Author's Note: Moments after the trainer shatters her heart, Kristin moves upstairs. For the best experience, read the original series, "Kidnapped Kristin," author unknown, posted by Sarpedom.
Previously in Kristin Continued, Part 1:
"You're going to slave college, Doll! That's why I gave you that robe. They like a little mystery when a new slut arrives."
"But Sir, I — this slave — doesn't want a robe. I want to stay here with you." She was openly sobbing as she slipped it off her shoulders.
"Why would you want to stay here? I treat you all like dogs."
"I, I, umm, I love you!" she blurted out. "I want you."
"Doll, I know you love me. I've known it from the first day. Occupational hazard. All right, Doll. Show me."
"What? Sir?" He just stared down at her. After a moment, she shed the robe completely and lay down on her back. She moved her feet along the outside of his thighs and opened her knees to him. "Take me, Sir. Take your slave." He looked down at her inviting slit.
"On your knees, slut! Aren't you a virgin?" Kristin awkwardly scrambled back to her servile pose.
"Yes, Sir. I want you to be my first."
With that, he shot his load on her face and neck. He painted both of her eyes. She could hear footsteps retreating toward the door.
"Slut, I don't dip my wick in the merchandise. They will be here to get you in a few minutes. Clean up your nasty face and have a nice life."
Kristin Continued Part 2
Fifteen minutes after the trainer's harsh departure, two women entered through another door and found her sobbing uncontrollably, lying on her crumpled robe. "Oh, Honey, what happened? They said you were ready."
Kristin slowly looked up, showing her tears mixing with the slick cream. She started another round of heaving wails. The women glanced at each other and nodded. "Honey, we're just going to wait for you for a while. Then we'll take you up to get you all cleaned up and back to bed. OK? I'm Zoe, and this is Mia." Mia began dabbing Kristin's face with the hem of the robe.
Gradually, her breathing slowed as Zoe rubbed her back. "C'mon, time to go. I promise you that the worst of your time here is over. Let's get your robe on." Nestling her between them, they shuffled to an elevator. On the ride up, Mia pulled Kristin into a tight hug. The doors opened into a nicely decorated corridor, nothing like the stark warehouse below. They took her to a room that could have been in a fine hotel, with an actual bed, a private bath, and carpet.
"Honey, here is a clean robe. Go in and have a nice shower or bath. We will be right here when you come out."
"Umm... uh, thank you, Ma'am.
"No need for that, Honey. Just Mia and Zoe. We'll have a long talk in the morning. You have a couple days before classes start. Right now, it's bath and bed, OK?"
In the shower, Kristin adjusted the water until it was as hot as she could bear, and scrubbed her face and hair over and over, until the last of that monster's feel and smell swirled down the drain. Exhausted, she forgot about the robe and strode into the room. The girls noticed her body, pink from the hot water. Zoe stood up. "Well, look at you, beautiful! Feeling better?"
Kristin quickly put one arm over her breasts and the other over her crotch, and turned back to the bathroom. "Honey, wait! No need for modesty here. Just us girls, ya know? Look." Zoe opened her dress and let it fall. Mia followed suit. Both women drew Kristin into a hug. Zoe whispered, "No, we're not lesbos, but we have no secrets, either. They want you to be proud of your body. Clothes around here are just a decoration." She gave Kristin a playful slap. "And Honey, you have a great ass."
Mia said, "It's about two in the morning. Sleep in. We have some other girls to look after, but one of us will be back around nine. Off to bed now." They picked up their dresses and walked out the door naked, as though it was completely normal. The lock clicked.
Kristin went right back to the bathroom to retrieve the robe. She had to think for a moment to recall her former life, where one dressed, first thing, every day! Underwear, pantyhose, shoes, skirt, blouse. Less than a week ago, she chose matching colors. Tonight, the choice was white or nothing. She tied the robe tightly and fell on the bed.
Sunlight from three narrow windows near the ceiling finally woke Kristin to the sight of Mia, waiting in a chair. "I thought you would put that robe on, Honey. This won't happen every day, but I brought you breakfast in bed." The sight and smell of scrambled eggs, bacon, and orange juice brought her upright.
"Thank you, uh, Mia, right?"
"That's it. What's your name?"
"Umm, D...Kristin. My name is Kristin Holloway."
"Did they give you one of those filthy names downstairs? Mine was Clitoria."
"No, it was only Doll. Coulda been a lot worse. Were you down there? When?"
"Seems like a year ago. It's hard to keep track. You're going to get a new name up here. They like short names, don't know why. Forget your last name. You only get one. I guess it's to remind you of your place on the totem pole around here."
"Are you a slave?"
"Yes, just like you. You were probably taken off the street or in a club, right?" Kristin nodded. "Yeah, I was in a bar in Aruba, and I woke up in a cage, all drugged up. I went through everything you did, the rubber dicks, kissing an asshole's boots, all of it. Everybody meets Mr. Johnson. Was your trainer that same sarcastic son of a bitch?"
A tear rolled down her cheek. "Y-yes. I hate him!"
"Oh, Sweetie, what happened last night? Did he do that?"
"I...I was his favorite," she sobbed, "I thought he was going to m-make love to me. Then he did that. I just wanted to die."
'Yeah, I know. He's a bastard, but that's what they want. If you can survive him, you'll do fine up here. He comes up here all the time to talk to the Boss, but he never asks for a freebie. I think he really does hate women. I wasn't the favorite, but he had his hands all over a girl he called Lips.
"You need to find a way to put that behind you. It isn't like that up here. They don't yell or call you stupid names. You just have to do everything they say, sexual things mainly. As long as you're trying, the worst they will do is swat you with a little whippy thing that feels like a wasp sting."
"Mia, what is your job here? Why are you and Zoe so nice to me?"
"After Zoe and I graduated, we thought we were going to the auction with the others, but the Boss picked us to serve meals and clean up the place. Then we convinced him to let us talk to the girls and keep spirits up. Now, I guess we could be called the House Mothers. You are in for some intense training, and we are going to get you through it. We will listen to you bitch about the day, or just rub your back.
"Of course, they are watching Zoe and me, and our absolute loyalty is to the Boss. That's what keeps us off the block. But there are no cameras in here. He trusts us to keep you on the path. Please don't ask about escape. I would have to report it. Don't think about that.
"I have to go, but please eat. You need your strength. Do you have a couple of questions?"
"Umm, how many others are here? There were five downstairs."
"In fact, we just got the last one in about two hours ago. That makes four for this round, and it means class starts sooner, tomorrow morning. You are the only one from this building, and you should feel good about that. I guarantee that jackass trainer is riding the other ones hard right now."
"How long..."
"Two or three weeks," Mia interrupted. "The Boss will explain the courses tomorrow. He is expecting all of you to get an 'A' in every class. They do like to call it slave college. Don't worry about what happens after that; it's not in your control. You know that saying, one day at a time? We're going to get you through this. We're going to help you unwind, catch your breath, rub your feet, and prep you for the next day." They embraced for a long moment.
"Thank you, Mia."
"Zoe will see you at lunch." She stepped toward the door, had a thought, and turned back. "Let me repeat: there are no cameras in here. I remember those days in the cell." She winked at Kristin.
There was a lock on the outside of the hall door, but none on the bathroom. Still, Kristin had always loved a long, languorous bath. Immersed to the shoulders, she thought about the last 24 hours, dozed, and speculated about tomorrow.
What classes? The trainer said we would learn to cook, but downstairs it was all filthy sex. You're a sex slave! Get used to it. You have three holes, slut! You have to put it in your mouth. You have let them put it in your ass. One of these days, they might even put it in your pussy. No, your cunt. It's a cunt now. That's what you are-—One cunt, mint condition— ready for the highest bidder.
The water was cooling. She slid her hand down to a young woman's favorite button. But there was no spark. Too nervous, too anxious, too tired. Time for a nap.
Zoe woke her up with a tender touch on the back. "Hey, Sweetie. I have food." Kristin sat up, stretched, and swung her legs down to the floor. "Looks like you had a bath, but your hair's a mess. Here, you eat while I brush it." She pulled a brush from a drawer, stood up, and shed her dress. She crawled up on the bed, naked.
Kristin looked around at her. "Why did you do that?"
"Honey, I'm kind of an exhibitionist. I love showing off my body while I'm still young enough to pull it off. Now, starting tomorrow, they expect you to be one, too. So, we're going to practice in a bit." She set about pulling the brush through tangled locks. Like most women, Kristin loved to have someone brush and play with her hair. The little pulls and tugs put her in a state of drowsy serenity. Zoe kept brushing until Kristin's plate was empty. "Here, sit on the bed with me."
"Thank you, Zoe. That felt so good, I almost forgot where I was. Mia said you would keep my spirits up. They're up!"
"Honey, we're here to do a lot more than just cheer you up. We're going to practice some things, and we're going to help you relax." With a wink, she added, "How about you slip that robe off and let me get a look at your hot body?" Only hesitating a moment, Kristin dropped the robe to the floor. "I'm going to give you an idea what they will be looking for tomorrow."
Zoe ran her hands over Kristin's bare shoulders. "Nice smooth skin. Your arms and hands look great. They'll love these boobs." She weighed each one with her hands, casually rubbing the nipples.
"Wait..."
