The armed men remained around the girls, acting as a human cage as they were forced into a large room. 

The room was painfully plain with minimal decor and barred windows. It reminded her of a place you'd put a child in for misbehaving. 

When they were instructed to sit down, she found the seats to be awful with how wooden they were. Everything was created to cause them discomfort. 

She swallowed thickly as she tried to keep her breathing under control as they waited. Nobody would tell them anything as they gave the girls stern looks and showed off their guns. 

From where the dark-skinned girl sat, she could hear the blonde from earlier mumbling to someone else. About how the weapons could be for show. 

The girl she was talking to whispered back that there was no way of testing the blonde’s theory out without risking their lives. 

This made the blonde's tone become angrier as she bit back at this point; who cared? They had nothing to lose. 

Sophie was grateful for the interruption of the room doors opening as she didn't want to hear anymore. She wasn't that hopeless that death was on the table. 

The girl bit the inside of her lip as she told herself that everything would work out. This inner mantra was hard to maintain as she was faced with a group of women who sent a chill down her spine. 

They were very pretty, and in another life, they could've been pornstars. In this nightmare, however, they had taken on another role. 

The woman who looked to be in charge had a glassy look in her big, brown eyes. Her followers had more awareness, but the type that screamed they were in too deep. 

The men looked at them without any care and ignored their presence. Sophie was sickened by this, and this feeling grew as the women came closer. Something had been done to them. 

Not just the dissociation they were going through but a physical change. Slim waists, big to medium asses, and glossy lips. 

Her heartbeat sped up, and she shuddered. Dear God, was she going to become like them? 

Plastic Barbie dolls happily walking in to "teach" a group of kidnapped girls. Girls sold and betrayed by their guardians. 

"My name is Nevaeh, and these are your sisters. We are honored to have you joining our ranks and our family." 

Despite her dazed appearance, the woman spoke with confidence that would put any motivational speaker in their place. 

Her delivery and clear confidence made it obvious why she was chosen as the leader and main manipulator. 

The woman smirked as she came over to them. She sat down on a nearby table, allowing the teenagers to get a full view up her skirt. 

Thankfully, she was wearing panties even if they were incredibly tiny and practically translucent. 

"You are all new, so I won't be too hard on you. You'll get used to your new lives and realize that this is the reason you were born." Her words were smooth like butter, but the manic, almost delusional glimmer in her gaze gave her away. 

Sophie peeked at her side and saw the blonde shaking. The pale girl was even paler than before, her hands clutching her pajama pants as she tried not to open her mouth. The talk of sisterhood was driving her insane. Sophie felt the same. 

Nevaeh noticed the girl on the verge of a breakdown and licked her lips. She turned her gaze to one of the guards, and with a nod, she made the man move. 

Sophie was speechless as the man came running over to the group of captives. Some of them instinctively flinched while a handful actually began to run, only to be stopped. 

One poor girl screamed as the guard came close and had a gun nearly pointed in her face. The man glared before returning to his true target. 

The blonde bared her teeth and started to fight back. She kicked and clawed at the man as he roughly grabbed her. 

The dark-skinned girl was frozen in place as she watched the most vocal of the group be dragged to the front of the room. 

"FUCK YOU!" The blonde screeched like a banshee as she wiggled in the six-foot man's hold. "NO! HELP!" 

None of the girls moved, and the girl stared back with blind rage. Her gorgeous fake nails dig into the man's masked face as she attempts to get him to drop her. Her nightshirt rode up, revealing her bra as she contorted and screamed. 

It was no use as Nevaeh sighed dramatically and proclaimed. "We will demonstrate one of our education systems through our sister right here. She will become a proper lady soon." 

Hearing this, the blonde turned and spat right at her. For her sake, the girl managed to miss, though Nevaeh kept smiling. 

She acted like everything was alright as she grinned and flashed them without a care in the world. She was soulless. 

They took the blonde, kicking and screaming, out of the room into the hallway. The teenagers and women watched with varying expressions of terror on their faces. 

Sophie felt a wave of guilt overcome her as she looked down at her lap, shaking and panting with anxiety. The brunette knew she had no chance of helping the other girl with the cards handed to her. 

They were surrounded by strangers who were ready to use them however they saw fit. Even if all of them had banded together to fight, the men had weapons. 

They had just their fists. The men all looked bulky; she didn't want to know how a punch in the face from them would affect her. 

Even with all this reasoning, she felt incredibly guilty for watching. Someone had tried to revolt, and she had sat there like an obedient prized pig. 

Her eyes began to water as Nevaeh clapped her hands and continued on like a school teacher speaking to eager children. “Alright! Girls, gather yourselves together and follow me to your new bedrooms.” 

The next hour was horrifically slow as Sophie walked with the other captives around the facility they were being housed. It was more of a bunker, with each step taking them deeper underground. 

Eventually they were away from any sunlight and buried in deep, cold concrete. She was assigned a bunk in a room with a dozen other girls, with no color besides white and gray. 

The bunk felt uncomfortable as she was instructed to sit down and await her new clothing. Nevaeh insisted that a “makeover” would help them feel better. 

The makeover was in the form of her hair being forced into a long braid and her clothes being stripped off of her. 

She would've been happy that it wasn't the guards doing it if the women weren't so scary. The look in their eyes was blank; they had no recollection, really. 

She shivered as the cold, basement air tickled her bare vagina and tried to cover herself up. This was pointless. 

As moving her hands down left her breasts bare for everyone to look at. She squirmed pitifully and closed her eyes to avoid eye contact. 

“Aw, little sister, you are so cute!” 

Sophie's ears filled with Nevaeh’s tempting voice as the woman came from behind and wrapped her arms around the girl. 

The taller exotic woman shushed the teenager against her front. Her smooth, almost doll-like hands pressed on the chocolate girl's upper body. 

The teenager fought the urge to pry her captor's hands off of her as she was groped and played with. She opened one of her eyes just a peek and nearly screamed. 

All the girls were watching; they were naked, staring as she had her boobs squeezed and ripples pulled. 

“Ngh!” She moaned out as Neveah hummed a sweet tune and proceeded to twirl her finger around her plump, brown nipples. 

Sophie felt a mixture of emotions as the older woman's hand went lower and lower. Her breath was abandoned for her tight little pussy. 

It had been untouched for years as the teenager wasn't sexually active and had never masturbated before. This left her extremely sensitive. 

She didn't know what was happening. The teenager felt like this room was doing something to her, to everyone. 

The air smelled like plum, and her chest felt tight as she stood there. Her mind was spinning as her tongue had become thick in a pool of her saliva. 

What she knew had to be wrong was suddenly sounding so good. So right. Being with her, touching and praising her, made the brunette feel so complete. 

This was insanity, and like a broken clock, her brain screeched to be reasonable. To look past the seduction. 

Everyone's eyes looked glazed over, their pupils dilated and their mouths open as they drooled. Were they being controlled? 

She couldn't decipher it as her brain was becoming a pool of mush. Anytime she tried to move, her vagina was pleasured and plucked. 

“It's okay. You can want it, sister.” Nevaeh hummed as her finger massaged the folds of her body and danced around playfully. 

She massaged her body and hummed as the teenager found herself stuttering. The stutter shocked her, and she wanted to scream that her voice had been stolen. 

But that was stupid, and she silenced her mind as her lips moved to speak in agreement. It was all so confusing. 

Part of her was so happy this was happening. She was so sublime that she was being used. But it was wrong, wasn't it? 

These people had stolen her and were stealing her common sense! She was smothered. 

She was drowning as the woman used her. Sophie didn't know what was real, and she shuddered as her lower body became hot. 

It made her thighs wet too, gushing and turning her into a mess. She was so embarrassed but also so turned on it drove her mad. 

“Ah!” Neveah exclaimed, and she felt her fingers move out of her body. 

The teenager panted as the woman giggled. “You came.”