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Anna's Story - A Slave's Journal: Entry 2

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A Slave’s Journal Entry 2: Day 1 Continued

As we entered the warehouse the overseer leading our coffle reminded us to “keep our eyes on the ass in front of you, or else”. I had already witnessed and experienced what “or else” entailed so I gladly kept my gaze on that beautiful ebony ass walking in front of me. I’m not even into women, but I had to give credit where credit is due when it came to this ass. I did ,however, steal a few glances to my sides when I knew I could get away with it.

From my limited view, every one of these slave pens seemed the same. A medium sized chain-link box with a concrete wall in the back and what looked like at least two dozen slaves crowded inside each one looking out at us being brought past their pen. They all smelled the same as well. With the smell of sweat, BO, and god knows what else mixing into an aroma that I couldn’t get out of my nostrils. This was the shit my cousin warned me about. This was the shit he told me, “made the prisons from the movies I’ve seen look like a hotel”.

The oddest part for me , however, was the lack of noise coming from these slave pens. You could hear the occasional quiet conversation, the muffled crying, and the occasional sound of someone getting shocked and screaming in pain. The relative silence from most of the slaves honestly unnerved me in that moment and made me afraid that In was going to spend my time here drugged up to my eyeballs or something. In reality the answer was much simpler, as I found out when our coffle was brought to a halt behind another one in front of what looked like an empty pen.

The coffle ahead of us was being uncuffed and scanned into the pen’s inventory one by one by their overseer and the overseer leading us took the opportunity to tell us the warehouse’s rules. No loud talking, no sexual activity, no disruptive behavior, and follow every instruction given to you no matter what it is. They seemed easy enough to understand and follow, and I assumed that was the whole point of the rules being given to us. They were packing a couple dozen stressed out and scared people into a cage and something had to be done to keep us from turning on each other like animals.

By the time the rules were explained a minute or two later it was our turn to be uncuffed. The overseer made each of the women ahead of me hold their package between their legs or under their arm as he unlocked their handcuffs, scanned their barcode, and instructed them to get in the pen and get dressed. By the time it was my turn I had already tucked my package under my arm and presented my barcode before he could even start unlocking my handcuffs. He scanned my barcode, unlocked my handcuffs and for some reason gave my ass a good slap as I moved through the door to the slave pen before he closed it and locked the door.

My ass stung a bit from the slap, but at the moment I was more concerned with finding some room to put on the clothes they gave me. The pen wasn’t tiny once I got in there but it was still crowded with two dozen slaves putting on their new clothes and trying not to bump into each other. Still having tunnel vision I made my way to a corner that wasn’t being used and tore open my package to find a simple grey T-shirt dress made of cheap fabric and a pair of one size fits all underwear that felt like it was made from those reusable shopping bags and nothing else. Apparently giving slaves a cheap pair of socks or a pair of flip flops so we can feel our feet on the concrete floor was too much.

After getting dressed and somewhat used to what felt like a shopping bag loosely hugging my crotch I was able to explore the pen a little as I walked my opened package to the small garbage can in the corner by the toilet. The back wall had the rules the overseer explained painted on in big letters, while a lone toilet/sink combo we all shared was placed in the corner next to the other slave pen. There wasn’t any beds or even benches so the some women took places against the wall or the chainlink while the others found some room in the middle of the pen where I was sitting. We were all still stressed out, but this was the first taste of peace we were given since we arrived and the comedown from all that stress put most of us, including myself, to sleep.

My nap didn’t last too long, however, as I was woken up by the blonde overseer from earlier yelling my slave number until I groggily looked up at him. He ordered me to come to the door and face away and I, following the rules, obliged. He then handcuffed me through the slot in the door before he opened it up and led me away from my pen. An optimistic thought came over me and in that moment as he was leading me away and I was hoping that the court realized their mistake in enslaving me and my mother had gotten me out of this hell.

In the end my hopes were dashed when instead of being led to freedom or at least a lawyer, I was led into a break room with another overseer looking me up and down as the blonde overseer brought me in. The blonde introduced himself as Master Chet, and the other as Master Adam. Master Adam was complaining about how scrawny I was, but Master Chet shut him up by saying that I looked like I was “tighter than a nun” and looked like a good fuck.

Master Chet ordered me to take my clothes off and I did, even though I was terrified about what was gonna happen to me. I was standing naked in front of these men shaking in fear saying, “Please” over and over again like it was gonna do something, while I meekly tried to cover myself up with my arms. Master Chet pointed to the dining table and ordered me to bend over it like a “good little slave” and told me not to do anything stupid. Master Adam went first and I just froze as he penetrated me. It was my first time, but Master Adam didn’t seem too rough at least. Then it was Master Chet’s turn. Still frozen in fear, I had to endure this man fucking me like I was one of those women in a porn movie. He pulled my hair, and grabbed my tits so hard while pumping in and out of me that they were bruised for days afterward.

By the time these men were both done with me I was ready to collapse onto the floor and cry, but I knew better than to potentially piss off two men with what seemed like the power of life and death over me. Master Adam let me into to the women’s restroom attached to the breakroom and was nice enough to give me a chance to take a piss and clean myself up before I got dressed and taken back. I was only allowed a few minutes to do this but it was better than nothing before I was quickly snuck back into my pen and told by Master Chet that bad things happen to slaves that snitch. The other new slaves all seemed to know what happened to me as soon as I was brought back, and that added to the humiliation and other emotions already overwhelming me.

I was honestly confused after this experience. On one hand I had just lost my virginity to a pair of overseers having their way with me, which is bad. At the same time I was getting wet and feeling good here and there while Master Adam and Chet were using me, which is kind of good. Was this what I had to learn to survive being a slave? Did I need to learn to accept the bad things happening to me, while somehow trying to find some good in it all to make it even slightly more bearable? At that point I didn’t really know and all I could do was curl up in the corner and cry myself to sleep while the other slaves around me looked at me with a mix of pity and relief that it wasn’t them. I even heard a few of them calling me a whore under their breath. My darker thoughts and emotions couldn’t wait for it to be their turn to have the last bits of their dignity fucked out of them while they were just as frozen and paralyzed as I was in that room. I started thinking about literally anything else to distract myself and the efficiency of it all kind of amazed me in retrospect. In less than a day I was transformed from a free girl with a full scholarship to a good school and a bright future, into a scared slave girl crying herself to sleep while the cum was still leaking out of her.

As with the last one. If this is too dark I will gladly get rid of it.
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"In less than a day I was transformed from a free girl with a full scholarship to a good school and a bright future, into a scared slave girl crying herself to sleep while the cum was still leaking out of her."

Wow, ow. Way to hit hard at the end of the chapter. Well done.

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Zee, Thank you for not giving me any guff over the "scene" before it. I'm still trying to find some other way for her to meet Mistress Robins, but I haven't been able to come up with a replacement abuse that won't also get dangerously close to breaking the rules. One question though. Did you notice the symbolism in the material her new clothes are made of? I thought I was clever with that one for a second.

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Danicali299 wrote: Mon Jan 16, 2023 6:07 am Thank you for not giving me any guff over the "scene" before it. I'm still trying to find some other way for her to meet Mistress Robins, but I haven't been able to come up with a replacement abuse
No idea what you are talking about. I assume it will be revealed in due time.
Danicali299 wrote: Mon Jan 16, 2023 6:07 amDid you notice the symbolism in the material her new clothes are made of?
I did not. No clue. I assume that will be revealed in due time, as well. Shopping bag material? I just don't know.

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It's supposed to be a reference to her being a product now. like she's inside of a shopping bag

Also I was talking about the rape scene I stupidly put in there. There had to be a better way to write that than to go that dark.

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Danicali299 wrote: Mon Jan 16, 2023 6:38 am It's supposed to be a reference to her being a product now. like she's inside of a shopping bag

Also I was talking about the rape scene I stupidly put in there. There had to be a better way to write that than to go that dark.
Got it. Her vagina is now a commodity to be sold.

The "rape" scene is very tame, don't worry about it. In most of these slavery stories, there is no such legal or moral concept as slave-rape and all slaves are presumed to be sexually available to all free persons at all times. Personally, I disagree with that. I feel very strongly that a slave's sexual availability is something that the owner (or overseer, in this case) should have control over, not just any random free person. In other words, I need to be able to send my slave to the grocery store without worrying about her getting molested.

So no, you are not overdoing it here.
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