.. train them ... or something..." I was stammering my words slowly, trying to understand if he was serious or just pulling my leg."Train them?" the m...an laughed. "They're as trained as I need 'em, bitch. You're the one needs training and we're starting right now. Clothes off. Now."It was a command and I swallowed hard, wondering how I'd ended up in this mess, pretending I was some wacko's dog. But what was I going to do? I couldn't say no, or walk away, or argue with the guy. I didn't even know. Fuck me harder…” She was also lifting her buttocks and finding a rhythm. We were fucking non-stop and were sweating as well. I was pressing her boobs very roughly. We fucked for almost 25 minutes. It was actually a grueling make-out.Then I came inside her. I unloaded my gun fully inside my girlfriend’s tight pussy hole.Both of us then lied side by side as we were exhausted. But it took hardly 15 minutes for me to get ready again. I started massaging Anamika’s cunt and was pressing her boobs. I deserved it,” Brian smiled. “I will call you the minute I get back,” she hugged him. Brian smiled. “I know. And every day after,” he said. “Don't do that!” Scarlett said looking up at him. “You're not always the big tough guy. I have seen you at your worst and everything in between, ” she smiled with one of her huge smiles. “I will smooth things over and you will be welcomed back with open arms,” she said as she backed away towards the truck. “Not even your powers are that good,” Brian. It didn’t take very long to transform the girls from easy going, self directed, lesbians to willing, deferential, obedient, service-oriented, young sex slaves.Skippy had long ago substituted the dungeon in his own personal mansion, the one used to prepare Jane, to a new and improved one in a separate building which he referred to as the ?slaves quarters.? It was in this building that all the new ?recruits? were kept in isolation and fear until they had learned to conform to the erotic.