Dark Erotic Fiction

New Identities

Before beginning to process the college girls, Aaron first assembled his small group of female friends. Of the ten young women that had been members of the ill-fated ATHENA Cell, four were fully naked save for the flip flops, sandals, or tennis shoes they had worn the night of the sorority house burning in Hutchinson, Kansas. Busty Debbie Charnauf, well-endowed Melisa Robeson, slim Janella Lucatero (Gigi), and the formerly vivacious Jennifer Stanistow were the naked women. It was an awkward moment as the six dressed women uneasily eyed the four naked women.

“We”re going to get started in just a few minutes,” Aaron started. “But before we do that, I want to make a couple of reassurances to you. Only a few of you know all the details about the identities that my step-brothers purchased using some of the “war chest” funds that the girls brought to the emergency session called by your leadership.”

Aaron took a deep breath and added, “My intent is for eight of you to temporarily pretend to be women that were previously enslaved and transported by the firm whose name adorns the truck behind you.”

Most of the ten girls looked at the sign prominently displayed on the trailer. Gigi, Debbie, and Melisa instead stared intently at Aaron.

“Janella, or Gigi as I renamed her, has permanently traded her freedom to escape Hutchinson and Jennifer needs to see a doctor. That leaves eight of you that when we get to my family ranch, you can drop the pretense and use your old identities until we arrange something better. Or, - you can have jobs on the ranch, - your choice.”

“Now, I won”t bandy words with you, the remainder of your comrades in terrorism will have little choice but to accept my offer to masquerade permanently as these previously enslaved women.”

Six of the girls gasped at Aaron”s comment. Given Jennifer Stanistow”s nearly unresponsive state since being rescued, it was not odd that she likely didn”t understand the impact of Aaron”s words. But, Gigi, Debbie, and Melisa already knew the details of Aaron”s plan and they didn”t look happy about it at all.

“Any of them that object, - or for that matter if you object, then alternatively I will offer them a wad of cash, seven-hundred and fifty dollars, and a car ride out of her. Of course, they will be naked when they are dropped off at their destination with no possessions save the cash. There is no reason for met to make it easy for them to try their own escape planning given that they”ll likely be arrested and then divulge details of your escape.”

“This really sucks,” Margaux whispered.

“Some things just won”t go away easily,” Aaron responded. “You put yourselves in a bad situation and this is the best deal that I can figure out. If any of you have a better idea, now is the time to get creative.”

Aaron stared back and forth from woman to woman. “Well?” he demanded after nobody introduced any ideas. “Alright, then,” he continued, “I want this next bit to go smoothly with as little confusion as possible. Since that”s the case, I want you each to strip down naked to your shoes and then to grab one of the slave collars to put on. If everyone else sees you”re already prepared for the trip, - well, that will help them to choose the best route.”

“Things do look as though they are going to go smoothly,” Aaron told himself with satisfaction.

“It will keep everyone much calmer if you”re all naked,” he had explained to the bug-eyed women that were aghast after being told to strip. Somehow, they all meekly shed their clothes except for Margaux who Aaron simply threatened with a warning that she would be punished by his slave Gigi in front of everyone if she didn”t comply. “I don”t have time to deal with babies,” had been his final comment.

Steaming mad, Margaux had finally given in to his command and she jerked off all her clothing save for her tennis shoes.

Aaron had given each girl specific assignments and he now stood inside the trailer examining the triple-high row of cages on either side of the center walk-through. At forty-feet-long, the trailer held ten cages that were three feet deep, four feet wide, and three feet high. The upper tiers of cages were reached by a clever mechanism that raised center runway. All together, the trailer held sixty cages in six rows of ten.

On the ground behind the trailer, outside the twin doors that had been flung wide open and anchored back against the side of the trailer, was a small folding table with a laptop computer and a multi-function barcode scanner. Now every single woman by the hay shed was fully naked and blonde Debbie Charnauf only stood out from the others because of her oversize soft breasts. She sat with her fingers poised over the laptop keyboard and she was staring expectantly at the first Phi Beta Phi Sorority Sister to be processed.

Melisa Robeson, also blonde and just as naked as Debbie, held tightly on Jamie Roland”s elbow in front of the table. Jamie was a popular member of the sorority that had been the Scholarship Chairperson. She wore only her glasses.

Confirming from her pubic hair that Jamie was a brunette, Debbie reached down in the box that held sorted stacks of collars from slave girls previously transported by Pedro Gonzalez and selected one that had once belonged to a brunette. She plunked the collar down on the table and Gigi scanned the RFID chip in the collar. A data screen popped up on Debbie”s laptop.

“Jamie,” she recited using a note card as guidance, “we remind you that having been linked to a terrorist organization, your capture and death is imminent. However, as promised back in Hutchinson, our friend Aaron Fleming has purchased an identity that he hopes you will accept in order to escape this death sentence.” She glanced at the data on the screen and continued, “You are hereby offered the chance to masquerade as Maybelle Larson. This identity is a woman with your basic age and hair color. If you accept our offer of protection from the U.S. authorities, please affirm yes and place the collar around your throat.”

Jamie looked hard and long at her friend Debbie. “I think I get it, - do we really have a choice?”

Debbie looked her friend straight in the eye and stated solemnly, “Yes, you can decline the offer of identity in which case Aaron has arranged alternative transportation for you without a false identification. In that case, he will provide you seven-hundred and fifty dollars cash and a ride out of here. However, if you accept Maybelle Larson”s identity, he has promised that you will be treated humanely and will not be maimed or killed.”

Jamie nodded calmly, “Yes, I accept.” She reached down to the table, picked up the collar, and clicked it locked around her throat without hesitation. “Let”s get this going,” she added with a quiver in her voice.

Melisa gently nudged Jamie, now Maybelle Larson, so that she backed up to a pale blue photographic backdrop. Gigi, aimed the scanner at Jamie and began taking high-quality digital pictures. As the laptop received each image wirelessly, Debbie cropped each shot to the proper size and dragged the images into the data file for Maybelle Larson. Within moments, the laptop contained crisp and clear images of Jamie overlaid into Maybelle Larson”s detailed slave file.

Blackhaired Sofia Wickline was next in line holding onto Fawn Baker”s arm. Fawn had watched the entire transaction with Jamie with her eyes bugged out in near hysteria.

As Sofia and Fawn stepped forward to the table, Melisa snapped a steel lead chain onto Jamie”s collar and tossed the free end up to Aaron in the truck. As Melisa headed back to the hay shed to gather up another woman, Aaron gently tugged Jamie forward and she climbed the ramp into the trailer. She balked at the sight of the steel mesh fronts of the sixty cages but had no choice but the follow Aaron all the way to the forward section of the trailer. He opened a kennel cage and silently motioned for her to enter. Just as her luscious rump was about to pass the cage door, Aaron smoothly swept a pneumatic inoculating gun down at her butt. With a hiss, a cocktail of drugs flew through her soft flesh and buried themselves deep in her ass.

Within moments, Jamie Roland who was once Scholarship Chairperson at a prestigious sorority would plunge into a deep sleep to awaken much later as slave girl Maybelle Larson.

Back at the table, Debbie was carefully intoning, “Fawn, we remind you that having been linked to a terrorist organization, your capture and death is imminent. However, as promised back in Hutchinson, our friend Aaron Fleming has purchased an identity that he hopes you will accept in order to escape this death sentence.” She glanced at the data on the screen and continued, “You are hereby offered a chance to masquerade as Reena Rathenberger. This identity is a woman with your basic age and hair color. If you accept our offer of protection from the U.S. authorities, please affirm yes and place the collar around your throat.”

Fawn, unlike Jamie, simply responded, “Yes,” and collared herself. She followed Aaron completely docilely into the trailer and didn”t resist once during the long walk forward to the cage next to Jamie. She flinched when the drugs hissed into her ass and looked back at Aaron with accusing eyes. “Remember that you promised to take of me,” she whispered.

Next in line was Randi Handyside with a tense Carmella Henriksen and Hillary Brunn each very tightly holding her elbows.

Debbie swallowed nervously. “Randi,” she said beginning her recitation, “we remind you that having been linked to a terrorist organization, your capture and death is imminent. However, as promised back in Hutchinson, our friend Aaron Fleming has purchased an identity that he hopes you will accept in order to escape this death sentence.” She glanced at the data on the screen and continued, “You are hereby offered a chance to masquerade as Janell Prescott. This identity is a woman with your basic age and hair color. If you accept our offer of protection from the U.S. authorities, please affirm yes and place the collar around your throat.”

Randi didn”t hesitate a moment. “Fuck you,” she spit, “I will not become involved in your schemes.”

Debbie had been prepped in what to do in case the identity was rejected. “Fine,” she said evenly, “in that case Carmella and Hillary will temporarily chain you on the other side of the trailer. Later we will give you directions on your alternate escape method.” She ignored Randi”s look of defiance as she was dragged away. “Next,” she called.

This time, it was chubby brunette Tania guiding an equally chubby brunette, Penelope Straw, to Debbie”s position at the desk. The Sorority Treasurer possessed an absolutely astounding set of breasts that put Tania, and almost all of the other sorority sisters, to shame.

Penelope Straw quickly accepted the identity of Janell Prescott and meekly stood by as her photograph was taken in a number of poses. She did experience a moment of deep terror as the cage door clanged shut behind her. Beside her, Fawn was settling down in her cage and Jamie, the first to be loaded, was already sound asleep. Penelope sobbed before she too began to drift off to sleep. She curled into a fetal position and began to softly snore.

By the time the primary processing had been completed, only four women had refused Aaron”s offer of a new identity. The fully naked presence of the ATHENA Cell members had reassured the remainder of the college girls that acquiescing to Aaron”s offer was the best choice given their dire situation. Annabelle Palazzolo the frigid Sorority House President, Randi Handyside the beefy Sergeant-at-Arms, Coralee Scott the prickly pre-law PR Officer, and Summer Fox the graduate student House Mother were the four hold-outs. They were left chained on the far side of the tractor trailer miserable in the full heat of the day.

Toward the end of processing the main group, Margaux had led Jennifer Stanistow to the table. In her near comatose state, her opinion did not need to be solicited. She was collared, photographed, caged, and sedated without a word being spoken. Now, only two groups of women remained to be processed; the four adult advisors and the ATHENA Cell members themselves.

“Gigi and Debbie stay here at the trailer and make sure the girls are alright. Melisa and Sofia I want you to watch our four holdouts Annabelle, Coralee, Randi, and Summer. Everyone else, follow me.”