"Miss Amy I have an idea!"  Emily said as they walked down the hall after the lunch- the next day.  Sandra had had another meeting with the bull whip, but she still hadn't been broken.  Amy almost jumped at the girl's excited talk.  She looked at the girl.

"Yes?"  She replied.

"I remember when I first became an intern and we all had a tour of all the departments.  I remember Mistress Valerie was showing us how to punish a stubborn slave.  She used a stuffy hot box.  Its a-"

"Genius idea."  Amy said suddenly.  They walked into the room and saw that that Sandra had awoken after falling into unconsciousness.  Her body had marks all over from the bull whip and she whimpered from the lingering pain.  "So Sandy are you ready to break?"  She asked as Emily made a call.  Sandra shook her head weakly.  "Shame, well wait here in silence then."  She said.  A few minuets later a box was delivered.  It was a long as a person and about three feet tall and four feet wide.

"Its set up Miss Amy."  Emily said opening it up.  Amy nodded.  

"Well Sandra maybe after four hours or so of this you will be more willingly to break.  She put a chain that connected to shackles between her wrists but allowed her feet to be free.  She forced her to walk to the box.

"What is this- master."  Sandra said meekly as Amy pushed her dark brown hair on her head.  Sandra stepped into the box.

"For the next four hours its your own claustrophobic hell.  Now lay down."  Amy said laying her down.  Sandra breathed faster she laid on the bottom, the material was the same as you would find on a gym mat.  "Have fun slave."  Amy muttered closing the box.  The box closed, more material pressed lightly into her while the box became pitched black.  Small holes allowed ventilation but the heat slowly rose.  There was no room to move, and even breathing found her stomach pushing into the mat material. It was hot, dark, and it soon seemed that everything was pushing down on her.  Amy sipped a bottle of water as within minuets cries started coming from the box.

"Four hours Miss Amy?"  Emily asked.

"Yes, she needs to be taught a lesson."  Amy replied to the beautiful redhead.  She listened as the sobbing increased.  Sandra was sweating a lot in the humid box and time passed slowly.  Amy meanwhile sighed.  "Lets go take a walk."  Amy nodded.  They walked through the facility, walking by trainers and administrators.  They were nearing the officer centers when Amy heard a struggle.

-

"No please I didn't do anything!  You can't do this!  You're not allowed!  Please you have the wrong girl!"  Amy and Emily quickened their pace around the corner.  Amy covered her mouth.  In front of her Nina was on one knee as she tried to pull away as each arm was being pulled behind her by a company security guard.  A few people watched, but she saw her boss telling them to continue on.  They complied.  "No stop please!"  Nina's hair was in a ponytail but it had come undone.  She tried to pull away as she fell out of her dress shoes and she struggled in her white blouse and black business skirt.

"Sir what is going on!"  She whispered running up to her boss.  He turned to her but was cut off before he could speak by Tom, Nina's boss.

"Nina was discovered to have installed a backdoor that was siphoning off money from the company and depositing into her bank accounts."  He said as though it was a simple statement.

"What Nina wouldn't do that."  Amy said with some uncertainty.  She was certainly smart enough and tech savvy do that.  "You should be easier on her before you kick her out."  She said.

Tom raised an eyebrow.  "An intern is similar to an employee.  She was found stealing money, its up to our discretion whether or not to enslave her.  We are choosing to enslave her."  Amy's eyes went wide as Nina was driven to the ground.

"No you can't!  Don't do this I didn't do anything, I'm innocent!  I'm innocent, please don't enslave me I'm begging you-"  She cried as a thick padded gag was forced over her mouth, silencing her.  Her eyes pleaded as she was roughly bound on the floor.

"I thought- can you do that?"   Amy said staring, her body lightly shaking in sadness.

"It looks bad to enslave interns, but everyone here will be told to be quiet.  We may even suggest she was snatched up by Acquisition Inc.  That would give us a boost, in the end she's just an intern, if a genius one."

"Yes but still can you actually enslave her?"  Amy asked hoping they would think and change their mind.  Her boss walked by Tom and patted his shoulder.

"We can yes.  We treat our best employees very well."  Amy's eyes narrowed.  Nina's strong legs were put into strict bondage and she saw that Tom was looking on with glee.  "Like I said, no one will know she was enslaved by us, and the police won't push the issue.  We'll find another intern."  The two higher ups watched as Nina was thrown over one of the guards shoulders, she stared as Nina made eye contact with her, pleading desperately.  "Congratulations Tom."  He said with a wink before walking off.  Amy made contact with his eyes, he just gave her a shrug before walking off.

She stood there for a few moments.  Finally Emily spoke up.  "Miss Amy?"  She muttered.

"Yes Emily?"  She asked the intern.

"Is there anything-"

"Go back and monitor Sandra, though ignore her pleads."

"Yes Miss Amy."  The well shaped ginger headed girl replied.

"And Em."  Amy said quickly.

"Yes  Miss Amy?"  She said as Amy grabbed her arm.

"You were never here.  Never mention what you saw here.  And do not make yourself a target."  Emily looked at her for a moment.  An angry and resistant fire in her eyes.  
"Of course Miss Amy."  She said before turning and walking off quickly.  Amy shook her head at the situation as she made a call.

-

"Mistress Knight."  Amy said walking towards the powerful looking woman.  "It's hot out here."  She said looking up at the sun.  She was outside at the out processing center where the newly trained slaves were prepared to be shipped off to auction.  Slaves knelled in the sweltering heat as they waited for the truck to carry them off.  If they were lucky their time in training hell would be over and their owner would be kind to a well trained slave.  Others might not be so lucky.  Though she guessed they were all better off than the poor girls that ended up on the black market.  

"The truck is heading down the road now."  She said in a bland but powerful tone as a truck drove towards the entrance.  "These two are now finally trained to be perfectly submissive slaves."  She said opening a hand.   At her knees were two girls.  Latinas, they looked very similar, not twins, one looked older.  But they had to be sisters.  Their brown bodies shone with sweat as they remained in the blistering sun.

"You always get them trained."  Amy replied.  

"Yes."  She said, almost revealing a smile.  "They weren't the most resistant.  They simply had to be broken to the point where they understood that they had no rights and should always obey."  Amy nodded in reply.  "But you told me that you needed to talk about little Nina."  She replied as the truck pulled up.  

"Yes."  She replied.  She explained the situation as the truck was emptied.  Newly caught girls were dragged out.  Guards and a few trainers stood around.  One girl made contact with one of the latina sisters, she didn't rat out the younger one for staring at her as a few flogs smacked the new slave's back and belly.  Perhaps they knew each other, perhaps the new slave was in shock.  It didn't matter.  Mistress Knight meanwhile thought for a moment.

"I'll see what I can find out.  That seems dastardly to say the least."  She stared at the slaves as they started to be loaded on the transport.  "Oh what are those.  Did Clark really go through on his idea to put prongs on the seats!"

"What?"  Amy asked confused.  Mistress Knight just shrugged and let out an exasperated sigh.

"Just men playing with ideas."  She replied.  "Just something he's added that I think is silly and pointless.  If you ask me I would put them in shock collars to keep them from moving."  She added.  "What would you do for the transportation of newly caught slaves?"

Amy thought for a moment.  "I suppose I would try sensory deprivation.  They would be too disoriented to fight when they arrived here."  Mistress Knight nodded.  

"Though of course some traditionalists just want to cut down on costs and keep it to just shackles.  Now don't worry Amy I'll look into your friend.  You have a slave to train."

"Of course."  Amy said nodding.

-

"I think she finally passed out."  Emily said looking down at the box.  Amy looked at her watch while placing a hand on her hip.  "It's been three hours.  Good enough.  That's an eternity in there."  She looked at Emily.  "Let's open it up."  Emily nodded as they unlocked the box.  She could feel the heat and humidity be released. Sandra laid passed out, an expression of terror on her face, her wrists and ankles still shackled.  Her skin shone with sweat, it pooled around her.  Her white bra and panties were beyond soaked to the point of transparency.  Her hair was visibly soaked.  

"I'll get the smelling salts."  Emily muttered.  Amy nodded.  Soon they were put under Sandra's nosed.  She gasped awake.  Shaking a trying to sit up only to realize her shackles were still attached to locks.

"Master!  Please let me out.  Let me out let me out, let me out!"  She begged.  Her chest rose and fell as she took deep breaths.  "Please I'm sorry, please just don't lock me in here again!"  

Amy glanced at Emily.  "Well Slave what are you."

Sandra responded immediately.  "A slave Master."

"And what rights do you have?"

"None master.  I am property.  The property of boundoggle until I am auctioned off."

"Good."  Amy replied.  "And will you ever disobey an order by your owner?"

"No master."  She replied desperately.  "I am just a slave."  

"So we have an understanding?"  Amy asked.

"Yes master!"  Sandra replied, almost desperately.

"Good."  Amy said smiling.  She prepared to close the box.  "I'll see you in an hour or two."

"No!  Master please I agreed!  Please I'm behaving you don't have to punish me, why!"  She begged with tears in her eyes.

"Because you are a slave Sandra.  And you have been very disrespectful since you got here.  I can put you in here whenever I want, hopefully you understand this soon."  She stared at the pleading girl.  "Not to mention that little outburst while most respectful, was still out of line.  Sleep tight."  She said with a smile as she closed the box.

"No please!"  Sandra begged, audible outside the box.  Emily walked over and looked at the box.  "You figure anything out?"  She asked wither arms crossed and in a hushed whisper.

"About what?"  Amy replied genuinely puzzled.

"About you know who."  Amy replied.  Amy's smile disappeared.  

"Emily drop it."  She said almost begging.  "I will handle it.  Do not make yourself a hassle to management."  She sighed and walked to the door.  She placed her hands on her hips and stared at the door.  "But I do have to do something."


-

The next day Amy smiled as Sandra was much more docile.  She was much more polite and was tied to an xframe after being washed by Emily and put back into her white bra and panties.  Amy spoon fed her and Sandra was silent as she submissively ate the foul tasting gruel that was fed to her.

"Thank you master."  Sandra replied as the bowl was emptied.

"Good manners slave."  Amy said rubbing her belly.  It still had some light marks were the bull whips had left her screaming.  She ran her hand over her smooth caramel skin.  "Hey Sandra do you remember all those times in high school on the beach where we would pin you on the ground and tickle you senseless?"  Sandra's eyes went just a bit wide.  "Oh come now slave compared to every thing else a little tickle torture is hardly torture."

"Of course master.  If you wish to degrade me further."  Sandra replied staring ahead.

"And it seems you still aren't completely broken.  Very well, lets have some fun."  She said lightly running her nails on her old friend's sides.  Sandra started trying to squirm in her bondage.

"No-hahaha-master-stahp-Amy!"  She yelled laughing as Amy dug harder into Sandra's tender and smooth skin.

"Tsk tsk you didn't say master.  Obviously you need more tickling."  Amy replied, one hand going up to tickle her ribs while another spider tickled her belly."

"No-hahahahahaha-stahahap-ples-masterim-hahahahahaha-sorry!  Hahahahaha-that-heheheheh-ticklessomuch!"  She tried to squirm but didn't find herself going anywhere as her back arched a bit.  Tickling her tummy Amy sent a finger to dig deep into her deep round navel.  "NOhahahahah-Stopplease-hahahaha!"  Sandra begged her back now arching as much as it could on the metal frame.

"Hey help me out her Emily."  Amy said calling over the pretty ginger intern.  Emily came over with a coy smile on her face.  "You tickle her thighs and feet while I focus on the upperbody okay?"  

"Of course Miss Amy."  She replied, her fingers squeezing Sandra's athletic teen thighs.  "Very nice legs if I do say so myself."

"Oh I agree."  Amy replied as she tickled the laughing slave girl.

"No-please-hahahaha-mythighs-pleasesthahahahptickle-my-hahahaha-belly!"  But the tickling did not stop, indeed it only increased in ferocity for the next half hour.  Sandra was in a tickling hell as her skin became hot from the fierce nails tickling her luscious skin.  "Hahahaha-sta-hahahaple-puples-hahahahahastahahahp!"  She begged, losing much of her strength.  Her body was coated in sweat and her belly rose and fell in desperate attempts to get air.

"She certainly is a feisty one."  Amy said digging into her tummy as Emily wiggled her fingers on Sandra's inner thighs.

"I agree."  Emily replied.

"Please-hahahahahah-breahahahabreak!"  Sandra begged.

Amy looked at Emily out of the corner of her eye and giggled.  "You want a break?  Okay."  With that she quickly sunk her fingers and squeezed the sides of Emily's lovely and toned body.

"Wait, hahaha!  Wha-hahahah-areyoudoing!  Hahaha!"  Amy wrestled her to the ground.  "Sthahahap!"  She begged as Amy got her hands over her shirt and tickled her tender belly with her hard nails.  

"You are a squirmer."  Amy replied tickling her for a moment.

"Hahahah-sthahahahp!"  Emily yelled.  After a couple of minuets Amy did.  Standing she left the redhead panting on the floor.  

"I'll have to tie you up yourself one day for some tickling."  Amy said smiling with her hands on her hips.  Emily's eyes went wide as she laid on the floor.

"Don't you dare."  She replied.

"Oh I'll get you eventually.  Ill think of a bet."  Amy said chuckling as Emily stood back up and composed herself.  

"You think huh?"  Emily replied, Amy rose an eyebrow and smirked at the challenge.  Her heart racing at the thought of tying up Emily and having her at her mercy for a day or so.  Suddenly the door opened.  Amy saw her uncle walk in along with their boss and two other men.  The smiled and greeted her.

"Amy I hear you've made progress."  He boss said.

Amy quickly composed herself.  "Yes sir."  She said unshackling Sandra from the Xframe.  She stood submissively as Amy bound her wrists behind her and put her short shackles between her ankles.  "Walk."  She whispered.  Sandra shivered but did.  "The slave has been much more submissive and even accepts her new role in life.  She is going to become property and with a little more training will sell very well on the auction block."  She paraded Sandra in front of them.  "She is athletic, smart, the complete package and will pleasure her new owner greatly.  I assume you want a demonstration."  She said as Sandra shook in fear.

Her uncle James held up a hand.  "Actually no, though she is lovely."  He said.  Sandra's eyes went wide as she finally recognized her kidnapper.  Though his eyes seemed to keep glancing over at Emily.  "But if you want us to change our plans show us that she is submissive."  Her uncle asked.

Amy nodded.  "Emily, get it."  Emily nodded walking away, James watching her the entire time.  She brought back the hotbox and opened it.

"Please master."  Sandra whispered.

"Step in."  Amy demanded.  Sandra looked at her but did.

"And leave her in for an hour.  I want her to know this isn't a quick demonstration."  Her boss said.  Sandra started sobbing.

"Lay down."  Sandra did, silent tears rolling down her face as Amy and Emily shackled her into place and locked her in.  

"Please."  She whispered.  Amy then closed and locked the box.  Looking up her uncle and boss looked at each other and walked out without another word.  Amy just sighed as begging emerged from the box.  She looked at Emily.  

"Come on lets go get some food."  She said.  Emily nodded, walking out of the room they almost bumped into Mistress Night, who silently handed Amy a letter and walked off.  Amy opened it and read it.

'Should have idea on Nina tomorrow.'

-

Two days later Amy walked into Tom's office.  It was at the top of the large six story complex, with a room right outside of his office.  As she stepped off the elevator she noticed there was no secretary in the room.  Tom must of heard her step off because the thirty-two year old called out.  "Come in!"  He called.  Amy stepped in, the handsome man sat in his chair, he leaned back a smile on his face.  A moment later she realized.  She saw his right hand holding a fist of dark raven hair, and she heard a noise that could only mean one thing.

"Are you serious you bastard!"  She almost yelled, her hands becoming fists.  Tom chuckled as she could tell he finished.  

"What can I say you choose an awkward time to come up."  He said, rolling his chair back and zipping up his pants.  "Up."  He ordered.  A young girl stood up.  Her indian features and brown skin showed Amy who it was immediately.  She felt her stomach become sick and her mind angry.  The teen was dressed up in what had to be a sexy secretary costume.  Her blouse was tight and sleeveless, and knotted off at her midriff.  Her wrists were bound behind her and Tom pushed her onto the desk feeling up her sexy thighs as he sliced them free with a knife.  She wore a miniskirt that didn't cover an inch of legs and probably didn't cover her panties half the time.  With a slap Tom gave her an order.  "Go wash up and brush your teeth."  He ordered fingering her belly button.  

"Yes master."  Nina replied submissively.  Walking off hanging her head as she went into a bathroom attached to Tom's office.  Tom looked at the furious Amy with a smirk on his face.

"How dare you!"  Amy said putting both hands on the table.  "You cant do this!"  Tom raised and eyebrow at her.

"Amy let me ask you something.  Why should I listen to a new employee.  Me a young rising star in the company.  Because you're offended that a young friend of yours was enslaved?"

"Framed by you.  Just so you could have her."  Amy replied, fire in her voice.

Tom did nothing but shrug back at Amy.  "So.  What proof do you have?  And why should the company care.  I have done many favors for the company and like I said a rising star.  So they pulled some strings and kept an acquisition I wanted under wraps.  Even if the legality of what we did is dubious."

"Or completely illegal on all accounts."  Amy replied.

"So you say."  Tom replied.  The door opened and Nina walked out in a submissive posture.  "Back to the desk."  Tom said pointing out the door.  Nina nodded and left the room.  "But I think you should drop it."

"And why should I?"  Amy replied through gritted teeth.

"Well besides the fact that I am telling you; there is also the fact that you don't want your friend, and- I don't know protege?  You don't want her to get into trouble do you?"

"Emily?"  Amy muttered.

"Yes Miss Emily?"  Tom replied with a smile.  "Lets just say that she seems to be angered over Nina as well.  And well, our cameras caught her hacking into Company records.  Didn't do much, but Im sure her skills in hacking could improve in the future.  Except for the fact that there is no doubt what she did to company property is illegal."

"You wouldn't dare touch her!"  Amy replied, angry but her eyes wide.

"Why wouldn't I?  Morals?  A shapely and very athletic redhead.  Or is the correct term ginger?  Im not quite sure.  She wouldn't even go on the blackmarket, she would be sold in house.  To the company."  He leaned forward.  "Unless of course I had good reason to tell higher ups that there is no reason to respond to her and that her hacks are insignificant."  

Amy stared at him for a moment.  "And what reason would that be."

Tom smiled.  "You simply dropping this and not having employees such as Mistress Knight talking to me about it; just forget about this and let me enjoy my property."  He stared down Amy.  "Unless you want me to add your young red haired friend with an amazing body to my collection."  

"You're disgusting."

"I'm glad we have an accord."  The man replied.  He opened up his hand and pointed to the door.  "Now I think we are through now."  Amy looked at him for a few seconds before turning to leave.  A hole in her stomach.  She looked at Nina in her 'outfit' as she walked past.

"I'm so sorry."  Amy muttered sadly.  Nina shook her head.

"Just seeing you do that means a lot."  She stifled tears.  "Its fine, really.  I just wish my family knew what-  Ill be fine.  It could be much worse."

"I can't believe he did this Nina."  Amy muttered.

"Like I said it could be worse.  I was given to Mistress Hammock for breaking."  Amy winced.  Mistress Knight was hard but Hammock was a straight up sadist.  "After two days Tom gave me an offer.  Become his slave and he would get me out of there.  After fourty-eight hours with that- that- sadist monster I had to take the offer; I wasn't going to last.  And now my body serves his pleasure, all the while my skills are used by the company."  She looked at the computer.  "Promise me."

"What?"  Amy said softly.

"Make sure you protect Emily.  I knew her.  We weren't extremely close, but we were friends.  Tell her to back off, make sure she doesn't do anything else.  They won't hesitate to enslave her as well.  To tell her family she just disappeared."

"I will Nina.  I promise."  She turned to walk away from the brown skinned teen.  "Again I'm sorry."