Cherry's Rescue

Part 2

Cherry woke up strapped to a bed. Dr Renfield hovered over her.

"You had an allergic reaction, you passed out from shock. Quite unusual, really. Don't worry, it wasn't the "O" itself, just one of the 'innocuous' stabilizers."

"Let me go!" She had a chance to scream for the first time, and strained against her bonds. "I'm never going to do what you want!"

"But you will, Cheryl." Dr. Renfield spoke softly, but his voice dripped with menace, "Our program has never failed to achieved complete success. You will crave to submit and to obey, you will soon be happy, no, eager, to perform acts that would make you puke if I described them to you now. And always you will want and need sex - more and more sex. You will acquire an urgent desperation that will never fade or go away, and, best of all, you will realize how much you have changed, and you will love it!"

"No! I will never be what you want! I won't do it. You can't make me!" Cherry screeched defiantly.

"Mistress Sonia loves the fighters. I, myself, prefer a more rational and pragmatic attitude. Fortunately for you, as I said, your little reaction was not to Substance "O" itself. So I have hand-produced, at great effort and bother, a batch safe to use exclusively on you." He produced a large needle filled with an greenish liquid, and injected it into her arm. "One advantage of intravenous vs oral administration is that you can receive a much larger and stronger dosage this way. Soon you will be overcome with sexual urges. Normally the Breakers would be satisfying you and relieving your frustrations, a dozen times a day, if needed. But we discovered something when we examined you just now - you're still a virgin. The little tramps we abduct are very seldom virgins."

Cherry caught movement from the corner of her eye, and was able to turn her head enough to see Mistress Sonia walk up. "I hear Renny has been briefing you. Good. They call you 'Cherry', how appropriate. I've been on the phone, and just finished pre-selling you to Mr. 'M'; and the deposit he made will put us into the black on this entire class. He specified a 'Total Hands-Off' training program, naturally. I will move you next to Harrietta, whose father already requested the same course. Soon you will be begging the Breakers to ignore orders and fuck you till you scream."

"Harriet." Dr. Renfield said gently. "Not Harietta."

"You people are sick!" Cherry knew her protests sounded feeble and pathetic, but she wasn't going to let their callous statements about her future go unchallenged. "I don't care what you do, you'll never get me to co-operate, never! You might as well let me go."

Two Breakers came in and wheeled her gurney through the halls till they came to the very end of a long corridor. They unstrapped her and shoved her into a small cell. It had a steel door with a small window. Cherry was starting to feel funny. Her heart was racing and she felt slightly flushed. The sensations were starting to be concentrated between her legs. The damn drug was starting to make her aroused! She was alone in her room; she tried to fight it; but eventually her hand found its way down there to relieve her frustration.

The next few weeks were horrible. Cherry discovered that Harriet was in the room next to her (at the very end of the hall), and Candy was on her other side. They were able to talk at night when things got quiet. Every day she was taken to the Academy's gym, where she was forced to complete a workout designed to increase her endurance and flexibility "for use in your new career". Sometimes there were other girls working out there, often the Breakers interupted to rape them right in front of her. Cherry was never touched. Neither was Harriet.

"I don't know why he sent me to this awful place," Harriet told her on the second night. "I would have done what he wanted. I really want make him happy. I'm going to try real hard here to learn what he wants me to do."

If young Harriet's confession was disturbing, it was nothing compared to what Candy was telling her.

"The Breakers were taking turns at me all morning." She sounded excited, "Cherry, they are all so HUGE! Every one of them is as big as my forearm! They were down my throat and up my ass as well. And I kept coming! It's that "O" they gave us. I couldn't stop myself."

On the third day, Mistress Sonia entered the room and announced: "I have a friend here who would like to visit you." She was followed into the room by Bull Ballock.

"Brian! Help me! Get me out of here!"

Something was wrong. He didn't say anything. He just stood there staring at her nakedness, with a cold grin on his face. Something was happening in the crotch of his black jumpsuit, and he reached down, with the casualness she had witnessed with the Breakers at the gym, opened the big velcro flap that released his cock. Even on his big frame, it looked disproportionate. It was unbelievably huge, and stiffening so fast it looked like it was leaping straight at her.

Mistress Sonia tapped his lengthening shaft with the handle of her whip. "Down, Bull." It went instantly flaccid. "Sorry, dear, this one's not to be touched."

"Bull is completely in my thrall now, Cherry," She announced. "An excellent hypnosis subject, though he didn't take much persuading at all. He has been very good, and was allowed to have Candy several times this morning. It's always nice to re-unite old friends. We may not have the best pay scale, but given the nature of the job, it's always easy to recruit Breakers. The only difficulty is finding the Big Ones."

"Hi, Cherry." Bull said at last. His eyes had never left her body once.

Cherry couldn't help herself - she had briefly pictured what it would have been like if she had been with Bull, before. If she had been his lover. She knew these thoughts and images were from the "O", but she still could not stop them.

At a gesture from Mistress Sonia, Bull stepped back into the hall. The dominatrix reached out and tipped Cherry's chin gently upward to stare into her eyes.

"You're overdue for your first hypnotic session."

* * * * *

That night Cherry tried desperately to remember what exactly Mistress Sonia had said. She could recall her soothing voice speaking to her, but not the actual words. It was probably something horrid, and almost certainly about sex. For the first time since her injection with "O", her body was beginning to feel normal again. Candy's voice interupted her efforts to remember.

"Bull Ballock is here as one of the Breakers. We did it several times before he took me to the gym, and then again once we got there. He is so great! Why the hell didn't you get him to fuck the shit out of you when you had the chance? I think he's the biggest guy I've taken yet!"

Candy did not sound like she had any hesitation or regrets.

"I saw Mistress Sonia use her whip. You remember that girl that was whining the first day? A couple of the Breakers, (I haven't learned all their names yet), were shoving something up her ass. She was screeching and complaining, so Mistress Sonia had them hold her while she flogged her with that whip she carries. It went on and on, till the two Breakers were the only thing holding the bitch up. She didn't once break the skin or leave a permanent mark, her control of that thing is uncanny. I could see that the flogging was making Mistress really wet, and she saw that I noticed, and I got to go down on her. Then she got one of the Breakers to come over, and she used the handle of her whip . . . ."

Candy went on for some time about her sexual encounters of the day.

The next morning Dr. Renfield came by and gave her another injection of "O". They fitted her into a tight corset and locked on a pair of ridiculously high heels. Her new outfit did not exempt her from the exhausting exercise program. Her diet was carefully controlled. They were playing specially produced pornography tapes on the TV monitor in her room, 24 hours a day. She found them disgusting, but seemed compelled to watch, probably an effect of the drug.

Mistress Sonia apparently repeated her hypnosis sessions. Cherry couldn't be sure, she could remember her coming and going, but not what was said. They put her in restraints at night and put headphones on her, but she couldn't quite make out what the voice muttering softly might be saying. They locked around her throat a collar that gave her painful electric shocks, and fitted her with a vibrator, both of them remote-controlled. Her actions were being monitored, because she received pain or pleasure from some unseen controller, depending on her behavior.

The pressure was relentless. In desperation, Cherry tried to block off an inner fortress in her own mind, a stronghold of independence. The rest of her body might be forced to outwardly co-operate, but at least some part of her knew she would never become what they wanted.

After a few weeks, they quit putting headphones on her at night. That meant she could talk to Candy and Harriet again. Harriet seemed resigned to what was happening to her, and willing to endure it to please her father. Candy was even worse. Candy LOVED it. She knew all the Breakers by name, and what they most liked to do. She couldn't get enough of any of them. She loved learning new things, the sicker and more perverted, the better. And she described her "accomplishments" to Cherry every night in extreme detail. She actually expressed pity that Cherry had been "sentenced" to the "hands off" program.

Cherry couldn't help herself. It was exciting her. She could no longer resist the extreme submissive and sexual desires that now overwhelmed her. She wanted, at least a part of her wanted, to have the "no touch" orders lifted, and to be forced to join in the Insane Sex that was everywhere around her. It was only a matter of time before she caved in. And why shouldn't she just become the slut they wanted? Who was she holding out for? Her family was gone. The only boyfriend she'd ever had was helping them try to break her. There was only her own self-respect between her and surrender.

Mistress Sonia and Dr. Renfield were talking in the corridor. Either they didn't realize that the acoustics let Cherry overhear, or they didn't care.

"Why do you bother with all this?" Renfield was asking, "We could make much better money - less risk and overhead, if we trained girls one at a time, with no staff, and only for pre-paying customers. We could make even more if we sold Substance "O" and "I" to all our past customers."

"Some people just love what they do, Renny." Sonia replied, "I feel I'm helping fill the world with joyous little sex-addicts. Besides, I always wanted to be a really, really strict headmistress at a girl's school. My own little fantasy."

"How is everyone progressing along this wing?" Sonia continued, "I seem to recall they have all been responding delightfully. Any problems? Concerns?"

"No, Mistress." Renfield answered, "Harriet and Cherry are all but ready. I do wonder about Candy, though. Why did you leave her down here with the virgins? It makes it inconvenient for the Breakers. We could move her in with the rest, now that there's room."

"No, leave her here. I'm a little worried about security. Candy has become very popular with all the Breakers, and she's been throwing herself into the program with more enthusiasm than anyone since April. You do remember April?"

"I see your point," Renfield sighed, "Our only escape. She seduced 3 Breakers and the 4 of them ran off to live together, as I recall. Somehow, I imagine April wearing them out and moving on to new conquests."

The two of them entered Cherry's cell. Sonia smiled as Cherry tried to back into the far corner.

"Dr. Renfield and I have some excellent news for you, Cherry." Sonia said pleasantly, "Mr. 'M' is coming tonight to take delivery. Your training is almost over. Renny and I are very pleased."

"I'll never do what you want." Cherry defied them, "I'll see you in jail, bitch."

"How cute. I suppose you're relying on some small, inner core of free will to carry you through, even though you've been going through all the motions of co-operation for all these weeks?" Sonia's eyes seemed to look right through her. "I gave you that inner stronghold, hypnotically. A handy place to stuff all your rebellion and defiance while we got on with your training. After Mr. 'M' arrives, I will remove it hypnotically, and the last little bit of the old Cherry will disipate forever."

Sonia seemed to be drinking in the terror and despair in Cherry's eyes. Renfield nudged her.

"You are a very, very lucky girl, Cheryl," Renfield announced, "Your last blood test indicated that you are reacting very strongly to Substance 'O'. You are one of the favoured few who is now producing your own natural enzymes and endorphines in ever-increasing amounts, stimulated intially by exposure to 'O'. The increase in your libido and sensitivity will probably be life-long. Mr. 'M' was more than delighted to hear this."

"I'm afraid that in his enthusiasm, he has insisted on a very rash course of action." The Doctor continued, "Since you are almost sure to react similarly to Substance 'I', (producing more on your own, that is), Mr. 'M' has asked that you be given a very massive dose to try to ensure this response. You are about to receive 125% of the maximum tolerated dose of 'I'. You have a good heart and healthy liver, so nothing should go wrong, but Mr. 'M' has promised to pay us even if this kills you."

With that reassuring remark, Dr. Renfield proceeded to inject her with a large needle full of some reddish liquid.

"We had best leave now, Renny," Mistress Sonia urged, "We don't want a false imprint."

Turning to Cherry, she said; "The drug will leave you at your most imprintable in about 6 hours. Mr. 'M' will have arrived by then, and you will fall in love with him, like it or not. When I have dissolved the last of your current personality, you will be his perfect sex slave."

They left Cherry alone in her cell, as the drug began its insidious effect. The room began to grow warm. Hours went by, the last hours that Cherry would have as herself, if what Sonia said were true.

"Cherry? Can you hear me? Are you OK?" Harriet asked from the next cell.

"I'm OK for now," Cherry answered, "I'm getting awfully warm, though."

"That's because they turned off all the vents to this wing." Harriet told her. "None of the Breakers are allowed, either. They're afraid you might imprint on somebody before your buyer gets here."

"Yeah, we all have to suffer while Cherry is waiting," Candy said from her cell, "I was looking forward to an active evening, now I'm stuck in the isolation ward, no boys allowed."

"Oh shut up, Candy!" Harriet said with uncharacteristic forcefullnes, "This is Cherry's last day."

"Sorry." Candy apologized, "It's just that I haven't screwed in hours, and . . . . I guess I should be quiet, now."

"Cherry?" Harriet asked again, "What's it like? The 'I' drug, I mean. I'm supposed to get it next week when my Dad comes back for me."

"I can't feel any difference."

Everything was very quiet. Another hour went by, three more to go. Even the air was still.

There was a soft knock on her door. "Cherry?" a voice, a male voice, asked, "Cheryl Chesterton?"

"Yes, who are you?"

"It's Mark. Mark Morton. I'm going to get you out of here."

"Mark? How did you find me? I'm so glad to hear your voice."

"I'll explain later. I hacked into the computers here." Mark said, "Uhm, this is going to take a little while. There's a regular deadbolt lock on this door, no keypad code."

Dr. Renfield had tied Cherry to her chair when he gave her the injection of 'I'. With a sudden burst of strength, she snapped the restraints, freeing herself. "Weeks of hard workouts pay off," she thought, "I'm just lucky it wasn't Mistress Sonia who tied me up." She went to the door.

"I've got the key," she said, "I'll slide it under the door to you."

The Key. The only major victory of all her escape efforts so far. She had lifted it from the key-ring of one of the Breakers when he escorted her to the Gym. She had managed to keep it hidden, but had never figured a way to use it. Now it might actually help her escape.

Mark opened the door, and she threw herself into his arms. He seemed a little embarassed, and she realized that all she was wearing was a shock collar and a leather thong. And her glasses, somehow she managed to keep her glasses. It was who she was. The two of them made a few awkward noises, and Mark handed her his jacket.

"Let's get out of here," Mark grabbed her hand and pulled her into the hall, "We can catch up on things later!"

"Candy!" Cherry said, "I have to save Candy. She's in the next cell here." Mark was trying to drag her down the hall.

The same key fit the door to Candy's cell. The former Cheerleader Captain was pleasuring herself with a huge vibrator. She didn't seem embarassed or bother to slow down when Cherry and Mark threw open her door.

"Thinking about the two of you about to re-unite in the next room made me so horny." Candy said, matter-of-factly, "Care to join me?"

"Candy, come on!" Cherry hissed, "We've got to go now!"

"Are you kidding? Drop out so close to graduation?" Candy grunted, "Mistress Sonia has a couple top bordellos bidding for me!"

"What are you saying?"

"I've liked it here from day one. I'm good at it, too. Now I've got a chance lined up to get nailed two dozen times a day, and for top dollar, too."

"They're not gonna pay you! You'll be a sex slave!" Cherry was horrified at Candy's attitude.

"The business side's all taken care of then." Candy seemed to have more trouble speaking normally now, as she neared a climax. "Go on without me. Lifestyle choice."

"But . . . " Mark was dragging her away already. "We've got to get moving!" He said.

She had to stop and try her key at Harriet's door, but it wouldn't open.

"It's OK." Harriet said, "My Dad's coming for me next week. Good Luck!"

When they got to the door at the end of the hall, Mark punched a code into the little keypad, and the lock clicked open. Then they were hurrying through the main building towards the front door. One of the Breakers was standing between them and freedom.

"Stop! Who are you?" He shouted at them, "What are you doing here?"

Mark stopped and held his hand up, palm out, and waved it slowly back and forth, back and forth.

"Happy, Deep." He said in a deep, calm authoritative voice.

To Cherry's amazment, the Breaker just stood there, a glazed look in his eyes.

"Relax and sit on the floor there. Rest. Go to sleep. No need to remember any of this. Just sleep deeply now." Mark directed the compliant Breaker in a low, quiet and relaxing tone.

"How did you do that?" Cherry whispered at him as he punched in another code at the front door.

"Not now!" Mark pushed the door open. "Run for the gate!"

They sprinted a couple hundred yards to the main gate. The sun had just set, and it was rapidly getting dark. Cherry had no trouble keeping up, despite being barefoot. She couldn't leave "The Slut Academy" behind fast enough. The gate was shut and padlocked. One side had been badly warped when Bull had rammed it, though, and it was fairly easy to squeeze through the gap.

Mark's Jaguar was parked behind the same clump of trees that had concealed Bull's truck, months before. Only once they were on the road, racing through the darkness, did Cherry finally begin to relax.

She made Mark explain everything. He had been one of the few to notice that Cherry and Candy were missing. Bull was missing also, so he was Mark's main suspect. Unlike Cherry and Candy, Bull's financial accounts continued to be active and eventually Mark was able to crack into them and find out who was paying him and where he was spending it. From there he got into the computer system of The Academy itself (or its front corporation).

"Everything was in there somewhere," Mark went on, "From the door codes, to your cell number, to the hypnotic trigger phrase that Sardisian used on the guards. The only thing I couldn't seem to find was the physical address. I still don't know how they get their mail. I finally staked out a convenience store where Bull bought some money-orders, and when he showed up again I followed him."

He noticed that Cherry was staring at him intensely, unblinking. "Keep talking." She said. "I want to hear your voice."

"I even had the floor plan." He said, "You were in a wing off by yourself. I knew it might be my only chance, so I tried to find you. I guess I was real lucky there was no one in that end of the building."

Cherry was slowly licking his arm. Then she pressed her nose into his armpit and inhaled deeply. Sight, sound, touch, taste, and smell, especially smell.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Mark asked.

"Imprinting." She answered.

* * * * *

They reported Mistress Sonia and The Slut Academy to every Law Enforcement Agency they could think of. For some reason it took the authorities several weeks to organize a raid. Whether it was sheer inefficiency or someone in power was deliberately blocking things, they never could find out. By the time something WAS done, the place had already been sold to a major church for use as a Bible Camp.

Mark and Cherry were soon married. She had no way to test the truth of Dr. Renfield's medical assertions, but she tended to believe that her system was still producing abnormal amounts of both "O" and "I". She was perpetually, incredibly, horny; and totally, fanatically, submissive and loyal. She did not view this as a problem. Although they were both virgins, Cherry was constantly able to surprise and delight Mark with her disturbingly wide and extensive knowledge of sexual techniques and positions.