Darkness enfolded the nondescript car. A silver Mercedes waited at a deserted loading platform. André frowned. That was careless of her to leave it in the open. Slivers of light around the distant office door, another sign that things were getting lax. Well, the place will be cleaned up and sold on in the coming week.
A bare functional office awaited him. He looked at the dossiers on the table and felt pleasure surge in him. Nothing can stop him. But he frowned again. Four?
Renate stepped into the light, gleaming in her silver bodysuit. She kneeled, her hands behind her back, and bowed her blonde head. Gleaming hair tumbled over her face. She waited.
Andre put a hand under her chin, lifted her head. Her eyes widened in anticipation. He nodded.
"You have done well." He noted the almost orgasmic reaction and smiled inwardly.
"Tell me about them."
She remained on her knees but began. "Sherry is a natural. I found her at a shelter for women in distress. She was only too eager to get into my bed..."
"Less about you, more about her."
Her eyes widened in terror. "I'm... I'm sorry, André. She is passionate, desperate, has no connections, nobody to look for her. She is already broken to orgasmic pleasure and has reacted well to pain conditioning. Her IQ tests in the high 130's. She has an aptitude for mathematics and was studying statistics when she dropped out."
He grunted. She would be good at Racto Industries, they needed a statistical analyst. "Finishing?"
"My estimate is that she needs a minimum. I would say three days with you for imprinting, sir, and some with Sam or Donald. Then she would..."
"She's at the apartment?"
"Yes, sir, she had five orgasms yesterday, and she's usually totally passive for at least one day afterwards. I had planned..."
He made a gesture. "Next?"
She nodded, swallowing. "Donna comes from an upper middle-class family with good Midwest connections. She got involved with a bad guy, got into the drug culture, and was on her way down. I signed him off, had her in isolation here for a month, screaming and going cold turkey. Sam took her every day, she is broken to him, will do anything for him. He had her twice yesterday. It would take your weaning her off, imprinting her on you, she is ready for that. She needs a father figure, a guiding light, a master. Her strong point is people, she has an ability to read people, worm herself under their skin, seduce them, make them trust her. She has a business background and an IQ of 135. A good organiser."
André nodded. The CEO of Telsom needed a replacement PA. "She is here?"
She nodded. "Yes, Sir. I have her in sensory deprivation at the moment, waiting for you."
He nodded. "Next?"
"Bronwen is a rare beauty, Irish ancestry, red hair, white skin, green-brown eyes. Old money family, but they threw her out for drug use and an unacceptable boyfriend. Total dependence on someone else to take decisions for her. Dumb as a plank, sexy as hell. She got pregnant, an unacceptable sin to them. She was desperate. She is on an orgasm a day, cocaine substitute, mild dominance, and a belief that she will be taken care of by a hidden master. She is ready for you to step in and redirect her life."
"The child?"
"Aborted. She refused, the trauma is part of my... our hold on her, the belief that she is sinful and can expiate it through obedience."
He nodded. "At the apartment?"
"Yes, lazing in the sun, sleeping when Donald's not fucking her. Happy as a pig in shit."
André nodded. There are several clients in need of a sex puppet. Or maybe he should keep her floating? A holiday fucktoy for big businessmen? That will take administration, and with Renate out of the picture someone else would have to handle that. Perhaps Donna for the interim?
"And the fourth? I thought we agreed that three would be enough?"
She cringed.
"A girl I picked up at a truck stop, sir. Totally anonymous. I was on my way back from dropping Cecilia off, sir. I judged that it would be risky flying out with her, there's all sorts of identity checks, and you do remember she was on a watch list for trafficked persons. And I love taking the toy you bought me out on the long road."
He nodded, his face inscrutable. His opinion was confirmed, she would have to go. A speeding ticket, a chance recognition near where Cecilia was being infiltrated... The stakes were higher now.
"So tell me about this girl?"
"Jessica, sir. Mid twenties. Out of some cow town in the backwoods. Ran away because of a forgotten sex scandal in her religious community, and she believing she was condemned to a life in sin. She feels she needs to be punished. Highly intelligent, IQ at genius level, but untrained apart from basic household duties and managing a farmer's supply store. Shows exceptional linguistics skills, people skills, maths aptitude, some mechanic aptitude."
