Inside the fun house

Jessica stepped inside the open doors, and into the darkness. The doors suddenly slammed shut behind her with a deafening thud. She jumped at the sound, and cowered in the absolute darkness the doors left her in. "All right. I did what you asked. Could you please turn on some lights?"

A whirring noise suddenly came out of nowhere as two bright lights that only could be described as headlights suddenly came towards her. She stood, frozen in her tracks, terrified to move in any direction. She knew she had nowhere to run to, so what was the sense in running, and possibly hurting herself in the darkness? The headlights grew closer, until finally they stopped in front of her, and revealed a motorized wheel chair. "Take a seat," the voice that first came from the drone ordered her.

Jessica obeyed, and sat down. Clamps quickly came out of the chair, securing her wrists and ankles. "Is all of this really necessary?" she asked.

"It's a precaution I've learned to take," the voice answered. "It's for your own protection. I wouldn't want you jumping out in the darkness, and hurting yourself. You have such a beautiful body. I'd hate to see it get bruised."

The chair turned around slowly, then started moving toward its destination. The chair's headlights were turned off, so Jessica had no clue where the chair was taking her. Soon another pair of doors opened up ahead, and she could see dim light cutting through the darkness.

Through the opened doors the char took its captive, and stopped at a table where the dim light hung overhead. Another door on the far side of that room opened, and bright light suddenly flooded the room, causing Jessica to squint.

A helmeted figure, dressed in black with a full face shield entered the room, and sat down at the table across from her. "I know you have many questions," the voice from the figure came, sounding a lot like Darth Vader. "I am hear to answer your questions. You may call me The Mechanist, for that is my title."

"Could you at least release me from this chair?" Jessica whined. "It's killing my wrists and ankles."

"Get this straight, Jessica. You are in a position to demand nothing. I am in a position to grant nothing. I am simply here to indoctrinate you, unless I am chosen to be your trainer."

Jessica's eyes got big. "My trainer?"

"But of course. You must be trained before you can be sold. I'm sure a smart woman like you can put all the things you've seen together, and figure it out. You're in a **** camp. But not just any **** camp. This camp is very special. It's a love camp. We teach you how to love, and how to respond to the needs of the Masters and mistresses you will eventually end up serving, possibly for the rest of your life."

Jessica's tears began to fall. "But I don't want to be a ****!" she whined.

"You simply have ****. If you didn't want to be a ****, you never should have come here. This is your fault, Jessica Johnson. And now, this is your life."

"Can't you just let me go? I promise not to say anything to anyone about this place. You have my word!"

"No, we can't let you go. you've seen too much, and you know too much. You know where to find us, and how to get in here. You could bring others here who would not take so kindly to what we do here."

"But I could bring you more women in exchange for my freedom! I know lots of women who are prettier than I am." Jessica was **** to make some kind of a deal that would free her.

"You would be willing to betray your own friends? How diabolical!" the dark figure laughed. "This deal might actually have some merit to it after all. Give me the names and addresses of all the women you intend to bring us. that way I can look them up, and see if they're worth our time. If they are, you've got a deal. If not, you will be trained as a ****."

Jessica was frantic now. "You have my phone! My contacts list! They're all in there. Phone numbers and addresses, and some pretty good pictures of them."

"Very well, I'll take a look at your contact list. If it is as you say it is, we can make a deal. We'll even pay you a bounty for every new person you bring in. But dare to cross us, and we'll come after you. You'll be back here in no time, awaiting training. Is that understood?"

"I understand. I won't double cross you. I promise!"

"Let me go fetch your phone," said the dark figure. He, or she, got up and left the room the way they came. In a few moments they returned, holding Jessica's phone. They sat down again, and started looking through her contact list.