Part 9 by GreyRose
Whew! I wrote the first few parts in a kind of fever. Then I needed some extra time to recharge and think how things were going at this new slave processing center. I also had a side bar with Joe that was very productive, as they tend to be, and added more flavor to this chapter from that discussion.
I think this is my largest contribution for this particular story. I didn't get the story as far as I wanted, but then there was a lot more covered than I had originally had plotted. But I doubt any of you will complain that the story is running longer than I originally had in mind.
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Sarah had drifted off into a doze, as counting the falling grains of sand in an hourglass was a lot like counting sheep. When the lights in the room were flipped on, she jumped when this happened but as she was tightly bound to the exam table, it looked more like a full body twitch.
Standing in the doorway was a latino man in his 40’s, standing about 5’10’ athletic but not bulky with muscle. “Ha,ha I see that Emily left you all stretched out. What she didn’t mention is that you stink! I should have expected that as you didn’t go through a scrub down like the rest of your delivery.”
His words so casually delivered, crushed the normally fastidious Sarah. She felt like a horrible creature for him to say she stank from all the way over at the door! She blushed in shame at having fallen so low.
Mitch leaves the door wide open and moves to the side of the exam table. His hands are rough but also gentle, reach out and examine her body. His touch instantly brings back the edging she had earlier experienced from the vet. Her body arced upward as she tried to get his hands to press more strongly on her. Her pussy clenches and heats up from his casual stroking.
He ignores her efforts for him to bring her back to the edge of cumming then over it, instead he dips two of his fingers into her slave honey pot. Her pussy clenches down on them, and she hopes he will do more than just a few strokes. After he gauges her reaction for a few seconds, he pulls his digits out, and gives his fingers a lick.
“Hmm when your honey is fresh, it's tasty!” He dipped his fingers in her again, and then held them up to her lips, “Here give yourself a taste.” Like a good slave girl she wrapped her lips around his fingers and started licking and sucking. The part of her that is Sarah is repulsed by the thought of tasting her own juices, but 0717 eagerly sucked in his fingers and licked them clean and tried to keep going, but Mitch pulled his hand back. “Yup, I think Emily is right about you being Prime grade. First thing though is we need to do something about your stink, I don’t know why the doc didn’t mention it herself.”
Mitch releases her feet first then her hands, and moves her to her right side and cuffs her hands behind her back again, it is only then that he frees her leash from the exam table. He picks her up by the waist and sets her on her feet, and gives her a moment to catch her balance.
His casual demonstration of strength, caused her pussy to clench. If her hands had been free she might have jumped on him to get him inside her. If she could have made a sound she would have whimpered in need.
The senior wrangler is uncaring of what his touch has awoken in this slave's flesh, once she looks like she is not going to fall. Mitch drags her out into the hall, he turns off the lights before he exits the room. He faces her against the wall and presses so her torso is in full contact with the chill wall. She tries to gasp but the de-voicer spray is still keeping her mute.
With his other hand he pulls out the key and locks the veterinary infirmary. With the room secured, Mitch tugs on her leash and pulls her along the hall. She recognizes the same vault-like door she passed through earlier. They step through the door and with the door closed he pushes her face first into the wall again.
If the painted cinder block wall had felt uncomfortably cold, the steel of this room was painfully cold, and she tried to scream in response. As Mitch completed entering the code and opened the door, he looked at her oddly. “Ah, yes your skin is radiating your slave heat, and I doubt it is comfortable to be pressed against the wall like that.”
As he pulls her through the door, she tries her best to drive a glare through the back of his head as if to say, ‘No shit Sherlock, that hurt!.’ But he no more heard that thought than he heard when she tried to scream.
As she followed along on her leash, she noticed some storage racks along the back wall of the shipping/receiving bay. It was hard to say how many there were as the racks had some loading arms that allowed them to be staged closer together than isles that need room for fork-lifts could ever get. At the end of the isles a stack of poodle cages were set down by a fork lift and then an arm came out from between the isles. The robotic arm quickly locked onto the top poodle cage of the stack and far quicker than a forklift would, the caged slave girl was raised up and disappeared between the racks. Seconds later, the arm returned for the next caged slave. Those three slaves were stored on the shelves faster than if it had been done by a regular forklift.
Sarah had seen in a data storage facility where there were data modules all across the wall, that the arms would grab and drop into a reader. When done an arm took the module back and put it into the niche it came from. Those arms on those racks were treating the slave girls like that place treated those modules. She shuddered, those slaves were being stacked like dishes in a cabinet. The imagery shook her, how many ways were there to dehumanize slave girls?
Sarah stumbled along stunned by this sight. So she was caught off guard as Mitch rounded a corner and there were stairs heading down. There were 4 switchbacks as they went down, when the wall opened to one side, she could see that the stairs continued on down to another level..
It was a fairly large room that had a pair of raised desks with computers and a number of corridors running off from it. There was a slave standing at the desk to the right, Sarah noticed that the other slave was wearing a red collar. And seeing the Master enter the room, she stepped out from behind the desk and gracefully went to her knees in the Present position; knees wide, her back arched and her hands with fingers interlaced behind her head. “Master, what can this slave do for you?”
“6302, this is 0717 who came in with the others earlier today, but hadn’t been properly documented. So she missed getting the stink washed off, fed and then caged for the night. You will take care of these items and report to me that it has all been done.” The senior wrangler gave the other slave girl orders as he pulled Sarah across the room. When he reached the desk, he snapped the end of the leash onto a hook on the desk.
Turning away, confident that 6302 understood and will complete his orders correctly. As he stepped into the leftmost corridor. He had pulled out his cell and spoke as it connected. “Hey, this is Mitch. We talked earlier and I’m letting you know that it’s been handled and we can meet and have dinner at the restaurant tonight. It's interesting…” The words got lost as he got too far away.
6302 had gotten up and was walking towards Sarah with a scanner. She scanned Sarah’s collar and got her SIN, and then matched it against the one inside her lip. 6302 called up Sarah’s file on the computer. “Huh, not complete yet, you have been a naughty slave girl. Still need to get your photo’s done, but that’ll be tomorrow when Master Mitch is ready for you.” She pauses, as something in the file catches her interest.
“Either someone was very sloppy or they didn’t like you. International sales are allowed, I expect that the bidding on a Prime pussy like you will be hot and heavy.”
Sarah stopped breathing when she heard that international sales were allowed. She specifically set that to NO, as part of the only bits she did fill out. Did someone change it? Who… ? Why…?
6302 lightly slapped Sarah’s cheek, “Hey, here and now slut girl!” Sarah took a deep breath and returned the other slaves' focus. 6302 grabbed Sarah’s hair and forced her to break eye contact. “I’ve been given power over you. You will address me as Mistress when we are alone, and only when I have given you leave.”
Unhooking the leash from the desk and dropping the scanner next to the keyboard. 6302 led Sarah down a corridor that was going the opposite one Mitch went. Sarah was happy that finally someone around here didn’t just walk off and drag her along. 6302 was almost gentle, and Sarah took a good look at her. She had the skin tone and hawk-like nose that suggested that there was some Egyptian in her ancestry, the black hair and brown eyes went along with that. Her temporary slave mistress was 5’ 5”, and looked to be in her early thirties.
They walked for a fair distance before turning down a side hall. It led to an open shower area, with several young men wearing rubber aprons and boots. 6302 stood to one side with her head down, and gave Sarah a sharp jab in the ribs when her charge didn’t do the same. Quickly Sarah dropped her head and studied the floor.
After a few minutes, one of the young men came over, “6302 what have you brought us? She looks tasty.”
“Master, I have orders from Master Mitch for this new slut to be thoroughly cleaned. She came in with the group from Illinois and was separated out to deal with some problems.” 6302 answered without looking up.
“Hey guys, we’ve got a bad girl here! Apparently she caused the Brass some problems and now we’ve got the fun of cleaning her up!” The other 5 young men in the room came over and studied her. Sarah saw that they all looked to be around 18, maybe 19 years old. They were looking at her like she was a Porterhouse steak and they were starving.
“Master, may this slave speak?” 6302 asked very softly.
The apparent leader, the one that came over first, “Yeah go ahead 6302. What’s so important you would risk punishment?”
“Master, this one reviewed 0717’s file and there is a note that she has limited free use. Only slave kisses can be taken from her.” 6302 speaks swiftly. “But if you check with Master Mitch he may say the file is incorrect.”
The leader looked at 6302 for a moment, before turning to the others. “Sorry guys, I’m not risking pissing Mitch off. Groping and blow jobs are all we’re getting this round.” The others groaned and grumbled as they walked off to get their gear.
Sarah’s eyes went wide as she realized how close she just came to being slave raped by these 6 guys! If 6302 hadn’t spoken up, she’d have been served up to them. No telling how long 6, young hot fit guys, could have spent doing whatever with her body… no not her body. It was owned by this facility she guessed. Her breathing deepened and her pussy clenched as the implications registered.
Her brooding is interrupted as the leader grabs the leash and pulls her further into the room. The others have what look to be rough cloth gloves on one hand and buckets nearby. They have formed up so they will be on either side if she moves forward. The leader reaches up and connects her leash to a track she hadn't looked up to see.
There’s a delay of 30 seconds or so and then the track pulls her forward very slowly. When she’s about 5 feet from the first two, she is sprayed from above by a cold and strongly scented water, she recognizes the stink of a de-louser. If she weren’t de-voiced she would be piercing peoples ears,screeching about the cold spray, all she can do is expel air really hard. Which means she gets some of the stuff in her mouth, if the smell was bad it tastes worse. She can’t tell how long it goes on but it stops before she reaches the first two.
The first two each have oversized rough terrycloth mitts that they dunk into the buckets at their feet and start scrubbing her madly all over. They scrub at her hair and then work their way down, her skin feels abraded and is red in the places they have worked on the hardest. They spend plenty of time groping her tits and fingering her pussy and her starfish.
As she finally steps clear of them, she wonders why the next two are so far away. Sarah’s question is answered as another spray of water catches her off guard. The rinse water is so cold that she is dancing trying to get out from under it, but there is no slack, it's obvious that they know just how much slack to leave so that she can’t get out from under the spray. At least this water is clean and washes that foul smelling de-louser.
Again the water spray stops just before she comes into range of the next two fellows. With eager smiles they dunk their mitts in their buckets and start with her hair and work their way down. Scrubbing her down, their mitts smell more like soap. And her skin feels better and the burning sensation from the first two goes away.
Steeling herself, she still isn’t ready for the next spray to hit her. She still can’t help dancing and shaking trying to escape its blast before it finally stops. These last two are doing things differently. The leader has lotion in his hands and his partner has a spray bottle and a brush. The leader starts spreading a moisturizer on her skin, while his partner sprays what must be a detangler on her hair and brushes it all straight. The partner was annoyed that he didn’t get to grope her and play with her pussy, like the leader was doing. She could tell as he was yanking the brush through her hair and pulling her head in different directions.
The leader on the other hand was taking the time to fully enjoy her body, as he was barehanded and applying the cream directly to her skin.. Every time he finished one part of her, like her right arm, he would come back and play with her tits. Left arm, pussy play time. And so he bounced around, he was going slow enough that his partner got time to play. He focussed on just her naughty bits, leaving the un-moisturised parts to the leader. Her slave heat rose as he played with her breasts and pussy, she tried to moan, but soundless it limited her, preventing her from going over the edge. He stretched his fingers deeper into her as he was enjoying himself, she didn’t think he did it on purpose but he went just a little bit deeper. And grazed her spot, just the lightest of touches and she exploded. Her body arced and she shuddered, he kept his fingers right there and he kept her going for far longer than she’d ever cum before. She would have collapsed and hung herself on the leash, except he caught her and held her as she came back from nirvana.
He unhooks her from the overhead rail and pulls her to where the other helpers have sat down. He lets her slide to her knees in front of him. She notices that 6302 approaches the other end and gets on her knees as 0717 kneels before the leader.
0717 struggles to stay balanced on her knees with her hands still cuffed behind her. But the leader helps out by grabbing her head and pulling her forward until she is face to face with his One-Eyed-Worm. With his help her head bobbed quickly and he blew his load down her throat. She almost choked on it but as he kept pumping away she just had to keep swallowing until he was finished.
These young fellows weren’t into proving their mastery over her, they were just wanting to find a receptacle for their cum. And as she had just been cleaned they couldn’t risk pumping anything on her face or tits. They had to be satisfied with her swallowing everything they gave her.
The reality that they were just using her body for their enjoyment and didn’t care about her enjoying what was happening, angered Sarah but made 0717 burn even hotter. Despite her just having a world altering orgasm, she still wanted them to shaft her and satisfy her slave heat but they didn’t care.
Sarah’s jaw was aching by the time she finished the second guy, but she was dragged in front of the third one and had to do it all again. As she was bobbing up and down on him, her shoulder was brushing against 6302’s. Sarah didn’t know but 6302 was pacing herself so that she finished her master at the same time as 0717 finished hers. 6302 helped 0717 to her feet after they finished the last of the shower workers..
6302 thanked the masters for doing such an outstanding job on cleaning the filthy slut she brought them. But she has orders from Master Mitch that she needs to take 0717 along to complete them.
Hustling 0717 out of the shower area, 6302 slows down to a normal walk once they are in the main hallway. 6302 was quiet all the way back to the room with the two computers. She secured 0717’s leash to the same anchor that Master Mitch had used. 6302 logged back into the computer and typed for a few minutes. She then stepped away to a cabinet and pulled out a green collar.
6302 put the green collar into a dock and proceeded to program it. She made a call from the desk, “Master Mitch, 6302 is ready to put 0717 into a facility collar. A Master or Mistress will be needed to remove the one from the slaves previous location. …. Yes, Master. These slaves will wait as is our station.”
Finished with the call, 6302 turns to 0717, “Well this has been a day for you, I bet. Have you ever been shipped by container before? I hear it's terrible, dark and the inside reeks. No personal space, no privacy, packed in like sardines.” The other slave girl shivered trying to envision a place she never wants to be.
Looking at Sarah 6302, waited for her to respond, so Sarah opened her mouth and tried to say something, anything. 6302, chuckled and shook her head. “Did you mouth off to Mistress Emilly? She loves to de-voice slaves if they make the least little squeak when she’s working with them. Unless Master Mitch decides to bring something, you will just need to wait for it to wear off.”
6302 turns back to the computer and goes back to working on what she was doing when Master Mitch tasked her with getting 0717 washed. Time passes slowly when you have nothing to do and nothing to watch. So Sarah withdrew into her own head.
She has no idea where she is, as she has no need to know. Masters have answers, slaves have questions and duties to please their Master. For someone used to being in control to have no idea where she is or what is to happen next, Sarah is feeling totally adrift.
She’s lost, she has no idea where Arjun is, or if he even has plans to find her. 6302 said someone had put notes in her file about how she is to be handled… Who would have done that? Could it be Arjun? Or is it someone that saw her and now has plans for her.
If there isn’t someone watching her progress, what might happen to her. 6302 said that international sales were possible. If so she could end up anywhere in the world.
As Sarah spins in smaller and smaller circles in her mind, Mitch arrives before she gives herself a heart attack or collapses under the weight of her dark thoughts.
Mitch arrives from the same corridor that they had used to go to the showers. He walks up to 0717 and unlocks her collar. When he removes that band of polished steel, she panics as it is literally the last link she has to when she was a free woman. Before she asked Arjun to collar her, and all this began.
“6302 you have that collar ready.” Mitch says as a statement rather than a question. The red collared slave quickly pulls the green collar from its dock and rushes to place it in his outstretched hand. Since 0717’s hands are still cuffed behind her back, 6302 pulls her hair out of the Master’s way, which gives Mitch a clear view of 0717’s neck and he snaps her new green collar on her. To Sarah this new collar seems to weigh five times as much as the silver one had.
“Slave look at me.” and he gives her a few seconds to shift her position to be facing him, and she resumes her present position as best she can. His voice seems to become deeper and more resonant, or maybe it's the words themselves that make what he now says have such a strong impact.
“Slave you are now inventory of our facility, you are wearing one of our collars. It is locked and activated, it is able to deliver painful and disabling shocks as punishment. Anyone that has the facility app on their phone or one of the dedicated collar controllers is empowered to deliver shocks as a way to correct bad behavior.
Do you understand what I have just explained to you? Or do you need an example?”
0717 nods quickly to show she understands, but that is not enough for Mitch. “Slave I need for you to say that you understand.”
Sarah opens her mouth but nothing comes out, she tries her best as she doesn’t want to be shocked. 6302 offers up, “Master Mitch, may this slave speak?” At the wrangler's nod, she continues. “Master I believe that Mistress Emily has de-voiced this new slave and the spray has not yet worn off.”
With a snort, and a shake of his head, “Of course she did. And of course she didn’t tell me. And here I was thinking that 0717 was being such a good girl by staying quiet and doing exactly as she was told.”
He rummages through the cabinets in the area, before returning to 0717. “Well girl, nothing for it but to wait it out. I will accept your nod as your understanding. But if you don’t behave, when you get shocked it will be extra strong as we will treat it as if you had lied and tried to fool a Master.”
Sarah is terrified to break position, and terrified to not do something else to show she understands and will be a good slave girl. She just kneels there, quivering.
Turning to 6302, “Get her fed and watered. Get her into her assigned cell and leave her alone for the rest of the day. After the way she came here, she will probably need to sleep for the next 15 hours.
Mitch then leaves 0717 in 6302’s capable hands and heads back upstairs, as he goes he checks his watch. He hurries to the front of the building and checks in with the security officer at the desk. Has his guest arrived yet? Yes they have, and the guard points the swarthy younger man out to the senior wrangler.
“Welcome to The Great Lakes Clearing House, Mr….” Mitch begins before he is interrupted by his VIP guest.
“Please just Arjun. Lets keep this on an informal basis if you don’t mind, Mitch”
