"You bastards aren't going to get away with this!" Kyle hissed. "My dad's a very important man..."
The black girls hooted and laughed, and one of them said "Shee-it, you members all'a de time I usa yell dat? Fuck, bitch...my daddy be de Chief o' Police! Dat sho'nuff didn' hep me, now did it?"
The black girls milled around him, poking and laughing, until Kyle dropped to her knees and wept in hopelessness. Finally, the black guy who'd led her into the room, shouted "Shut up, you dumb bitches!" before helping her up. Then he took her into his arms, and carried her into another room. He tenderly dried her tears, and looked into her eyes. She stopped crying, and he smiled at her.
"So, Kelonda Washington..."
"My name's Kyle..."
He slapped her in the face, and she burst into tears again.
"Your name's Kelonda, girl. From now on, you can ONLY answer to the name Kelonda or Kelonda Washington. In fact, you don't remember what your old name is. You got that?"
And she did. She knew what her real name was, but also knew she'd NEVER be able to respond to that...other name again. She tried like mad, but Kelonda couldn't remember what that other name had been. Doug? Pete? What was it? Kelonda just couldn't remember.
"Y-yes. I understand."
"Good. Now, if you do a good job for me, I'll give you some special duties as opposed to just hooking on the streets. But first...you want to suck my dick, don't you?"
The suggestion power he had over her ensured that yes...she DID want to suck his dick. She didn't even question her desires.