"Cone now, child," the woman continued. "This is an incredible opportunity for you, if you think about it. Our clients are some of the most powerful people in the world, wealthy beyond belief. Even some of those in your station hold this claim, sent here by their parents, who served the Conclave in their own turn."
"This is why your mother and father were led to believe that yours was a lifelong commitment - to protect our members and their clients. Neither we nor they would care for a public airing of the services we provide. In addition, this gives you the choice of making yourself known to them, once your indenture is served, or allowing them to believe you are dead to them. Indeed, when you leave us, you will have been provided for most handsomely. A few have gone on to seek a type of retribution from those who struck the bargain to begin with, but only a few, and some choose not to leave us at all. I, myself am one of those.
The woman paused to see if her words were soaking in at all, or rolling off, like rain on sun-baked earth, but the girl seemed to be recovering nicely from her shock. Strong, the woman thought approvingly, good, she will need it.
"Your parents sold you to this place?" Allison asked.
"Not my parents, no. They were killed when I was small. I don't even remember them. I was given to an aunt and uncle who only agreed to take me in when they found that my guardian would receive a small monthly check; and out of a sense of duty I suppose. My uncle jumped at the offer presented by the Conclave. I was probably seven or eight. I remember that our financial situation changed virtually overnight and their attitude toward me improved, as well. Representatives from the Conclave came to collect me on my eighteenth birthday and my aunt and uncle all but shoved me out the door in their eagerness to get their hands on the final payment. I was one of those who sought retribution. Not for giving me over to the Conclave. For that I am grateful, although they did not do it for my benefit, only their own, but for their handling of a frightened, confused child who had lost everything. They never failed to remind me of how lucky I was to have been taken in by them, how much of a burden I was to them, how much it was costing them. No compassion. No sympathy. But a ton of guilt and obligation. Of course, once I arrived here, I was told the truth."
"Of course, they squandered all the money they had received from the Conclave. By the time my indenture was over, they were broke again. One of the finest moments of my life was the day I arrived at their pitiful tract house in a white limo. I thanked them for "selling" me and told them it was the best thing that could have happened. As I turned to walk away, they followed me, as I knew they would, shouting that I owed them and so forth. Just as the driver opened my door I turned and gave them my best smile.
"I will show you as much compassion as you showed that scared little girl I once was," I told them calmly. "Fuck you."
And we drove away.
"They died penniless, but the best part of my revenge was that they lived and died knowing I could have helped them. Miserly bastards. I hope they are burning in Hell right now."
The woman laughed softly.
"Ah, now I see some interest in those brown eyes," she went on expansively. "Yes, there are many benefits and advantages to this arrangement. You will have free time, even during your training period, provided that you do well, and you can choose to continue your education. Our Learning Center is equipped with tutorials on nearly all college courses, foreign languages, just about anything. And, once your training is complete, you can choose to use your free time, or a portion of it, for private appointments, that will increase you own financial security."
"My Lady?" Allison framed the words carefully, not at all sure she wanted the answer to this question, but knowing she must ask it all the same. "What do you mean by 'private appointments'? What am I being trained for? What is this place?"
"Why, a brothel, of course!" the lady replied cheerfully. "A very exclusive bordello, specializing in very exotic tastes."
"I see," Allison's heart felt like a stone in her chest. "Then I won't be permitted to keep even that much."
"You refer, no doubt, to your virginity," the woman responded chattily. Then, noting the look of surprise on Allison's face, she went on. "We were nearly positive about that, but we need to be certain."
Again, the woman's hand slid slowly down her thigh, but this time it continued to Allison's private parts. With a single, carefully manicured nail the woman followed the natural creases there. "One look tells all," she whispered. Allison tried to cringe away, but any movement on her part was quite impossible.
A little chuckle escaped the woman's lips. "Do not fear for your maiden head," she said softly, all the while gently stroking the place where Allison's clitoris lay hidden. That will be yours until you choose to give it. And if you are smart - and I think you are - you will demand a high price for that privilege."
"You see, we have very strict rules of conduct here. The first rule, the one that can never be broken is that no blood may be spilled. While it is true that some of our clients engage in bloodsport, they partner with those of us who have chosen to remain after their indenture has been served. Their service to these clients is consensual. One might say that they have developed a taste for it." The woman laughed as if she had made a good joke.
"It is for the sake of your virginity that I was chosen as your instructor, rather than one of my male counterparts. It will prove to be a huge bargaining tool for you. Part of my job will be to advise you in using it to your own best advantage. Men can sometimes be, let us say, caught up in the moment, but not all of your instructors will be female."
The woman continued to stroke Allison's most sensitive spot, gradually increasing the pressure. Allison's breathing became more rapid. To her horror, she realized that she was becoming aroused. Her body was betraying her! She tried to think of anything except what was happening to her, but the woman's pressure grew ever more insistent. Her body wanted to squirm and grind against the intruding fingertip. And all the while, the woman stood there, smiling down on her, watching all the reactions play across the youthful face as she increased the pressure and pace of her manipulation until Allison moaned involuntarily and closed her eyes against the sensation.
Immediately, the woman's other hand reached out to the previously tormented nipple and caught it in a vise-like grip between her thumb and index finger. She shook the generous, well-formed breast gently, then smiled her satisfaction as this added stimulation tore through Allison's defenses and she writhed helplessly, fighting against the bonds that held her fast..
"Open your eyes!" the woman commanded sharply. "Look at me!"
Allison's need was evident in her eyes as they locked on the face of her tormentor. "My Lady," she whispered. "Please don't do this."
"Tell me," the woman asked softly as she slowed her efforts slightly. Her practiced fingers could feel the hard bud of Allison's clitoris, now fully engorged. "Have you ever had an orgasm?"
The wave of embarrassment that fluttered across the girl's face let her know in an instant that, although the answer was in the affirmative, her young initiant had never had a partner in this endeavor. Her smile deepened, knowing she would be the first and she increased her efforts ever so slightly.
Right on the edge, she thought smugly, watching the reactions play across Allison's face. Passion warred with determination - and maybe even a little revulsion -but in a few moments more it was replaced with panic. Soon she must succumb to the demands of the flesh and inevitably the animal would emerge. Yes, right on the edge.
The woman's face was wreathed in pleasure now. Of all the myriad tasks she performed for the Conclave, this was by far her favorite. The tearing down of the spirit in order to rebuild it, to make it better, stronger, was deeply fulfilling. And this one was strong already. By the time she was finished, this one would shine like a candle in a darkened room.
