Chapter 3

Anne walked into the conference room and took her usual seat. The slave trainer always sat two seats to the right of Dominique who, of course, would sit at the head of the table once she arrived. The seats were comfortable, corporate, and under different circumstances this might be any boardroom meeting. Anne scanned the faces already present around the table. Dominique’s administration, all women, all kidnapped at some point over the past decade just as Anne had been. Like Anne, these women enjoyed special status, as trustees, and were mostly free within the underground compound. But, make no mistake, they were prisoners, and slaves, the collar they were required to wear served as a constant reminder of that fact.

The “cabinet” as it could be called was made up of a; chief of staff, ob-gyn, medical doctor, dentist, security chief, processing secretary, and finally herself the training secretary. Each of the department heads had worker slaves and lower ranked trustees who answered directly to them in each department. It was quite the organization, she had to admit, and the reason no one ever escaped and why the authorities could not do anything to help them.

The women talked amongst themselves while they waited for Dominique to arrive. The oldest of them was Robin who served as chief of staff and recently turned forty. She was the gateway to getting to Dominique and guarded that power like a hungry dog. Anne’s eyes fell on the one chair that remained empty, Melanie, The Foundation dentist would normally have sat there. Anne forced herself to look away not wanting to think about her now.

Her eyes inadvertently met one of the worker slaves standing in the four corners of the room. The slave averted her eyes to the floor, immediately, as she was trained. The slaves shaved head caught the light as she dropped her gaze. Her stiletto boots that forced the slave to stand at all times on the balls of her feet clicked against the hard floor as the girl shivered hoping Anne did not notice her. An infraction that could bring severe punishment if Anne chose to follow up on it. She saw the shackles on the girls wrists and ankles, chainless for now so the girl can serve them if need be, and wondered what she had been in her old life. Anne tried to remember, but could not, she had broken so many girls like her over the years.

Dominique entered, and the room fell silent all eyes going to the tall powerful woman as she sauntered to her seat. “Good morning, everyone.” Dominique said, and one of the worker slaves began to type furiously as the meeting began. “Let’s get started, secretary Greta, I heard one of your collectors had a difficult night.”

“Yes ma’am, collector Gregory and his apprentice had some difficulty and were forced to deviate from their original plan. But it worked out in the end. Their collections are being processed as we speak.” Greta, the beautiful Norwegian woman that oversaw the processing of all new arrivals and the collector corps. Hers was the step just before they were handed to Anne for training.

“Very good, and secretary Aralyn what do you have to report?” Aralyn was The Foundations Ob-gyn and had a busy time inspecting every pussy in the organization.

“I don’t have any outbreaks to report but we are running low on antibiotics which help with that,” Aralyn reported.