The next time Sarah woke she was alone in the room. She felt sick and crawled to the bucket to throw up some of the sperm she had been force fed. When she was done she sat up against the wall. It was the first time that she had been left alone long enough to think about her situation. She wished she had never gotten in that car. She had known something was off about that guy but she was greedy. She instinctively hugged her knees to her chest as she mental calculated all the ways she had screwed up. When the thought came to her that maybe this was her fault she stood up as if she could run away from it. Feeling sorry for herself wouldn't get her anywhere. Doc told her they wouldn't kill unless she forced their hand. She had to stay strong, play their fucked up games until she could get away. When the thought came that she wanted to go home she realized she didn't have a home to go to. She ran away from that home after her mother died and her father got too touchy-feely. She tried to get a real job. At one point she was working two jobs but even then minimum wage didn't pay enough to keep her head above water and a roof over her head. If she got out of here now she wouldn't have anywhere to go. Her only option would be to start hooking again. Either way she knew she couldn't stay here. Whatever their ultimate goals for her were she didn't want any part of them.
She was torn out of her thoughts when the door opened and Dean walked in with the cane. He shut the door before she could get a look at what was on the other side. Sarah instinctively backed into the wall and slid down until she was sitting again.
"How are you feeling?"
She assumed he didn't care about her emotional wellbeing so she said, "I have to go to the bathroom."
"What do you think the bucket is for?"
"I can't use that," said Sarah, horrified.
Dean didn't say anything but he tapped the cane on the floor a few times and Sarah knew she couldn't win.
"I'm hungry."
"I would have thought you had enough to eat last night. But you'll be fed later. Now, use the bucket."
"You're going to watch?" Sarah asked, horrified.
"You are really trying my patience."
Sarah looked away from Dean as she balanced herself on the bucket and relieved herself. Almost worse than having to do so in front of him was the fact that she didn't have any toilet paper. She couldn't believe any amount hot water would ever make her feel clean again.
"Come here."
Sarah crawled to him on all fours. He knelt down beside her. She flinched as he brought his hand down to her face but all he did was gently stroke her cheek. Somehow the kind gesture was worse than if he had struck her and she wanted to cry.
"I'm very proud of you. You're adapting very quickly. All you have to do is behave and follow the rules and your stay here will be much more pleasant. Would you like to know the rules?"
Sarah nodded.
"That collar never comes off. You are my property, mine to do with as a please. You will do what you are told when you are told, no questions. You will not speak unless you are instructed to do so. Food is a privilege. If you are obedient you will eat. If you are not you will be beaten and you will starve. Soon you will be living upstairs with the other girls. From time to time men and sometimes women will come in and choose between you. I'm sure you're already familiar with the process. Any disobedience to one of our clients will get you ten times the beating. Occasionally someone will come in looking for more than just a few hours and we may actually sell you to one of them. Don't get your hopes up for some kind of escape. We personally select these people and you will not be going with anyone we don't trust. I want you to understand that I've been going easy on you. When you leave this room you will be expected to behave at all times and follow the rules. Anytime you don't you will beg for me to beat you with the cane after what I do to you. Do you understand?"
Sarah could barely form words around her horror so she nodded. She couldn't imagine anything worse than what she was currently enduring.
"If you've been good, tomorrow I will bring you upstairs and you will be allowed to eat. I'm going to leave now. If anyone comes in what are you going to do?"
Sarah shuddered and answered, "Whatever they want me to do."
"Maybe there is hope for you after all."
A few minutes after Dean left a man walked in carrying a bucket and a rag. He set the bucket down in front of Sarah and tossed her the rag.
"Clean yourself up."
Sarah looked in the bucket and saw soapy water. She didn't want to be watched but knew she didn't have a choice. She soaked the rag and started with her face and worked down. When she reached her cunt she had to be careful over her clit, which was still sensitive. When she was done she rung the rag dry and draped it over the side of the bucket.
The man unzipped his pants and motioned Sarah forward, "Come over here and suck my cock."
Sarah crawled to him and took him in her mouth. He tasted foul but she didn't protest. It wasn't that she wanted to be good so she could get out of the room, but she wanted to eat. She was so hungry she felt faint. He pushed down her throat and she gagged but she didn't try to stop him. She had trained herself in her first few months hooking to deep throat. She allowed herself to gag because she knew the sensations would make most men cum faster.
It didn't take long before he was coming down her throat. She swallowed and tried not to look disgusted. He picked up both of the buckets and left the room.
From time to time other men came in and Sarah serviced them without speaking a word. Eventually she fell into a fitful sleep that left her groggy and exhausted the next day when Dean came back for her.
"Unless you are in your room or in the common room I would not normally permit you to walk, you'd have to crawl like the bitch that you are, but since I'm going to be showing you around it will be quicker for me if you walk."
Dean attached a leash to the collar and tugged until Sarah stood up. She followed behind him as he led her into the hallway. It was small and Sarah could see five doors, two on each side of the hallway and one at the end.
"This is the lower level. This is where we keep all the new whores. Sometimes all of the rooms will be empty and sometimes they will all be filled."
He led her to the door at the end of the hall and opened it with a small silver key. They went up a small stair case. From the number of steps Sarah imagined they had to have gone up at least to the second story before they came to a door. Behind this door was another hallway. This hallway was longer and was furnished with lights, paintings, and carpet. There were five doors on each side that were made out of steel. It looked out of place. At the end of the hall there was a man sitting in a chair drinking coffee and reading a book. He had a shaved head and wore a shirt that was a size too small to accentuate his muscles. Sarah noticed the gun that rested at his hip.
"Every room in this house is soundproof. You are going to be assigned your own room. It will be your responsibility to keep it looking nice for our guests. It will be where you service them. Fresh linen and cleaning supplies are in the closet in the bathroom. If you're ever not feeling well, tell whichever guard is on duty. He'll take you to Doc."
They reached the end of the hall and turned first one corner and then another to see a second hall that ran parallel to the first. At the end of the hall he took out another key, this one brass, and opened the door. Sarah saw another stair case that lead down.
"Down there is where you will meet with our guests. You are not permitted through this door without one of my guards or unless the alarms sound."
Dean shut the door and locked it. Sarah made a mental note that it might be the way to an exit. Dean opened the door on their right and led Sarah inside.
There was a queen size bed in the middle of the room. It had dark red sheets and matching pillow cases. After the time spent in her cell it looked like a dream. The walls were painted dark maroon. There was also a medium sized TV on a small entertainment center across from the bed. They were the only things in the room besides a light that hung from the ceiling.
"This will be your room. Your door is to be kept shut at all times, whether you are in here or not. Remember which door is yours because you are not allowed in the other girls' rooms."
Dean led her out of the room and back to the first stair case. Just for a moment Sarah feared he might send her back down into the cell. So far this didn't seem as bad as she thought it would be. Instead of going down he led her up the rest of the stairs.
The room looked like it had once been an attic. The walls had been reinforced with cement blocks and the roof sloped up to the middle. In the room there was a large television, a few treadmills, a pool table, a couch, and lots of chairs scattered around. Four girls stood around the pool table holding cues. They were all naked except for a collar matching Sarah's. Two of the treadmills were in use. Everyone looked up as Dean entered but went back to what they were doing when they saw Sarah.
Dean pulled Sarah over to a door and opened it to the bathroom. Three large bathtubs/showers were gathered on one side of the room. Next to them was a counter with two sinks under a large mirror. Cosmetics were littered around aimlessly. On the other side of the room were toilets.
Dean unhooked her collar and said, "You are free to come and go between here and your room unless you're with a client or have been told otherwise. Clean yourself up. There is a fridge and a stove in the common area. You are free to eat but you have biweekly physicals and if you go out of your weight requirement you will be starved."
