A Man Comes to Visit

Blinding light streamed into the dark cell from the hallway as the door opened. "Come out into the hall I heard a man's voice say. We need to have a talk."

I staggered into the hall from the dank dark cell. My legs were weak from lack of exercise and the poor quality food. I stunk to high heaven as the bathroom in the cell consisted of a hole in the floor, and it was full to overflowing with my own filth. I looked down at myself and saw that I was filthy, ground in dirt and filth covering my normally flawless body.

"I want you to get cleaned up and then we can talk for a little bit,” said the man.

I looked at him; he was a handsome man, dressed in a sport coat and slacks. He did not look like the kind of sleaze ball who would do this to a woman. I followed him down the windowless hall, and we headed into a small room.

"There is a bathroom back there. Please get cleaned up and there is some clothing there you can put on as well," he said when we got to the room. "Please be done in fifteen minutes."

Wordlessly I headed into the small bathroom. The shower had good water pressure and hot water. It felt better than almost anything I had ever experienced. I soaped up my whole body a couple of times, washing my hair over and over until the stink seemed to be gone. I stood in front of the mirror naked. My dark hair was tousled and wet; my firm grapefruit sized breasts heaving as my breaths came in gasps. I was so frightened. What would they do to me now? Why was I here?

I got dressed in the clothes that he left for me: panties, stretch pants, and a tight white t-shirt. There was no bra so my big nipples stuck out stiff and hard through the thin fabric of the t-shirt. When I entered the room there was only the nice looking man who had freed me sitting in one of the two chairs in the room. His face was carefully neutral, and I had no idea what he had planned for me.

"Sit down, miss, and let me explain what you have to do if you want to live," he said ominously.

"What do you mean, I stammered out. "I haven't done anything wrong, why am I....”

SMACK, his open hand slapped me hard across the face. Any illusions that this man was anything but a vicious bastard were quickly dispelled.

"You listen, I'll talk," was all he said.

"My people have **** you to serve our needs and the needs of our clients. Your former life is of no interest to us. Do what we say and you will live, otherwise you will have to go back in the hole, and this time you will not be alone. We will put you in the men's section, where we keep the men who do not do what we say. You will be lucky to survive the gang ****, but they might just eat you. We don't feed them much. What I need to know right now is whether you want to go there, or stay here and serve the special needs of our clients."

"I don't know..." I said slowly.

WHACK, he hit me across the face again, harder than the first time, bringing tears to my eyes.

"You need to decide right now, or I am taking you back," he said.

Completely broken I screamed at him, "I'll do it, anything but back to the cell. I can't do that. Don't let the men have me."

That's better," he said. "Let me tell you about what your new role will be, and how you must serve us."