Annie was placed back into the truck, her collar attached to a chain on the bar inside. Samantha just crawled to a doggy bed that was thrown in with her, laying down in the fetal position. After awhile on the road, Samantha spoke. "You should learn to accept it, as long as you have that collar you're not going anywhere."
"How long have you.. been paying a debt?" Annie asked.
"My father owed a debt to some very nasty people, my mother and I are paying it off. I sometimes get to see her, sometimes I assist her."
"Assist her? What do you mean by assist?"
Samantha went silent for a moment. "Has he talked about his girls? There are other girls whose souls he's shattered. They are animals, vicious; they will teach you the lesson that you have no choices, anymore. They will hurt you, order you to do things and you will do them. Or they hurt you."
"Hurt you how?" Annie asked, but Samantha went silent and would say no more. For the rest of the drive she was silent, and the silence was more nerve wracking then their captors verbal threats. Annie tried not to imagine what these girls put Samantha through; but her imagination ran wild thinking of all the sick bondage stuff her country had produced. The truck came to a stop and their captor came out, opening the truck for them.
"Alright slut, welcome to the club; the ladies are waiting for you downstairs. I suggest you do as you are told with limited whining; it might go easier for you that way." Just to remind her who was in charge, she felt a surge of electricity coursing through the collar. Annie cringed and fell to her knees. He attached a chain to Annie's collar and led her into the club.
The club was a dimly lit area that looked like a topless bar, with strippers. There was a large- breasted young lady who was at least twenty, if Annie was any judge; she had short hair and a petite frame, serving drinks. All she was wearing was a too short t-shirt, with the word 'slut' written across it. Annie was taken to a stairwell that led to the basement.
"Ladies, meet Annie; a new addition to the club. I trust you will educate her on how things are run." The ladies said nothing, but the glower they gave her spoke volumes. She was a possible new favourite, someone to take away their customers and possibly their chance at being free. Annie was sweating bullets as the owner left her to their tender mercies. Annie backed away, her hands up and spread, in a defensive posture.
"I'm not here by choice; just like you, I imagine. Please don't hurt me! I'm just like you, I just want to go home." Annie was starting to feel self-conscious around the other girls. A tall red head wearing a black leather corset circled around her.
"Let's see what you have to work with." She purred, reaching for her exposed underwear.
