Free Shameful Reckonings by S. J. Lewis Page A

gestures. Gia sighed again, wondering what new horror she would be forced to endure, and stepped through the doorway. The other women trailed in behind her. The black woman bumped into her as Gia stopped short just inside.
    The room they’d just entered looked like some storybook illustration of a harem. There were bright-colored cushions spread all over the floor, low couches – or were they beds? – against the walls, even a small fountain in the far corner. In the middle of the room stood a low, wide table. There were bowls on the table full of fruit. Gia recognized bananas, apples and oranges. There were other fruits there, but she had no idea what they were. The oriental women pushed past her, chattering happily as they caught sight of the fruit and made beelines for it.
    The door banged shut behind her, making Gia jump. She looked around. The trainer wasn’t there. The black woman was, though, and she gave Gia that shy smile again. Her teeth seemed unnaturally white against the smooth ebony tone of her skin. She was about the same height as Gia, but much more slender.
    “Tana,” she said, pointing to herself. Was that her name? Gia pointed to herself. “Gia,” she said.
    “Gia,” the black woman smiled more widely and nodded.
    “I don’t suppose you speak English, do you?” Gia asked. All she got in reply was a blank stare. Gia turned away and went over to the table. There were still some bananas left. She picked up two, and an apple, and retreated to one of the couches… or beds… or whatever they were… in a corner. It was well-upholstered, nicely padded and covered with some kind of silky cloth. It was built like a wide bench, with one end rising up at a low angle. The raised part seemed to be more softly padded than the rest of it. It looked as if it was intended as a headrest. Gia contented herself with sitting on the level part and eating her fruit. The bananas helped to clear the last nasty taste of semen from her mouth, and the apple was delicious. She noticed the oriental women had gathered into a small group nearby. They were peeling and eating some of the unfamiliar fruit and speaking to each other in hushed tones.
    “Gia?” Startled, Gia turned to see Tana hovering nearby. She was holding a small bunch of bananas and looking at Gia with a question on her face. Gia sighed. She hadn’t wanted company, but if Tana had been through the same hell as she had been she just didn’t have the heart to turn the woman away. She moved sideways on the – whatever it was – leaving room for Tana to sit next to her. The woman smiled and made some kind of bobbing motion before she sat down next to Gia and set to consuming her bananas. For the first time, Gia took note that Tana’s pussy was as bald as hers. She looked at the oriental women. They still had pubic hair, but it seemed to have been trimmed to a neat stripe on all of them.
    Gia felt suddenly very tired. She looked around the room. It wasn’t all that large, but the ceiling seemed to be very high overhead. As she looked up, she saw surveillance cameras set high on the walls, one to each corner. All four had little red lights showing, and she shivered. They weren’t being left alone here, not even for a little while. Somewhere, somebody was watching them.

Chapter Seven
    “Up, bitch. Get up!”
    Gia stirred and murmured, still only half-awake. Someone was nudging her very roughly in her ribs with something blunt and hard. She rolled heavily onto her back and looked up, shielding her eyes against the lights overhead. Those eyes went wide as she saw that it was her ‘trainer’. She scrambled to her feet, wondering how she had wound up sleeping among the cushions on the floor. The last thing she could recall was stretching out on the couch-bed-thing, trying and failing to avoid contact with Tana who insisted on sharing it with her. She got to her feet and stood waiting, her eyes downcast. Her trainer patted her hip.
    “Good girl,” he