When I woke up, everything was swimming before my eyes, and I was sick. I guessed that it was morning, but had no idea which day. With that, there was a bright, almost sharp sunlight, shining through several small windows over my head, the room was spinning and trembling, as soon as I moved my head. A groan escaped from within. I took a deep breath, and the walls slowly stopped rotating. Although my mouth was filled with saliva, my lips were dry. I tried to wet my lips a couple of times, but I couldn't. When I tried to get up, I found that my hands were tied to the head of the bed. Not understanding what was going on, I twisted my head to look around, but it felt like my head was too heavy for my shoulders. When I managed to focus my eyes, I saw wide leather straps around each wrist, which were tied to the head of the bed. I panicked, began to twitch, and realized that my ankles were also tied, and attached to the legs of the bed, between which there was a meter and a half. My thighs were numb from such a long leg position while I was unconscious.

For some reason, my anus was terribly sick, and when I looked down at my feet, I realized that, with the exception of my beautiful sandals, I had nothing on me. Goosebumps ran down my back, I began to desperately break out of my shackles. But since I was rather tightly tied, I could not maneuver. I had to breathe heavily through my nose, and then I realized that I had a gag in my mouth. My nipples hardened, and I sweat with effort and fear. Calm down, Victoria. This is a nightmare, - flashed through my head. - Now I wake up and laugh at it. It could not happen. As if in some cheap novel. Finally, I stopped twitching and tried to think things through, checking my bonds from time to time. Useless. In the end, I realized that I could not escape. I smelled a strange smell of burning, and I was scared of the fire, as I was tied to this bed. I began to inspect the cabin. There was a small dresser with a mirror on the wall, a couch opposite the wall, a couple of wooden chairs around a small table in the corner. And then I noticed a man sitting on a chair. He was like a huge statue with light brown skin and bulging muscles.

Just looking at him, I froze, then a shiver ran through me, and I looked away. His face was wide and serious. The eyes under the thick eyebrows were dark, and there was a light in them. Half face was normal, but the other half was decorated with a complex tattoo, giving it almost a demonic look. Yes, he looked like a black Lucifer. As he later told me, the tattoo hid the scars inflicted on him by his father in his youth, when he was just starting his trade in young women. Suddenly, reality rolled at me, I realized that I was trapped.

He sat silently in his chair for five minutes, just watching Victoria. He saw how humiliating her was that she lay naked in front of an unfamiliar black man. She tried to take a position in which her vagina would be covered, but she did not succeed. She was ashamed of her nakedness, but she did not know that this was part of his plan. He saw her eyes darting around the cabin in search of a savior. But there was nobody.

The team photographed the fifteen best women in their opinion that they met in Cancún, and sent them to the “Principal”. Seeing the photo, it became clear to him that Victoria is the best of all. He ordered it. As soon as the choice was voiced, the team began days and nights to watch her all her holidays.When she went to the clothing store, in half an hour they already knew her dress size. After visiting many such stores, they knew every detail, every size. Accordingly, they gradually acquired lingerie of its size, and something else. With the right capabilities, you could teach her well, and they knew it. And how!

The man in the chair finally smiled at her and said:
“Good morning, Victoria.” Listen to me and listen carefully. Everything will depend on you, as you spend the next few weeks.

Bossman watched her reaction as soon as she woke up. She did not differ from the reaction of other women, which he captured earlier. Although he knew that every woman needs his own approach. After so many years of work, he has become like an expert on the psychology of transforming stubborn "newbies" into consonants to all slaves. At the last meeting with the team, just before they took the blonde teenager girl, they developed a plan, as it will be done with her.

He knew that he was supplying the best women to his clients, and he was very proud of this, as well as his reputation in this market. He earned a lot of money on it, but it was for him more a sport than a business. He spent a lot of time studying human behavior. And he used his knowledge in analyzing the women he abducted. He was a good analyst, but above all he was a slave owner. It was his nature.

Bossman knew that everyone had their own beliefs. And the more convinced a person is about who he is, the harder it is to convince him. But once you reassess its values, the greater the effect can be achieved. If you change his point of view on yourself and move to what he wants, you can more strongly influence his beliefs and values.

He also knew that he had to control the whole environment of the girl. Only with full submission from her side, he will achieve what he planned. Creating a good slave consists of two parts. Breaking her desire to resist (it took from two days to a week), which consisted of the sexual torture that they controlled, which would go on continuously until it finally broke down. He basically joined the initial phase of this stage, reserving the right to test his victim first. And then he drifted away to give his team full access, but always under his control and on his orders. The second part began when the subject broke, and then psychological manipulations began, in which he was a dock. The young girl with the principles that she obscured all her life - that everyone is equal to each other, and only good things happen to good people - with all this happy nonsense, he turned into an obedient whore who will gladly carry out any order of her Master. He never participated in sexual torture, as it could interfere with his goals.

Bossman was well aware of what it takes to reprogram someone else's behavior with or without drugs. Russia experimented with brainwashing drugs from the 50s to the 70s. Some government laboratories have significantly advanced science in this direction over the past fifteen twenty years. He managed to get psychoactive drugs from Russian refugees from Cuba, which he tested on his victims. He found these “friendship” drugs very useful, as they suppressed women's natural inclinations and emotional defenses, and opened their minds in looking at things from a different angle, which was radically different from what they were used to. Most people are not too happy that they can be mentally reprogrammed, and resist it at every stage. He used these drugs for fifteen years, and they were truly a miracle; his subjects had no idea that they received them with their morning food. And the drugs began to act after two to three days.

The full effect of drugs brought confusion in the mind of the bitches. They did not understand what was going on in their heads.They felt at the same time fear and pleasure, looking at the man. They wanted to appease the man and at the same time stop the training. They were afraid to disappoint the man and at the same time resisted him. It is lovely to watch women try to understand what the hell is going on with them. But in the meantime, the drugs worked, and how. As soon as he began to use them, he improved the effect of his mental and physical manipulations dozens of times - they did ...