Processed

Amanda looked straight into the camera that was in front her. It flashed, blinding her briefly. It flashed again before the man was done. The pictures were the last part of her processing. She had been measured, poked, and prodded all evening as the man processed her for her work at the Three Holes Inn. Now she was going to be added to the "menu," the term her new owners used for the book of wares she'd found her sister in. It had been hours since she'd last been away from the man. She had been moved by him to half a dozen rooms to have half a dozen things done to her. Shower, shave, measured, health checked, and finally she was having her picture taken. She didn't even know what had happened to Rebecca.

Finally, the man re-attached a leash to her collar and led Amanda out of the room where she'd been photographed. The man had done nothing but issued commands to her during this whole experience. Open, close, squat, stand, stretch. Nothing but an endless stream of commands issued to her. She had been slapped multiple times as well when she questioned why or didn't move fast enough. Luckily the makeup he'd had put on her face hid the red marks from the camera.

He led her into the same room where he'd violated her hours before. Dried cum and juices were still on the table. On a large screen to the right of the security footage, Amanda saw the pictures that had just been taken. Her headshot looked straight at her, ruby lips set against pale skin and slight eye shadow. They'd gussied her up for the menu. Next to her head shot were the full body images, front and back. Her pert breasts hung from her chest, pink nipples alert and tall. Her freshly shaved pussy practically shone in the light of the camera. Below was written her new name, her **** number. The only way she'd be identified while within the Three Holes Inn. She was told she was lucky, they didn't pierce their property at this establishment.

"All that's left my dear is to find out what you respond to. I know you respond to being verbally abused, but we'll have to observe you closely for a few days while we decided what else does it for you. I don't supposed you'd tell me if I asked." He smirked as he looked at her. Amanda decided she didn't want to be helpful in this manner. All she needed to do was to find Amy, find Rebecca, and then figure out how to escape.

Minutes later Amanda was being led down another hallway by her leash. From the sounds coming out of each passing door, she guessed she was on the "working floor." Moans, gasps, and smacks echoed from within each door. Finally her handler stopped, unlocked a plain wooden door and led her inside. In the little room was a plan bed with sheets and a pillow and nothing else.

"Your first customer will be here in five. Make sure you're ready." She was unleashed and the man turned to leave the room.

Amanda sat down on the bed and stared at the walls of her prison.