Chapter 2

Connie awoke to the sound of voices nearby. She couldn’t make out what they were saying, something was covering her ears. As her senses came back she felt that something was covering her whole head. She was also naked, and her skin was damp.

“Yeah, cleaned real good,” The voices were closer now. The one speaking sounded like one of those enforcers from old Mafia movies. “No tats, nothing. She’s also been shaved.” Then the man with the East Coast accent got defensive.

“Hey! I didn’t shave her, she came that way.” There was a slight note of panic behind his words. “Tell him she got her already shaved. Like she did it herself or had a waxing a few days ago.” There was a jingling of keys as it seemed the man turned and walked closer.

“She’s awake,” he said, grabbing the bars and shaking them. “Welcome to your new home,” he said, then chuckled. “I’ll be back to give you the introductory tour in a few minutes.” He laughed out loud, and the two walked away, and a door slammed shut. Connie sighed into her hood, sleep took her again.

“Hey!” the sudden exclamation startled Connie awake. “Rise and shine Buttercup, it’s indoctrination time. He said the last slowly and deliberately, almost as if he didn’t know the word, or maybe he was just emphasizing it.

Connie rolled around, as the cell opened and closed, but stopped as a large hand slipped into her armpit and pulled. She was instantly sitting up. When he yanked the hood off of her head, her eyes stung from the sudden light.

“Shake it off, girlie,” he said. “We got work to do.” She began to focus and could see that her jailer was a large man indeed. He had dark, close-cropped hair, was clean-shaven, with a large square jaw, and every place she looked he was heavily muscled.

“You can call me Jake,” he told her. “and you, are Whore thirty-three.”

Connie harrumphed and said, “My name is Connie.” at that Jake stood and stepped back. He pulled out a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on. Connie grinned and said, “Gloves? Are you afraid of touching women?”

Connie barely saw Jake move, as his ham fist connected with her abdomen and sunk in hard and fast, knocking the wind out of her. “Lesson One,” he yelled, and his voice echoed through the whole area. “Punishment is swift and sure.”

He stood again and towered over her as she nursed her aching gut. Jake cracked his knuckles then said, “No, I ain’t afraid of touching women. The gloves are so I don’t leave bruises on you when I inevitably have to correct your behavior.” then he punched the palm of his other hand.

“Get up,” Jake ordered, and Connie stood slowly, still nursing her midsection. Jake motioned to the cell door and said, “Go on, go look around, get it out of your system now.” Connie cautiously walked past him and out into an area the size of a small warehouse. Cages like hers bolted to all the walls except one.