it was small, and from the furniture I could see only two narrow beds, but without hanging belts and holes. One bed was neatly made with a soft bedspread, on which a large pillow lay in their heads. The second bench was dismantled, as if someone here had just slept.

- Here! - the girl said quietly, - Now you will live here.

I sighed heavily, but said nothing.

Soon the girl came back in shackles and handed the blonde a bag.

“Go to bed,” she nodded to the bed. “I can handle it myself.”

“Yes, madam,” the girl obediently fell into her place.

Having settled on a stove bench, she backed her head with her hand and began to watch. A blonde put me on a free bed face down. Exhaling noisily, she pulled off her jacket, and I saw the strong muscular body of an athlete. Apparently, the girl long and hard engaged in sports.

- What you are watching? - whispered blonde and smiled, - My biceps surprised?

“Yes,” I honestly admitted.

“Add“ Lady, ”she said,“ So it should be. ”

“Yes, madam,” I replied.

“That's good,” the athlete began to get some sort of pots, boxes, and sachets from her bag, “Now we will treat you, and in a couple of days you will be like new.”

Apparently, I shook so much that it became noticeable. The blonde smiled and said:

- I see you have already met with the ointment.

“Yes, madam,” I nodded my head. “Don't.

“Do not be afraid,” the girl from the next bed suddenly said, “Mrs. Selina will only treat you.”

“And you, Ma, the lady will shut her mouth so that she won't get caught,” the blonde answered with a grin. “I told someone to sleep?”

“Yes, madam,” the girl giggled, but remained in the same position.

Selina wrapped cotton wool on a thin stick, moistened it in some kind of viscous liquid and leaned over me.

“Ma,” she called, “Put a pillow under your stomach.”

- Yes, madam, - the girl jumped off the bed, grabbed my pillow and said, - Lift the ass.

I struggled up, writhing in pain, and Ma shoved a pillow under the abdomen, twisting it with a roller. Selina slowly began to lubricate both my holes, muttering something under her breath. She greased for a long time, now and then, dipping her wand into the jar.

- Well, how? - the blonde asked, - Has it become easier?

“Yes, madam,” I replied. “Thank you.”

“Now girls,” she turned to both of us, “Sleep and not a sound.” And then angry.

Ma giggled and climbed back into her bed. Selina pulled a pillow out from under me, whipped it well and put it under my head. Then she pulled out a blanket and covered me. Quickly I collected my first-aid kit and walked to the door.

- Ma, - she turned to my neighbor, - Do not bother with questions and any nonsense. Give the girl a rest. Talk more. Do you understand?

“Yes, madam,” Ma snapped, smiling slyly.

The door quietly closed, the lock clicked and the light went out. The room plunged into darkness. There was silence, it was only a sound, as the chains jingle on my dark-skinned neighbor. I closed my eyes, but the dream did not go.

- Do you sleep? - I heard a whisper.

- Not.

- What's your name?

“I have no name,” I replied sadly. “There is only a number, but I don’t even know it.”

“But you were somehow called!” - Ma said in a surprised voice, - There is no way without a name!

“Samantha,” I answered sadly, “And you, Ma?”

“This is my mistress calling me,” the girl explained. “Actually, my name is Mariella.”

“I see,” I tried to lie on my side, but a sharp pain pierced my whole body, and I groaned.

“Don't move,” Ma advised me. “Lie still.”

I heard the girl, clinging to the shackles, climbed out of her bed and sat down on the edge of my bunk.

- How long have you been here? She asked, straightening my blanket.

“It looks like five days,” I replied uncertainly. “And you?”

“I don’t know,” Ma said. “I lost count.”

- Where are you from? - I asked.

“I was born on the island of Malta,” Ma said, not without pride.

- How did you get here?

“Just like you,” the girl replied calmly. “Where are you from?”

“The United States, Boston,” I felt that tears were choking me.

Ma noticed it. I felt her little pen run through my hair.

- Do not cry, - she stooped to my very ear.

“Your lady ordered us to sleep,” I said, “or she will punish.” And I've had enough.

“First, Mrs. Selina is not only mine, but now your mistress,” Ma said calmly. - And secondly, Mrs Selina is kind. But you are right. Let's sleep.

Ma went to her couch. I tried to fall asleep again, but as soon as I closed my eyes, I got up that terrible picture in which I was raped. Having buried myself in a pillow and clasping my head with my hands, I sobbed like a child. I am a free person, a citizen of a free country, now I was at the mercy of some monsters who don’t even consider me as a person. And I'm not alone! How many people like me here like Ma? Why did these people decide that they could control other people's destinies? Imagine yourself a gods? Or the demons? This is most likely. Unnoticed, I fell into a heavy oblivion.

***

Someone touched me on the shoulder. I barely opened my eyes and saw that next to my bed there was a tall, slim girl in narrow worn jeans and a spacious white shirt with wide sleeves and an unbuttoned collar.

“How are you feeling,” she asked tenderly.

“My head is very sore,” I replied sluggishly and, having recollected myself, added, “Mistress.”

“My head hurts — it's bad,” said the girl thoughtfully, “But it's fixable.”

“Excuse me, madam,” I said, alert, “Who are you?”

“Martha,” the girl slowly pulled back my blanket, “Selina sent me.” Do not be scared of me.

- What do you want to do with me? - I asked frightened.

“You need to get up and wash your face,” she explained, “I'll help you.”

I barely got out of bed. The body hurt less, but there was a strong weakness. I tried to get on my feet, but my head was spinning, and I would have fallen if Martha had not grabbed my arms.

“Take your time,” she said.

Carefully supporting me by the waist with one hand, she helped me to put on a thin robe that barely covered my charms, and led me to the toilet room. I washed, and Martha combed my hair with a large comb. Returning to the room, which I could not call the prison cell, she sat me on the bed and brought breakfast. The food was significantly different from the one I was fed in quarantine. I will not describe all the culinary delights, but I got the pleasure.

“And now we shall undergo treatment,” said Marta, “Lie down on your tummy.”

“Excuse me, madam,” I began timidly. “May I ask you?”

“Of course,” the girl smiled, “Ask.”

- Where is my neighbor Ma?

“At work,” Martha answered mundanely.

- Like this? - I did not understand.

- Somewhere the floor washes or in the kitchen helps.

- And I?

- And while you are ill, - Martha smiled again, - You will be healthy - you will go to work too. Only for it do not pay anything.

- And you can still question, madam? - I grew bolder.

“Yes,” Martha slapped me gently on the cheek.

“They brought my girlfriend, Jin, together with me here.”

“I know,” she began to lubricate my slits.

- What with her?

You see, - Marta sat on the edge of the bed and covered my ass with a veil, - After all, your girlfriend is black. So?

“Yes,” I agreed.

“I'm afraid she was sent to another department,” Martha said.

- Where is it? - I was alarmed.

“Here they are called“ nipples, ”the girl replied sadly.“ They are used for special services by order of the owner. But you don't need to know about it yet. Maybe later you will be taken to her.

I wanted to ask something else, but said nothing. Martha collected the medicine and looked at me carefully .... Read more →