Anna’s Story - A slave’s Journal Entry 5
Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2023 8:39 pm
You know the drill..slavery topics, harder than normal shit, a single paragraph of slight claustrophobia if that triggers you.
Chapter 5: Transport Day
At first, the day we were shipped out seemed like just another dreary day in the warehouse. We ate the same food, waited in the same line to use the toilet, and used the same shitty toothbrush and paste to we used everyday. I even waited by the door for the overseer that normally brought me to Mistress Robin’s office to wait for her arrival. Honestly, the only thing that put us off that day was us getting our shower a few days early. It wasn’t enough to set off alarm bells in our heads, but the break in the schedule should’ve warned us of something in retrospect.
Due to my position waiting by the door, I got to be the “lead” slave in the coffle for the first time ever and it fucking sucked. I was used to be pulled forward by the slave in front of me, but the overseer’s tugging ended up making the handcuffs dig into my wrists as we were rushed to the shower rooms by these men.
The routine in the shower room even felt normal too, until we dried off enough and they didn’t give us our fresh change of clothes we were supposed to get. This is where we started to get nervous. It didn’t take long for our suspicions to be confirmed however, as we were led in the opposite direction from what we knew as the way back to our pen. I had a knew my day was coming soon, but now I knew it was here.
During my first days working with Mistress Robins I had heard her complain about the Teamsters Union slowing the flow of slaves out of the warehouse to a crawl over some contract dispute. Then a few days before our transport day I got to listen to Mistress Robins talk on the phone excitedly about how happy she was to get product moving again. I doubt she even knew I was paying attention to her conversation while I was massaging her, but for some reason she told me before I left her office that she would “miss me” when I was gone. She probably said that to all the girls she used like me before they were shipped out.
To say our trip to shipping and receiving was stressful was an understatement. The twins were crying, Charlotte and Maria were barely holding it together, and the rest of us were too overwhelmed by our anxiety to even have a reaction yet. It was shitty living in the slave pens, but it was shittiness we were familiar with by this point. In contrast, we had no idea what it was going to be like where they were taking us. There were other coffles being driven there in similar states too, so at least we weren’t alone in this.
When we got to the sally port between shipping, and the warehouse, the sight of what looked like a hundred women, lined up ahead of us waiting to get in there floored me. I was used to seeing the thousand or so slaves in the women’s warehouse stationary or being moved a few dozen at a time, but this many moving bodies being shipped out all at once reminded me of how big Mercer actually was. I could also feel the cold blasting through the sally port every time they opened it to allow more coffles through. We hadn’t noticed it too much with all those people packed together in the warehouse, but it was only October and this fall was already a cold one. I doubt one of those shitty canvas dresses would’ve been much better, but being completely naked in that cold was definitely going to be a “fun” experience.
As the overseers working the entrance to shipping and receiving were liberally enforcing their “eyes to the floor” rule with their prods to keep us from seeing anything ahead of us, I didn’t notice Mistress Robins stop our coffle and approach me until it was too late to anticipate her approach. She put her hand around my shoulder and leaned in close to my ear and whispered,
“I’m gonna miss that lovely tongue of yours slave. Now remember what I said to you before and don’t fuck this up for yourself. Do you understand? Just open your mouth and nod so you don’t piss these shipping assholes off.”
I nodded my head and before I could think about why she told me to open my mouth she put a couple of small pills into my mouth and closed it with her hand, forcing me to instinctively swallow whatever she had just given me. She then whispered to me,
“It’s just some allergy medicine, but it should keep you asleep until you get to where you’re going.”
In that moment I wanted kiss her, no that wouldn’t have been enough gratitude. I wanted to go down on her and make her cum a dozen times in front of all these people like I was her personal whore to thank her for what she just gave me. To a free person it would’ve just been some allergy meds, but to me it was an escape from having to actually experience riding in a slave transport in a state that allowed me to feel things or be awake enough to notice how much it was going to suck.
When she was done with me our coffle got moving again, and I got a nice slap on the ass from Mistress Robins for what I hoped was good luck as she walked away. We got our chance to make our way through the sally port a minute or two later, and the shipping and receiving building left me almost as terrified as I felt during my intake into this place.
We were still handcuffed into our coffles, and yelled at to “keep our eyes on the ass in front of you”, but I could still steal a few glances at what was going on ahead of me. The line we were in snaked around a a couple lines of metal dividers, looking like the ones they used to block streets for a parade, with a few overseers going up and down the coffles making sure we weren’t “misbehaving” or taking our eyes off of the floor. I got caught trying to look once, and though the shock was more of an warning jolt, it convinced me that this was not the place to let my curiosity get me punished.
When our coffle finally made its way to the front of the line I finally understood what was going on. Halima was the first to get unlocked from our coffle and get scanned by the overseers. I could hear one of them barking some numbers out to what I assumed was a company slave who looked like he was marking something on her with a sharpie.
The twins were next, and they unsurprisingly weren’t separated as they were taken away. Then it was Charlotte’s turn. I got to see the slave marking Charlotte with some numbers right in front of me, and I could also steal a glance at him resting his hand on one of Charlotte’s breasts while he marked her stomach and grabbing her ass when he turned her around to mark her back. It honestly threw me off seeing another slave treat us like the overseers did, but in a fucked up way I also understood that this was probably this slave’s only contact with the opposite sex he really ever got. I doubt Charlotte saw it that way and I doubt that the overseers really cared what he was doing as long as the line kept moving and “product”, as Mistress Robins like to call us, went out.
When this slave was done marking her, another overseer lead her off to one of the gateways in the wall ahead of us. This was also the last time I saw Charlotte for the rest of my life, I hope she had a good owner like I ended up getting. She deserved that much for helping me and the others through all the stress and anxiety we went through here. I wanted to cry so much seeing the people who got me through this last month of hell get taken away from me, but I had to at least pretend to be strong for the unknowns waiting ahead of me.
It was now my turn and if it weren’t for the pills I was given taking away my energy, I would’ve been freaking out by now. The overseer was quick about unlocking me and scanning me but the slave marking me took his sweet time making sure his numbers were legible on my stomach, and on my back. Of course, he tried to feel me up like some of the the others while doing this, but he didn’t really try too much with me as I was too scrawny to have much to feel up anyway.
When the slave was done with me I could see that I had ‘A-7’ written on my stomach and with some random numbers and letters marked below that. I could match the A-7 to a gate on the wall, but the other numbers were gibberish to me. Then, like the others before me, I was led away to my gate and pushed though a security turnstile into a chain-link hallway packed with slaves.
Looking further at the inside of this chain-link corridor made me realize that this was more of a cattle chute, than a proper hallway to get somewhere. It was only wide enough for single file lines of slaves, and the dim lighting disoriented us all as we were driven forward by pressure from the rear and the occasional shock from the cattle prod to keep us moving forward.
The overseers patrolling along the other side of this of this collective anxiety attack weren’t completely heartless at least. Multiple times I heard the overseers trying to calm down this mass of people with assurances that all we had to do is close our eyes and keep moving forward and we’ll be on the truck in just a few more minutes. I don’t think these overseers realized that getting shipped out on those trucks was probably what was freaking us out the most, but the couple minutes lie honestly seemed to help a lot of us out. In reality, we spent 10 to 15 minutes at the most in there before making our way onto our assigned trucks.
By the time I had left the chute, the pills had sapped so much of my energy that the overseers thought I was going to pass out from a “panic attack” and get seriously hurt, so I got lucky and received a drink of water and a quick “break” before I was roughly shoved through another security turnstile into the holding cage on the loading dock that contained the slaves I was to be shipped out with.
To say that cage outside was cold would be an understatement. In the chute, we were so packed together that we were able to stay warm off of body heat alone. Out here on the loading dock, we were spread out enough in our holding cage where that wasn’t possible, even with the morning air supposedly getting warmer. Still the fresh air was nice compared to the smell of the other slaves in the warehouse, and I got to see sunlight and blue skies for the first time in a month. My view may have been polluted by the sight of another slave warehouse and our truck backing up to collect us, but I cried half asleep tears of joy at being able to see “outside” for the first time in what felt like a lifetime.
We didn’t have much time to enjoy the view however, as the truck had finally finished backing up and the overseers began getting us ready to be put in the trailer. I didn’t really know what I was looking at, but this thing did not look like it could fit all of us with 40 slaves put in ahead of us already. When it was our lot’s turn to be loaded, we were led out of the cage in a single file line into what I would later find out was just a converted cattle trailer.
They called them slave trailers now, but these double-decker trailers were originally invented to haul actual cattle instead of humans before the slavers took a liking to them. The inside of this thing felt like a small maze as we were led up a ramp to the top deck and greeted with a few open compartments. We had no idea what where we were supposed to go, but these overseers knew just by looking at the numbers on our bodies which one we belonged to as we were driven into the one straight ahead of us from the ramp.
After we were all in our compartment the overseers locked the door, and left us to our own devices as they loaded the other women into their respective compartments. I had expected it to be crowded in here, but there was a surprising amount of room for all 20 of us to get comfortable as me and the other slaves claimed our spots along the edges of the compartment and attempted to relax as much as we could after all the stress that place put us through. I was still a slave, and still didn’t want to be one, but it seemed like anything was better than sitting in a cage all day being reminded of what I was now.
As the truck pulled away from the loading dock I was finally able to fall asleep, and barely even noticed the cold air pouring in through the holes in the trailer’s aluminum frame or the truck’s stop at the men’s warehouse to pick up the rest of the load before we ended up leaving this place behind for good.
Chapter 5: Transport Day
At first, the day we were shipped out seemed like just another dreary day in the warehouse. We ate the same food, waited in the same line to use the toilet, and used the same shitty toothbrush and paste to we used everyday. I even waited by the door for the overseer that normally brought me to Mistress Robin’s office to wait for her arrival. Honestly, the only thing that put us off that day was us getting our shower a few days early. It wasn’t enough to set off alarm bells in our heads, but the break in the schedule should’ve warned us of something in retrospect.
Due to my position waiting by the door, I got to be the “lead” slave in the coffle for the first time ever and it fucking sucked. I was used to be pulled forward by the slave in front of me, but the overseer’s tugging ended up making the handcuffs dig into my wrists as we were rushed to the shower rooms by these men.
The routine in the shower room even felt normal too, until we dried off enough and they didn’t give us our fresh change of clothes we were supposed to get. This is where we started to get nervous. It didn’t take long for our suspicions to be confirmed however, as we were led in the opposite direction from what we knew as the way back to our pen. I had a knew my day was coming soon, but now I knew it was here.
During my first days working with Mistress Robins I had heard her complain about the Teamsters Union slowing the flow of slaves out of the warehouse to a crawl over some contract dispute. Then a few days before our transport day I got to listen to Mistress Robins talk on the phone excitedly about how happy she was to get product moving again. I doubt she even knew I was paying attention to her conversation while I was massaging her, but for some reason she told me before I left her office that she would “miss me” when I was gone. She probably said that to all the girls she used like me before they were shipped out.
To say our trip to shipping and receiving was stressful was an understatement. The twins were crying, Charlotte and Maria were barely holding it together, and the rest of us were too overwhelmed by our anxiety to even have a reaction yet. It was shitty living in the slave pens, but it was shittiness we were familiar with by this point. In contrast, we had no idea what it was going to be like where they were taking us. There were other coffles being driven there in similar states too, so at least we weren’t alone in this.
When we got to the sally port between shipping, and the warehouse, the sight of what looked like a hundred women, lined up ahead of us waiting to get in there floored me. I was used to seeing the thousand or so slaves in the women’s warehouse stationary or being moved a few dozen at a time, but this many moving bodies being shipped out all at once reminded me of how big Mercer actually was. I could also feel the cold blasting through the sally port every time they opened it to allow more coffles through. We hadn’t noticed it too much with all those people packed together in the warehouse, but it was only October and this fall was already a cold one. I doubt one of those shitty canvas dresses would’ve been much better, but being completely naked in that cold was definitely going to be a “fun” experience.
As the overseers working the entrance to shipping and receiving were liberally enforcing their “eyes to the floor” rule with their prods to keep us from seeing anything ahead of us, I didn’t notice Mistress Robins stop our coffle and approach me until it was too late to anticipate her approach. She put her hand around my shoulder and leaned in close to my ear and whispered,
“I’m gonna miss that lovely tongue of yours slave. Now remember what I said to you before and don’t fuck this up for yourself. Do you understand? Just open your mouth and nod so you don’t piss these shipping assholes off.”
I nodded my head and before I could think about why she told me to open my mouth she put a couple of small pills into my mouth and closed it with her hand, forcing me to instinctively swallow whatever she had just given me. She then whispered to me,
“It’s just some allergy medicine, but it should keep you asleep until you get to where you’re going.”
In that moment I wanted kiss her, no that wouldn’t have been enough gratitude. I wanted to go down on her and make her cum a dozen times in front of all these people like I was her personal whore to thank her for what she just gave me. To a free person it would’ve just been some allergy meds, but to me it was an escape from having to actually experience riding in a slave transport in a state that allowed me to feel things or be awake enough to notice how much it was going to suck.
When she was done with me our coffle got moving again, and I got a nice slap on the ass from Mistress Robins for what I hoped was good luck as she walked away. We got our chance to make our way through the sally port a minute or two later, and the shipping and receiving building left me almost as terrified as I felt during my intake into this place.
We were still handcuffed into our coffles, and yelled at to “keep our eyes on the ass in front of you”, but I could still steal a few glances at what was going on ahead of me. The line we were in snaked around a a couple lines of metal dividers, looking like the ones they used to block streets for a parade, with a few overseers going up and down the coffles making sure we weren’t “misbehaving” or taking our eyes off of the floor. I got caught trying to look once, and though the shock was more of an warning jolt, it convinced me that this was not the place to let my curiosity get me punished.
When our coffle finally made its way to the front of the line I finally understood what was going on. Halima was the first to get unlocked from our coffle and get scanned by the overseers. I could hear one of them barking some numbers out to what I assumed was a company slave who looked like he was marking something on her with a sharpie.
The twins were next, and they unsurprisingly weren’t separated as they were taken away. Then it was Charlotte’s turn. I got to see the slave marking Charlotte with some numbers right in front of me, and I could also steal a glance at him resting his hand on one of Charlotte’s breasts while he marked her stomach and grabbing her ass when he turned her around to mark her back. It honestly threw me off seeing another slave treat us like the overseers did, but in a fucked up way I also understood that this was probably this slave’s only contact with the opposite sex he really ever got. I doubt Charlotte saw it that way and I doubt that the overseers really cared what he was doing as long as the line kept moving and “product”, as Mistress Robins like to call us, went out.
When this slave was done marking her, another overseer lead her off to one of the gateways in the wall ahead of us. This was also the last time I saw Charlotte for the rest of my life, I hope she had a good owner like I ended up getting. She deserved that much for helping me and the others through all the stress and anxiety we went through here. I wanted to cry so much seeing the people who got me through this last month of hell get taken away from me, but I had to at least pretend to be strong for the unknowns waiting ahead of me.
It was now my turn and if it weren’t for the pills I was given taking away my energy, I would’ve been freaking out by now. The overseer was quick about unlocking me and scanning me but the slave marking me took his sweet time making sure his numbers were legible on my stomach, and on my back. Of course, he tried to feel me up like some of the the others while doing this, but he didn’t really try too much with me as I was too scrawny to have much to feel up anyway.
When the slave was done with me I could see that I had ‘A-7’ written on my stomach and with some random numbers and letters marked below that. I could match the A-7 to a gate on the wall, but the other numbers were gibberish to me. Then, like the others before me, I was led away to my gate and pushed though a security turnstile into a chain-link hallway packed with slaves.
Looking further at the inside of this chain-link corridor made me realize that this was more of a cattle chute, than a proper hallway to get somewhere. It was only wide enough for single file lines of slaves, and the dim lighting disoriented us all as we were driven forward by pressure from the rear and the occasional shock from the cattle prod to keep us moving forward.
The overseers patrolling along the other side of this of this collective anxiety attack weren’t completely heartless at least. Multiple times I heard the overseers trying to calm down this mass of people with assurances that all we had to do is close our eyes and keep moving forward and we’ll be on the truck in just a few more minutes. I don’t think these overseers realized that getting shipped out on those trucks was probably what was freaking us out the most, but the couple minutes lie honestly seemed to help a lot of us out. In reality, we spent 10 to 15 minutes at the most in there before making our way onto our assigned trucks.
By the time I had left the chute, the pills had sapped so much of my energy that the overseers thought I was going to pass out from a “panic attack” and get seriously hurt, so I got lucky and received a drink of water and a quick “break” before I was roughly shoved through another security turnstile into the holding cage on the loading dock that contained the slaves I was to be shipped out with.
To say that cage outside was cold would be an understatement. In the chute, we were so packed together that we were able to stay warm off of body heat alone. Out here on the loading dock, we were spread out enough in our holding cage where that wasn’t possible, even with the morning air supposedly getting warmer. Still the fresh air was nice compared to the smell of the other slaves in the warehouse, and I got to see sunlight and blue skies for the first time in a month. My view may have been polluted by the sight of another slave warehouse and our truck backing up to collect us, but I cried half asleep tears of joy at being able to see “outside” for the first time in what felt like a lifetime.
We didn’t have much time to enjoy the view however, as the truck had finally finished backing up and the overseers began getting us ready to be put in the trailer. I didn’t really know what I was looking at, but this thing did not look like it could fit all of us with 40 slaves put in ahead of us already. When it was our lot’s turn to be loaded, we were led out of the cage in a single file line into what I would later find out was just a converted cattle trailer.
They called them slave trailers now, but these double-decker trailers were originally invented to haul actual cattle instead of humans before the slavers took a liking to them. The inside of this thing felt like a small maze as we were led up a ramp to the top deck and greeted with a few open compartments. We had no idea what where we were supposed to go, but these overseers knew just by looking at the numbers on our bodies which one we belonged to as we were driven into the one straight ahead of us from the ramp.
After we were all in our compartment the overseers locked the door, and left us to our own devices as they loaded the other women into their respective compartments. I had expected it to be crowded in here, but there was a surprising amount of room for all 20 of us to get comfortable as me and the other slaves claimed our spots along the edges of the compartment and attempted to relax as much as we could after all the stress that place put us through. I was still a slave, and still didn’t want to be one, but it seemed like anything was better than sitting in a cage all day being reminded of what I was now.
As the truck pulled away from the loading dock I was finally able to fall asleep, and barely even noticed the cold air pouring in through the holes in the trailer’s aluminum frame or the truck’s stop at the men’s warehouse to pick up the rest of the load before we ended up leaving this place behind for good.