TW: While it is not a central theme of the story, and while it is not graphic, please note that there is a brief mention of death herein,
It’s been weeks, months maybe, since I was taken from my car, so far away from home. I had a life once, a name, a story, innocence even, until it was all taken from me, so brutally by this - this group. I don’t even know what to call it. They call themselves the Garden, I guess in some reference to how they take women and girls and “plant” them underground – I think that’s where we are, anyway – and “grow” slaves.
I got a call one morning, from a number I didn’t know, telling me that my father had gone into cardiac arrest, but was stable for now, and that I needed to come immediately. I made the drive, it took me all day, non-stop driving to get there, but I made it. When I finally reached the address they gave me, it was an old warehouse. I tried to call back and see if it was a mistake, but there was no answer. I – tired as I was – got out of my car and started walking around, trying to find someone to ask directions. That was my mistake. That was when they took me. I never heard them coming up behind me, didn’t notice them at all until there were hands all over me, grabbing me, groping me, pinning me to the giant body behind me. They bound me and put a bag over my head, and I was tossed into a van for transport to who knows where. It seemed like we were driving forever until they picked me up and carried me out. I know we went downstairs, because the man carrying me had me over his shoulder, and the bounce with every step down jammed the bone of his shoulder into my gut. They took off the hood and threw me into a little cage, then locked the door shut on it. That’s all the room was. Cages, everywhere, all along the walls, mostly with an occupant, though a scarce few were still empty.
One of the first things they do is take away your clothes and your name, and they give you a number by which they will address and refer to you. Mine is 24601, but I was once called Melody, I think. It scares and sickens me to think that they have possibly done this to more than twenty-four thousand other girls. It sounds so simple to put it that way, that they just take your name and clothes, but no. No one agrees to be called a number, not immediately anyway. No – they rape you, beat you, even torture you if they have to, to make you agree to be called by a number, and then, eventually, to forget your own name, your home, everything.
Then the training starts. They train you to be a slave, to believe you are worthless, and that they rescued you from your stupid, meaningless, boring life. If you don’t properly show your gratitude, you’re punished, severely. I can’t even begin to count how many times I was raped, how many strokes of the lash I received, how many times they deprived me of sleep, or food, or countless other things. They are all cruel and all so very creative, and that is a dangerous combo.
Once they think you are brainwashed enough, they start making you help with the new girls. Silently, blankly helping to bathe them, or whatever else you’re asked. Senior girls – if you get that far without being sold, or given away to someone else first – have to befriend the new girls, make them believe they can be trusted, fake a plan of escape, so that they can just start to see the light at the end of the tunnel. They think they’re free, only to be “caught” again and punished for ever thinking they could get away.
I was in that position once, so close to “freedom” only to have it snatched from beneath me. They tortured me for days after that. Raped me repeatedly, most of the time in every orifice until I was a quivering mess, with cum leaking out of my body everywhere.
Of course – that was usually how the rapes went here. Though sometimes, if you were lucky, it was just one of them, and maybe they were a little bit gentler, maybe they even let you get off. Of course, if you did get off, you’d then be shamed, at least at first, for enjoying being raped. After a while they didn’t bother teasing you over it anymore, because you were so brainwashed into being a pleasure slave, it didn’t matter.
I’ve been doing my best to keep hold of who I am, while also making them believe that I have succumbed fully to my training. It’s going well, I think, though I can’t help but notice that I find peace now, in serving. I brush that off, usually, but it still gets to me sometimes. ‘Maybe they really have brainwashed me….’
I’m doing my duties for today, helping to bathe a new girl, big sorrowful eyes gazing at her, knowing her position – knowing full well she will be raped when she is finished – when a guard walks in with one of the girls who was trained at the same time as me. I stop what I’m doing and bow, as I was taught to do. I kneel, with my knees separated, and lean forward, pressing my chest and my forehead to the floor, my hands resting on either side of my head, until the guard acknowledges that I’ve done it and begins speaking.
“24601, Master Erik has requested your presence immediately. You will come with me to his office and 24604 will finish your duties here for you.”
“Yes Sir” I say, give a slight nod, and rise to my feet. I wait patiently with my hands behind my back, my eyes downcast, while the guard gives sister 24604 a smack to the ass and orders her to resume my duties.
I walk behind the guard, all the way to the waiting area outside the head honcho’s office. I’m told to have a seat until he is ready for me, but I kneel instead, knowing all too well that I could be punished if I choose to sit. Not wanting to risk it, I kneel on one of the cushions provided – the waiting room and the office are probably the most plush, comfortable spaces in the entire facility. Most comforts here are only afforded to the trainers, never the recruits.
I wait patiently until a secretary informs me that I can go in. “Thank you” I say, politely and pad with softest of steps into the already-opened door of the gigantic office.
“24601. Thank you for coming.” “Of course, High Master. Thank you for allowing me to be in your presence. I am honored.” ‘All formalities, of course’ I think to myself. I’d be severely beaten for not saying these things.
“I called you here today because I have received information that you’ve been more than satisfactory in completing your duties here, and have become a very well behaved slave on your journey with us. Is that true?” He doesn’t wait for me to respond. “As such, it is time for you to be given or sold. Perhaps both. I’ve assembled a collection of possible candidates, for a ballot tonight. All of our trainers and Masters will be present, as the vote will be held after lights-out this evening. A vote will be taken as to who you will go with, from there, you will never hear from us again, and we will have no hand in what happens to you after that. Do you object to this?” again, he doesn’t wait for my answer. Slaves don’t get a say here, not ever. “Of course you don’t. Great. Now then, why don’t you come with me, to my Suite and you can show me just how grateful you are that I am finding you a home.”
An attendant walks over to me, on cue, and attaches a leash to the ring around my neck. I drop to my knees and crawl behind the attendant as he leads me along, behind the High Master Erik to his quarters. I’m lead into a grand, lavishly decorated suite where I’m ordered to lay on my back, on the bed spread eagled. I do as I’m told and the attendant binds me in place. '‘Show how grateful I am,’ more like let you rape me’ I think. Erik disrobes and climbs on top of me. The bed is so soft. I’ve nary been on a real bed in what seems like ages. I’m so lost in comfort I barely notice him until he slides inside me, thrusting in and out, taking what he wants. I may as well be a doll. I blankly stare up at the ceiling as he rapes me and chokes me, slapping me as he pleases, though he’s careful not to leave marks. I realise quickly that that’s why I’ve been forgiven so much more than usual this week. Everyone was taking it easy on me, so I wouldn’t be all marked up for the ballot tonight.
I get lost in my thoughts, and before I know it, he stiffens and grunts and releases his seed inside me. He collapses, trapping me beneath him. Not that I could go anywhere anyhow because of the restraints, but he is nearly crushing my tiny frame with his weight.
I can barely breathe.
After a few minutes, he climbs off of me and summons a few of the senior girls. I am released from my bonds and he orders them to take me to the en suite and clean me up. They help me up and more or less carry me to the bathroom. The door is opened and I nearly gasp in amazement again at the extravagance of it all. Even before my days here, I had never seen anything so spectacular. The other girls draw me a nice hot bath, and help me in, giving me a long massage as they bathe me. It feels so weird being bathed by others, being pampered at all really.
After the bath, I’m dried well, makeup and hair fixed, and I’m led to a room to wait until the start of the ballot.
I’m brought onto the stage for the start of the ballot, just so it is known who is being given. The men in consideration are not given a vote, of course, since they would all just vote for themselves anyway.
There was quite the variation between the men, some wanted to win only so that they could then sell me, some wanted to win and then keep me, or give me to a friend, any number of things. Knowing the possibilities – or at least thinking of them, but not knowing with whom I will end up, it’s terrifying me. I wonder if I’m visibly shaking. Once the actual ballot starts, I’m returned to the waiting room, and I half expect to be raped again, but I’m not. I guess they want to keep me pristine for my new owner or something, I don’t know….
I start to get lost in my thoughts. This room is so quiet, you could actually just about hear your own heart, working away, pumping blood through your body’s network of veins and arteries.
I’m pulled from my thoughts when several men in police uniforms bust in through the locked door keeping me in here. My eyes go wide like a deer caught in the headlights of a semi. They tell me that there’s been a huge bust, but that the leaders got away, and that I was being put under arrest for prostitution and for possible involvement in the upper levels of a human sex trafficking organization.
“Get on your knees slowly and put your hands behind your head!” one of the officers orders me. I do as I’m told, but immediately start crying and pleading with them.
“Please, there must be some mistake…. I - I’m a victim here….”
“yeah, sure you are.” an officer says as he shoves me to the floor. He knocks the wind out of me and nearly crushes me beneath his weight in the process, trying to pin me down while yanks my wrists down to the small of my back and clicks the handcuffs tightly into place around them. I’m sobbing profusely now, wondering why they don’t see that as some sort of sign of innocence when the officer behind me takes hold of the cuffs and painfully yanks me to my feet by them. A shriek pierces through the cold air of the waiting room without warning and I almost don’t realise it was me right away, I’m so lost I don’t think I can feel it. I don’t know….
They bring me outside, cuffed and still naked and shove me, hard into an unmarked car. My head smacks against the door frame on the car and for a fraction of a moment, I feel excruciating pain, but then everything goes black.
Splash! Icy cold water hits my face and chest and I gasp, awake, but discombobulated. I’m not sure where we are, just that it’s cold in the room, and the ice water bath I just got from the ‘friendly’ officer in front of me isn’t helping.
“Wakey wakey, princess.” He says, with a grin and a tone that just ooze condescension. “Good now that you’re nice and alert, we can begin. We know you have information about where everyone in that building we found you in disappeared to. You were the only one there, so obviously you coordinated the escape.” He doesn’t break to allow me to speak. “So you’re gonna tell us everything you know about it or we’re going to nail you with everything we’ve got.” Something in his voice tells me he means that in more ways than one.
Finally, a chance to speak.
“Please there must be a mistake…. My…. I’m um…. This one is 24601”
“Playing games now, huh? Maybe a nice cold shower will help you to be a little more cooperative….. or maybe we should just process you and be done with it”
“No, no please….. I don’t…. I don’t remember…. I…. um….. please I was taken….”
“Fuck just shut up, stupid cunt. It seems we’ll have to uh….. loosen you up a bit.” He grabs me by the hair and drags me off to what appears to be a shower room, where we’re greeted by several guards, both men and women, all wearing gloves.
“This one’s a trouble maker. Give her the whole shebang. Take your time and ring me when you’re finished.” He walks out the door and the guards all turn to me with sickening grins.
I’m backed against the wall and suddenly hands are on me everywhere, groping, fondling, pinching, pulling, all over. I can’t move at all, between the four if them. I scream, though I don’t think anyone will come to my rescue. Not here, anyway.
Zzzziiip.
Someone is taking off their slacks. Another zipper, another pair of pants drop to the floor, discarded, both of the men are now half-naked and stroking themselves. The women continue to roughly fondle me and force their lips onto mine. Tears stream down my cheeks as the women violate me and the men stride toward me.
The women step aside as if on cue and the two guys flank me. Pinning me between them, they turn me so that I’m facing one and sandwiched between them both. They fondle and grope me some more and then lift me to my tiptoes, holding me there while they aim.
“No, no please…. Please don’t!” I cry. They just laugh at my desperate pleas and sobbing. “We heard about where they found you and what you did there…. Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this” one says, with a snicker. They start pushing their way inside me…. One in my pussy and one in my ass…. ’God they’re so big’ I think to myself. I groan and whimper and cry out as they force themselves inside me, without lubrication.
They fuck me over and over again, taking turns in each of my holes while the women watch and grope and laugh and call me disgusting names. Once they’ve had their fill, I’m so weak and exhausted. They both pull out of me and let me fall to the floor in a heap.
“Look at that, Jones, little fucking cheap whore thinks she’s done.” I look up at them in horror at these words, as they laugh at me.
They force me to eat the two women out, until they both have cum all over my face twice.
“please stop now, you’ve all had your fun”
“Oh we have, but now we have to clean you up and clean you out.”
They force me to my knees and push a plug into my ass. Or at least I think it’s just a plug. “We have to make sure you don’t have any drugs in here or anything.” One of them says, with a wicked grin. My heart sinks and my face flushes white when I realise what they’re doing, just in time for the soapy water to start flowing into my ass. They fill me up and make me hold it until I’m ready to burst, before finally getting me to my feet and moving me over to a small drain in the floor.
“Please, can I use the toilet now”
“Sure. Go.”
“Wh-where is it, then?”
“You’re fucking standing over it, you stupid cunt.”
It feels like my face is simultaneously blushing crimson and flushing somehow. I hold the contents of my bowels as long as I possibly can, hoping for some privacy, until the pain and pressure are too great and I start to release over the drainage hole. They point and laugh and tease to humiliate me further. To them, I’m not human. Perhaps I haven’t been for a long time anyway.
I’m yanked from my thoughts by a blast of icy-cold water. They’re hosing me down. Like an animal. I shrink away from the cold, curling up into myself, when the two men and the woman who isn’t holding the hose walk over to me and yank me up, holding me open to the spray. The hose is brought closer, making the blast even icier and more intense. I’m ‘cleaned’ all over, including being bent over and having water sprayed at my ass and pussy. So fucking cold.
They’re satisfied that I’m clean enough and make their call to the officer that brought me here. I’m shivering and dripping wet when he walks me back to the room I was in before.
“please can I have a towel”
“uh…. Sure I’ll get right on that.” He says with a chuckle and walks over to the thermostat. I hope he’s turning the AC down, but that hope sinks from me as a blast of cold air hits me from the vents. I curl into myself, freezing, my nipples impossibly hard and painful, when he walks over to me and pulls me out of the position I’m in, quickly, actually almost expertly cuffing each of my limbs into place on the arms and front legs of the chair, forcing me to stay open to the frigid air from the AC.
I’m visibly shivering, tears still streaming down my cheeks, trying to plead with him, but he just walks out.
I’m left alone in the room for what seems like forever, half frozen to death, before he returns with a nightstick this time.
“Alright if you don’t tell me within the next minute and a half, where the leaders of this trafficking ring are, with the rest of the vics, this baton is either going to beat the shit out of you, or it’s going in your ass. I haven’t decided yet. I’m betting neither would be too pleasant for you. Start talking, bitch.”
“Please, I…. there’s a mistake…. I don’t know anything.” I lied. Being a senior slave has its ‘perks’ including knowing where the safehouses and things are. I don’t want him to hurt me, but I’ll get a whole lot worse if Erik finds out who leaked about it.
“I…. I was taken…. Please….”
“okay then who are you? What’s your name? Where are you from and we can find out if you’re being truthful”
“I don’t…….” I start choking sobs. “I don’t remember, please….” He smacks me across the face over and over.
“Did that fucking jar your memory then? Fucking lying just like I thought.” He says, as he pulls the chair out from in front of the table.
“I guess we’re doing this the hard way then” he says, and starts beating the baton, lightly at first, against my pubic bone. The beating starts to get harder and harder until I’m screaming and crying profusely, begging for it to stop. It does. But it doesn’t end. He kneels down and starts forcing the baton, dry, into my pussy. He rapes me with it relentlessly, brutally, without mercy.
I sob. Plead. Beg. Struggle against the cuffs. Anything that will get me any bit of leeway.
Finally, it stops.
“You ready to talk now, slut?” he pulls the nightstick out of me. “Fucking hell you’re such a whore. You actually liked that! Fucking dripping all over the place”
“N-no I didn’t….. and please…. Like I said I don’t know anything”
“Apparently not. Stupid cunt.”
He walks out and leaves me alone to freeze again. It seems like forever again before the door finally re-opens. I expect to see my tormentor, but instead it’s Erik. His face is cold and stern at first, and I start to plead and reason.
“um…. P-please…. This one begs forgiveness….. she was taken…. But hasn’t said anything…. Wh-why are you here? What happe—” he cuts me off.
“Shh. This was all a test. We had to make sure you wouldn’t talk, before giving you to someone, so that if ever something happens, we know you won’t say anything. The arrest, this – it’s all fake. You’re still on the compound.”
I start to sob again. He unlocks the cuffs and gives me a blanket to wrap myself in. He puts his arm around my waist and leads me back to his suite, where he lets me lay on the bed and actually rest.
"You did well today. You made me really proud. The vote last night was a charade, too, unfortunately. But I wasn’t lying in that you will be going to a new home. There will be an auction this evening. For now, though. Get some rest. You deserve it.
I doze off in the big, comfortable bed, eventually falling into a deep sleep. I dream about what my new Master may be like…. And the possible outcomes of this evening.
I kneel on the auction block, in front of an audience of people, my knees spread wide, back straight, chest out, with my arms folded behind me, as if bound, but I’m not. As soon as everything is ready and I am in place, a pool of light surrounds me from above my head, slightly forward. It’s not blinding, nor is it simply white. I guess that it’s supposed to put me into a spotlight and make me the center of attention, while also not drowning me out. I shrug slightly to myself.
The auction begins.
It seems to go on forever, countless dollar amounts being asked for, and given, until finally a winner is declared. I wait in place, silent and still, while my new Master pays the clerk.
He walks up to me, confidence in his stride, and for good reason. He is very handsome. I guess that he might be in his mid-to-late thirties, or a very young-looking 40. He’s tall with dark blonde hair, neatly groomed, though not perfect. Just tousled enough….. I blush as I realise how attractive I find him. He smiles to me. His smile is so charming and bright, his eyes glowing as he looks at me.
My chest flutters, though I’m not sure why, as he helps me to my feet. He produces a pretty leather collar from his jacket and secures it around my neck, right on the stage, though I doubt anyone is paying attention anymore. He wraps a jacket around my shoulders and puts his arm around my waist, hugging me almost protectively close to him as he leads me out of the compound.
We get into his car and he explains that his name is Jack. He asks me for mine but I don’t know it. I start to explain and tears start dripping over soft cheeks again. He brushes them away with his finger and reassures me, telling me that it’s okay. He tells me that he will then call me Kitten in private and Melody in public. I look and sound like a Melody, he says.
My heart thumps.
I start to remember. “Melody…. That sounds so familiar…. But I’m not sure why. In the compound nobody knew anybody else’s name, just a number, or by ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’ I….. I…. I remember now…. Melody…. That was my name, before, I think.”
“Melody it is then” he grins, and starts to explain that my life will be changing considerably, and he hopes that I find it’s for the better.
He starts the car and we leave the lot of the compound forever. He tells me that we’re even leaving the state, and tells me all about my new home.
It seems like so long ago now, when I was taken, but it was less than a year. I can’t believe how much has happened to me even just since a year ago. Terrible, terrible things, in some cases, but yet maybe it is for the better. Things are starting to look up for me now.
I look out the window, thinking about my new life, with my proper name again. I’m not a number, I’m a human being. One who will, from now on, be a loved and cherished pet, slave, whatever I wish to be…. That’s what Master Jack told me…. He also said he wants to eventually find my family and reconnect us. The road ahead is full of hope and promise, now, and I can’t wait to find out what lies before me.
Melody
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***The preceding was compiled from a series of video journal entries as well as personal letters and papers found at the scene of a terrible two-car accident on state route 69. It is believed that the driver may have gone into a minor cardiac arrest and lost control of his vehicle. It swerved into oncoming traffic at high speed and wrecked.
There were no survivors.
Melody and Jack were both pronounced dead at the scene.***
