Dungeons and dragons

Once we left the grand ballroom. we entered the reception area where we first arrived. Two grand staircases, one on either side, rose up to the second floor balcony that overlooked the reception area. it was underneath the left hand staircase Phillipa pressed a switch under a hidden panel that opened the door to the fate that awaited me. "Get in there" she said in a low tone. "I'm right behind you, and there's no other way out."

I did as I was told, and stood there in the darkness while Phillipa stood outside the doorway. I watched as she picked up an old fashioned receiver from a nearby stand. She spoke rather quickly with whoever was on the other end. "Yes" she smiled. "Our latest acquisition has been secured. We're coming down now. Is everything we requested ready? Very good! We'll see you in a few minutes." She hung up, then slipped through the doorway, sliding the door closed. She opened an access panel to her right to reveal a keypad. She pushed a key and I could feel us moving downward. It turned out to be an elevator we were in, and it was taking me down the rabbit hole.

Once we reached the bottom, the door silently opened into a medieval world where time meant nothing. The walls were all grey stonework. Where once torch holders must have been anchored now hung more modern wall lights, which were low powered enough to give the place an eerie and ominous glow.

"Come along" Phillipa held out her hand. "It's time to prepare you for what's ahead." I wanted to run, but where would I run to? I took the hand she offered me, and stepped out onto the cold stone floor. Even the air was cold, and I started to feel a chill creep through my entire body.

"Why are you doing this?" I had to ask. I had to find out exactly what was going on.

Phillipa's voice lilted with light laughter. "Why? Because we can. Because we own you."

"How do you own me? What's going on?" I demanded.

"Let's just say your boss owes us a very large debt. You just happen to be part of the payment plan we worked out with him. We wanted you from the moment we saw you a couple of weeks ago. You see, we get our pick of the women James happens to hire for our own personal use. You just happen to fit our needs perfectly. Or at least I believe you will. I'll have to examine you closely to make sure of that."

"Oh my God!" I said aloud. "You're slavers?"

"That's such a nasty word to banter around" Phillipa chided me. "We prefer the term human traffickers. It's much more becoming, don't you think?" She said it like it was the most normal thing for her to say, like a topic one might bring up in conversation while having afternoon tea. "We can find a buyer for you right away, so it's very important that you start your training as quickly as possible. But who knows? I've been looking for a good piece of fluff to keep around. Maybe it will be you." She suddenly stopped, pulled me to her, and kissed me full on the lips.

I tried to fight her off at first. What else was I supposed to do? I'd never been with another woman before, not even as drunk and stoned as I got during my college days. I saved myself for the right man, and that man turned out to be Paul. "Please, no" I begged. But the more I begged, the harder she kissed me. I felt my dress riding up my legs as she pushed one of her hands up underneath, searching for the sacred space between my legs. Her fingers found the crotch of my panties, and pulled them aside, fumbling underneath the fabric, finding my pouting labia, and soft, hairy pubic mound.

I stopped fighting, and I gave in to her touch and her kisses as I mewled softly into her ear.

All at once she stopped, and slapped me hard across the face, almost knocking me off my feet. "You little two bit whore. I will teach you pain and pleasure, and you will not know which is which." She took hold of my dress in both hands, and ripped the front of it completely open, exposing my lilac lace panties and bra. "You disgust me!" she exclaimed angrily. "You even wear the underwear of a whore! Now get those filthy whore clothes off, or I will beat you within an inch of your life!"

I was stunned by here emotional transition from calm and collected to fuming rage. My face hurt where she slapped me, and I rubbed it gingerly.

"You will jump when I say jump. You will do what I tell you to do, or you will suffer grave consequences for your actions. Now do as you've been told, and get out of those whore clothes. You will either dress like a proper lady, or you will wear no clothes at all. Is that understood?"

The seething, angry look she gave me made me cower away from her. My back was against the stone wall, and there was nowhere I could turn and run to. I could run away from her down the other end of the narrow corridor we were in, or I could try to get past her, and make a run for it. But either way, I was now in an underground complex of some type, and what had become bad, could suddenly grow much worse, depending on my actions. I started to cry. "Why are you doing this to me?" I sobbed.

"Because I own you. I've already told you that" Phillipa restated. "Now take off those clothes, and hand them to me."