Chapter 4

Both were still stark Naked, and Jake didn’t seem to be concerned about it, Jake led Connie to a stark white container. When he opened the door, she could see a small room inside. Upon entering, she found herself in a small room with Jake. With barely enough room to stand shoulder to shoulder, she saw a door across from them and a sign on the door in bright red letters on a white background.

“REMOVE ALL CLOTHING, PRESS BUTTON, ONE PERSON AT A TIME ONLY!”

†That was when Connie noticed the green button below the sign. It glowed eerily. Jake pushed her forward toward the door. “Push the Button,” he ordered. Connie complied, and the door hissed, before opening for her. “Go in!” Jake ordered. As she did, the door closed behind her and she screamed.

Once the door sealed, Connie was sprayed from all directions with hot water, that contained some sort of soap or cleanser. The spray lasted about two minutes, then she was blasted with warm air from all directions. A mechanical voice from nowhere then said;

“SANITIZE CYCLE COMPLETE: YOU MAY ENTER.”

A door in front of her opened and Connie stepped through. She stood there staring at her surroundings and heard water spraying behind her, and figured Jake must be undergoing the same cleaning. There was no other noise, so she assumed Jake was used to it. A few minutes later he stepped in behind her and shoved her forward rather roughly.

Jake pointed to the cells attached to the wall on their left. “That’s your new home for the duration of this phase,” he stated. She could see shadows moving around in other cells. He moved her toward them with another shove. “ Jake pointed next to a white wall with a single door to the right. “Two rules,” he told her. “No talking, Period! And what’s behind that door is none of your business Yet.”

He led Connie to an open cell and pushed her in. It consisted of a small, twin bed, a toilet, a sink, and a small bedside tray. “Someone will bring you supplies in a while,” he told her. “You get two meals a day, six in the morning and six at night.” He slammed the door to the cell shut and locked it with a loud clanging sound.

Jake turned and left, without saying another word. Connie heard the outer door slam shut. She sat on her bed, hands in her lap, and pondered her situation. Wondering what she had done to end up here, and who these people were. But mostly, wondering what was to become of her now. She had been raped, over and over since being taken, and all of them had only used her for his pleasure.

Sometime later, Connie heard several sets of footfalls enter the larger chamber and headed toward her cell. When the door opened, a tall female in a police-style uniform stepped in. She walked over to her bed and looked down at her with a predatory grin.

The Guard wasn’t unattractive, in Connie’s estimation, just a bit masculine. The black uniform and utility belt didn’t help either. She glared at Connie and stated in a low, menacing voice. “Get your candy ass up and stand facing the far wall,” Connie looked puzzled for a moment but then stood.

“Move it Toots I haven’t got all Day!” shouted the guard, who then swatted Connie on the ass, hard. This caused Connie to yelp out loud in surprise. The guard grabbed her by the arm suddenly and jerked her back. The guard slammed Connie’s back against the nearest wall and lifted her by her neck. Not only was this woman strong, but she was taller by at least a foot.

They were nearly nose to nose now, and the guard spoke to Connie in a low, menacing voice. “Subject Thirty-Three,” she began. “I know you were instructed to remain silent,” the guard’s voice took on a more chilling quality then. “If you are unable to comply, we will take measures to ensure compliance.” She suddenly grinned and planted a deep kiss on Connie’s lips, forcing her mouth open.

The kiss might have been somewhat erotic, however, the guard suddenly sucked Connie’s tongue into her mouth and began to bite down hard. Connie could feel the woman’s teeth digging into her soft tissue and felt a sudden flow of warm metallic fluid. It was her blood. Connie began to panic and started thrashing as blood filled her mouth.

The guard released her tongue and pulled her face away. Then spat a mouthful of blood into Connie’s face. “You need not speak to complete this phase, therefore you do not need a tongue,” said the grinning giant of a woman. “You can be fed in other ways.” Connie was set on her feet and escorted to the far wall and had her back placed against it.

“We’ve only had to remove a subject’s tongue, once before,” she groped Connie’s breasts, then nodded with approval. “Now stay put until the QM is finished, and we’ll get you some real food.” The guard’s hand roamed down and began to finger Connie’s naked pussy. She stiffened at the touch. “Let’s hope you stay on solid food,” the guard said, with a chuckle, then walked away.

Connie watched as the man called QM opened his satchel, pulled out a fitted sheet, and proceeded to cover the mattress with it. After which he laid a plain, unfitted white sheet over that, and aligned it with the top of the mattress. Next came a gray blanket that looked woolen. He placed it over the white sheet and dragged it down about a third of the way toward the foot of the bed.

Methodically, he folded the white sheet down over the top edge of the blanket, then began to tuck the end under the foot of the mattress. Once done he flipped the sides up onto the mattress and tucked the bottom corner under the mattress. Next, he flipped the sides back down and tucked them in as well. Next, he fitted a pillowcase over a small pillow and laid it at the head of the bed.

A Roll of toilet paper and a pack of wet wipes were placed on the toilet tank. A bar of soap was placed on the sink and a small hand towel hung on the hook beside the sink. That done, QM picked up his satchel and left the cell. The guard walked back over to Connie now and lifted her again. She began kissing Connie, but without biting this time.

The guard fingered Connie’s pussy and ass, played with her tits and nipples a little, then sat Connie down on the bed. Connie was panting now and excited by the brief foreplay. “Damn!” exclaimed the guard. “You taste good,” Then she laughed. “I wish I had a cock to fuck you with.” As she walked out and locked the cell, she said. “If you need anything, be sure to keep your mouth shut!”

Connie heard the guard leave and close the outer door behind her. She got up and looked out of the small window cut out of the door. She couldn’t see much, except the door across from the cells. She saw shadows reflected on the white wall, moving back and forth. Other “Subjects” she assumed.

Connie’s sleep was fitful, and by the next morning, she was having great difficulty breathing. She began forcing herself to breathe through her nose. It seemed her tongue was severely swollen from the bite the guard had given her. At this point, she couldn’t speak if she wanted to, so instead she began pounding on the cell door.

There was a brief stir from the other cells, but only moments later they were silent again. The far door suddenly slammed open and the guard from the previous day stormed in and headed straight for Connie’s cell. She unlocked and threw open the door, moving inside fast, and without warning or hesitation backhanded Connie across the face.

Connie staggered back from the impact and fell to the floor. “What the Fuck is wrong with you, Princess?” the guard yelled. “Do you want to be punished?” Connie looked up at her, tears in her eyes, and opened her mouth. The guard squinted for a moment and then laughed.