In a way, Krissy wished that they had stuck her in an old jail cell. The little room they kept her in was just comfortable enough to make the misery of her circumstances so much worse. If she was kept in a bare cell, she would know beyond doubt, every minute of every day, that she was a captive animal, kept to be trained and used. Instead, she had a comfortable bed, her own tiny bathroom, and absolutely nothing to do whenever she wasn’t undergoing training, or visiting the doctor.
They did take good care of her. She saw the doctor regularly, though she didn’t like it. She was an older woman with an evil glint in her eyes behind those thick glasses she wore, and long-fingered hands that were never, ever warm. The pelvic exams that she submitted Krissy to were invasive and thoroughly unpleasant, especially since there were always at least two men nearby, watching the procedure. Even worse, the doctor had declared Krissy finally fit for ‘full use’ just that morning. Krissy guessed that it was morning, anyway. She’d been hauled off to the doctor’s shortly after she’d woken up from sleep, examined thoroughly at both ends and everywhere else, and then made to walk back to her cell by the same two men who had watched her get examined. At least they had given her a good breakfast. Unlike the dog-food-textured tasteless stuff she usually got, it had been actual scrambled eggs, with what tasted like bland white cheese mixed in. They never gave her a fork or a spoon to eat with, but for once they hadn’t insisted that she eat directly out of the bowl like a dog. She’d used her hands, licking her fingers and even the bowl in order to get every last delicious bit. It was an uncommon kindness from them, and she wondered what she would have to do to pay for it.
Lying on her bed, she examined all the parts of her body that she could see. The welts and bruises were all gone now, though her round little ass still had twinges now and then.
‘Full use’. She shuddered as she recalled the doctor’s words. They had been using her pretty regularly up to now as it was, except that it was always oral sex. Sometimes it was just one man, sometimes two or three in a row, and always with someone watching and telling her what to do, or how hard to do it. She hated it all. She loathed it all. And she submitted to it all for fear of what might happen if she refused, which made her loathe herself for being so weak.
She heard the outer door of her cell start to open and immediately scrambled down off of her bed and onto the pad, assuming the pose she had been ordered to assume. On her knees and elbows, her back arched, her legs spread, her ass and pussy the first thing visible to anyone entering. She heard men laughing nastily as they entered her cell. She steeled herself for whatever would come next and surreptitiously peered back between her legs. She saw four pairs of men’s shoes, and the hands and knees of another woman as she crawled up towards Krissy.
This was something new, and Krissy was sure that she wouldn’t like it. She stayed in place until the crawling woman disappeared from her view somewhere up in front of her.
“Head up, bitch,” Krissy heard Gabriel order. Warily, Krissy raised her head and found herself almost nose to nose with Wendy. Wendy wasn’t wearing the chains that she always did when she was the bath attendant here. In fact, she wasn’t wearing anything at all except for a thin leather collar around her slender neck. There was a light chain leash attached to the collar. Wendy looked apprehensive.
“Keep still, bitch,” Gabriel said. Krissy obeyed as he squatted down next to her and buckled a matching collar around her neck. This was just looking worse and worse from Krissy’s point of view. She waited for Gabriel to put a leash on her collar, but he didn’t. Instead, he removed the one on Wendy’s. Then he straightened up and walked out of Krissy’s cell, followed by the other men. Krissy heard the inner barred door shut, then the solid wooden outer one.
“What is this?” she asked Wendy in a whisper. Wendy hesitated, looked away, swallowed, looked back.
“It’s…” she began. “I’m a present for you. Look on my back.”
Krissy raised her head and looked. A pair of heavy handcuffs rested on Wendy’s back.
“I don’t understand,” Krissy looked back at Wendy.
“You have to use those,” Wendy said and looked away. “They go either on me or on you. If you don’t choose soon, they’ll just come back in here and take me away.”
“How will they know?”
“All the cells have hidden cameras in them,” Wendy replied without looking at Krissy. “So do the baths. They saw how you looked at me when I couldn’t see, and they showed me some of the videos.”
“Are you…” Krissy began.
“No,” Wendy answered. “I like…I used to like men. But I’m a slave, so it doesn’t matter what I like or want. So are you, you know.”
“I know,” Krissy let her head droop.
“You don’t want me?” Wendy sounded suddenly worried. Krissy wondered if they would punish the girl if she rejected her. She did want Wendy, and it had been such a long time since she’d felt another woman’s body, soft and warm, against hers. Anyway, Wendy had said it: They were both slaves, and Krissy was learning that a slave took her pleasure where and when she could. Krissy raised her head again and looked at Wendy, with her short-cut hair and her big blue eyes. The longer she looked at the girl the more worried those big blue eyes appeared.
Krissy didn’t know what came over her. Part of it, she told herself later, was sheer desire to hold another woman in her arms, at least for a while. Part of it was all the pent-up anger that had been slowly and inexorably building in her since all this had started. And part of it, she finally reluctantly admitted to herself, was wanting to be on top for a change, wanting to be the user instead of the used. She grabbed Wendy by the back of her neck and slammed her face-down onto the pad. Wendy let out a surprised grunt when she hit, but she didn’t even put up a token struggle as Krissy straddled her, pulled her arms roughly behind her, and snapped the handcuffs around the girl’s slender wrists. All she did was whimper faintly. Krissy remained on top as she struggled to catch her breath. For all the women and girls she had slept with, she’d never quite been able to get as rough as she wanted with any of them. Now she had the perfect opportunity to do whatever the hell she wanted, however the hell she wanted. So what if this was all being recorded? Fuck them! Let them watch, let them get their rocks off from watching if they wanted. She would never have a chance like this again, ever.
She rolled Wendy onto her back and straddled her again, her hands seeking out the girl’s nipples. They were deep pink and apparently very sensitive. She pinched them and watched as Wendy closed her eyes and turned her head away, biting at her lower lip to keep from making any noise. Krissy pinched harder, twisting them a little, and was rewarded by a yelp of pain from Wendy.
“You want me to stop?” she asked, leaning down over Wendy.