Tanya easily found the address specified in the ad. The three-storey red brick mansion with a sloping tile roof and a large marble porch was located on the very edge of a small cottage village, one of many that had recently grown in the suburbs like mushrooms after rain. Having looked around a little, the girl sighed deeply and with a decisive step went to the lattice gate.

- Where are you going, baby? - a tall guard in a black suit and a snow-white shirt has grown on the other side of the fence, both out of the ground, - This is a private territory.

- I know, - trying to speak calmly, Tatyana answered, - I am on the ad. About work.

- you assigned? - changing the tone, asked the guard and for some reason grabbed the radio, sticking out of his pocket.

- Report, please, - the girl's voice still treacherously quivered.

The gate guard nodded sullenly and, stepping aside, spoke for a long time with someone on the intercom mounted in the wall. Finally, the little gate almost silently opened, inviting the guest to enter. Tanya hesitantly took a few steps and found herself in the house. The gate quickly closed behind her, and the deaf click of the lock made the girl start.

“Wait,” the guard grunted, and again took his place under the shed not far from the gate.

It started to rain, but the type who was on the post did not even move and did not suggest to Tanya to hide under the roof, although there would be enough room for two. Fortunately, the door soon opened. A slender young woman came out of the house in a strict gray suit, consisting of a narrow skirt, slightly covering her knees, a fitted short jacket and patent leather shoes on a small stiletto. Dark red hair was carefully combed back and fastened at the back of the head with a massive hairpin in the shape of a bow.

Frowning at the gray sky, the woman approached Tanya and looked at her attentively. Without saying a word, she ordered a gesture to follow her. Kate obediently began to follow this red-haired lady. The girl was surprised by her walk. This lady in a gray suit seemed to drive a pile into the ground. At the same time she frantically waving her hands, as if marching on the parade ground.

Following the woman, Tanya noted that the figure of the red matron is very attractive, and tight-fitting clothing only emphasizes all the charms that were available, including an appetizing butt and an elastic rounded chest.

“No less than the fourth size,” the girl estimated.

Climbing onto the porch, the lady, without a word, stopped the guest and disappeared through the door.

- At least it doesn't drip here, - Tanya thought, - And thanks for that.

Five minutes passed when the door swung open and the girl was invited into the house. Again, without a single word. It was already starting to get on my nerves, but Tatyana managed to pull herself together.

Having crossed a threshold, she appeared in a spacious light drawing room. Looking around the room, the girl came to the conclusion that the inhabitants of this house have a good taste and are well versed in art.

Feet immediately drowned in a soft carpet with a long fluffy pile. Along the walls covered with silk, painted in soft soothing tones, stood antique furniture inlaid with blackened silver and ivory. In the far corner was a fireplace decorated with tiles. Tall windows with painted stained glass windows were half hung with curtains of expensive material.

“Come to me,” came a slightly hoarse voice.

Tanya even shuddered in surprise. Only now he noticed that in a deep armchair, trimmed with turquoise velvet, sat a young beautiful woman. Tatiana took a few steps and stopped in indecision. Bored by nature, she suddenly felt an inexplicable anxiety.Something repelled her from this lady, but, at the same time, constrained her muscles, making it impossible to move freely.

The woman sat motionless, like a wax sculpture. Her black long hair fell on rounded shoulders, giving the face a slightly elongated shape. Big black eyes stared without blinking. The sensual mouth was slightly open, gleaming with an even row of pearl teeth. The lady was dressed in a spacious trouser suit, and her hands were covered with black lacquer gloves. Between her fingers, she held a long amber mouthpiece, into which a thin cigarette was inserted, emitting a light menthol flavor.

- Where do you live? The lady in the gray suit asked.

“In the dormitory of a weaving mill,” Tanya suddenly felt ashamed for her words for some reason.

“So you're looking for a job,” said the woman in the chair.

“Yes,” said the girl in a choked voice, dropping her eyes.

- What can you do? - the woman leaned forward slightly.

“I can clean, cook,” began Tanya.

- Undress, - interrupted her mistress of the house.

- Wh-what, sorry? - Tatyana did not understand.

“I want to look at your body,” the woman said in an imperious voice, slowly rising from her chair, “Come on! I'm not used to waiting.

Tanya froze in confusion. She did not think that the interview would begin with such a requirement. Amazingly blinking her eyes, she suddenly felt like someone's hand, like ticks, grabbed her by the neck and with a strong push dropped her to her knees.

“You are disobedient, little rubbish,” a woman in a gray suit hissed from behind her back. “But I can educate naughty girls.”

Recovering, Tanya tried to free herself from the grip, but suddenly she felt a slight stab in the neck. My head was spinning, my arms and legs were filled with lead weight, my back ached unpleasantly. The girl tried to move, but only lost her balance and fell prone on the carpet. Milk fog filled his eyes, and Tanya plunged into the impenetrable black mist.

The girl opened her eyes. Twilight stood around. It smelled damp and moldy. The body felt a slight chill. Blinking her eyes to get used to the dim light, Tanya tried to get up, but hit her head on something ribbed and hard.

- What is it? - the girl nervously twisted her head.

She was in a cramped cage, in which one could only sit with his legs tucked up to his chest. The floor was made of roughly hewn boards and completely naked.

Something quietly rang. The girl squinted at her hands and froze in a daze. Metal wristbands connected by a short chain glittered on her wrists. The same "ornaments" were put on the ankles. Tanya put her hand to her throat and with horror found a wide hoop around her neck, from which a thick chain stretched to the back of the cage.

Only now she noticed that she was completely naked. She even took off her panties. Large goose bumps ran through the body.

- Where I am? - the girl asked herself, - Where did I get, and what will happen next?

The girl seized the fear, which quickly turned into a panic. Grabbing her hands at the thick cast-iron bars, she began to shake them and scream loudly. But soon her voice was hoarse, and her strength dried out, and Tanya, breathing heavily, sat down on the floor and cried silently, clasping her head in her hands.

Grate the bolt. From surprise Tanya huddled in the farthest corner of the cell. Her heart was ready to jump out. Stretching her knees to her chest, she prepared for something terrible. But in the doorway a very young girl appeared with a tray in her hands, on which stood two aluminum bowls. The girl finely seeded to the lattice. While she was pushing a tray into the slot, the prisoner managed to examine her. The girl looked like no more than sixteen. She was dressed in a short dress that quietly creaked with every movement. Most likely it was latex. On a thin waist, a small apron of the same material was whitewashed, coquettishly tied on a lush bow. The legs were shod in simple ballet flats, also white.

When the girl straightened, Tanya noticed that her throat tightly tightened a metal collar with a large ring in front.Arms and legs were shackled in the lungs, but apparently strong shackles.

- Who are you? - asked Tanya.

The girl silently nodded at the bowls and crossed to the door, ...