All Characters are over the age of 18.
The Cast of Characters:
The Covenant: a secret patriarchal terrorist organization that uses pheromone technology to undermine the United States Government
Rachel: Twenty years old, brunette, kidnapped by the Covenant
Kitty: Twenty years old, her lover, kitty fetish, brought together by the Covenant.
Jaren Carter: FBI agent, Rising Star, Approached by Omega
Gina Francis: Jonah's partner, affair, kidnapped by Covenant.
Rosenda: Jaren's wife, affected by Jaren's latent telepathy.
Miranda: A tall curvy brunette, wears a catsuit, mysterious.
Nurse Nala: Head of the psychic program, Indian, beautiful.
Omega Control: a top-secret organization, created by President Jimmy Carter to combat the Covenant. Omega Control recruits latent telepaths and trains them.
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The man, her master Rachel corrected herself, led the girls to a dark van in the back lot of Trixie's. He pulled the doors open, and Rachel and Kitty were surprised to see several young girls in various states of undress hanging suspended from chains. They were gagged, but even though their eyes were wide with fear, none of them made noise. Instead, they kept their eyes downcast.
A few minutes later Kitty and Rachel were gagged and hanging with them. Their bodies swayed in the dark as the van engine started up and accelerated down the highway. In the darkness, Rachel could smell the musk of girls in heat, hear muffled moans and whimpers, and feel flesh and hair brushing against her.
They drove like that for several hours, the monotony only lessened by the mumbles of a talk radio station playing upfront.
The van drove up a winding private road through a Virginian forest past a sign titled "Welcome to the Covenant: May you find peace."
The Covenant was publicly described as a private monastery and clubhouse for influential Evangelical Christians. A preacher who had made millions through televised revivals bought a hundred acres of land and built the compound as a sort of private gathering place for religious and political leaders to commune.
The truth was, however, that the Evangelical preacher had been turned by the Covenant. They had converted the man's wife and two college-aged daughters into concubines and taught them to regard him as their lord.
In return for making them his sex slaves, and keeping him connected to their robust network of political leaders and celebrities, he gave them the Virginia property as a gift. The Covenant used the complex as its headquarters where non-consenting women were brought in and then sent out reformed as compliant trophy wives, mistresses, and escorts all to serve the Covenant.
The van crossed a nine-foot brick wall through a wrought iron fence, a dozen video cameras following. A half an hour later, it pulled into the facility.
Rachel, Kitty, and the girls were led out of the vehicle into a massive complex surrounded by state-of-the-art buildings. Men were walking around dressed in olive green military vests, guiding behind them leashed, simpering girls.
The soldiers herded the girls along into the main building and through a large bay door marked, "Intake." Inside, long streams of girls, all young and beautiful, were being split apart into groups by other more severe women, dressed in dark skirts and white blouses. They seemed in charge, though they deferred to any man who came in.
One of them was strutting up and down the line with a clipboard in her hand. Her hair was done up in a tight bun above her head, and her serious face was adorned with a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. She wore a white blouse with the top few buttons loosened to reveal a silk décolletage. Around her waist was a dark blouse, cut short enough to reveal opaque black stockings clipped to a garter belt. Where her skin flashed, it was marked with tattoos and other markings of ownership. She walked up and down the line of submissive girls in a pair of black high heels, frowning and making marks in her notebook.
"You're a classy slut. You look like someone a politician or CEO might have on his arm. Trophy wife material. Get her in line TW 3. This one goes to the Clerical pool, area 3. Move the blonde to our overseas account. Push your tits out slut. You've had work done. Set this one up in stripper training."
As soon as she made her decision, other women would grab a girl, put a collar and tag around their neck, then drag them away via a leash to god knows where.
Rachel and Kitty were lined up for inspection. In front of her was a thin, athletic young brunette. Rachel noticed her calf and leg muscles were remarkably toned. She's a runner, thought Rachel, admiring her perky ass.
Next to her was a black woman in a business suit jacket. She was older in her late thirties and looked like an educated professional type. Her curly black hair was cut short to her head.
The woman went up to inspect them. She scanned the line of scared girls.
"You will address me as Ms. Steffans," the woman said with an authoritarian tone. "You will obey me or any other man at this facility. You are untrained sluts, and it is my job to oversee your training, at least initially, until you find the attention of a man. Since, as of now, you are worthless to the Men of the Covenant, it is up to another mistress or me to oversee your training."
She turned towards the leggy brunette. "Spread your legs."
The girl complied. Ms. Steffans ran her hands up and down the legs and calves of the girl. She reached her hand inside her yoga pants to cup her pussy. Her hands slid across her stomach and ass. She cupped and fondled her breasts and checked the muscle tone in her arms and shoulders. She even pulled the girl back by her hair and inspected her teeth with her fingers.
"You're pony-girl material if I ever saw one. Enjoy your last day as a human, my little slut. Take her to the ranch." The brunette was dragged off.
The black woman was glaring at Ms. Steffans. Judging from her business suit and subordinate glare, Rachel assumed that she was a businesswoman or a lawyer, someone in a position of authority.
"You'll never get away with this. I work for the Justice Department. My boss is the Attorney General." Said the black woman.
"Who do you think gave you to us?" Said Ms. Steffans with a smile.
