Crimson

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise showed, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this story are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of eighteen, unless otherwise specified.

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We arrived at Crystal Lakes Casino after driving for an hour and a half. I hate traffic. Linda didn’t say a word the entire time, and I didn’t mind. It was quiet, and I reviewed in my head what had transpired previously. I wondered what Brenda was doing, but I was pretty sure it had something to do with sex and Reggie. I’m sure she would give me a rundown when I arrived at home later this evening.

I walked Linda in the front door and Paul Rogers, the day manager, greeted me. “Good afternoon, Detective Greene. I assume this is Linda Connor, our guest for the next three weeks?”

I told him it was, and two security guards took her by the arms and led her into the casino and out of my sight.

“If you’ll follow me, Mr. Kinkaid wishes to see you.” Paul informed me.

I followed him back to Thomas Kinkaid’s office. When we walked in, Thomas stood up and walked around his desk to greet me. “It’s good to see you again, James.”

Oh, we’re on a first name basis now?

“If you’ll have a seat, I have a few things I would like to go over with you before we get you settled.” Thomas informed me.

I told him it was good to see him as well. He walked back behind his desk, sat down, and began. “I’m glad you accepted the position as Mr. Wallace’s number two. I don’t know why he insists on using that phrase. Vice President or Executive Officer sounds better. Either way, it’s all the same. Reggie has needed someone to help him for a few years now, but he wouldn’t name anyone to the position until you came along. I don’t understand it, but it’s his decision to make.”

“To be honest, I don’t understand it myself.” I replied.

“Indeed.” He said. “Reggie can be impetuous occasionally, but seems to always know something the rest of us don’t.”

“What is it you do here, Thomas?” I asked, figuring I would use his first name as well.

“I am in charge of training the women for Crimson.” He replied. “All women attend training when they are first brought into the organization. We orient them to the company, teach them obedience, and ensure they know their place. Occasionally, a woman’s handler will send her back for further training. After they’re with us for an extended time, some will get lazy. That’s expected. The women service our members extensively and it’s natural for them to lose their focus.”

“That is why we tell the men overseeing the women to reinforce their training.” Thomas explained. “You are in charge of Brenda. She was an unusual case. Nothing we did phased her. She had sex with multiple men over hours, and she outlasted them without batting an eye. She could withstand pain to an amazing degree, and it was only with the use of our pills that enhance feeling that we could punish her.”

“I don’t want to get you upset, but Brenda’s screams echoed through our training facility.” Thomas admitted. “She went from feeling nothing to feeling heightened pain. She thinks it’s what everyone feels normally, but it’s so much more when she takes the pill.”

That would explain her reaction when I spanked her this morning. I barely reddened her ass, and she was screaming bloody murder. I would have to warn her about that.

“I understand she has negotiated a position for herself with Reggie.” Thomas continued. “While she’s unique in that regard, you will still need to keep up her training. Hell, with her not available to service anyone except for the approval of Reggie and you, it is even more imperative. The women are with us because they’ve done something wrong. No matter how you phrase it, we blackmail them. Keeping women in the program for years under that threat can be challenging.”

“One way is to tell them we treat all the women the same.” Thomas explained. “If they were to find out we treat Brenda different, some would revolt. She will cross paths with other women, and they do talk to each other. Many work in the same businesses, all owned and managed by Reggie and members of Crimson, so they have plenty of time to compare notes. Brenda has to appear to be treated the same, and that’s your responsibility. If it seems like we’re keeping a lid on a potential powder keg, it’s because we are.”

“If it’s that dangerous, why do you guys do it?” I asked. “There must be many ways to get submissive women. All of you have more money than you know what to do with. I know some women from my days in vice that would do whatever you wanted for the rest of your lives for the money you’re spending to blackmail one woman.”

“That’s just it, James.” Thomas replied. “Those women will do it freely, with no reservations. There is something different when you have a woman who is a high-powered executive or a housewife on her knees bowing to you. It is out of character for her, and you can see the humiliation in her eyes. A call girl or prostitute would never have that same level of humiliation. It’s what feeds most of us.”

“I get it.” I responded. “I heard something similar from Steven at the precinct. That never did it for me, and honestly, I don’t need to control a woman to get off. That’s not taking anything away from you and the other members. That’s another reason I don’t understand why Reggie chose me.”

“Indeed.” Thomas said, thinking. “If you’ll follow me, I can show you around.”

He stood up and walked to the door behind his desk. I followed him and we walked into a room filled with monitors. On three out of the four walls sat a console that stretched the entire length of the wall. Three men sat at each console. It looked like every inch of the casino was covered, and all the feeds were shown in here. I watched as an operator moved one camera and zoomed in on a customer playing blackjack. When the operator saw nothing out of the ordinary, he zoomed back out and chose another customer.

“This is our security room, the nerve center of our operation.” Thomas announced. “We monitor every patron in the casino to ensure no one is taking advantage of our hospitality. Now, watch the monitors on this wall.”

Thomas walked over, hit a few switches, and the cameras switched from the casino to what appeared to be well lit cells. He moved the camera in one cell to put a woman in the center of the screen. It was Linda, the woman I escorted from the precinct.

They had her suspended, much like she was in Steven’s lounge. Here, however, she wore both a gag and a blindfold.

“All women spend their first day and night secured like this.” Reggie explained. “This is to exhaust them and make them easier to break. They spend twenty-four hours on their feet, blindfolded. We take them down every four hours to relieve themselves and give them water. During this time, their trainer takes blood, questions them, and gives them a medical exam. We want to spot any issues the women have before it becomes a problem.”

Thomas told me to follow him, and we walked through a door on the fourth wall. On the other side was a hallway that split right and left after ten feet. He explained the left split led back out into the casino. This is what the workers used to get into the security room. We took the right split and walked another forty feet to a security door. Thomas walked up, put in a code, and put his finger on a scanner. Once each was successful, he said, “Thomas Kinkaid, user 96845, blue green.”

Once he said that, I heard a heavy click, and the door opened. We entered what resembled a locker room. Tall lockers lined two of the four walls, with the third opening to a bathroom and a shower. Beyond that was a large double door and a smaller door. Thomas walked up to the double doors and put in his code again. Once he did, the doors swung open to reveal an elevator. We stepped inside and he put in his code on the keypad. A hidden panel opened next to it, revealing another keypad. He entered another code, and I felt the elevator drop.

As we began our downward descent, Thomas explained, “This elevator can access the casino and the hotel that occupies the upper floors. Our employees and security use this.”

“What makes this different is the keypad.” Thomas continued. “Once you enter your personal code, you have access to the hidden keypad. You will need to know the codes to enter on this keypad to access the floors where we train and house the women. Our trainers and a few security personnel are the only other ones with unlimited access. You will have this access as well.”

The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. We stepped out into a junction with hallways running straight, left, and right. As we walked straight, Thomas continued his tour. “We are three stories underground. This is the lowest part of our operation and is the floor where women are housed and trained. We refer to this facility as The Farm.”

“We have two floors above this.” Thomas explained as we walked. “One floor holds the casino vault and business offices. The other has standard hotel rooms where we house the women that have graduated training but are still under our on-the-job training. These women will service members and some high-profile guests while we refine their submission. This keeps them close in case we need to put them back on this floor for further training. It’s only once they accomplish the second part that we return them to their lives.”

As we walked, we passed some cells that I saw on the monitors in the security room. At the end, the hall split left and right. They lined this hall with slightly larger rooms that held various BDSM equipment. I saw leather benches, wooden crosses, ‘X’ beams, ceiling restraints, and what appeared to be exam tables with stirrups. Each room had a few chairs, some with recliners, and most of them had at least one bed. In each was a large metal beam that extended floor to ceiling with multiple hooks arranged around it at various heights.

“These are the rooms that we train the women in.” Thomas explained. “Each room is as soundproof as we can make it. However, we often leave the rooms open when punishing the women so the others can hear their screams. It helps put them in the correct frame of mind to follow their trainers’ instructions.”

We walked into one room that had a naked woman chained up to the center beam with her hands over her head. A trainer was seated in a chair, writing notes.

“This is Greg, one of our trainers. We employ four of them full time, but we have more that we can call upon if needed. Normally, we have only four to six women down here, but I have known us to have over ten. We have twenty cells, but that’s a little overkill. Reggie wanted to ensure we had the capacity in case we needed it, but I’ve hardly ever seen over two or three new women here at the same time. Any others are women who are here for retraining.”

Thomas walked up to the woman secured to the beam and said, “I believe you know Cassie? She should have finished with this part of training. Unfortunately, she didn’t do well in her exam. All women have to show they are obedient and follow instruction without thinking. It should be automatic for her by this time, but for whatever reason, Cassie remains sloppy. We need to get her focused before we put her in the casino.”

I had little time before they whisked Cassie out of Thomas’ office when I first met her, so I took a better look at her. She stood 5’6, blonde hair, and blue eyes. Her body was toned, and I assumed she played a sport. Her breasts were an ‘A’ cup, and her hips were slim. She had definition to her legs, but they were skinny. She shaved like all the other women, so I had a good look at her labia. Her pubic mound was almost nonexistent. Her outer and inner vaginal lips were narrowed. Not the most beautiful woman I’ve seen, but she would draw attention from men who liked their women younger.

Thomas led me back out of the room and down the hall. When we were halfway back to the elevator, I heard a woman screaming. That must be Cassie; her training was continuing. Thomas led me back up to the casino. He showed me a door with a keypad that led to the security and locker room, and told me this would be my access point.

We walked through the lobby to a giant room with roulette, blackjack, and baccarat tables. A door on the back wall of the room held a keypad, and once he entered his code, we stepped through. Another hallway led past four doors, about twenty feet apart, two across. At the end of the hall was a similar door to Thomas’ office.

He opened the door and led us into a small office. A couch and a recliner sat in one corner behind a coffee table. On the other side of the room, facing the door, was a desk with a computer. On the wall opposite the door we entered was another door. We walked through and entered a larger office, almost mirroring Thomas’ office. It had a seating area with a couch and recliners facing a large screen television. The opposite wall held a small bar and refrigerator. A desk occupied the far end of the office, surrounded by bookshelves.

Another occupant of this office was Morgan, Reggie’s wife. She was busy straightening and cleaning up.

“This office belonged to the last person who served as Reggie’s number two.” Thomas explained. “It’s been empty ever since he died. Your computer has access to all the camera feeds in the casino and our training area. We also have cameras in the rooms of the women who are still under our ‘on-the-job’ training. They all understand they’re monitored, and cameras cover every inch of their rooms. The only two places in the casino that are not covered are my office and this office.”

“So, this is my office.” I said, looking around. “This is nice, but I still don’t know what the hell I am supposed to be doing here.”

“Why don’t you take a seat at your desk to try it on.” Thomas invited me. “That’s the next part of your orientation. Reggie briefed me on what he expects from you.”

I walked behind the desk and took a seat. It was a really nice desk. It looked like oak, and it was enormous; I stretched my arms out and couldn’t touch the ends. It had a computer and two flat screen monitors. I wondered what else I would put on it. People normally put items of sentimental value, like family pictures or something their kids made in school. I didn’t have any of that.

I looked up and noticed Morgan standing behind Thomas, who took a seat in one of the two chairs facing the desk.

“Morgan, did you want something?” I asked.

“I’m finished setting up, sir.” She replied. “I set up my desk and computer as well. What do you want me to do next?”

That was a good question. I had an assistant, but I did not know what my job was. The only thing I could think of was the one thing everyone has told me; keep the women focused and in a position when not working. No time like the present to begin.

“Morgan, waiting.”

She went into motion. She stripped off her clothes down to her heels, put her arms behind her, spread her legs, and looked straight. She was still behind Thomas, so I called her over and had her stand on the right side of my desk, facing me. This put her closer to me, and where Thomas could also see her. I told her this was the place I wanted her to take when I gave her a position.

“I’ve seen Morgan just a few times when Reggie visited the casino. I’m surprised he let you have her as your assistant. He’s been stingy with her, not wanting to share her with anyone else. What did he say you could do?”

“Anything I wanted.” I answered. “Reggie said it made things even between us, since he has Brenda working for him.”

“Fascinating.” Thomas replied, “That’s something I wouldn’t have guessed. She is definitely a vision of beauty. Anyway, let’s get down to business. Your job is to oversee the women’s training.”

“Wait, isn’t that you job?” I interrupted.

“No, you don’t understand.” Thomas answered. “I run the training program here. You oversee the training for all the women in Crimson.”

“What do you mean, all the women?” I asked, not believing what I heard.

“Every woman in our organization, from Brenda to the newest trainee, needs oversight.” Thomas explained. “You will collect, organize, and review the files of the women that enter Crimson. Since we have no one to do it, it’s fallen on me and Reggie to keep everything up. Believe me, it’s a full-time job. Your job includes inspecting each woman for obedience and recommending training if needed. You also handle any complaints from members of women not performing adequately.”

“You will also assign the women a handler.” Thomas continued. “Reggie helps train the new women, and that’s something you’re expected to do as well. The best way to know them is to be there from the beginning. For the ones out of training, you’ll have to make time to get to know each one. The doors along this hallway lead to suites. Your predecessor kept women in those rooms that he oversaw, or ones that lost focus that needed more attention.”

“A keypad, fingerprint scanner, and voice recognition secures each door. Once you put a woman in there, she cannot leave without your permission. You can enable or disable the security depending on the freedom you wish to give. It’s a fully functional apartment if you wish the women you oversee to live there. Behind your desk is a door similar to the one in my office. It’s your own security room, but this one monitors only the cameras in our training area and each of the rooms in this wing.”

“Your desk has an intercom that connects to each room.” Thomas stood up and showed me the controls. On the left side of the desk facing me was what looked like a sliding extension, but when he pulled it out, it had a series of buttons, a speaker, and a microphone. He also showed me the buttons that I could open or lock the doors to the rooms from my desk. Pretty nice set up.

Thomas told me to follow him and we walked into my security room. It was smaller than the one behind his office and only had one console. Above that were twelve monitors. Eight monitors showed various parts of the Farm, and four showed my outer office, inner office, a shower and locker room, and a bedroom.

“I can see the four rooms and my offices, but where are the shower and bedroom?” I asked.

“Just through that door.” Thomas answered, pointing out the door on the opposite wall from the one we came in. We walked through the door and into the shower and locker room. Beyond that was a large room resembling the lounge Steven had in the precinct. It had a sitting area, a couple of closets, a bar, and a king-sized bed. The room was smaller than Steven’s, but just as functional. I had a remote that dropped a bar from the ceiling like Steven, and one that folded the bed against the wall. On the bottom of the bed were hooks I could use to restrain someone.

“Naturally, everything in this room is soundproof.” Thomas explained. “The entire wing is soundproof, as is each room, the outer office, the inner office. A woman could scream her head off and no one would hear her.”

“Let’s hope we don’t need to do that.” I responded.

“You don’t understand.” Thomas warned me. “You need to have not only the women, but the members fear you. They all fear Reggie because he runs Crimson. He can kick someone out, or worse, if they don’t respect him. You will either give them women or take the women away. You will piss some people off, so you need them to fear you or you’ll be in trouble. These are wealthy, and often powerful men. They don’t like it when someone tells them what to do, but that’s your job.”

“I think that’s why Reggie loved the fact you were a police officer.” Thomas continued. “You can arrest them if they don’t listen. The last one that held your position was a judge. They knew, if they crossed him, they were as good as convicted of anything he wanted to make up. You can do the same thing. The District Attorney is a member and one of our VIP members. Did Reggie explain the VIP members to you?”

“He mentioned them.” I answered. “They get women assigned to them to oversee and first dibs on the women they want.”

“Is that all he said?” Thomas laughed. “That’s only part of it. The VIP members act as a sort of board for Crimson. They meet like any board of directors. You are also a VIP member and a member of the board. So, we have Reggie, you, me, your captain, the Mayor, the District Attorney, and the chief judge for the courthouse. Do you see a pattern here? Crimson has the criminal justice system for the city locked down.”

“Wait, the district attorney is a VIP member?” I asked. “Steven told Linda and her husband that the DA would press charges because he was running for mayor in the next election.”

“That was probably true.” Thomas admitted. “However, it wasn’t the entire truth. It’s not advertised, but the mayor won’t run again. He has his eyes set on the state legislature, and with Reggie’s support, will probably get it. The DA and the mayor are best friends, and the DA waited until the mayor wasn’t running to put his hat in the ring. This is the type of politics that happens behind closed doors. Crimson has been pulling strings since it was established thirty years ago. You’re now part of it.”

“I have to take part in training the women.” I inquired. “What do I do?”

“Basically, anything you want.” Thomas responded. “I’ll have one of our trainers go over our protocols and what the women need to accomplish, but after that, it’s up to you. Where you can be the most useful is with the women who are in their on-the-job training. Bring them back here and take them through their paces. Go through their positions. Use them sexually. Put them in bondage. Make them uncomfortable. They need to learn to submit to whatever a member wants from them. You’re doing me a favor if you keep one or more of them busy.”

“How many do you have here right now?” I asked. “In training and in the casino?”

“We have two in training, Linda and Cassie, and six in the casino.” Thomas answered. “I have four trainers and myself. That’s eight women for five men. I put a few of my trusted security on them, but I don’t let them train the women; they can just escort them. With you here, it will take some of the burden off of us. To get these women ready, they need constant reinforcement.”

“Hell, I can only have my dick sucked so often before it feels like it’s falling off.” Thomas said, laughing. “You know the requirement that the women need to keep a cock in their mouth until given permission to take it out? They need to be trained to do that. We sit them for hours like that. I’m glad I now have another dick to occupy them while they’re here.”

Good Lord, I didn’t think about that. I felt the sudden urge to keep my pants on. I never knew getting a blowjob would seem like work.

“Don’t worry, having eight women here is a little unusual. That’s double what we usually have. Lately, we’ve had more women than usual come back to us for retraining. That’s why I’m glad you’re here. They’ve been getting unfocused lately. The VIP members have a good number of women they oversee and can’t be everywhere at once.”

“How many women do we have in Crimson, total?”

“Do you mean our chapter, or all of Crimson?” Thomas asked.

“Wait, do we keep track of all of them for every chapter?” I responded, my blood pressure rising.

“You will keep track of all the women in Crimson, total.” Thomas said, smiling. “You will only be directly responsible for the training of the women in our chapter. We have thirty women, well, now thirty-one with Linda, in our chapter. Our VIP members have between three and five each, with Reggie taking a few. You have Brenda and Jordan. I would recommend not taking on more until you get your feet under you.”

“I’ll think about it.” I replied. “What is my job for the women outside of this chapter?”

“You will have a file on each woman they control.” Thomas explained. “Each chapter can operate independently, but they all know we oversee them. They should send us the files on each of the women, but often they don’t. That will allow you to perform a background check on each of them. That alerts us to any potential problems. We’ve had some chapters push the boundaries and attempt to get underage women, but we shut that down quick. The men that did that are no longer of this earth, if you know what I mean. Something like that can have a ripple effect that will take everything down with it.”

“Some places entrap the women, blackmailing them under false pretenses.” Thomas continued. “So long as they can keep it under control, Reggie doesn’t get involved. He still likes to know who these women are. We transfer some women from chapter to chapter. In each city where a chapter exists, Reggie has a law office. Often we give the woman a job in the law office in that city, or another of Reggie’s businesses. This can happen because of conflicts. It may sound strange, but some women are even territorial over who controls them. Sometimes a city isn’t big enough for them to coexist.”

“What will I do with the women from other chapters?” I asked. I never wanted to get involved in more than just our chapter, but I may not have a choice.

“If you see a conflict or a problem, you’ll fix it.” Thomas added. “It’s like a visit for a business from the home office. They understand they only exist at the pleasure of Reggie and our chapter; we are the main chapter for Crimson. You have the authority to release the woman or bring the woman back with you. Hell, you can also kick members out or shut their chapter down. I would clear that with Reggie first, however. Each chapter pays Reggie monetary dues to stay in operation. That will cut our revenue flow and Reggie doesn’t normally like that.”

“Have you had any problems with that in the past?” I inquired.

“I can think of a couple, specifically one chapter that didn’t learn its lesson.” Thomas explained. “We tell the chapters to take in women who have committed a crime or have financial problems that we can exploit. However, this chapter decided it would take any woman they wanted. They made flimsy attempts at blackmail, and while it worked, it slowly unraveled.”

“Where was this? I asked.

“It took place in a college town, and the person running the program was the dean of the college. He had some business owners in town that were members, but his principal members all either worked or taught at the college. First, that’s not a good idea. It may sound like a great place to get women, and we get our share of coeds here, but to do so primarily from a college only leads to trouble. It’s a closed environment and everyone is in your business.”

“Roger was the jackass’s name that ran the chapter.” Thomas remarked. “He played too close to home, literally. He had an instructor under the chapter’s control, but went after her daughter as well. Shortly after, everything to fall apart. The women’s family collected evidence and elicited confessions from some students they allowed to use the women. Law enforcement arrested almost the entire chapter, and the men are still serving time in prison.”

“This happened about twenty years ago, before my time.” Thomas explained. “Reggie told us about it, and it was everything he could do to keep it from blowing back on him. Five years later, the chapter quietly reformed, but remained small. Reggie allowed them to reform, but read them the riot act and said we would watch closely. Believe it or not, the instructor that led to the downfall of the chapter became the dean of the college, and she ended up back in Crimson.”

“How the hell did they manage that?” I asked. “Wasn’t that too dangerous?”

“They blackmailed her, threatening to take her daughter and sell her if she didn’t submit herself.” Thomas continued. “She bought it and fell under their thumb. These men held her responsible for what happened, so they mistreated her. We didn’t know how bad until she wrapped her car around a tree, killing herself. Reggie was pissed. Fortunately, it didn’t blow back on Crimson. The chapter dissolved when the police busted them for the second time.”

“How many times does it take for these guys to learn?” I responded, amazed that these men could be that stupid.

“Well, I would say at least three.” Thomas replied, smiling.

“You’re kidding me.” I blurted. “They busted them a third time?”

“Not yet.” Thomas remarked. “A couple of years ago, Reggie was approached by Roger’s sons. Roger had a large sum of money hidden that he skimmed off the top. Part of this money belonged to Reggie. They brought the money back, plus interest, to make amends for their father. What they asked was permission to start up their own chapters in two different cities. Reggie gave them the ok, with a buy in of course, and warned them not to make their father’s mistakes.”

“How are they doing?” I inquired. “Did they screw it up?”

“So far, everything is good.” Thomas replied. “The only thing is, they went after that same family that got their father put away. The daughter of the woman that killed herself had three daughters herself. These brothers gained control of two of the daughters, and as a result, the mother. The mother a one daughter is in one city, while the other daughter is in the other.”

“How are the women doing now?” I asked. “If their family shut down the chapter before, are they really worth it?”

“That’s up to you to find out.” Thomas answered. “All seems quiet, but it’s now your job to spot problems like that before they become problems.”

“Any other stories?” I asked.

“Do you remember years back when there was a scandal involving the FBI?” Thomas asked. “It involved men that were arrested for corruption, racketeering, fraud, and theft?”

“Yeah, I heard about that.” I answered. “That was big news when it happened.”

“That wasn’t the reason they were arrested.” Thomas continued. “A senior FBI agent, the Assistant Director of the FBI, was the head of the local chapter of Crimson. Reggie saw it as a coup when he recruited him. Someone that high in law enforcement would allow us to expand and operate with almost full impunity. However, Ronald McNamara, that was his name, made his chapter of Crimson in his image.”

“He blackmailed and entrapped women at a much higher rate than Reggie was comfortable with.” Thomas explained. “There was little Reggie could do, however. This man could shut Reggie down in an instant, so he could only watch. Ronald took many of the women and sold them to slavers, making him even more money. He paid his required dues to Reggie, but the money Ronald made far eclipsed that.”

“Well, Crimson sells women now.” I remarked. “I don’t see the difference.”

“Yes, we sell women.” Thomas explained. “However, where we sell maybe three or four a year, Ronald sold dozens a year, at least the ones we knew about. The volume that he did it was astounding. We only take the women who no one is looking for. Ronald took housewives, daughters, and anyone else he wanted. It was reckless.”

“What, or who, took him down?” I asked, curious what could stop the man that Reggie couldn’t touch.

“We don’t know exactly what happened.” Thomas responded. “We saw it hit the news one day and fell out of our chairs. Reggie scrambled, trying to protect Crimson from the blowback. Luckily, no one looked beyond Ronald. We dodged a bullet. We would love to know what, or who, took him down so we can avoid it. Nothing like that has happened since, so I hope whatever it was no longer exists.”

“Let’s hope so.” I agreed.

We walked back to my new office. Morgan was still standing where I left her. I have to remember that. I totally forgot she was there. I envisioned forgetting about her one day and coming back to find her in the same place the next morning. I think I saw that in a movie one time. I made a mental note not to do that.

I told Morgan to get dressed and follow me. Thomas took me back to his wing of the casino and into one office in his hallway. This was the security administration office. There they fingerprinted me and had it scanned into the system. I received my pass, along with my code for the keypads. They also recorded my voice and told me to say my name and an employee number. The third part of the voice recognition changed daily, and I would have to stop by the security office each morning and get the code words. Thankfully, I didn’t need that to get into my office.

I thought about it and told them to hold off on Morgan, that we would get her done tomorrow. We walked back to my office and gave her instructions. I told her to ensure we had all the files on the women, both our chapter and Crimson. This would keep her busy for a while. I tried out my new credentials and walked back down to the Farm. I wanted to talk to a trainer and have him explain to me how everything worked.

When I stepped off the elevator, I walked down one of the other hallways. I found a trainer in an office doing some paperwork and asked him if he could show me around. I introduced myself, and he was more than happy to help me. Dean was his name. We walked back to Linda’s cell and entered.

“Did anyone tell you what we do to the women when they arrive?” Dean asked.

“Briefly.” I answered. “I know you keep them standing for twenty-four hours while you check them out medically. You also give them breaks every four hours.”

“That’s correct.” Dean replied. “It’s time for Linda’s break.”

He unhooked her arms and walked her over to the toilet. He sat her down and told her to use it, and Linda relieved herself. Dean handed her a water bottle and told her to drink what she wanted. She downed almost the entire bottle before handing it back. Dean hooked her back up to the chain hanging down from the ceiling. He did all of this with her blindfold on.

Dean opened a black bag that he carried with him and took out a thermometer. I expected him to put it in her mouth, but it was not that type of thermometer. He walked around behind her, put some lube on it, and pushed it into her ass. He told her to grip it and hold it there.

“That’s more accurate than a surface thermometer, and we stopped using oral thermometers when a few of the women bit through them.” He explained.

He took a smaller box from the bag that held a few test tubes, needles, strips of rubber, and bandages. He wrapped the rubber strips around her arm below her bicep, then put a rubber ball in her hand and told her to squeeze. Once he found a vein, he inserted the needle and took two vials of blood.

“I never knew you could do that with the arm upright.” I remarked.

“It’s difficult.” He admitted. “If I can’t find a vein, I take them down to do it. Linda here seems to be hydrated and has nice veins, so hers popped right out.”

He secured the vials in the box and put it away. He removed the thermometer and check it.

“98.6.” He said, “Perfect.”

He wrote that down in a notebook he took from his pocket and returned it. He then started examining her and gave me a rundown while he did it.

“We check head to toe. First the scalp. I take a fine comb and give it a few passes. We’re looking for lice. It’s not something that’s common, but I’ve run across it. I continue down, checking ears, nose, and mouth. We’re looking for any signs of disease. I looked at her eyes before I put on the blindfold.”

“Are you a doctor?” I asked, thinking what I’ve been watching required some sort of training.

“No, not a doctor.” Dean answered. “I am a certified Emergency Medical Technician. All the trainers are. We also have training in psychology. Nothing close to what an actual psychologist learns, but our training focuses on what we need to know. We learn how to condition these women.”

He continued his exam. “I continue down looking for any needle tracks. We don’t need a woman detoxing on us. I’m also looking for any excessive bruising that a blood disease or a blood clotting problem may cause. We will punish these women extensively, and we don’t need to find out one of them has a clotting issue. The last check is for a venereal disease. We test the blood and urine. When she came in, we took a urine sample. We also use a quick way to check for sores.”

He took out a bottle of rubbing alcohol and walked up to Linda. Dean spread her legs, cupped one hand under her vagina, and poured some alcohol into it. He immediately cupped her vagina with his hand. Linda stood there, not moving.

“It’s not a foolproof test, but someone with open sores would have screamed when that alcohol touched them. The blood tests can take up to three days to come back. Until they do, we don’t have sex with them. We have a lab on premises that we use. All the women in Crimson have to have quarterly exams. We don’t want our members exposed to anything if we can help it.”

“Crimson has all of this well thought out.” I observed.

“Yes, it is.” Dean replied. “Anyway, Linda is clear for now. Let’s let her think about what awaits her in the coming weeks.”

As we walked back to his office, Dean explained further. “Water is the only thing they’re given for the first twenty-four hours. After that, we feed them. It’s there that their training begins. During their stay at the Farm, the women will get nothing to eat until they successfully perform oral sex. They must swallow cum before they receive food. This is every day, three times a day. By the end of their training, they will attack a penis and work feverishly to finish. It will condition them to equate the satisfaction they get from eating to sucking someone off.”

“You basically brainwash them.” I remarked.

“That’s what we do.” Dean replied. “We do everything to put them in a submissive mindset. Every time they think for themselves, they’re punished. When they’re obedient and follow instructions, they’re rewarded.”

That must be why Morgan was in the same place I left her when I forgot about her. I wonder just how long she would have stayed there.

Dean went on and explained the rest of the training program. Each woman would have sex multiple times a day to get her past any trepidation she may have. They exercise the women daily to increase their endurance. The trainers use bondage to stretch the women and get them accustomed to holding uncomfortable positions for long periods of time. They use punishments for both negative reinforcement and to increase the women’s threshold of pain. That’s why they use the pill that enhances feeling. If the women grows accustomed to the heightened pain, the normal pain they experience with a member will pale in comparison.

They hold mental exercises to train the women to focus while under duress. They make them do memory games while punishing them and while having sex. In the end, whatever the woman is feeling, she must focus on her task at hand. Crimson has this set up like a machine. No wonder Steven told Matt at the precinct his wife would come back different. I didn’t know whether to be impressed or alarmed. I was leaning toward impressed.

“It’s dinnertime for Cassie.” Dean informed me. “Follow me and you can help if you don’t mind.”

We walked to Cassie’s cell and entered. They attached her to a chain in the ceiling, the same as Linda, but she wasn’t wearing a blindfold. I noticed red marks running horizontally across her stomach and breasts. These were no doubt from her punishment earlier. Dean walked over and unhooked her.

“Cassie, it’s time to eat.” He informed her. “James is the new person overseeing the training of all the women in Crimson.”

I didn’t specifically tell him that. Thomas must have told everyone before I arrived.

“You know what you have to do first, so get to it.” Dean instructed her.

Cassie looked at me and moved forward tentatively. Dean reached out and smacked her ass hard. “I said, get to it.”

That’s all she needed. She few forward the last few steps and dropped on her knees. Before I could do anything, she had my pants undone and pulled down to my ankles. My cock came springing out when she pulled down my boxers, almost hitting her in the eye. After avoiding that, she grabbed it with her hand and pushed her mouth down over it. Dean was right. Cassie attacked my cock, sucking and slurping as hard as she could while stroking me with her hand.