"You disgraced me enough! Let me go now. LET ME GO! YOU piece of shit" she hit the bed with her fists.
Phil raised his eyebrows and looked over to Greg.
"I thought she had changes. Your report stated that clearly. But what is this? She hasn't changed at all." Phil wasn't happy at all.
"She was alright until you came in Sir. I mean it has been only 5 days. I still have over a week left on her."
"At the end of next week I want my cock stuck up her arse! And she will Goddamm plead me to do so! This at them moment is just absolute BULLSHIT GREG! I want her to be an OBEDIENT SLAVE SLUT. NOT a mind numbing WOMAN, I already get that at home and that is enough! DO WE UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER GREG?" Phil was yelling in a loud voice.
"Yes, Mr. Yates." Greg mumbled.
"You piece scum!" Anna cried and ran over to Phil. But before she could get to him Greg intervened and held her back. She kicked her legs and screamed at her. Tears were running down her cheeks. All the frustration of the last couple of days was coming out now.
"Give her a higher dosage. And make it two injections per day." Phil said, shook his head and left the room.
Greg had problems to calm Anna down. She was still kicking in his arms. He threw her on the bed.
"Shut up Anna." He screamed at her.
"No! I don't want this anymore. I just can't take this anymore... please Greg help me. Let me go!"
This was not only a hard job for her but for him too. Before Greg was scouted for this job he was a B-movie actor sliding in to the porn business. Renown for his stamina and his long dick he was soon scouted by an unknown company. They told him that he would be working with the most beautiful women in the world. Teach them and train them to also become the best sluts in the world, they told him. At first it sounded great. Being paid a million dollars per year for just having sex with good-looking woman? Little he knew that these women were being forced and drugged to become sluts. Anna wasn't the first woman he had seen resisting this much. It was mainly the drug, which made them into slaves rather than his teaching. He was growing tired of this job but he needed the money. Greg looked down on the bed. Anna was curled up and sobbed. Greg sighed. The boss said double doses. It would change Anna in less than a day. The mixture would be powerful. He had done and seen it before. The women became far more than just sex slaves...
Whatever you wish... he thought and pulled out the little aluminum suitcase with the drug and injection needles. Give her the first one now and the second one before she would go home.
Anna fought against him. He pinned her down and slapped her hard in the face so she would calm down. After the injection he left her alone in the room and went to grab something to eat for him and her.
Anna heard him leave. Silence returned. Her eyes were dried up and she couldn't cry anymore. The pain deep in her remained though. A pain that wouldn't go away in minutes or hours. It was a pain that would be there in her forever. With wobbly legs she went over to the little bathroom attached to her room. Her face was pale and her black mascara was all over her cheeks. The eyes were red and puffed. She looked away from the mirror over the sink. The bathroom was all white; from the tiles on the walls and the floor to the bathtub and sink, everything was white. The neon light made the roomer brighter than necessary. She had neither taken a bath or a shower here yet. It looked inviting.
She felt dirty and needed some sort of refreshment. A pain ran through her head. It was as if somebody was thumping with a little hammer against it. A cold shudder overcame her. Her head spun and she felt sick. She staggered towards the wall and rested her forehead against the cold tile. The neon light burned into her eyes. She closed them but the dizziness got worst when she did so. It must be the injection she thought. Too much for her body... Her mind blanked for a brief second. It happened out of the blue. It was very quick. For a second she reeled over to the other side, her body felt weightless and she saw nothing than a white sheet in front of her. Her legs caught her before her body tipped over. Anna slid down the wall and rested her back against it. Dazed she looked at the white wall only 2 meters away from her.
"What... is going on?" she mumbled.
It was like as if somebody was sucking out her life force. Her power was being drained from her. Her head tipped over onto her right shoulder. Her mind was blurred and it was hard for her to think straight. The pain in the head grew stronger with the minute. She groaned and her body finally fell on the cool ground. Her mind slipped away.
BACK TO THE PRESENT
Mark ran. He ran and ran. This was not happening, he thought. The image of his mother sucking on the cock of his best friend was still fresh in his mind. The story about his mother being a sex slave for Tom and his father? He shook his head. Sweat was running down his face. His chest hurt and his legs were getting heavier. Mark stopped and leaned forward. He panted for breath. The sky was turning orange and night was about to set. His stomach signaled for food but he ignored it. He wiped his face with his damp blue T-Shirt. He had run far. His school was just around the corner. Mark searched the pockets of his grey shorts but there was no money to be found. He scratched his short light brown hair. In his rush he had just ran out of the house. He couldn't go back... Not now. It was hot and he needed to sit down. He decided to go to the school. Mark knew it was closed but the gym might be open and he hoped for some of his friends being there. Mark walked to the corner of the street when suddenly a car with roared next to him. Mark raised his eyebrows. A red Mazda sports car... nice he thought. The windows on the passenger side moved down and he heard a man shouting at him.
"GET IN!"
I don't think so... Mark thought, ignored the car and started to walk again.
"Mark Anderson right? I am a friend of your mother. Get in the car I need to talk to you!"
Mark looked back. A massive guy sat at the wheel. A friend of his mother?
"I don't know you! I'm sorry. You know and don't want to necessary raise the number further on the statistic of child abduction...so sorry Mister." Mark replied.
"This Tom guy is in your house isn't he? Trust me Mark...I want to help your mother. She got into something bad."
"How do you know?" Mark started to get interested what this guy had on offer.
"This must be strange for you but trust me. I know what is going on with your mother. They are brain washing her. You can help her before it gets too late." The guy in the car opened the door.
"Get in. We have to talk."
Mark waited for another minute. He wasn't sure. But what he said fit into the story he heard from Tom.
"Alright..." Mark said and got into the car.
The guy accelerated the car and Mark had a good look at him. He could see the muscles beneath the black T-Shirt. His hair was a black and oily and Mark disliked him immediately. The gold chain around the guy's neck gave it the rest. Mark could smell the scent of a Playboy.
"So what about my mother then..." he asked him.
"Let me first introduce myself to you. My name is Greg and I work for the company that turned your mother into... well, something like a prostitute."
Mark sighed. So it was true what Tom told him. Why didn't his mother ask for his help?
"I take you firstly to the place where she works now, so you can get a picture of the situation. I'll talk you through what happened up to now and you can ask me questions later. OK?" Greg said.
Mark just nodded. Anger started to boil up in him. These fuckers are going to pay for whatever they did to his mom, he thought. Not with us... he thought and the image of Tom's grin appeared in his head. How could his best friend betray him like this? Had he no human decency in himself left?
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