropped open, but then she wasn't sure what she was going to say. A tear formed in her eye, and she wasn't sure if she trusted her voice to speak. To think of Tom going over a checklist, deciding what she would and wouldn't be doing in here. She absolutely hated him. "What happens to the child if I become pregnant?"

Horace shrugged his shoulders. "Some what negotiable. There are a few options. If you are really against having it and don't want the preggo sex, an abortion can be arranged. If you carry it to term, extra money can be made selling it for adoption. Wealthy couples who can't have kids will pay a nice sum to bypass the normal process. It is a nice side business for us. In some cases, the girls decide they want to keep it. The amount of choice you have will be dependant on how much is still owed when and if it happens. I wouldn't worry about it too much for now. "

Ashley wiped the tear from her eye. She had always wanted kids, but like this? With these strange men. Certainly not the way she had envisioned it. "What happens next? I sit in this dingy little room, wait for the door to unlock, satisfy whatever kink they have, do the exercises, then repeat the whole thing?" Her voice trembled as she said it. What kind of existence was it?

"Not exactly. Today was a sort of proving grounds, and you passed. You are graduating to the next step. You are going to be given more freedom to roam the compound and bigger quarters. Kneel down in front of me."

She let out a sigh, a mixture of fear and curiosity about what was going to happen next. Half of her was thrilled that she passed and was graduating, the other half of her hated herself for it. She got up off the bed and kneeled in front of him, her piercing eyes looking up at him, waiting for whatever was coming.

He pulled out a silver metallic collar that shone in the light. It was circular in the mid section and it opened wide to slip around her neck. He closed it around her and locked it with a small object, about 2 inches in length, which he had pulled from his pocket. Once locked, it looked seamless and easily spun around her neck.

"This will mark you as a Rank 2 girl. The staff will tell you if you ever go somewhere you aren't cleared for. There is a GPS inside that tracks your movements. We will also know if you take it off. That will set off alarms and you won't like what happens when you are found with it off. And make no mistake, you will be found. You are going to have the next two days off from clients to rest and recover. You will still be expected to attend the mandatory exercise sessions. There are other voluntary activities you can attend to keep you busy. Two nights from now is our monthly soiree. Not all girls get to go to these, but there is some interest in you from up top. You've been noticed. This is a good thing. Girls can make anywhere from 5 - 10k a night at these things. It will make a decent dent in clearing what you owe, and if they like you, you will be invited back."

Her hands reached up and felt the collar now around her neck. It was smooth and cold on her skin. It wasn't exactly heavy, but there was enough weight there for it to be a constant reminder of its presence. "What will happen at this soiree? Can you tell me so that I'm ready?" she asked him.

Horace stood up and as he did his hands closed around her collar and lifted her with him. "Nope, your first night there is to be a surprise. That is part of the fun." He gave hew a wry smile as he slapped her bare ass. "Come, lets get you to your new room."

He let go of the collar and began to walk out of the room, expecting her to follow. She stood there for a few seconds, thinking she should protest, not wanting to give in to what they wanted. Then she looked around the cramped quarters. She had nothing there, there were no possessions, no clothes. She also realized she would again be naked as she walked through the compound. She clenched her jaw and sighed. She didn't want to stay in these cramped quarters, she would follow him, again mad at herself for giving in.

She was led out of the maze of rooms and they came up to a door that was close to the gym. He pushed his thumb to a plate by the door which read his fingerprint and there was an audible unlocking sound. He opened the door and ushered her in.

Once inside, it was a stark contrast to where she had just been. While the other area had a feel of a vast warehouse, inside here was more ... civilized. The walls were a light brown accompanied by a rich laminate flooring. The walls were adorned with modern lights down the hallway. The feeling was warmth rather then cold and dreary. He led her down the hallway where they passed a collection of doors, each with numbers and letters on them. They stopped at a door labelled B5.

He opened the door without having to unlock it and she followed him inside. He hit the lights on the wall, and the area illuminated. There were no windows, but it was a lot more spacious then her previous quarters. She had to estimate it at 600 square feet. There was a large bed on one wall, raised up on a carpeted platform. There was a couch and love seat that sat in front of a TV with a coffee table. There was a small hot tub on the other side of the room encased in nice, rich looking black tiles. There was no kitchen, but there was a small fridge and some cupboards. There was also an antique wooden dresser.

She wandered around the room, and took it all in. Everything was open in the one area with the exception of the washroom. She poked her head in, and saw a toilet, a pedestal sink with a mirror, and a nice shower with a steam option.

"Welcome home. The doors here don't lock, so you have the run of the place. Common courtesy to stay out of the other girls rooms, so remember which one is yours. You have free reign of this portion of the compound. Don't try to exit anywhere that is locked, we will know immediately if you do. The rest, well you will figure it out as you go. You have the rest of the day today, all day tomorrow, and the soiree is the following night. Be well rested for it, you are going to need your energy."

Horace didn't wait for a response, and exited the room, leaving her alone. She took her time and examined everything in the room. The fridge was filled with juice and bottled water. The washroom was stocked with perfumes, soap and shampoo, she noted the lack of razors or knives, but there was a generous supply of tampons. She shuddered a little when she saw a couple of enema kits. She began rummaging through the dresser. There was an assortment of lingerie, lace, leather, and even latex. There was nothing that she would consider "normal" clothing, but it was all in her size. She found a top and bottom similar to what she wore to the yoga class in the morning and put it on. It wasn't much, but it was better then being naked.

She sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. There was nothing but porn on every channel. She wasn't much in the mood for that and shut it off. She contemplated leaving her room and exploring the rest of the area she was in, but decided she had had enough for one day. She slipped under the covers of her bed, and huddled inside of them. She would cry herself to sleep. She was alone, scared, and the fear of what awaited her the next day gave her nightmares all night long.