Prologue
Vanya, hair as black as a raven, and eyes shining like an emerald in the sun, is standing outside of an old brick building. It almost looks abandoned being on an empty street, over grown grass with weeds carpeting most of the concrete sidewalk, but after doing a double take for the address, this is the place. She walks up the three steps to the front door and knocks rather roughly.
There is a mechanical whiz that can be heard from somewhere above her, but she can’t seem to locate the noise with her eyes.
A few seconds later, the front door opens just enough for a head to poke out. There is a woman who looks to be in her mid to late forties, with thin streaks of gray starting around her ears and slight wrinkles at the corners of her lapis blue eyes.
“Hello, my name is Vanya,” the raven beauty stuck her hand out to shake the ladies, “I am here for an interview with Minx,” she declared. The lady opened the door wide and shook Vanya’s hand. When their hands touched, Vanya got a funny feeling in her gut, like she shouldn’t be there.
“Yes, I have been expecting you. Come on in.” Minx invited her, stepping out of the doorway to let her in.
Contrary to the outside, the inside looks well kept. The cream walls and gold sconces make the place feel warm. The real wood floors are a good medium and the minimalist rug in the other room matches comfortably with the off-white couch, chair set. Vanya stepped to the side of the hallway to let Minx show her the way, and she gestured for her to go have a seat in the living space.
Honestly, she felt like she was at her late grandma’s house rather than an interview.
“Would you like any tea? Coffee?” Minx asked.
“Tea please,” she answered and watched Minx walk into the kitchen. Not long after she disappeared, she came back with two cups of steaming water and sat them down on the little wooden coffee table in front of the couch.
“I was already boiling the water before you got here. Now, are you ready?” she asked. Vanya started to relax slightly with the homey feel of this interview. She nodded her head yes after dipping her tea bag in the water and added sugar.
“How did you hear about us?”Minx started.
“I found the company surfing the internet for a job,” Vanya stated.
“Have you ever done data entry before?”
“Lightly, as an accounting clerk,”
“What are your greatest strengths and weaknesses?” Vanya took a sip of her tea to stall on how to answer efficiently. Forgetting the tea was hot, she choked a little bit and burnt her tongue.
“Oh, I am sorry. I forgot it was hot,” she grabbed at a napkin and missed slightly. Squinting her eyes, she grabbed at the napkins again and finally got a purchase on one.
“What was the question again?” She asked while whipping at a spot on her white shirt.
“I asked, how many partners have you had,” Vanya thought it was a weird question for a professional interview but found herself answering anyway.
“None,” she was confused but brain fog was taking over. She was having a hard time thinking straight and felt her mouth going dry. She reached for the cup of tea and took another sip to get rid of the cottonmouth.
“Are you a virgin?”
“Yes,” her voice sounded far away even to her ears.
“Do you have any living family?”
“Grandma died a year ago,”
“Ok, your hired. I just need you to sign this document and we can get started with the onboarding process,” Minx put the clipboard in Vanya’s hand along with a pen and helped her sign her name.
“She’s ready!” The shout was loud, making Vanya jump slightly at the noise. Her eyes started to feel heavy and her body didn’t seem to respond to anything she wanted it to do.
A tall man walked into the room with a small bag on his shoulder.
“What’s going on?” she slurred as the man drew closer.
He knelt down in front of her and opened his bag. He firmly grabbed her wrist, knowing that she is still completely conscious but moldable and groggy, just how she is supposed to be. He wrapped a leather cuff around both of her wrists and ankles before clipping the wrists together as well as the ankles.
He looked her over, finding the tea stain still wet on her shirt, making it see through to the white lace bra underneath.
“It’s going to be hard to keep the workers off of her while being a virgin. She will be able to go for the highest bid if we keep her innocence,”
“So, keep her separated. I will talk to Delany about how she wants us to proceed with her. She is the first virgin right?”
The tall man, Caden, nodded his head in confirmation. Of all the girls they have captured, she is the first virgin to walk through these walls. Without being able to help himself, he bent down again, pushed her back against the couch and hiked her thin maxi skirt up past her knees.
“Caden! You just said we needed to keep her innocence. What are you doing?” Minx whisper shouted.
“I am just checking something,” he said lowly, moving his hand between her legs, finding her covered heat. He wanted to know if she was wearing a matching set. What he finds is a laced thong, matching her white laced bra. He smiled at the thought, knowing what to get her when the right time comes.
“Let me finish restraining her and then I will take her to Hazael,” he said, removing his hand.
To finish restraining her, he put a blindfold over her eyes, a ball-gag in her mouth and connected the wrists to the ankles before scooping her up by her middle and putting her on his shoulder. He walks to the back of the building, steps outside and goes to the storm shelter.
There are three different levels to this storm shelter. Level one was the profile. They took pictures of the captured, filled their names, physical characteristics and post their price. Level two is where the gynecological exam and tracker incision takes place and finally, level three is the showers and holding cells.
Caden un-cuffed her but left the blindfold and gag in place before stripping her down to her lace undergarments. This saved them from having to dress her into the same kind of under garments. They took a couple photos her restrained on a cross, spread over a bench and her kneeling with her knees open. Taking her down to level two, they did a wellness check and installed a small tracker in her wrist before putting on a wrist label with her profile in the code and name above the code.
Delany walked down to the second level right as they finished the normal procedure and looked Vanya over before glancing at Hazael for confirmation.
“Yes, she is as assumed. A virgin,” she responded.
“Triple her price and put her in the padded cell. Only three people will be allowed in. Andre, myself and you, Caden. No one else is allowed near her as they might deface her value,” with that she walked out of the storm shelter all together and contacted Andre.
“Yes?” He asked with a heavy sigh.
“Sir, we have our very first virgin. I have them putting her in the padded cell and tripled her price. Her pictures have been sent to you,” Delany was the second in command for this operation. Andre appreciated the cutthroat attitude she carried. He created her for this position, as his past submissive training to be a dominatrix, she valued the pleasure of others before her own, even if that was selling others to make that happen.
“Mhmm, good,” he paused, but Delany knew that sound, as she used to make him make that sound.
“I will let you go. Call me when your finished.” She said before hanging up the phone.
Ten Months Later
“Lets go!” Yells an older bald man into the female showers. There is an array of woman in these showers from large to small and young to middle aged. In the time of her being there, a lot of new faces have come and a lot of known faces have left. Its been a constant rotation. She always wondered when it would be her turn to leave this cave like place, not knowing how long time has passed or when the sun is up and the moon is setting and vises versa. All she knows is that the captives here, while not harmless but not aggressive, have been grooming the captured for something.
She has been taught how to cook a lot of different types of cuisines, how to clean anything and everything that needs to be cleaned in a house and she has even had extensive teachings in how to pleasure others. She has noticed that she is the only one getting extra trainings, as others go into the room and return about an hour after, when she is in there for what feels like more then one hour. She is always counting in her subconscious. Counting the seconds every time she is in the room, learning about hand jobs and proper blow jobs, how to be completely submissive.
Today is no different, there is a new face being brought to her cell after she has come back from the showers, she has bright red hair, vibrant hazel eyes and a skinny body in black lace undergarments. Her hands are bound in front of her by cuffs and she has a gag over mouth. Its the typical arrival attire in this place. The undergarments are the only articles of clothing they get to wear and they are either always lace or just straps, like a g-string and another string with two circles to cover the nipples of the boobs. Sometimes as a punishment, they are not permitted to wear any clothing.
Hazael isn’t far behind the new girl as they unlock the other side of the cell not open to the showers and deposit the new comer on the bed across from Vanya, taking the gag off, followed by the cuffs only to be restrained to the bed. One of the guys accompanying them looked to Vanya in her white strings and pointed to her bed. She obediently got on her bed, waiting for them to restrain her as well. It is wax day. Hazael only comes down here when it is time for everyone to get waxed. She comes to each cell individually with a travel cart consisting of a wax warmer of hard wax and another warmer of soft wax and strips. Hard wax for the pubic hair while the soft wax is for everything else.
it took a total of forty-five minutes for her to do both the new girl and Vanya before she was slipping out of the cell, to the next. The guy that restrained them to the beds went to the single drawer that stored the lingerie, taking everything out, placing it into a small plastic ben before taking the strings Vanya was wearing and the lace off the new girl, placing them into the ben and left. They never left the girls wear any clothing after the waxing to let the pores close without getting ingrown hairs.
Soon, food comes around, just a liquid broth in a bowl and some bread with a glass of water. The captures are acting a little weird, watching everyone in the cells as the food is being passed around, which is unusual behavior. Normally they pass the food around and leave everyone alone.
Halfway through her bowl, Vanya starts to feel a little weird. Her limbs feel heavy and numb, her eyelids are getting heavy and she has a bad brain fog. Like she can’t remember what she was doing a minute ago. She puts her bowl down and climbs into her bed, under the thin sheet and goes to sleep.
