Stay quiet.

The door slammed shut as the men left. Most of the women were gagged, while those that were free to speak cried for help, their pleas going unheard. Shannon felt horrible, knowing that she could have helped these women if she weren't so damn stupid. As soon as she got her chance, she planned on escaping to meet up with the other rangers.

The opportunity never came. For the next three days, the only attention the women received were dog bowls filled with water. Many of the women resisted the degrading conditions, but all of them, including Shannon, were lapping water from the bowls like dogs by the end of the second day.

On the fourth day of captivity, the women were removed from their prison and **** to march through the city streets, chained together from their wrists to the collar of the woman in front of them. After two hours of walking, the women were at Sunnyvale Dome, the largest football stadium in the country. One of the guards yelled instructions to the captives.

"Listen up, bitches! Strip naked and put on these gags if you don't already have them. Our lovely queen is having a celebration party, and she wants all of her new pets to be ready for service."

What did these guys mean? Was she really going to have to strip naked? Her thoughts were interrupted when a motherly looking woman about 35 years old started screaming in resistence. "Please, let me go! I need to take care of my boys. Their father is dead and they need me... please..." Two of the guards quickly undid her chains and led her behind a nearby supply shed. Her screams could be heard as them began to exercise the privelages granted to them by their queen. Shannon couldn't comply with what these bastards wanted, could she?