Chapter 5

The woman left immediately, and we all looked for the robes she had mentioned. In the end, it was a nightgown that barely reached our knees; at least the bras were my size and looked brand new.

"We have to stop this," one of the girls said. "This is human trafficking, and it's against the law."

"Do you really think the authorities know where we are? I'm sure many of us were tricked by a wolf in sheep's clothing. At least my family won't look for me, I'm sure of that," another replied.

"In my case, if I go back home, the exact same thing is waiting for me—and the worst part is it would be from my own mother." I started to cry. "She was right there when a bastard raped me and took my virginity. I hate her to the very core of my soul," I told them.

A few minutes later, another woman arrived.

"What the hell are you bitches talking about? You are here to learn how to actually fuck, not to socialize, and definitely not to cry." She pointed right at me. "Come on, move it, fast."

We all left the room and walked down a few hallways until we reached another room. It was quite small, barely fitting ten people.

"Here you will learn how to handle a penis, and you will get rid of your fear. Go over there and grab one each."

On some tables, there were plastic dildos, about fifteen centimeters long. Many of us picked them up using just a few fingers. One girl accidentally turned hers on and dropped it the moment she felt the vibration.

"Idiot! How dare you drop it?" the woman snapped. "Let make one thing clear: anything you damage or cause a loss to the business, you will pay it off with more work."

We all nodded.

"I want you to grab the base with your right hand and do exactly this."

She began to move her hand up and down slowly. She gripped it tightly, but at the same time, she did it carefully so as not to damage it.

"I want you to practice with the one on your tables. I warn you, they have a pressure sensor. If you grip too hard, it will beep. If you go too fast, it will beep too. Treat every beep as a complaint from your client."

I knew I had no options for the moment. My plan was to wait for a client I could tell everything to, but the problem was I didn't know how long that would take.

We spent about an hour practicing. Three girls made their dildos beep and were punished.

"Your next class is through the next door on the right," she announced.

We all left and went to the next door. It was another small room, and someone was already waiting for us inside.

"With me, you will learn the art of seduction. You won't just give pleasure to your clients; many times, you will have to hunt for them. When you are ready, you will be taken to the other business, and your duty will be to catch as many clients as possible or make as much money as you can. Some have been lucky enough to find someone who pays such a high price that they end up leaving this place. But that has only happened four times, and it happens through the power of seduction."

The class was a bit boring. Near the end, a man walked in. He looked about forty years old, entered without greeting anyone, stood in front of us, and began to inspect each one of us.

"Is this the new merchandise?" the man asked.

"Yes, sir. They arrived this morning."

"Show them what they have to do, with just one word from me."

"Yes, sir."

The teacher knelt in front of him, pulled down his pants, and pulled out his penis. She began to give him a blowjob right there in the middle of the class, until the man ejaculated into her mouth.

"Show them," the man said again.

The teacher turned around and showed us her mouth full of semen, and a moment later, she swallowed it. Many of us felt disgusted by what we had just seen.

"I want you to understand something: you cannot spill that milk, unless your client decides otherwise. But if he decides to give it to you in your mouth, you have to swallow everything."

The man clearly wasn't satisfied yet. His large penis remained fully erect and hard. He began to look at us one by one until he called one of the girls to the front.

"You. Come here."

Terrified, she stepped forward without knowing what he would ask of her. When she stood in front of him, he turned her sideways, bent her over slightly, and penetrated her without any hesitation. Everyone in the class stood frozen, watching how this man was fucking a sixteen-year-old girl right in front of us. You could tell she was in pain.

"If you want it to stop hurting, you have to relax your body so your vagina relaxes and starts to lubricate on its own. Otherwise, every encounter will make you suffer," the teacher advised.

Apparently, the girl listened to her. She began to relax, and her cries of pain gradually ceased, turning into moans.

"See how you're liking it now, you bitch?" the man said. "You're a whore who's going to love being ridden on a dick. The time will come when you'll feel the absolute need to be on one."