New hire training

I searched all day for her and came up with nothing. If I could just tell her to return to me, her chip would **** her to obey. Chances were, she knew that though. And she knew she couldn't go to the cops or anything like that because the second we confronted, she'd be under my control again. My life and world wasn't in immediate danger. I decided to play it cool and return to the Eric society until I could think of something. The thought of her out there, free and angry, was eating away at me. What if she did something drastic? Maybe she'd find a way to warn my Sam of the other dimensions. I shrugged off the thought and headed to work at the B cafe.

When I got there, the other Rebeckas were all in their usual spots serving coffee and pastries. I took a deep breath and tried to act as if nothing was wrong. I walked up to 42 and asked "how did the new young Rebecka do last night? Was she a hassle in your quarters?"

Rebecka 42's eyes flicked up to meet mine, a hint of sadness behind her **** smile. "Oh, she was fine," she replied, her voice a little too chipper. "Just a bit... overwhelmed. But she'll get used to it. They all do. In her world she was still in jail. Barely 19 years old, hasn't matured like us other Rebeckas."

"Where is she now? Why isn't she out here serving Erics?"

"Oh, she's still in her bed," Rebecka 42 said, her eyes flicking down to the floor briefly. "Resting up, you know, from the... 'adjustment'. Some need more time than others."

I let out a sigh of annoyance then placed my hand on 42's shoulder before looking her in the eyes. "Imma keep it real. I have a lot of shit to deal with today and this unbroken hoochie mama is not on my priorities list."

She weakly protested, "but you're here to help her adjust."

"No. I'm here to get use out of her holes. If she doesn't wanna cooperate, that's fucking fine with me." I stomped into the back kitchen where the Rebeckas made things and looked around. In the middle of the room there was a trapdoor. I opened it up and it led to a basement area with dirt walls and tarp floors. 4 bunks were lined up and some, boxes, posters, extra clothes and other miscellaneous items were scattered about the place, presumably belonging to the Rebeckas. One of the beds had a crying teenage girl, face down in her cheap pillow.

Young Rebecka was definitely a sight to behold. Her body was petite yet curvy, her skin a light brown, unblemished and smooth compared to the other Rebecka's who were affected by time and motherhood. She had no stretch marks or chub, just tight slender curves. Her hair was long and thick, cascading down her back like a waterfall. She had a tight waist that flared into wide hips and a firm, round ass that was made to be grabbed. Her legs were long and slender in her jean tights and was wearing a tiny back tank top that barely covered her perky, B-cup tits. She had a tattoo of a butterfly on her lower back, right above her thong line and her signature neck tattoo.

Her crying grew louder when she heard me come down, "What's wrong with you?" I asked, approaching her bunk.

She looked up with red, tear stained eyes, makeup running and whispered "I don't wanna be here."

I sighed heavily, "Listen street trash, I don't have time for this right now. Go out there and give the customers that young ass and do what the older Rebeckas do." She turned away from me, her body shaking with sobs.

"But..." she began to protest, her voice cracking in a way the confident, playfully seductive Rebecka I knew never would.

I yanked her up by her hair. "Fine. I know another way to get the attention of Erics using you."

I marched her out of the basement and into the bustling cafe. The other Rebeckas watched with pity. "You," I pointed to 15, "For the rest of the day you will tie up and whip this hoodrat in front of the store." I pointed to 42. " You will be in charge in my absence. From now on I will call you... Dommybecka. Dommybecka the dominant Rebecka. If these sluts don't bring in double the Erics by the end of the day, let me know and I will take care of them. Understood?"

Dommybecka nodded eagerly, the sadness in her eyes replaced with excitement at the thought of power. "Yes, Eric."

Outside the cafe, young Rebecka stripped and was tied up **** to hug a street lamp in front of the store while bending over with her ass out, her legs spread apart by a metal bar. I handed a whip to 15. "Whip her!" I snapped.

15 took the whip with trembling hands knowing what she had to do. She raised it and brought it down with a crack across young Rebecka's bare ass. The sound echoed through the town square, making passersby stop and stare. The young girl's body jerked with pain and she let out a scream. "Again!" I barked.

Her hand shot up and down in a flurry, each crack of the whip growing more powerful. Young Rebecka's skin turned pink and began to welt. Her cries grew louder, and the crowd grew larger. The other 2 Rebeckas inside the cafe watched. This was not how they usually started their days. Dommybecka ushered them back to their duties.

"Keep working, bitches," she said, biting her lip from the pleasure she got being the one in power "Or you'll be next."

I watched the whipping for a while, despite my need to deal with the Sam situation.

The young Rebecka's screams grew more **** with each strike. Her ass cheeks jiggled with the **** of the whip, and her skin grew redder. She was trying to be brave, but her sobs gave her away. The Erics passing by took notice. Some of them stopped to watch, others made their way into the cafe. It was clear that this was good for business. My erection grew until I eventually said fuck it and told 15 to stop whipping so I could bust in the young ones ass quickly and leave.

"Let's make this quick. I have things to do" I growled into young Rebecka's ear as I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants. She struggled against the ropes, trying to pull away from me. "Please, no! I'll be good! I'll be good, I swear!" she begged, her voice shaking with fear. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. I grabbed her by the hips feeling her smaller but more firm ass, lined up my cock with her tight asshole, and pushed in. She let out another scream. She was an anal virgin.

Her asshole was tighter than I expected. I thrusted into her deep and hard, her body squirming and jerking with each brutal push. The crowd grew, watching the scene unfold. Some Erics grabbed their slaves and began fucking their asses and cheering right along with me. I could feel her trying to clench her ass around me thinking it would keep me out. It only made it feel better. I looked back to 15 who had her head down in shame and guilt. "Get over here and **** her while I violate this bitch."

Without looking up she walked over and whispered into young Rebecka's ear. "You're going to be okay. I'm sorry," she whispered before slapping her across the face. "Beg for it like the whore you are," she hissed. Young Rebecka's eyes widened in shock and pain. She looked at 15 with disbelief.

The crowd grew more excited as young Rebecka's cries grew louder. "Pleeeease," she whimpered, "It hurts so much!"

"How's it feel to finally get the attention you so desperately wanted, foster whore?" 15 taunted, knowing what topics would hurt her most. Young Rebecka was a younger version of her after all.

Her eyes filled with rage as she recalled her life in the system, the countless times she had been moved from one shitty foster home to another. "Fuck you!" she spat through her tears.

"Oh, I'm sorry," 15 said with a **** sadistic smile, "Did I hit a nerve, little street rat?"

"I'm not a whore," she gritted out between sobs and pumps into her asshole.

"Foster whore struck a nerve with her," I grunted out between thrusts. "Your new name is Foster-slut" I said to the young Rebecka.

"Fuck you!" Foster-Slut yelled, tears streaming down her face. "I'm not a slut! I've never even been with anyone!"

15 smirked, leaning down , "That's right. We didn't have sex until we were 20. We had 3 kids with that man you know. At least I get those memories. Your whole life will be nothing but serving Erics."

Foster-Slut's eyes grew wide with horror and she renewed her struggling, trying to break free. But the ropes held firm and I pushed into her even deeper. "You're going to take it like a champ," I murmured, feeling myself get closer to the edge. "You're going to love serving me."

The feeling was indescribable. Her tightness was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Each stroke into her was like heaven, the heat of her body enveloping me, her muscles clenching around my cock in a vice-like grip. The way she squirmed and fought only made it better. I could feel the tension building, my balls tightening, my cock pulsing. Her cries grew more **** as I pounded into her, her voice raw from screaming. With one final brutal thrust, I exploded inside her. I let the rest pump into her then slid out. With guilt in her face, 15 went behind her to suck the cum out of her ass.

"Wait," I stopped her. "Leave it in. Keep it in all day as you whip her." I zipped up my pants then looked around. The B cafe situation seemed fine enough. The street rat foster-slut gave me an idea anyway. I should search the streets for help. There had to be an Eric black market somewhere. Some sketchy Erics could help me solve my problem without getting me in trouble with prime or the society.