The girls would just as well have been naked, they had on so little. Same as before; raped, beaten, drugged, abused and sold along the route to Los An...gles. The boys were no better off.The drones had spotted the suspicious van in the pipeline right of way and had witnessed transfer of two girls from another van that quickly left. The van had pulled into and out of the right of way several times after the drone was locked onto the position. Problem is the van that left headed in the direction. Finally, he unloaded and left us hanging there inside of our painful skin for a long time.That night, we inspected each other and found that, while we were sporting an impressive array of red stripes, there were no blood blisters or cut skin. He had made sure that his new toys weren't damaged in any way. That was at least, slightly encouraging. ---------------Training SlavesAfter our episode of punishment, our attitude changed dramatically. Not toward the guy, but in front of him. We would. The second man holding her wrists produced a knife with his other hand. "Bet a pretty thing like her has more pretty things in her apartment." he growled in gravelly voice that sent a chill up her spine. "Good thinking, any funny business and my associate might cut that pretty face of yours. Gonna be quiet?" he asked, his false oily charm back. After nodding fervently he released her. Beaver. Quiet, safe, little Beaver; and here Sarrah was getting mugged and about to have her. I took solace in the fact that she would let me know exactly how she should be treated, much like in the authoritive and forceful way she told me what she expected form me in the pictures we had previously exchanged.I reached the door to the green room took one deep breath and entered, she was sitting on a sofer at the far end of the room, her skirt lifted high on her thigh, her shirt unbottened provocatively low so that it revealed the tops of her breasts neatly ordained with a silver trinket.