Whenever a new batch of girls is brought in, we have a game called “Angel or Devil.” It’s how we classify each girl: they will either be an angel, non resistant, accepting, maybe even eager for their new life as a sex slave. Or a devil: defiant, resisting, a fighter. Girls always fell into one of these two categories, there was nothing in between.
The guys had pretty mixed feelings about it. Angels were always appreciated at the end of the day when it was time to go home and wanted an unproblematic finish to the shift. On the other hand, too many angels gets boring and makes the men complacent, resulting in incidents like last week where the handlers had gotten surprised by a young Asian girl who had seemed meek and submissive. They’d gotten sloppy changing out her restraints and once she had an arm free she whipped out some martial arts the scout team didn’t know about due to her coming from overseas and broke a few bones before being subdued. She was still hanging down in the punishment room, each of the men she had injured taking their turn to whip and torment her.
Devils on the other hand, were always a mess to work with. Extra gear, potentially need to drug them to make them more complacent or knock them out entirely. They fought like hellcats and were not afraid to go down swinging. Why not? They had nothing to lose at this point with their lives being over. What they didn’t know is that their lives were over the moment they were tagged for snatching, long before they even arrived in our hands at the facility.
I always liked one or two devils per group, it made them the outlier when the rest of the girls were more compliant and the punishment we exerted on the devil would drive the point home even moreso to the angels that they were helpless, that rescue was not coming, and that they should be good little girls to avoid having a miserable life after purchase.
I was dragged out of my daydream as the garage door began to roll up and a nondescript white van pulled inside. The next batch. I grinned to myself as the intake shift began to assemble in the garage, having received the alert that new girls were coming in. Checking the schedule, this group seemed to come from the network of bars and restaurants associated with our group. The notes input enroute showed four girls at a birthday gathering that had been knocked out via their drinks in a private room at a Japanese restaurant. Images from the capture showed all four girls ziptied and ballgagged in the back of the van in tight hogties and looked delicious. I licked my lips in anticipation as the garage door closed and the men who led the capture got out of the van.
One of the original kidnappers and one of the intake men advanced on the back door and swung them open, revealing the four captive girls. A switchblade cut the first out of her hogtie and then the ziptie binding her boots together before she was lifted out of the van and set on the concrete. Right away, we could tell this one was an angel. Even with only her hands bound, she stood frozen on the spot, looking around wildly at her new surroundings and the group of men staring at her hungrily. She was tall, with nice blonde hair and a pretty open face dressed in a longer leather jacket, black low cut top, patterned skirt and knee high black boots. I heard a groan from behind me, probably from Lewis who just lost his bet that the first girl out of the van would be a devil, before this first girl was marched over to the wall and ordered to stay there.
The next girl out was a devil for sure. Immediately after cutting her hogtie there was a grunt of surprise as she kicked out and connected with one of the men. The offending booted feet were quickly seized and the girl was hauled out of the van. This one had light brown hair, average height, and a slim build poured into chunky knee high boots, denim skirt and an off shoulder black long sleeve top. By the boots alone I would’ve been cautious of this girl, although the lug soles had come more into fashion recently, but she was frogmarched over to the wall to join her friend and her resistance earned her a collar around the neck that was chained to the wall and raised so that she was forced to stand on her tip toes to prevent the collar from choking her. It was the first step in the reinforcement that resistance was futile, but it would probably take her a few days to learn.
The next girl was Asian, which were usually the extreme ends of the spectrum. Either the stereotypical Asian submissiveness kicked in hard, or they were kung-fu trained fighters that could kick all of our asses if unrestrained. Thankfully tonight this was the former, as she allowed herself to be cut out of her bonds without as much as a whimper and her head was bowed as she was pulled out of the van. White boots, fitting for an angel. I thought as she flinched away from the man towering over her. She was dressed in a black long sleeve top, jeans, and white chelsea boots that was definitely a more conservative look compared to her friends so far. Whatever fire she may have had was already extinguished as she was led over to join her friend, casting scared glances at her second friend who was struggling to stay on her tiptoes.
The fourth girl was a devil, a surprising 50/50 ratio tonight. Even before the men were upon her you could hear her screaming through her ballgag and struggling against her bonds as she rolled around in the back of the now empty van. She was another blonde, in a red dress under a leather jacket and knee high high heeled boots. Similar to girl two, they left her legs bound and dragged her over to the wall where another collar was clipped onto her and leashed to the wall high enough that she had to strain to stand in her already high heeled boots.
The next test went about as expected. All girls had their wrist bindings cut and were ordered to strip. Faced with a half dozen leering men, the two angels immediately cowed but resisted the first order before the threat of the men coming in to do it themselves got the Asian to start moving. Her fellow angel soon followed, while the two devils continued to refuse with one flipping the middle finger at the men. I was almost impressed by the resistance given she was practically choking where she stood, but enough was enough and I nodded to the men who immediately swarmed the two devils. Pinned against the wall, they stood no chance as two men each got their hands on the girls and forcibly removed their clothing. The two angels stood in shock, half naked as they watched the men descend upon the girls but a snapped command got them moving again to finish removing all of their clothes. It took additional encouragement to get them to remove their bra and panties, but that last step was always critical for their acceptance of their new lives.
It was a voluntary exposure for the angels, solidifying their status in their minds. The devils had it forcibly removed which was humiliating enough but eventually they would be exposing themselves willingly after training. Now with four naked girls standing against the wall, the restraints were brought out. The ballgags didn’t need replacing (for now), but their restraints were upgraded from the zipties to leather cuffs. Cuffs went around each wrist and ankle, while the devils received additional cuffs at their elbows. I could see the first devil noticing this difference immediately as she glanced at the girls on either side of her, only realizing the significance when her elbows were locked together and her chest thrust out as a result, a whimper finally escaping from behind her gag at the strain.
The angels received leather collars next. While it would have been fun to get white collars and black collars to mark angels and devils, management wasn’t on board with the idea and it was a hassle, so they all got black leather collars that were snugly buckled around each neck under their hair. Now with all four girls restrained, Lewis ran a length of chain connecting each collar together before tugging on the end. I watched with satisfaction as the four girls were led away deeper into the facility. Two angels and two devils. No matter how they arrived here, they would all leave as trained slaves.