Shameful Reckonings (9 page)

“You don’t need to do any work this time, love,” her trainer chuckled as he let his pants fall down around his ankles. Gia saw that he was already semi-erect. She closed her eyes and groaned.

“Nah, we’re just gonna get you a little more broken in,” he went on. He took her head between his hands and pulled her closer. “Just open your pretty little mouth. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Gia groaned. She felt too weak and too hopeless to put up even a token resistance. She opened her mouth and let him stick his cock into it.

“That’s it, bitch,” he said. “Just like that.” He began thrusting with short, sharp jerks of his hips. Gia could feel him getting harder and bigger as he fucked her mouth. She kept making small complaining noises. It was all she could do, and her trainer either didn’t notice or didn’t care. For all she knew, he
liked
hearing her protests.

“You don’t even have to try to swallow this time, bitch,” he went on in a growl. “All you have to do now is get used to having a dick in your mouth.” He thrust a little deeper, just enough to make her cough. “Feels good, don’t it?” he laughed.

It didn’t feel good at all. Gia whined noisily, but she submitted. There was nothing else she could do. Her trainer held her head still and kept on thrusting away. He only stopped once, when Gia had a long coughing fit after he’d gone a little too deep, and that only lasted until her coughing stopped. Then his cock was right back in her mouth, thrusting away right through Gia’s plaintive protests.

She heard him groan deeply, and knew he was about to come. She squalled noisily through her nose, but it made no difference to him. A moment later she felt the now-familiar gushing of hot, sticky fluid into her mouth. The head of his cock rammed in deep enough to hit the back of her throat, and she gagged.

“I think you’re getting’ better at this, Gia,” he laughed as he pulled up his pants. Gia, half-kneeling, half-reclining on the straw mat, could only cough and sob and sniffle. Gobs of semen dribbled down her chin. Some of it splashed on her breasts, some of it on her thighs, some of it onto the mat. She kept her eyes fixed on the far wall until she heard him leave and shut the cage door behind him. Then she let herself slump down and lie on the mat. She wasn’t in a very comfortable position, but what did that matter? The mat was rough, and the floor was hard and cold under it. There was no way to be comfortable in here.

Her rest, such as it was, was interrupted by the sound of someone opening her cell door. Gia roused herself just enough to see who it was. When she did, her heart sank. It was the bald-headed man who had done all those things to her with the vibrator.

“Up, bitch,” he said jovially. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up onto her knees. “It’s your turn to make
me
feel good.” He slapped her lightly. “Get that mouth open.”

Gia groaned and obeyed. He kept her waiting while he unbuckled his belt one-handed and unzipped his fly. He pushed his pants down, and then his boxers. He was already hard. He wasn’t especially long, but he seemed exceptionally thick. When he crammed his cock into her mouth, Gia felt as if she was going to be suffocated for a moment. He began fucking her mouth vigorously, not caring about Gia’s whines and moans and muffled shrieks.

She didn’t know how long they kept her in the cage. She kept dozing off between attackers, and the attackers kept coming. She quit counting them after she reached five. By then, both she and the mat were covered in cum and saliva. None of her attackers had made her swallow, but that was a small mercy at best. Finally, they stopped coming, and Gia drifted off into a fitful sleep. Once again, she wished she could die.

***

“Up, little Gia.” The mild words were followed by a stinging slap across her thigh. Gia jerked and yelped. Still only half awake, she struggled wearily up onto her knees and opened her poor, bruised mouth for the latest cock. Blinking, she just barely recognized her trainer. Was he ready for her again?

“Just can’t get enough, hey?” he laughed. “I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a bit for more cock. Come on, love.” He reached down and pulled her, complaining, to her feet. Gia swayed. She felt weak and dizzy. She wished that her hands were free so that she could use them to support herself against the wall.

“This way,” her trainer said. He took her by her arm and led her out of the cell. She staggered and stumbled along, wondering what fresh hell she was going to have to endure now.

To her surprise, her trainer led her off in a new direction. They passed more cages, large ones. Most of them were empty, but two seemed to be packed full of naked women in all sizes and colors who called out desperately in a babble of languages as they passed by. Some of them reached out between the bars. Gia shied away from them.

Her trainer brought her to what looked like a smaller communal shower, removed the cuffs from her hands, and told her to clean herself up. She obeyed, though she didn’t think that she would ever feel truly clean again. At least this time she was able to shower alone… except for her trainer, who stood there watching her as she soaped and rinsed. There were no bidets here, so Gia gritted her teeth and used her hands. She had her back to him at that point, but she could feel her trainer’s eyes crawling all over her anyway.

This shower at least had some shampoo available. Gia used it lavishly. She had no idea how much gunk had gotten into her hair, and she really didn’t want to think about it. She lathered and rinsed twice. The shampoo had a faint scent to it, something like flowers.

“That’s enough,” her trainer called out at last. Dripping, Gia turned off the shower and started to wring out her hair. To her surprise, her trainer tossed her a blue towel. It wasn’t particularly thick or fluffy. It looked as if it had seen a lot of use. But at least it seemed clean. She dried herself off with it gratefully. Then her trainer gave her another towel, a white one, for her hair. She handed him back the blue one.

“Just wrap your hair up in that one,” her trainer said, pointing to the white towel. And then come along with me. You’ve been upgraded, little Gia.” He smiled.

Upgraded? What the hell could that mean? Gia made a turban out of the towel. She felt much better now – physically at least – and realized that she was also very hungry. Would they feed her? Soon?

“This way,” her trainer beckoned her with a finger. “Follow me.”

Chapter Eight

Her fears proved to be unfounded…at least for now. Her trainer led her up several flights of stone-carved steps to yet another heavy wooden door with two guards. These men were burly, swarthy and clad in camo. They carried swords instead of guns, but otherwise they looked like some third-world paramilitaries. They opened the door at her trainer’s command. Gia expected him to lead her through the doorway, but instead he all but shoved her through it, smack into gauzy curtains that tangled her up and blocked her view. She heard the door slam shut behind her just as she freed herself from the curtain. She looked back to discover that her trainer had not followed her. The situation felt menacing. She had to force herself to turn her head to see where he had put her.

For a moment, she could only stand and gawk. She was in a vast chamber, light and airy and filled with women, some naked, some partly clad, some reclining on couched, some lying on colorful pillows strewn on the floor, some walking about, and some frolicking in a small, shallow pool that looked uncommonly like a hot tub. None of the women seemed to be paying her any attention. All of the women seemed young and pretty. Most of them seemed to be Asian, but there were a few black women and two or three white ones.

Gia kept looking around. The roof overhead was a great round vault, with an opening at the very top that let in light and air. Down where the base of the dome met the walls of the chamber were many small windows set all around the circumference. She could see small birds flitting in and out through the openings, which told her that there was no glass in those openings.

Fluted columns in regular rows blocked her view in places. More gauzy curtains here and there blocked her view in other places so she could get no clear picture of what this place was like. Gia hesitated, staying where she was. Was this what her trainer had meant by her being ‘upgraded’? It seemed to her that she’d simply been moved from an underground prison to one above ground.

One of the white women noticed her. She stood up from her couch slowly and stretched luxuriously before coming over towards Gia. She walked like a stalking lioness, her tawny blonde mane rippling behind her. All she was wearing was an ornate golden necklace with matching bracelets on each wrist and matching anklets around each slim ankle. She had first struck Gia as a tall girl. As she came closer, Gia realized that she was a very tall girl indeed, close to six feet. Her body was muscled like an athlete’s.

“Welcome to the first circle of Hell,” the woman greeted Gia. “Do you speak English?”

“Y-yes,” Gia stammered. “Yes, I do.”

“Good,” the woman said smiling. “That will save us
so
much trouble. I’m Kara. And who are you?”

“Uh… Gia.”

The tall woman held out a hand, still smiling. “Come with me, Gia,” she said.

It sounded more like a command than an invitation. Gia reached out and took Kara’s hand. Strong fingers closed around hers and Kara began leading her deeper into the chamber. Some of the women looked up as they passed by. Most did not. Gia could hear a constant low susurrus of whispered conversations in strange tongues and wondered what was being said.

“Where am I?” Gia asked the tall blonde. The woman looked oddly familiar, but Gia couldn’t place her.

“As I said, the first circle of Hell,” Kara replied without looking around. “As bad as that may sound, consider yourself lucky to be here and not still down in the dungeons. They’ll still train you, but it’s not quite so bad.”

Gia noticed a tiny tattoo at the base of Kara’s spine. It was an ankh, in dark blue, and she suddenly knew where she had seen Kara before.

“You’re Katherine Seavers!” Gia exclaimed. “I saw you playing at some volleyball tournament…”

Kara whirled on Gia, who would have flinched away except that Kara’s grip on her hand never loosened. “That’s who I
was
,” the tall blonde hissed. “Now, I am simply Kara. Never mention to me who I was again! Do you understand?”

“Y-y-yes,” Gia quailed. “I’m sorry!”

“This way,” Kara yanked Gia along.

Gia wanted to know where Kara was taking her, but she didn’t dare ask. She was already getting into the habit of not asking anyway. Kara led her to the far side of the chamber to an alcove that looked as if it had been set up as a woman’s vanity. There were some mirrors, a small vanity table covered with combs and brushes, even some small vials of makeup and perfumes. Kara sat Gia down on a cushioned stool in front of the vanity table and stood behind her for a moment, her hands on Gia’s shoulders.

“I can see why they put you up here,” Kara purred. Looking into the mirror at the back of the vanity table, Gia saw the tall blonde bend down until her head was next to hers. Kara was smiling, but it was a predator’s smile. “You have a gorgeous body,” Kara murmured into Gia’s ear. “Such a pretty mouth, too,” Kara’s left hand slid up to caress Gia’s cheek. Her forefinger traced the lines of Gia’s lips. “I’m sure they’re training you to suck. Right?”

Gia shivered. Kara was becoming awfully familiar in a very short time.

“Of course they are,” Kara laughed throatily. “We’re
all
taught to do that. It gives a man a thrill to have a beautiful woman on her knees in front of him with his cock in her mouth.”

Gia shivered again as Kara’s finger trailed down her chin to her nipple and began making slow, slow circles around it. She didn’t like that, but after all her time here she found that she had an aversion to saying so. Instead, she sat as still as she could, staring into the mirror and trying not to see anything.

“I’m sure you’ve had a very rough time of it up until now,” Kara went on. Her hand closed gently around Gia’s breast and squeezed softly. “Oh, my, these are
real
, aren’t they?” she exclaimed. “Mmmm…” her other hand began palpating Gia’s other breast. “Now I’m a little jealous. These are so… ripe!”

“Please…” Gia begged. Her voice quavered.

“Please what?” Kara’s mouth was so close to Gia’s ear that her warm breath tickled. “I’m pretty sure that you mean ‘please stop’. I will in a minute.”

Kara was as good as her word. In the meantime, Gia forced herself to sit through her unwanted attentions. The tall blonde woman finished with a last, harder squeeze of Gia’s tits and then pulled the towel off of Gia’s head. Wet hair tumbled down in an impossible tangle.

“Let’s get you looking pretty, shall we?” Kara purred. She reached over and picked up a comb from the table.

What came next wasn’t so bad, except for when Kara hit a knot and worried it loose. Gia had always loved going to the hairdresser’s, and Kara seemed to be very skilled at it. Gia relaxed enough to find an interest in watching what was going on in the rest of the chamber from what she could see in the mirror. There didn’t seem to be much. The women she could see moved languidly, when they moved at all. What bits of clothing or jewelry they wore accented their nudity rather than covered any of it up.

She stiffened when she saw some men moving through the chamber. One was dressed like some of the guards she had seen, with black boots, billowing, loose-fitting black pants, and a red vest, unbuttoned, which showed off his muscular torso. There was a curved sword thrust through the red sash at his waist. The other two men were in three-piece suits. They were both white, and had the same air of prosperous businessmen that she had seen in many of Nicholas’ friends. They seemed intent on inspecting the naked women, as if they were shopping.

Maybe they were. Gia shuddered at the thought. She had already figured out that this place brought in women from all over the world and trained them to be sex slaves. Once they were trained, it only made sense that they would sell them to rich men. She’d been trying not to think about it for a while, but seeing the men in the suits shopping, it just wasn’t possible not to think about it anymore.