Chapter 5

Anne scanned her keycard and the lock clicked open. She put her weight against the heavy door and entered the cell. In the center of the cell was a new slave. A metal stock held her wrists and neck. The stocks were chained to the ceiling forcing the woman to balance on her toes. Another stock trapped her ankles, holding them spread apart at about a forty degree angle from the floor. Finishing the look was a bit gag, so tight, it stretched her cheeks and lips horrifyingly out of shape, while drool poured over the edges of her exposed teeth. She arrived only a day ago.

The woman’s name was Stacy and was a professional fighter in her old life. According to the collectors report she gave them quite the fight before being subdued. That was just the kind of warrior spirit Anne was looking for.

So far, Stacy was unresponsive, probably passed out from the stress, Anne took a moment to admire the woman’s body. Her slave training had not started yet, and her body remained unmarked. Except for the bruises she sustained during her capture. The woman’s body rippled with muscle, hard, compact, and ready to pounce on any opponent she faced. Her stretched position forced every fiber, and sinew, to the surface putting the woman’s Olympian physique on display.