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another one at the far end of the hallway. They were metal, and painted dark gray. He could hear a woman’s shrieks coming from behind the door to the right.
    “What the hell’s that ?” he asked.
    Carla’s smile was predatory. “Let’s go in and find out, shall we?”
    They passed through the door into a large room with the same walls, floor, ceiling and lighting. The far wall of it was taken up with a row of cages. They looked like the kind used to transport big dogs. A naked woman huddled in one of them, staring with open-mouthed dismay at the scene in the middle of the room, but Ron’s eyes were drawn to the naked woman there. She was standing, stretched taut into an “X” by chains attached to leather straps fastened to her wrists and ankles. She was standing on her toes when he first saw her, but she quickly slumped in her bonds, letting her head droop. She seemed exhausted. Her long, dark hair was damp with her sweat. It hid her face, but not before he’d seen a heavy bit gag wedged between her teeth. She was whimpering now. The lighting, dim as it was, picked out highlights from the sweat on her body. He saw a trickle of saliva drip from her mouth onto the floor. There were a lot of wet spots there under her, and a floor drain as well. Two burly men, identically clad in black jeans, heavy boots and black hoods that hid their faces, looked towards them as they came in. They both nodded towards Carla and went back to whatever they were doing. One held some sort of vibrator. The other held a short leather strap. He used it to lash the woman’s ass once. She jerked, threw her head back and shrieked again as she got back up on her toes. Ron could see her leg muscles straining and quivering from fatigue. She looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties, average height and fairly pretty in spite of the physical strain she was under. She had nice, full hips, but her breasts were on the small side: “Teats” according to his own classification. The man with the strap used it on her ass again. This time she couldn’t work up anything more than a weak, gurgling moan.
    “What is this?” he turned and whispered to Carla.
    “Sex slave training,” Carla whispered back. “The real hard-core stuff. This is part of the breaking procedure. She has to stay on her toes or she gets whipped. They use that vibrator to force orgasms out of her and wear her out more quickly. Sooner or later, she can’t take any more and she starts begging for mercy.”
    “How can she beg with that gag in her mouth?”
    Carla chuckled nastily. “With the proper incentive, she’ll find a way.”
    “And if she does, then what?”
    “Ahhh…” Carla grinned. “Then they let her down. She’s so eager to please by then that she’ll do almost anything they want. Usually that means sucking and swallowing. After that, they’ll put her back in her cage and let her rest while they move on to that other woman there.” She pointed towards the woman in the cage. In spite of her look of horror, Ron noted that she was as close to the action as the cage would permit, instead of cowering at the back end of it. Her fingers were gripping the thick wire mesh of the cage so hard that even in this bad light her knuckles looked white. For the first time, he noticed that the caged woman seemed Eurasian. Her bare skin was a faint tan all over. Her long, straight black hair was in need of a good brushing.
“I suppose that other woman will come out of her cage already willing to do whatever they want,” he whispered, so close into Carla’s ear that she shivered.
    “It won’t make any difference,” Carla said. “Do you do anything similar out in the woods?”
“Out there, it’s usually one woman at a time,” Ron answered. “We use their isolation and sense of helplessness to help break them down.”
    “Don’t you ever have multiple women at a time?” Carla asked. “No, never mind that now. You can tell me later. Would you like to have a