"Our next trainee is Madisynn Walters, trophy wife of Judge Bradley Walters." 10 said as she flipped open a file on her bed. There was a photo of a mid 20's woman with blonde hair, fake tits and a perfect tan striking a playboy pose beside a much older man in a suit.
"Bradley Walters is a judge now?" Susan said in a surprised voice?
"You know him?" 14 asked?
"I heard his name being batted around the station a couple of times." She replied, and leaned in to look at the picture. Oh, she knew Bradley Walters. He was an A-DA when Susan's dad was killed, and was the one who accepted the plea from the poor guy who took the rap for Wilson Luthor. He was also the DA who refused to re-open the case when evidence proving that deal was exposed. Now she saw why, he was dirty then and is still dirty now.
"Well apparently Mr. Luthor wants to send him a message, or do him a favor. Either way, little Madisynn is coming to us next week." 10 continued. "And from what it says here, she's a spoiled rich bitch who deserves what's coming to her."
Susan looked over the photo again, nobody deserved to come here she thought. But looking at the empty eyes, bleached blonde hair and plastic body of the young woman hanging off a man three times her age, if anybody did deserve to come here, it's you she said to herself.
"Dress will be corsets, heels and crops." 10's voice cut through her thinking and snapped her back to the present. "Get yours from storage 14. 19, you can try on the ones in the closet and find whichever fits best."
"I thought we were naked with the trainees?" Susan asked.
"That was for you." 14 replied. "The psych profile said that you needed to empathize with as victims ourselves, or else you would be too stubborn to train."
"Psych profile?" Susan asked, and 10 flipped the folder over to a series of
typewritten sheets and slid it across the bed to her. Susan looked at it, and it was an actual psychological profile of Madisynn Walters. She read where it recommended that she be as isolated and separated from the world she was familiar with as much possible in order to most effectively break down any resistance. A strong dominant presence was required to offset her ingrained sense of entitlement. Pain was recommended, but in small doses to prevent her slipping into a catatonic state in defence. "I never had a chance." Susan muttered to herself. She felt 14's small hand on her shoulder, rubbing her reassuringly.
"No, you didn't. No one does in this place." The small Asian woman said in a comforting voice. "The best you can do is realize that as soon as possible and make the best of what you have."
Susan nodded and read the rest of the file. Madisynn was 25 and had come from an upper middle class family, but dropped out of college in her second year to become a professional party girl. She had a string of older boyfriends who paid for her plastic surgery and now she had married the Judge after a fling in Mexico. There were several photos of her with of various men at red carpet events, night clubs or yachts and in all of them she had the same wannabe porn star pose. Susan shuddered at the photos and involuntarily clenched her hand into a fist. Everything Susan had lost and had to work for, this bitch had it all on a platter but gave it up to party her life away.
Susan went into the huge walk-in closet and walked down to the corset section. Corset section, just the idea made her laugh at the absurdity of her situation. She found a dark green one that fit her pretty well, and the colour would go well with her dark hair and eyes. She picked up a matching pair of leather shorts and her favorite black heels and headed back to her bunk. The eyes of other trainers followed her as she stowed the items in her footlocker. She ignored the looks and headed down to talk to 14 who was putting her own red corset in her locker.
"So how do we do this?" she asked "I wasn't exactly paying attention to the minutiae of the process last time."
"10 is the lead, we do what she says." 14 answered, tucking a strand of jet black hair behind her ear. "It's pretty easy actually, unless they are stubborn, pig headed, cunts. Then it gets tedious."
"Sorry." Susan replied and 14 smiled.
"Just keep in character, that is the hardest part. My heart broke for you a couple of times but if I had shown it, you would have latched on to that lifeline. Then you would have either been punished more, or just kicked out of the program and that is not like being held back in school here."
10 walked up, fully dressed in her favorite Dominatrix outfit and saw the two women chatting. With a swipe of her crop she smacked both Susan and 14 on the ass.
"Dammit women, we got a shipment coming in in 10 minutes. Get in your outfits and meet me at the loading dock or it will be you in the cells tonight!" She gave each of them a hard glare that sent them scrambling for their lockers and stormed out of the dorm.
Susan slipped into her leather booty shorts and struggled to put on the corset, unfamiliar with the strings and buckles. She gasped when 14 came over and helped strap her in. "Am I supposed to breathe in this thing?" she complained.
"Not if it is done right." 14 replied and picked up her crop. "Hurry up" she chided as Susan struggled to put on her shoes without being able to see her feet. The two women hurried out of the dorm and Susan followed the Asian woman down an unfamiliar hallway and a set of stairs to a steel door. A man stood there with a radio and submachine gun and waived the girls through with a nod.
On the other side Susan saw 4 more training teams and a line of 5 wheelchairs. Each wheelchair had an unconscious woman strapped in to it. They ranged in ages from 18 to early 30's and were all naked with blindfolds and a plastic oxygen mask over their nose and mouth. She saw 10 standing in front of the woman she recognized as Madisynn as she fastened a familiar collar around the sleeping woman's neck. 10 waived them forward as she signed what appeared to be a receipt, of course Luthor would have everything accounted and itemized. 14 moved to take the handles of the wheelchair and 10 led them through a set of large double doors and a maze of hallways until they reached a room that looked like a miniature theater. Susan looked through the large window and saw the dungeon room on the other side. Who sat here and watched Veronica be teased for hours she thought.
They moved through the dungeon and into the cell block. 10 stopped outside of a cell marked with the number 21 and looked at the number of Madisynn's collar. "This bitch is 21, that is the only way you will refer to her, understood?" she said to Susan who nodded in reply. "Don't call her anything else, don't answer any of her questions, don't talk to her unless I say it is alright." The large black woman walked over to Susan and stared down at her "Don't fuck this up."
"Yes Mistress 10." Susan replied. "You are the boss, tell me what to do."
"Get 21 off of the chair and put her in the cell. Let me know when she wakes up" 10 pointed to an intercom at the end of the hall "and if she gets uppity, use this." she slid a small remote into Susan's hand. It felt cold and sinister and she fingered the button hesitantly.
