It was nearly a full day later that they returned. They didn't want to give her too much water. She was starved for liquids again and crawled forward quickly as soon as they came in.
"Hands and knees." One of the men called immediately.
She was already on her hands and knees, but she knew what he meant and positioned herself with her legs apart and her ass raised high. A man got behind her and pushed his thing inside her cunthole. He gasped and grunted as he fucked into her tight little cleft. Amy sighed happily, liking the feeling and knowing she would soon be given water.
The next thing they wanted was for her to lie on the bed and play with her crotchhole. They gave her a buzzing rubber thing, a vibrator, she remembered. Anyway, she buzzed it around her slit and her little bump. Her cunt felt happy at the buzzing.
Soon she started instinctively humping her crotch toward the vibrator as she ran it over her clit. She gasped as a burst of pleasure ran through her body. Then she was given another handful of water.
"Come here Bitch!"
She jumped up from her mat in the comer and raced across the room on her knees to kneel in front of the man. He pushed his chair away from the table and patted his pants. She eagerly undid the pants and pulled his cock out.
Her mouth devoured the meaty dick, deep throating him with ease as she worked her tongue and lips up and down the sensitive flesh. "Shit! You sure got her trained." Manuel said, shaking his head.
White looked over at him grinning. "Thats why we get the big bucks." It had only been a couple of weeks since theyd brought the policewoman here, and yet White's "Training" had turned the rebellious woman into a mindless little slave. She could jump and fetch better than any dog. It only took the flick of a finger to bring her scurrying over to spread her lips or legs around a mans cock.
Manuel brought his hand down on her head as he drove his cock upward into her mouth and sprayed her with his cum.
Amy sucked the jism down with satisfaction. She loved taking the gooey stuff into her body. She didn't care if it was her mouth, her cunt, or her asshole. She was only happy when she was fucking or being fucked now. After they had left her that last time, they'd thrown the vibrator in with her. She had played with the thing, seeking the pleasure she had gotten the first time.
She had plunged the thing in and out of her cunt, repeatedly bringing herself off. She had worn out the batteries in a few hours.
Now fucking was the only thing on her mind. Thoughts of the NYPD were far far away. Each time one of the men threw her to the floor and drove their hard cocks down her crotch hole she groaned in delight. Each time they took her kneeling, ramming their dicks into her cunt or asshole she mewled and purred against them, ramming her ass back to meet each stroke.
The three of them took her repeatedly, in every imaginable position and combination. She never complained. She never complained or protested about anything anymore. Whenever one of them was'nt fucking her she would crawl around the room waving her ass at them like a bitch dog in heat, trying to entice them to screw her.
Sometimes White would bend her across his lap and cram his hand into her pussy slit. He would work it in and out as she squirmed and shuddered through immense feelings of lust and desire, and then came furiously, rubbing her tits against the leg of the chair as she jerked against his fist.
If they would'nt help her, she would play with her vibrator, buzzing the little head over her clit and plunging the thing down her cunt and asshole as she came furiously.
Soon after she was let out of the back room, she was joined by Julie, and then by Carol, other newly trained slaves. Julie was a slim sixteen year old teenager from New York with hair down to the small of her back who had thought she was flying to France for a modeling assignment.
Carol was a Nurse from Santa Barbara who had won an all expense payed vacation in Europe, or so she'd thought. She was about twenty or so, with large round breasts, and short hair cut in a page boy style. Both were natural blonde's like Amy.
They each had vibrators like hers, and after an initial distrust directed towards what they each believed was competition for their trainer's sex tools, they began to realize the potential of kindred spirits with insatiable sexual appetites.
Within an hour of being introduced to each other, the three were engaged in a wild menage a trois on the floor, vibrators and tongues slamming into pussies as they groaned and moaned in pleasure.
White was now satisfied with their progress, and they were all taken outside and put into the back of a van. They sweated in the heat as the vehicle bounced and groaned over the rough roads that led to what passed for civilization.
The door opened and White motioned the three naked girls out. They blinked in the bright sun as they quickly scooted forward and hopped down from the back of the van.
They were in the rear of some large building. The view of it's surroundings was cut off by a large stone wall. White and Manuel pushed them into a small doorway in the building, and the trio scooted down a narrow hallway that led to the jail where they had all originally been brought.
Amy recognized her own cell and wondered if the man who'd been there then would be around still. Her loins ached at the thought.
She and Carol were put into a cell together, while Julie was placed next to them, in a cell with another blonde, this one even younger than she was. The two contemplated each other's bodies for a minute before moving together and sliding their breasts together in a long hug.
Amy and Carol were engaged in a delightful sixtynine, their faces buried in each other's slits, when two of the jailers came in and pulled them apart. Amy moaned in disappointment as they were separated and taken down the hall to be washed.
They were each thoroughly cleaned just like when she'd been her before, and then taken down to where a group of ten or so other girls waited naked, by a doorway. There were loud noises coming from beyond the doorway, as if a large crowd waited there.
Amy imagined they were men, and her loins began to ache.
One by one the girls were brought through the doorway, and disappeared around a comer. Amy waved goodbye to Carol as she was taken through.
Once around the comer, it became apparent that they were moving toward a very large room indeed. The sounds of dozens and dozens of people talking came much more clearly.
They stopped in front of another man. He held a short hypodermic needle, which he jabbed into Amy's arm. He picked up a thick leather and metal collar and slid it around Ay's neck. It clicked shut with a note of finality. A short leash was attatched to it and the first man pulled her through a thick blue curtain and out into the room.
Amy gasped as she realized she was on a stage. Rows of raised seats surrounded her, each occupied by a man in a white robe, or business suit. They quieted as she was led toward the front of the stage.
There was a man there, wearing a robe. The uniformed man turned her over to him and then left. Amy stood uncertainly beside the man, swallowing nervously, unsure what to do. She was used to her own nakedness by now, yet there were so many men staring at her, she couldn't help feel self conscious and embaressed.
"Stand up straight." the man hissed at her, making her jump in surprise. She straightened instantly, thrusting her big breasts out as her skin reddened.
The man began speaking in a loud voice, in a language she didn't recognize. Several times he pointed at her as he spoke. Whatever was in the needle began working on her, easing her worries and embaressment. Her eyes closed slightly and blinked as a feeling of apathery crept over her.