Intake Pt. 1

Hanna checked the news while she waited on the Terrador Express, the main commuter train on Terrador Station. There had been more Senagol raids, corrupt politicians, and the celebrity couple she had been following broke up. And the estranged, newly single, actress of the pair, famous for playing a wide variety of sultry roles, was going vacationing in the frontier to take some time to cope. Maybe she would wind up in Hanna’s “office.”

Hannah had an attractive figure, even if it was obscured by her tan overcoat. The modest garment didn’t hide her shapely thighs which were made all the more alluring by the six inch heels. Her face was defined by sharp features which she accentuated with a tight bun. Slender glasses accented deep green eyes. Aside from her coffee, she carried a large briefcase.

Her commute’s conclusion was Syndicate HQ, located right next to the tram hub. Getting off, she noticed that a **** coffle was also exiting here and recognized one of the handlers. “Elroy,” She called out, "I hope those aren’t for me. They’re not on the schedule and it’s too early in the morning for a rush job."

Elroy looked up from his charges and waved. “Hey Hannah. Long time no see. Nah, these are up for auction. I did hear through the rumor mill that you got a few new ones last night. Nothing crazy. Just the usual.” He slapped the ass of some blue haired bitch for an unknown offense.”

“Well I’ll get them moved as soon as I finish my coffee. Have a nice day.” Elroy waved goodbye and whipped the slaves towards the auction house.

Hannah admired the sight for a moment before entering the office. Strutting through the main reception area, she paused just long enough to note that the Oo’lick who had been secretary for over a year now was not at her post. The new **** secretary, a slim redhead, seemed to be struggling for which she would certainly be punished; hopefully a nice whipping. What had been the old secretary’s name? She dismissed the thought. Oo’lick names were completely unpronounceable.

She held the elevator for a man and his leashed ****. The **** was completely encased in latex and had a dog tail plug sticking out of her ass. Only the generously hanging breast signaled the slaves gender. The gimp suit **** legs to thighs and arms to shoulders so she had to walk on elbows and knees. “What floor?" asked the handler.

“Intake please.” Replied Hannah politely. She idly toyed with the plug with a heeled foot while she waited.

The elevator deposited her on the intake floor. Hannah took off her overcoat. Under the modest garment, she wore the trappings of a Syndicate trained dominatrix. A leather one-piece swimsuit style outfit revealed a generous bust. It had a thong bottom revealing soft cheeks and smooth, toned legs. Hannah took a deep breath. “Time to start the day.” She said to herself.

Intake was the first place many Syndicate acquisitions find themselves in. It was there Syndicate prisoners stopped being captives, and started being slaves. Hannah’s job, was to assess slaves, predict what the best role for them was, and to provide them with some useful “guidance.” The facilities were in one of the sub-basements of Syrius HQ, and consisted of rows and rows of cells, along with a main dungeon where anyone needing special handling could be processed.

“Let’s see what we got today.” She picks up a datapad and peruses her options. “Only three, that’s not bad.” She reads aloud as she walks towards a cell carrying her briefcase. “First one is Cindy Lormag. Nice figure. Reason for enslavement, incompetence and closet submissiveness. Well, can’t have that.” She finishes reading the file and opens the door.

Huddled in one corner is a small mousy girl, mid-twenties if one had to guess. To Hannah's surprise, the girl had already stripped and folded her clothes neatly by the door. She immediately faced Hannah in a kneeling position with her hands behind her back.

“Well, what do we have here?” Said Hannah . “An eager beaver.”

The nude prisoner kept her eyes down while addressing her interrogator. “Yes ma’am. I know I’ve been bad. I need to be punished."

“I see. Why don’t you stand up so that I can get a better look at you?” Cindy obliged. Pale skin and green shoulder length hair framed a round face. Her folder wasn’t lying about her figure. Her breasts were on the small side, but still fit comfortably in Hannah’s hand when groped. A nice round butt completed the package. She was pretty, in a very ordinary sort of way. Hannah could work with that.

“Tell me, why did you take your clothes off?” Hannah tapped the control panel and a table extends from the wall which she sets the briefcase on. On first inspection, the cells are all featureless grey rooms save for a single touch screen interface by the door. Prisoners quickly discover each room is capable of producing various pieces of furniture, restraints, or **** equipment. They are all keyed to respond only to intake supervisors commands. Opening the case reveals the tools of Hannah's trade; ropes, gags, sex toys, the works. Hannah produces a crop.

“I wanted to show that I was a good girl," whimpered the quivering girl. "That I would make a good **** for the syndicate. I want to be a good ****.”

Hannah circled the submissive with predatory intent. When Cindy turns to keep her in view, Hannah snaps “Eyes forward!” She immediately obeys. “Put your arms behind your back with your hands on the other arms elbows, legs shoulder width apart.” Again compliance is rapid and total. “Tell me why you wanted to join the Syndicate? What made you think this was a good move for you?”

“Ma’am?”

“I’m just curious what someone so clearly is not cut out for this line of work is doing here. You weren’t rich but you weren’t **** either, you had prospects. You’re performance as a slaver has always been lukewarm at best. One of your bosses described it as unenthusiastic. We thought that it was you didn’t have the knack for slaving so we had you smuggle **** for us. Be our mule. But it seems that you lacked the motivation for that as well. So what is it?”

“I-” she pauses for just a moment as Hannah trailed a finger along her shoulders and down her spine. “I thought that it would be a good move. Get me off planet. It just didn’t work out.”

“But what drew you to us. The Syndicate. There are less risky ways to get off planet.” When Cindy doesn’t respond, Hannah tut-tuts at her. Grabbing her by the shoulders from behind, Hannah leaned in and whispered into her ear. “Even though you weren’t a good slaver, you were drawn to the slavery aspect of what we do weren’t you?

“Yes.” Cindy’s voice is trembling now.

“But you once you got here, you discovered that it wasn’t taking slaves that appealed to you. You wanted to be the ****.” Hannah’s hand has descended in between Cindy’s legs and began gently rolling the submissive’s clit.

“Yes” whimpers Cindy.

“So, when you were given a nice, expensive load of Tlaloc Spice, you decided that you would just dump it and then you get to live out your fantasies as a Syndicate bondage slut?”

Cindy turns to face the domme. “No ma’am, it wasn’t like that. The Krellians were about to search the ship and-”

Hannah’s slap cut her off. “I said eyes forward.” Her crop mercilessly assaulted Cindy’s ass. “Bitch if you wanted to be a sex **** all you had to do is ask. Fuck, we literally made an app for that. Don’t you fucking move.” Hannah stepped away to retrieve some rope and begins securing Cindy’s arms in a box tie.

“Ma’am, I would never intentionally lose a cargo or do anything else that would harm the Syndicate.” She squeals as Hannah ties the final knot tight, forcing her arms up painfully.

“I am sick and tired of hearing you talk.” Hannah pulled out a massive ball gag and **** it into Cindy’s mouth. “Do you know how much that shit was worth?” She screamed at the sub as she **** the ball gag in deeper. “More than your sorry ass. That is not hyperbole. I know how much a **** is worth and we can not sell you for as much as we would have gotten for the Tlaloc Spice.” With the finality of slavery, she latched the ball gag tight. “There is no way for you or me or anyone to make up for that loss. There is no way to fix your fuck up.” Cindy screams into her gag. Hannah simply spits on her.

Palming the control panel again, Hannah commanded the dungeon to produce a wooden horse that emerged between Cindy's legs. The sub is lifted off the ground as built in restraints snapped out, ratcheting tight against tender flesh. Hannah continued her verbal **** as she finished restraining the screaming quim. “I’m going to find the most well hung Gavleths I can and they are all going to come down here and gang bang you.” She beat Cindy’s tits as she speaks. “Then, I’m going to give you to the interrogators, who are going to use you for practice. Then you’re going to spend your days in the public use stalls, slowly making back what you owe us. You’re going to be a pain slut. Every fucking day will be humiliation and ****.”

Cindy screamed into her gag against the ****. Hannah became a whirlwind of blows that left no stitch of skin untouched. Verbal **** matched the physical as Hannah relentlessly reinforced Cindy’s new position in life. After Cindy’s entire body turned red as a beet, Hannah finally set down the crop. Hannah reached down and sneaked a finger between Cindy’s pussy and the horse. “God you fucking disgust me.” She wiped the wet finger on Cindy’s face before shoving a hood over her head. “At least you get your wish slut. You’re going to be a ****.” Hanna moved on to her next prisoner.