Cerulean Garrison

Vanya, hair as black as a raven, and eyes shining like an emerald in the sun, is standing outside an old brick building. It almost looks abandoned but after doing a double take for the address, this is the place. She walks up the three steps to the front door and knocks rather roughly. There is a mechanical whiz that can be heard from somewhere above her, but she can’t seem to locate the noise with her eyes. A few seconds later, the front door opens just enough for a head to poke out. There is a woman who looks to be in her mid to late forties, with thin streaks of grey starting around her ears and slight wrinkles at the corners of her lazuli blue eyes. “Hello, my name is Vanya,” the raven beauty stuck her hand out to shake the ladies, “I am here for an interview with Minny,” she declared. The lady opened the door wide and shook Vanya’s hand. When their hands touched, Vanya got a funny feeling in her gut, like she shouldn’t be there. “Yes, I have been expecting you. Come on in.” Minny invited her, stepping out of the doorway to let her in. Contrary to the outside, the inside looks well-kept. The cream walls and gold sconces make the place feel warm. The real wood floors are a good medium and the minimalist rug in the other room matches comfortably with the off-white couch and chair set. Vanya stepped to the side of the hallway to let Minny show her the way, and she gestured for her to go have a seat in the living space. Honestly, she felt like she was at her late grandma’s house rather than having an interview. “Would you like any tea? Coffee?” Minny asked. “Tea please,” she answered and watched Minny walk into the kitchen. Not long after she disappeared, she came back with two cups of steaming water and sat them down on the little wooden coffee table in front of the couch. “I was already boiling the water before you got here. Now, are you ready?” she asked. Vanya started to relax slightly with the homey feel of this interview. She nodded her head yes after dipping her tea bag in the water and added sugar. “How did you hear about us?” Minny started. “I found the company surfing the internet for a job,” Vanya stated. “Have you ever done data entry before?” “Lightly, as an accounting clerk,” “What are your greatest strengths and weaknesses?” Vanya took a sip of her tea to stall on how to answer efficiently. Forgetting the tea was hot, she choked a little bit and burnt her tongue. “Oh, I am sorry. I forgot it was hot,” she grabbed at a napkin and missed slightly. Squinting her eyes, she grabbed the napkins again and finally got a purchase of one. “What was the question again?” She asked while whipping at a spot on her white shirt. “I asked, how many partners have you had,” Vanya thought it was a weird question for a professional interview but found herself answering anyway. “None,” she was confused, but brain fog was taking over. She was having a hard time thinking straight and felt her mouth going dry. She reached for the cup of tea and took another sip to get rid of the cottonmouth. “Are you a virgin?” “Yes,” her voice sounded far away even to her ears. “Do you have any living family?” “Grandma died a year ago,” “OK, you're hired. I just need you to sign this document, and we can get started with the onboarding process,” Minny put the clipboard in Vanya’s hand along with a pen and helped her sign her name. “She’s ready!” The shout was loud, making Vanya jump slightly at the noise. Her eyes started to feel heavy, and her body didn’t seem to respond to anything she wanted it to do. A tall man walked into the room with a small bag on his shoulder. “What’s going on?” she slurred as the man drew closer. He knelt down in front of her and opened his bag. He firmly grabbed her wrist, knowing that she was still completely conscious but moldable and groggy, just how she was supposed to be. He wrapped a leather cuff around both of her wrists and ankles before clipping the wrists together along with the ankles. He looked her over, finding the tea stain still wet on her shirt, making it see through to the white lace bra underneath. “It’s going to be hard to keep the workers off of her while being a virgin. She will be able to go for the highest bid if we keep her innocence.” “So, keep her separated. I will talk to Delany about how she wants us to proceed with her. She is the first virgin, right?” The tall man, Caden, nodded his head in confirmation. Of all the girls they have captured, she is the first virgin to walk through these walls. Without being able to help himself, he bent down again, pushed her back against the couch and hiked her thin maxi skirt up past her knees. “Caden! You just said we needed to keep her innocence. What are you doing?” Minny harshly whispered. “I am just checking something,” he said in a low tone, moving his hand between her legs, finding her covered heat. He wanted to know if she was wearing a matching set. What he finds is a laced thong, matching her white laced bra. He smiled at the thought, knowing what to get her when the right time came. “Let me finish retraining her, and then I will take her to Hazael,” he said, removing his hand. To finish restraining her, he put a blindfold over her eyes, a ball-gag in her mouth and connected the wrists to the ankles before scooping her up by her middle and putting her on his shoulder. He walks to the back of the building, steps outside and goes to the storm shelter. There are three different levels to this storm shelter. Level one was the profile. They took pictures of the captured, filled in their names, physical characteristics and posted their price. Level two is where the gynecological exam and tracker incision take place and finally, level three is the showers and holding cells. Caden uncuffed her but left the blindfold and gag in place before stripping her down to her lace undergarments. This saved them from having to dress her in the same kind of undergarments. They took a couple of photos of her restrained on a cross, spread over a bench and her kneeling with her knees open. Taking her down to level two, they did a wellness check and installed a small tracker in her wrist before putting on a wrist label with her profile in the code and name above the code. Delany walked down to the second level right as they finished the normal procedure and looked Vanya over before glancing at Hazael for confirmation. “Yes, she is as assumed. A virgin,” she responded. “Triple her price and put her in the padded cell. Only three people will be allowed in. Andre, myself and you, Caden. No one else is allowed near her as they might deface her value.” With that, she walked out of the storm shelter all together and contacted Andre. “Yes?” he asked with a heavy sigh. “Sir, we have our very first virgin. I had them put her in the padded cell and triple her price. Her pictures have been sent to you,” Delany was the second in command for this operation. Andre appreciated the cutthroat attitude she carried. He created her for this position, as his past submissive training to be a dominatrix, she valued the pleasure of others before her own, even if that was selling others to make that happen. “Mhmm, good,” he paused, but Delany knew that sound, as she used to be the cause of that sound. “I will let you go. Call me when you're finished,” she said before hanging up the phone.