Follow Jessica

Jessica moaned. She was stiff. She tried to move, only to realize what a predicament she was in: naked, bound spreadeagle on a bed in a concrete cell. Along one wall, she saw all manner of paddles, whips, and ropes. Hanging among them, she recognized a few toys. She realized she felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her belly. Looking down, she saw the taser marks, but lower she saw evidence of an injection.

“Ah good. The dyke’s up.”

Jessica twisted against her bondage and saw one of the men from earlier, Mike, sitting in a corner. He was taking notes at a small desk. He looked up to smile at her.

“Now, couple of questions.”

“Fuck you, let me go.”

“Alright, needs… compliance… training.” He narrated as he wrote. “Now, your body leaves a little to be desired. That hair cut will grow out, but those tits are a little on the small side for our clientele. Can’t do anything without knowing what you’re on though. So: birth control?”

“Why would I need that?”

“Good.” He made a note and stood, picking up a syringe, “we’ve provided an implant that will work in the absence of other birth control. Highly experimental, but highly effective. Can be turned on and off with a simple injection.” He stabbed it unceremoniously into Jessica’s arm. She yelped.

“You should thank me, that’ll stop you getting knocked up before we’re ready.” He paused.

Jessica was not forthcoming. He slapped her tit, hard. She yelped again. When she didn’t say anything else, he slapped the other.

“AH! Ok, ok, thank you.”

“Good girl.” Mike underlined something as he sat down “Any other medications?”

“No.” Jessica’s tone was petulant, and Mike clicked his tongue.

“I can already see your father never disciplined you. Your shirt was from, we presume, your college, how are your grades?”

“Good?” Jessica was confused, why should they care about that?

“Hmm… we can work with that. And finally how long have you mistakenly been calling yourself a lesbian?”

“I am a lesbian!”

“How long have you believed that?”

“I came out at 16. It’s not a belief.”

“And how old are you?”

“Now? 19.”

He clicked his tongue again, “three years isn’t so long. Alright, we’ll mark you down for compliance training and a breast augmentation to start. I’m sure someone will want to pay for the thrill of breaking you, so I don’t think we’ll update those wrong-headed ideas quite yet.”

“Wait, I don’t want a breast augmentation.”

“You may not, but we do. And that’s what matters.” Mike stood and picked up a set of noise cancelling headphones, “and pretty soon you’ll want what we want. Or at least you’ll want to want what we want.”

He fitted her with the headphones. Suddenly her entire world was muted. She could see him moving his lips but couldn’t hear a thing. He turned off the lights and suddenly a bouncing dot of light turned on. It was the only thing Jessica could see. It began to slide back and forth steadily. She couldn’t help but watch; in the dark, it was the only thing she could see. The sound in her headphones sprang to life and as she watched the words began to soak into her brain.