Chapter 5: The Rules

"Alrighty!" Charlotte continued. "One more thing y'all all are just gonna have ta make yer mind ta is that y'all will be receivin' an erotic piercin'. Lucinda, show 'em yers please?" With no more reaction than if she had been asked to show the palm of her hand, Lucinda lifted her top to display a small Cyrillic letter hanging pendant from the nipple of her left breast. Charlotte said: "Thank ya, Lucinda. And just to show there's no favoritism, Ah got me one, too." She lifted her top to display a similar piercing. "Ah ain't really sure when y'all will get yers, but it's gonna happen. It hurts like the very devil and y'all can count on some yukky discharge from yer nipples fer a while efter, but once it's done, it's done and y'all won't pay it no more never mind than the piercin's in yer ears, if ya have any o' them. The General likes his girls thet a way and thet's the way it is. Su Li used ta have hers, until her last session with Dr. Arkan. She came back with no nipples, but the doctor pierced her clit while he was goin' at her. She cried for days, from the pain. We had some Motrin, but thet didn' even begin to he'p. Y'all would be smart to not make too much of a fuss about yer nipple bein' pierced, if y'all wanna know what ah think?" Again, she paused to look around the table for dissenting opinions.

"Alrighty! Now the last major issue for us is pubic hair. How many o' y'all shave yer pubic hair?" Charlotte asked.

Kristin was quick to raise her hand and offer: "I've had to shave for a bikini line since junior high. My boyfriends always like string bikini's."

Charlotte smiled and shook her head gently. "No," she said, "Ah mean how many shave yer pubic hair clean off. All o' it. " She looked around to find that none of the new women had raised their hands. "Not surprisin'! Well, y'all will from now on. Fact is, ya will shave more than thet off! No hair on yer body that don't start out on yer head. Patty, thet's armpits and legs too. No body hair, whatsoever! If any o' y'all need he'p, don' be afraid to ask. Alrighty?"

Lucinda added: "The General, he has a real thing about that. Su Li din' wanna do that when she first got here and the general let Dr. Arkan do it. He pulled her pussy hair out one hair at a time. She was screamin' for hours and she was still puffed up and sore a week later. Then, the General gave her to a squad of soldiers for a whole day. If she thought her pussy was sore to start with, she was in major hurt before they were done. You don' wanna even think about not shaving, believe me!"

Charlotte took the conversation back: "Alrighty, just take it as a given, keep it that way and ask for he'p if y'all need it. Yer gonna need to be slick as a whistle and a poor job is worse than none. Now let's leave it at that and put it on yer list as the first thang to do this morning. Ah can't say this enough: Ask for he'p if y'all need it. We girls has gotta stick together, 'cause we got nobody else. Well... we got one other, but he ain't much he'p! Hey, Mr. Camera Guy, you with us?"

I debated whether to respond to the question. I had been trying to establish a rapport with Charlotte and her women. The only concern was whether or not I might be interrupted in a "conversation" with them. I decided it was too early in the morning for the general or the few officers, who might have enough clearance, to enter the surveillance room. I took the camera located just inside their door off automatic sweep and moved it up and down in the manner of someone nodding their head.

Beth spoke out: "There's some guy watching us? You mean he could see us while we were putting our clothes on and everything? That's disgusting!"

Charlotte tried to soothe her: "Now simmer down. There ain't no privacy fer any o' us, anywhere in this place. Y'all might just as well get used ta it, right here and now. Ah know it's upsettin' ta think o' somebody peekin' at y'all ever' minute o' the day, but it works out okay, too. The General don' trust nobody, so he has everybody watched, and I do mean everybody. If'n Mr. Camera Guy had been able to warn us the General was comin', we might o' been able ta keep ol' Cheryl, God rest her soul, out of trouble. Usually he does, but he can't be there all the time. If'n I understand it right there's only the one of y'all, is that right Mr. Camera Guy?"

I nodded the camera again. The General had a hard time trying to balance his need to know what is going on in every part of the complex at any given moment against the amount of information this puts in the hands of the person doing the watching. So far he'd decided that one person was enough and together with a lot of VCR's, lots of cameras, including some even the general didn't know about, and a huge tape library, I hadn't disappointed him. Which is to say: I was still alive.

Charlotte went on: "Now let's get on ta other thangs, here." Charlotte emphasized again how the must wear their chador whenever they were away from their "assigned" area, which consisted of a suite of rooms near their dormitory. There would be no way to mistake the boundary as the only exit was heavily guarded. Within their area, they were to wear their present clothing while off duty. When they were "on duty" they would wear either lingerie or such clothing as might be required to fulfill their "dates" desires. The variety of fantasies was the reason they had been given several lockers.

Charlotte explained: "Y'all have a latex dress fer the disco room. It's got a little bitty lighted dance floor and a sound system and a disco ball with a color wheel and the mattress is covered with shiny satin. We had an imitation fur thang as sheets fer a while, but y'all don' wanna even imagine what thet was like to clean. And, o' course, y'all gotta have yer genuine Baywatch swimsuit fer the pool room."

Lucinda interrupted to add: "Don' get no ideas you're gonna be swimmin' laps. It's a big hot tub with no jacuzzi's. Exceptin' for the water they had plenty of everything else they need for a beach real close to hand. If you're workin' that room, I suggest you fuck 'em in the water. Otherwise the sand gets in everything and unless you like your insides getting scrubbed out with sand, you'll stay in the water."

"Thank ya, Lucinda! Words o' someone who's been there girls!" said Charlotte. "Now of course y'all gotta have yer harem girl outfit. Ah guess it ain't too realistic but they get a kick outta what the Americans think a harem outfit should look like."

Dana just had to add: "I'll bet I know what that's like! I was in Switzerland on a summer holiday and we came across a "Cowboy" club in this quaint little beer garden. They were all dressed up as "Cowboys and Indians", but it was sort of like they got all their ideas from Television, and then tried to make it from whatever they had to hand. It was kinda funny to see what they thought was..."

Charlotte cut her off: "Alrighty! Thet's the idea! Now let me finish here! Y'all got some of yer garter belts and stockings and thet sorta lingerie fer the cathouse room. Y'all get yer fancy long dress fer the millionaire bedroom and y'all gotta have a cheerleader outfit and yer leather outfit."

Patty perked up: "Leather? You mean we get to do domination?"

Charlotte chuckled and added: "Sorry, no. Well, not on the soldiers. They don' seem ta promote officers with them sorta interests. It's usually fer girl/girl scenes, where one o' y'all is the top and dominates the other. But yer both a bottom for the man."

Dana was quick to ask: "Where do all these clothes come from? I mean it's not like there's a Macy's next door or something, right?"

Lucinda answered: "He gets it all off the internet. You'd be surprised what you can order from there. They don' care where it ships to, if you got a credit card number. Your measurements were taken the day you were kidnapped. Your clothes will probably be here today."

Charlotte confirmed Lucinda's statement. "As a matter of fact, they are. Yer first job after this meetin' will be ta put yer new clothes away in yer lockers. Yer next job will be ta get rid o' yer pubic hair. Lucinda will get the day off from her regular schedule ta he'p y'all get settled in. Ah got a meetin' with the General and the new girls has gotta be dressed and ready per the posted schedule. Lucinda can show you where thet is."

Charlotte rose to indicate the talking was over. "Alrighty! Now thet's thet and y'all have lots to do. The General does not have a tolerance for tardiness and Ah gotta be goin'. Get yerselves put away and shaved and dressed per the schedule and don' even think o' draggin' yer feet."

Lucinda ignored the storm of questions which erupted the moment Charlotte was out of the room. She showed them a clipboard on the back of the door to their room. "Here's our schedule. It'll list a man, the room, and how much time he has with you. This is 'muy' better than what it was before Charlotte got here. The General got the original idea of a built in whorehouse from Dr. Arkan. We were each of us jus' stuck in a room with a little mattress on the floor. If the door was open, a man, mostly only one man, would come in and close the door, and do what he wanted to do until he was done doing anythin' he wanted to do to you. Then he opened the door and another one would come in and do what he wanted to do. And it went on like that for 12 to 16 hours a day, every day."

"When it got so bad that a girl couldn' stan' it no more, then she would go crazy and try to bite somebody's dick off. Or maybe she would just go limp and lie there. Some of the men, they didn' care, but most don' like that. That girl would be for Dr. Arkan to play with. A lot of them... , they din' come back when they went to play with him." Lucinda paused to be certain the women surrounding her understood her last phrase. Rapt attention came from each of them.