Nancy's Third Level 2 Assignment

[nancy]

As suggested by Aussiegirl , this is a rewrite of Chapter One of Lisa’s Reality from the POV of Steve. I shall also try to fix what I think is the major problem of the plot: the slipshod kidnapping that was sure to result in raid by the SWAT team.

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Steve sat in an overstuffed chair and looked up from the report he was reading to check on the unconscious girl tied to the bed across the otherwise bare room. Ropes on her wrists and ankles held the naked body spread out on its back on the bare mattress. A blindfold covered her eyes. The report, which he received when the girl was delivered a short time ago, identified her as Lisa, a 17-year old Caucasian high-school student, intelligent, athletic, and the only child of a suburban middle-class family.

“Not bad. I’ll have fun with this one,” he thought as he appraised the firm young breasts, shapely legs, wide hips and narrow waist. The neat triangle of pubic hair matched the long, auburn hair scattered about her head. Her tan lines revealed the shape of a rather skimpy bikini. He reviewed in his mind the steps he would take, as specified in the manual, to turn this innocent young girl into a passionate, submissive, sex slave. This was his fourth girl since joining the Association, and he was beginning to feel comfortable in the role of slave trainer.

The Association, which was the only name he knew, was well organized and meticulously secretive. He was hired as a trainer only after extensive tests and a thorough background check. For the initial week-long training course, he reported to a hotel room, where he learned he would go by bus, with two other new employees, to the training center. On the trip, during which shades would cover the bus windows, he was not to talk, but, instead, to make up a cover story that would disguise his true identify. During training, he would be known to all present only by his cover identity.

After a long, quiet journey in the darkened bus, Steve and the others arrived at the training center, which was a large white-clapboard farmhouse, with a weathered barn behind it. It was totally isolated, surrounded on all sides by corn fields. The first four days consisted of lectures covering the psychology and techniques of dominance along with practice in using on dummies a plethora of implements for control and torment. The final three days were engaged in practicing with supervision all that had been learned with three trained female slaves. Following the week of intensive training, Steve returned, in the darkened bus, to the hotel room, where he was given an address to which he was to report for work.

The address led him to the current isolated farmhouse and barn, similar to that of the training center, where he met the manager and his two fellow trainers. After a tour of the basement cells, the various rooms of the house, and the facilities of the barn, the manager emphasized that theirs was an isolated operation. They knew very little about the Association, so it was up to them to maintain their own security. Their story about a mysterious Association would sound pretty silly if they were caught holding kidnapped girls.

The manager explained that girls were delivered to them unconscious in a van with an unknown driver, and were picked up in the same way when their training was finished. He did not know how the kidnapping was accomplished, but he was confident it was a professional job. All the girls they received were abducted in other states. He said the Association seemed to be an international company with only a small U. S. operation. Work in the United States was more dangerous than in most other countries, but American girls brought a premium price in the international market, so it must be worth the risk. “Yes,” Steve thought, “but we are taking the risk, not the mysterious Association.”

Steve put down the report as Lisa began to stir. He sat beside her on the bed so he could watch her muscles ripple as she began to struggle against the ropes. He stroked her breast, teasing the unresponsive nipple with his fingernail. When she started to say something, he put his finger on her mouth, and said “Shhhh! Don’t talk.” He didn’t want to listen to the babbling of a half-conscious girl. As her squirming became more vigorous, she asked, “Where am I?” more to herself than anyone else.

“I told you not to speak!” he rebuked her harshly. “One more sound and I’ll have to gag you.” He had learned to establish a severe tone from the beginning, while they are still woozy. It makes the small tokens of kindness, that he will later use sparingly, more valuable rewards.

“Who are you? Where am I?” she screamed with panic in her voice.

He pinched her nose between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing hard. When she opened her mouth to scream, he shoved a red rubber ball into her mouth, pushing it behind her teeth. He lifted her head and buckled the strap tightly behind her head, pulling the ball deeper into her mouth. The strap pressed into her cheeks and pulled cruelly on the corners of her mouth. She was struggling to breathe through her nose.

“Calm down and breathe slowly. The gag won’t suffocate you. Just breathe through your nose,” his voice was commanding. “You brought this on yourself. I told you to be quiet.” He knew how stressful a ball gag could be, especially when buckled tightly, since he had had to wear one for a couple of hours during training. She had disobeyed his order to be quiet, and the gag was the beginning of obedience training. The punishment is swift, and suitable to the offence, but is disproportionately harsh. It would take repetition, but in time she would obey any order unquestionably.

His fingers teased the erogenous zones of her naked body with disappointing results. He could see that she was fully awake. Perhaps she was too panicked to respond, but she might also be virginal and erotically insensitive. He would find out later, but it didn’t really matter. The training program that lay ahead would turn her into a nymphomaniac, he was sure of that.

“You disobeyed my order to be quiet, and you were gagged,” he said. “That’s how it is here. If you disobey, you will be punished. If you fight me, you will be bound in ways you won’t enjoy. If you try to escape, you will fail, and you will be very sorry for trying. Do you understand? Nod your head.” His tone was firm and confident. Slowly she nodded, “Yes,” but he knew it would take repeated demonstrations to convince her it was true. He would be firm but fair, with firmness first and fairness as she earned it.

“Do you need to go to the bathroom?” he asked. She nodded emphatically, “Yes,” and he said, “Okay, but remember what I said about fighting me.” He untied her wrists and pulled her to a sitting position. “Hands behind back!” he ordered, and she slowly complied, not resisting as he tied her wrists together. He untied her ankles, and helped her unsteadily to her feet. When she was standing straight, he led the blindfolded and gagged girl by the arm to the bathroom and sat her down on the toilet. He continued holding her arm, but she did not pee. He smiled, thinking how embarrassed she must feel sitting on the toilet with an unknown man holding her arm. After a while the pee began to flow.

He removed her blindfold, mainly because he wanted to see her eyes. Her face was beautiful, even with the teaseled hair, and he felt a warm glow when looking into her blue/green, tear-filled eyes. “I like this girl,” he thought, then reprimanded himself for the caring feeling. He remembered his instructors’ admonition: Don’t develop tender feelings for a slave.

He led her to the shower, turned on the water, adjusted its temperature, and pushed her under the flowing water. Standing to one side, he scrubbed her with a long-handled brush, trying not to get too wet himself. She turned in response to his instructions, allowing him to brush her entire body. He pushed her with the brush so the water flowed through her hair, then he turned off the water.

He made her stand with legs apart while he dried her with a towel, and then he wrapped it around her dripping auburn hair. He sat on the toilet admiring her body.

“I know you must be wondering where you are and why you are here. So, I will let you ask me three questions. I may not be able to answer completely, but I will do the best I can,” he said with a touch of sympathy in his voice. “I can see that the gag is uncomfortable, and I will soon take it off. But first, I will let you stand there, so I can look at you, while you think of your questions. Nod your head when you are ready with the three questions.”

[Aussiegirl1]

Wow nancy, not only are you one of the fastest working students to go through the level, but you are one of the best too!

I really liked your chapter from Steve's POV. It kept with the original feel of the story and with his character. I know I wanted him to be a rounded character, with some feelings still under the surface.

Just a simple nitpick, but I would change the order of the last part of this sentence from. The first four days consisted of lectures covering the psychology and techniques of dominance along with practice in using on dummies a plethora of implements for control and torment. to The first four days consisted of lectures covering the psychology and techniques of dominance along with practice in using a plethora of implements for control and torment on dummies.

I also feel some commas are needed in this sentence, though it is just a personal change. I also wonder if with should be changed to on.

The final three days were engaged in practicing with supervision all that had been learned with three trained female slaves. to The final three days were engaged in practicing, with supervision, all that had been learned on three trained female slaves.


I do agree with you about the kidnap, it was just too easy. You teased me with a rewrite of the kidnap! Hmm now I have to decide whether to let you go up to level 3 or make you do the rewrite LOL

Seriously nancy, it is up to you. I feel you are ready for level 3 and would get you entry if you want to move up now. However if you have ideas about the kidnap and would like to have a go at it, then I would love to see it.

H Dean is also away for a few days and I am sure he would love to see your level 2 progress before you move on. However, he will be sure to still review your work whether you are still in level 2 or moved up to level 3.

Thanks again for all your hard work, it is much appreciated. I look forward to hearing what you wish to do.

AG

[nancy]

Thank you for the kind words, Aussie. I appreciate your help.

It is funny that you moved "on dummies" to the end of the sentence. I originally had it there, and then moved it inside. I think you are probably right. I would now change it to: "on dummies and each other." It is important that the trainers know how their implements feel to the victim. That is why I had Steve remember, from his training experience, how stressful a ball gag can be when tightly buckled.

It is difficult to think of a safe way to kidnap young girls, in developed countries, and have them disappear forever. One way would be to get them out of the country as quickly as possible, and train them in an autocratic country, maybe with government approval, or on an isolated island. Even then, disgruntled employees might give them away, since parents would surely offer rewards for information. If the girls are sold, one is likely to escape, sooner or later, to spill the beans.

The plan I adopted for Steve was an international Association that maintained security by secrecy. Only a few leading officers know the set-up. All work is carried out by small teams of trained employees, specializing in one facet of the business. Each team then works as a independent contractor, paid by deposits in a Swiss bank account (tax free). All training and contact with the teams is with cover stories, so the specialized teams know little about the other parts of the operation. If one team is caught, which is sure to happen from time to time, there is little loss to the Association. It can continue to operate as usual with the remaining teams.

I started thinking about this because of your story, but it is not something I want to continue with right now. Thus, I give it to you for what it is worth, i.e. free.

I am learning a lot from the Block, and I enjoy the process. Level Two is different from Level One, and I have learned different things from it. Both have had the good effect of getting me to write, and to evaluate and improve the initial drafts. So, since Aussie has given me a choice, I would now like to move on to Level Three. I will, of course, return here to see any additional comments that my posts might elicit. I am really anxious to see what Mean Dean has to say.

nancy

P.S.
When I tried to post the above message, it wasn't allowed because I had been signed out. This happened a few times before when composing posts that took a while to write. Now I have learned to copy my post before going back to sign in. Otherwise it is lost.

n.

[Aussiegirl1]

Thanks nancy,

Congratulations, you have more than earned the right to go up to level 3!

I am sure you will develop your skills even more under the guiding hand of Ruby. I will let her know now that you require access.

Good luck and thanks for all your efforts in level 2. You were like a breath of fresh air! Bye

[nancy]

Thank you Aussie.

I know you wanted me to work on the kidnapping, and what I gave in my last post didn't quite do it. I think the Association would do the kidnapping with two teams.

The Search Team would consist of two attractive young men who would visit selective colleges where the girls are intelligent. Colleges are better, because high schools are too protective, and the girls live at home. The men would become casual acquaintances of the most attractive girls, probably meeting them at parties. They would get to know the girls just enough to evaluate their personality, aided by My Space profiles and other sources. They would send the info (name, photo, habits, etc.) to an e-mail address that changed frequently, and they would have no contact with the girl for the next month. They would then e-mail likely places where the girl could be picked up, and their job is finished.

The Acquisition Team of two strong men would drive around the likely pickup points in a van marked as an electrical repair service. When they saw the girl they would drive alongside, one man would jump out, put a chloroform cloth over her nose, and drag her into the van. The van would drive to a prearranged, near-by secluded spot, and the men would remove the stick-on electrical repair markings. They would then drive to the training facility in another state, never exceeding the speed limit. Their job would then be finished, and they would have no more contact with the girl.

This might keep the cops at bay for a while, since questioning of either team would yield no useful clues. If a witness saw the pickup, the disguised van would be long gone by the time the police could respond.

Thank you for a fun time at Level Two. I shall return.

nancy

[Aussiegirl1]

Hmmm nancy, are you sure you have not done a real kidnap before LOL

You have a very clear, percise way of writing that I really like and can learn from.

You have access now to level 3, so I wish you well and look forward to seeing you back here from time to time.

[Rhabbi]

Thank you for the kind words, Aussie. I appreciate your help.

It is funny that you moved "on dummies" to the end of the sentence. I originally had it there, and then moved it inside. I think you are probably right. I would now change it to: "on dummies and each other." It is important that the trainers know how their implements feel to the victim. That is why I had Steve remember, from his training experience, how stressful a ball gag can be when tightly buckled.

It is difficult to think of a safe way to kidnap young girls, in developed countries, and have them disappear forever. One way would be to get them out of the country as quickly as possible, and train them in an autocratic country, maybe with government approval, or on an isolated island. Even then, disgruntled employees might give them away, since parents would surely offer rewards for information. If the girls are sold, one is likely to escape, sooner or later, to spill the beans.

The plan I adopted for Steve was an international Association that maintained security by secrecy. Only a few leading officers know the set-up. All work is carried out by small teams of trained employees, specializing in one facet of the business. Each team then works as a independent contractor, paid by deposits in a Swiss bank account (tax free). All training and contact with the teams is with cover stories, so the specialized teams know little about the other parts of the operation. If one team is caught, which is sure to happen from time to time, there is little loss to the Association. It can continue to operate as usual with the remaining teams.

I started thinking about this because of your story, but it is not something I want to continue with right now. Thus, I give it to you for what it is worth, i.e. free.

I am learning a lot from the Block, and I enjoy the process. Level Two is different from Level One, and I have learned different things from it. Both have had the good effect of getting me to write, and to evaluate and improve the initial drafts. So, since Aussie has given me a choice, I would now like to move on to Level Three. I will, of course, return here to see any additional comments that my posts might elicit. I am really anxious to see what Mean Dean has to say.

nancy

P.S.
When I tried to post the above message, it wasn't allowed because I had been signed out. This happened a few times before when composing posts that took a while to write. Now I have learned to copy my post before going back to sign in. Otherwise it is lost.

n.

Actually, it is easier than you might think to accomplish this. Just look at the stats for missing persons in the US. Even if there is evidence of foul play very little can be done by the police because forensic evidence is carried away with the victim.

As for your posts, if you check the remember me box when you log in, that problem should be eliminated.

[H Dean]

What the hell? I go on a short vacation and find that Nancy is speeding through this stuff like there is no tomorrow. Cut that shit out, Nancy! I need time to rip your writing to bits - I need time to make you cry.

Okay, I just got back late last night. I don't know if I am going to be of any service for the next day or two. I am exhausted - weather killed my flights and I was in the airport or in a plane yesterday since about 12PM PST til 12:30AM PST. I didn't get to bed until about 2AM PST. It was miserable.

Soon as I get home from work (yes, I am working today) I will probably sack out for the rest of the day. Meanwhile, I am here to wreak havok and make an ass of myself.

[nancy]

Poor baby, Mister Dean. Your story has touched my heart. I was still feeling bad about your being sick, and now this terrible news. I have heard that you are mean, but surely not enough to deserve such misfortune. I shall wait patiently until you are fully recovered. Please don't over exert yourself just for me.

nancy

[tessa]

I like this. Written from Steve's POV gives it an edge that wasn't there before.

Way to go, nancy.

tessa