Chapter 3: June 18th - 8:30 PM

Kiko waited the five minutes as ordered and entered Nikki’s cell. Both girls were of course hysterical.

Kiko spoke first, “I know it must be a shock for you to hear that, it was for me too. When Madame Hardings first told me that, I didn’t believe it. I thought she must be crazy.”

“How can we get out of here, will you help us? It seems that you are allowed to roam freely.” Inquired Nikki, finally able to compose herself for a moment.

“Of course I can’t help you. That is completely out of the question. I would be punished severely. I think it would be wise for both of you to forget about escaping; that I assure you is quite impossible. What both of you need to do now is start preparing yourself for what is going to happen tomorrow. The “treatments”, if you can call them that, are most unpleasant and you need to be focused on them, not on getting out of here.”

“What are you talking about? What they are going to do?” Kate begged.

“I wish I could tell you more, but I am again not allowed to discuss any actions with Level One slaves.”

“What do you mean Level One”?

“Level One girls are all new inmates. They are all new girls, like you, who are beginning to go through the break-in phase of your training. All girls brought here must go through it. The Mistress must be absolutely certain that you are ready to submit before sending you down to Level 2. No one goes into the chamber without agreeing to it first, no one. This will be the most difficult part of your stay here. These next few weeks you will be repeatedly subjected to cruel and unusual torments designed to break your body as well as your spirit.” The girls stared on in disbelief. #277 was so matter-of-fact in her manner; it sent chills down both of their spines.

“What happens after that? What is Level 2?” Nikki managed to ask, still not believing her ears.

“I gave into them. I had to we all do eventually. I knew that I could not escape and there was no hope of being rescued. It was the hardest decision I ever had to make in my life, but finally I agreed to surrender myself, and my body to them. It was the scariest decision I ever made, and it will be for you too. Every girl brought here must make that decision for herself. They will keep punishing you until you give into them. Once I did, Madam Hardings told me that everything would be all right, and it has been. I am now a special liaison here on Level One; I get to meet all new girls when they are first brought in. It is an important job. I work for Madam Hardings. We both want to help you, and all the other new girls, adjust to your new environment here. It is difficult; I know that as well as anyone as I have been through it. It doesn’t have to be so bad if you accept it as I did. I will help you in any way that I can, but my primary goal is to make you sure you understand that resisting serves no one. It is best to give them what they want.”

The girls sat in their cells both unable to speak, #277 was not surprised. Most of the girls she had this little talk with were too stunned to say anything, so she continued: “I will stay here until Mistress is satisfied my training is complete and I am ready to be sold at the auction. When the right buyer is found, I will be shipped off to my new owner. I look forward to it. It is what I have been trained to do.”

At last Nikki stood up and glared at the Japanese girl and shook her head. She would never give in like this cowardly little oriental bitch. Kate, however, wasn’t nearly as convinced; she was by no means as tough her older sister.

The younger girl then asked: “Why us?”

“I asked that question too, many times. ‘Why me?’ I was given the same answer every time; I was young and pretty and had a look that other women would surely find desirable. I was told that the world is full of rich lesbians that are willing to pay anything for those girls with these qualities.”

“Kate, stop talking to her!!!” screamed Nikki. “She is the enemy; she only wants to hurt us. We will get out of here, I promise.”

#277 didn’t argue, she didn’t say anything; she merely nodded and smiled to herself at such a naive comment. She exited the cell, locking the door behind her.

The sisters walked over to the bars separating their cells and attempted to hold hands, but the chains attached to their collars would not stretch far enough, another cruel psychological ploy devised by the Mistress. Nikki tried to whisper words of encouragement to her sister, to be strong, but even she was beginning to have her doubts.