Fearful Future by Joe Doe / Part 14 by GreyRose
Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2026 1:22 am
Fearful Future by Joe Doe / Part 14 by GreyRose
This one was quick as I had it plotted out several chapters ago. Things should pick back up again in the next chapter.
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In the restaurant Arjun stiffened, seeing 0717 collapse on the block. Mitch gave his upper arm a light fist bump, “I doubt it’s anything more than stress and exhaustion. I’ve seen this happen a few times when a slave arrives and is sold too quickly for them to recover from the transport. You know how 0717 arrived, those boxcars are very taxing on the slaves, cheap but very draining. Usually we give them 2 or 3 days to recover. 0717 has barely had even one.”
Arjun forced himself to lean back and relax, watching as 0717’s limp form was already being carried off the block. With a sigh, Arjun said, “Well we’ll just have to arrange for a more relaxing mode of transport when she leaves.” With a chuckle and a shake of his head Arjun lets all of the tension flow out of him.
“How about we have a few more drinks and talk over the options…” Arjun fades out, seeing Mitch shake his head.
“Some of us have an early morning. Not everyone is on some kind of mystery mission!” Mitch chuckles. With a sheepish half grin, Arjun raises his glass with a last swallow of bourbon and downs it in one gulp.
“Let me get you a ride to your hotel, sleep late tomorrow. 0717 won’t be in shape to travel for at least a day, more like two, unless you want to ship her out with medical attendants. And something tells me that might give away whatever game it is you are playing.” Mitch says as he rises to his feet.
Seeing things had gone so well with 0717’s auction, he was feeling very magnanimous, Arjun left a 40% tip on their very expensive meal. And followed the slave monger out of the restaurant, laughing to himself. After all, it was Sarah Powers' expense account, not his money at all.
0717 ached in every part of her body, it was that feeling of a whole body bruise that dragged her into a semblance of consciousness. She tried looking around with her bleary eyes and found herself on what looked like an old army cot with a warm blanket over her. As she blinked her eyes trying to clear them, 0717 rose up until she was pulled to a stop.
Fumbling around with her hand she found a short leash was locked onto her collar and to the cot. She had enough room to roll onto her side but that was it. Feeling she had discovered enough for now, 0717 dropped her head back down. She had the feeling that there was something important she should remember, but that took energy she didn’t have. Her eyes closed and she was asleep again.
SOLD!
Sarah’s eyes snapped open, she had been sold! Sarah concentrated hard, they were her memories but everything on the block felt as if it happened to someone else. But the more she ran through the memories the more they became her own, or did she shift to the one who’s memories they were?.
With a blink of her eyes, 0717 stretched. She had been so tired, and she had been lying in one position, her whole body felt stiff and bruised. She squirmed and flexed as best she could, trying to get her blood flowing again.
Someone standing up caught her attention, it was the Vet, the one that saw her right after she arrived wherever this place is. The woman studied the awakened slave as she stepped closer. “0717 you are becoming a full time job!” leaning closer she pulls up the slave’s eyelids before checking her other vitals. 0717 was afraid to say anything, as she hadn’t really been asked a question.
Something about that felt… odd. 0717 had the feeling that she never used to be afraid of offending others. But a slave’s very existence is to serve. Her fear should be to not fail in obeying a Master’s orders. Those old feelings didn’t feel right, staying quiet and obeying whoever held her leash is what felt right.
Finished with the quick examination the Veterinarian stands back up, “I bet you need to piss about now, don’t you?” As soon as the woman mentioned it, Sarah became aware of the pressure, how uncomfortable it was. Unlinking the leash from the cot, the Vet, Emily drags 0717 to her feet. Then drags the slave over to the wall and snaps the short leash to an anchor point on the wall.
0717 had to bend over sharply because the leash is so short. The vet just walked away, leaving 0717 to figure it out on her own. Looking down she sees a bed pan sitting on the floor, with a sigh 0717 gives in to the inevitable. She squats over the bedpan and lets flow. The fact that the Vet is a few feet away and 0717 is not feeling at all self-conscious about it. She doesn’t even think that she might have felt differently, and not all that long ago..
0717 finished but remained crouching there until the Vet was finished and decided to move the slave back to the examination table. 0717’s legs cramped and ached from holding her crouched position. When her leash was unhooked from the wall, 0717 was just dragged along. Her cramped legs gave her an odd waddle for a few steps.
0717 is placed before a larger than normal bowl of slave kibble, and a bowl with a pitcher beside it. “0717 you are to eat all of the kibble and if you feel the need for more water than is in the bowl you have permission to add more. Both bowls will be completely empty or you will be punished.”
Even in her current foggy mind, 0171 understood. If she puts more water into the bowl she will need to drink all of it. She gives the only acceptable answer, “Yes, Mistress.”
0717 feels very hungry and thirsty, she eagerly starts in and she is surprised at how quickly she finishes the kibble and actually drinks two bowls of water. Having had her fill she immediately feels sleepy. The Vet leads her back to the cot table and reconnects the short leash again. The Vet turns off the lights and closes the door behind her. The door is barely closed before 0717 is asleep again.
The next time 0717 wakes, she finds she has been moved to one of those short halls. The niche she was put into is the bottom one on the far end. She sleepily rolls over, a feeling of floating disconnection fills her.
She blinks her eyes feeling pulled in two directions. On one hand she feels the uncomplicated 0717, obedient and filled with slave heat. On the other is the very complicated, fractious, intractable, passionless Sarah Powers. In her dreamlike disconnection, floating between the two, she fears and desires the one while she also desires and fears the other. Uncommitted and undecided, she drifts back to sleep.
The commotion of the slaves being roused for breakfast wakes Sarah. Being a slave there is very little involved in the morning. You follow orders. Very simple.
But now that she is awake Sarah feels thirsty, hungry and in need of relieving herself. Even the thought of squatting in front of a dozen watchers couldn’t stop her from taking care of business.
Sarah lines up with the other slave girls, but a slave monger pulls her out of the line and leads her in a different direction than her former ‘room mates’ go. It is only as they arrive back at the loading dock, that she places the slave monger. He is the same one that picked her up from the Vet’s office that first day. His name was Mitch, Master Mitch.
He takes her to a pair of men that are standing next to an oversized van with its rear doors open. They wear black cargo pants tucked into combat boots, combat belts that have the standard slave monger gear which includes a telescoping shock stick. The two men are wearing dark grey polo shirts with a logo over their left chest: SSA.
The older of the two looks up when Mitch draws close, “Mitch you old dog, it's about time you sent some work my way!” The two men share a fist bump.
“Kevin, you deal in high security small lot orders. You know very well that we deal in high volume here. Most of the time.” Mitch cracks a smile. “The buyer specifically asked for you, thanks to your high tech transport gear.”
Kevin smiles and nods, “I’ll have you know it works just as designed. We guarantee that a slave will arrive with no damage. They’re practically traveling first class!”
“If you say so Kev,” Mitch replies. “How about you give me the grand tour as you box up this slave?” He pulls 0717’s leash so that she stands in full view of the two men.
With a sharp whistle the younger man gives 0717 a hungry stare. “Rob, stop staring and open a frame.” Kevin says with a chuckle. The younger man, Rob, steps up to the van and pulls out something that looks like an oversized stretcher from a war film.
The two men take the stretcher from the rails that extended out the back of the van and set it down on the ground. Then they lift one side up, both the bottom and the part that lifted are heavy latex sheets. The two men turn back to Mitch, “Time to swap out the collars.”
“Collar!” the slave monger barks, and Sarah lifts her hair clear with one hand. Mitch unlocks the collar she has worn since she arrived, Kevin has a wide black metal collar that he snaps closed around her neck so fast Sarah never felt the change. But the new collar takes some getting used to as it is very tall, sloped and shaped to hold her head slightly angled forward and doesn't allow her to turn her head.
Kevin pulls up a tablet and takes a moment to sink this new collar to her SIN. As he goes over the settings of the collar Kevin explains, “This is a posture collar with all of the slave tracking and control functions that yours have along with some biometric sensors. When the slave is fully hooked up we can monitor its blood pressure, respiration, pulse and even tell if it’s thirsty or hungry.”
As he is describing the new collar to the in house slave monger, Kevin is leading 0717 over to the frame. Continuing to talk, she is laid down on the bottom sheet that flexes a bit under her. Then before she is fully on her back, her head is slipped through an opening on the top sheet, with her hair pulled through as well. She has to slide down as the top sheet is brought down and locked back in place. She is now laying flat on her back sandwiched between the two latex sheets.
0717 wasn’t listening to whatever Kevin was saying, but now trapped like this she tunes back in. “... we put the frame with its cargo back on the rails,” as he and Rob lift her up and slide her back into the van, “once the frame is slotted in fully it is automatically hooked up to the vacuum…”
0717 has been pushed back into place in the van, she can see another one of these things about 2 feet above her. She thinks there are 4 of these stacked with a narrow crawl space running the length of the van behind the passenger seat. At the same time that Kevin mentioned the vacuum, the whine of one by her head blocked all other sounds. She could feel the air being sucked out and the two sheets bonding together, trapping her between them. By the time the vacuum stopped, she couldn’t move a muscle.
“You notice how the sheet has snugged itself around the collar making a perfect seal. You see, the sheets flex a bit to absorb some road bumps, but the slave is more tightly bound than you can manage with chains and ropes in your facility.” Kevin was saying when she could hear again.
Sarah couldn’t see either of the men; they must still be standing behind the van. Rob had crept up beside her, and was plugging a cable into the collar and setting up a pair of tubes that she could reach, even from her pinned down position.
“Rob there is connecting the monitoring cable, and positioning food and water dispensers. We don’t use regular kibble, due to choking hazard. We use a thin paste instead, if needed the slave can get some water to wash down anything she needs to.”
Mitch asked, “What about rest breaks? How do you let the slave piss and shit?”
With a chuckle, Kevin replies, “That’s the best part of this design. If the slave can’t control itself until released, then it is all kept in the bed. The waste can’t escape until we take the slave out by opening the frame again. If the slave was bad we can hose it and the stretcher off pretty easily.”
“How often have you had to do that?” Mitch asked.
“Thankfully no slave, so far, has been that stupid. Once they understand they will be forced to wallow in their own waste until we let them out, they have all kept it inside.” Kevin says with pride.
After a pause, “Of course since we’re a short distance carrier we haven’t had to keep any of them locked in the stretcher for too long. Like for this run it will be 2 maybe 3 hours and we’ll have her at the port.” Kevin finishes, before closing the rear doors.
Sarah is shocked, ‘the port’? Did he say that they are taking me to a port? With ships and international travel? She struggles in the vacuum bed, the latex flexing and snapping back in place. Leaving her exactly where she started.
Rob having finished setting her up had already moved forward to the seats and from the sound of paper, he was flipping between pages. Maybe he was filling out a log?
Sarah doesn’t hear anything clearly, but she can hear the two men’s voices through the side of the van. They stop just before Kevin climbs into the driver's seat. As the van pulls out of the lot Kevin asks, “Rob plot our route to the port, the paperwork has the dock we need to deliver this slut to.”
Rob calls up the app, “Should I be looking for traffic jams?”
“No, it's Thursday, we don’t have to worry about weekend traffic. Just regular workday flow.” Kevin tells his coworker.
“So I just need to keep an eye out for road work and unexpected traffic issues then.” Rob replies.
The two start talking about mundane things, but Sarah has stopped listening. Thursday. He said today is Thursday. How could she have lost two days? Then the answer came to her, when she collapsed, she must have been out of it for more than a few hours, it must have been days!
Arjun, his time with her company ends on Friday, which means he will lose his access to SNATCH. If he hasn’t found her by then, there will be no chance at all.
Provided he was looking for her in the first place. He wouldn’t let her disappear like this, would he? She had treated him better than she had a lot of her interns, mostly because it kept him doing the work she gave him. No matter how degrading it was.
Sarah’s thoughts were disrupted by Dave, “Slut, keep your mouth shut and listen! That collar has a mic built into it and if you make noise, ANY noise, it will start with a level 4 disciplinary shock. It will get higher for each additional mistake you make. This trip will take as long as it takes and no whining from you will change anything.” The tone of voice he used with her was rough, and abrasive, almost as if he was wanting her to make the collar shock her.
He cut off after that and returned to his casual conversation with Rob.
Being immobile and having nothing but the sheet of black latex above her head to look at, Sarah drifted off into dreams of slaveheat.
Her eyes opened and she found herself crouched in a slave kennel, looking through the bars of the door, she saw her office. But all of the women there were slave naked, wearing only collars and cuffs. The ones at desks, they were leashed and were locked to the desks. The men looked more relaxed than she ever remembered them being in her presence.
One of the men from the advertising team stood up and grabbed one of the passing slaves by her long hair. He twisted the hand buried in her hair and she rose up on her toes, he ordered her to start playing with herself. With a desperately eager whimper, the slave he was dragging along dove hands into her crotch and immediately started playing with herself. He walked her that way to what had been a storage closet but through the open door 0717 could see a padded bench that was stained with sweat and other… things.
Sarah watched as the man threw the slave over the bench and the door closed behind them. Almost immediately the moans of the slave could be heard over a repeating slapping as he rammed into her at an increasing pace.
Then it struck her, Sarah was watching all of this through the eyes of 0717! She heard 0717 whimper with need and felt the slaves fingers plunge deep into her dripping pussy. 0717 quickly brought herself to orgasm, and Sarah faded so only the slave girl was there in the kennel.
The door to her kennel opened and she was ordered to crawl out, as she did 0717 could see the naked legs of a slave girl next to her. The slave's hand reached down and snapped a leash onto her collar. 0717 got excited, did someone want her? A slave existed to please others, and her heart raced as she was ordered to follow the slave on her hands and knees.
As they moved through the office, 0717 saw other slave girls thrown over desks, over couch arms, thrown down on slave mats, everywhere the men of the office were taking the slave girls. Some were two men on one slave, only one was three-on-one. That last one was her office manager Rachel. Sarah had put Rachel in that position because she was a total bitch and used her position of power over everyone. The three men were being rough with her, obviously taking back some of their own, as they hammered the former Rachel in all three openings.
The slave leading her, looked down, “I don’t know what the Master wants with a worthless slut like you. You’ve disappointed him the last three times he ordered you into his office.” 0717’s building elation was crushed by those words. A slave that can’t please a master is worthless. She whimpered in despair, she had to succeed this time! She had to prove that she wasn’t worthless!
She was dragged along by the leash and was taken into what had been Sarah Power’s office. But this time it was 24, no Master Arjun that was sitting behind the desk. He didn’t look up or in any way acknowledge the two slaves had entered into the room.
Silently the slave hooked her leash on the edge of her Master’s desk, and ordered 0717 into the Present position. Doing her very best, 0717 flowed into position: Kneeling with her knees flung wide, her fingers interlaced behind her head, under her hair. Her back was arched, tits thrust out, head up with her eyes down.
Her Master worked at the desk, typing on the computer and talking over the phone. To 0717 it took forever and yet was only seconds before he stopped and turned to her. She could feel his eyes on her, she quivered in fear, would he let her please him? Would he punish her for her failures?
Not saying a word, he snapped his fingers and gestured for her to approach. She knew that he wanted her to give him a slave kiss, like the other times he had her brought to his office. But this time she couldn’t fail him, this time she would give it everything he had to please him.
She crawled over to his chair, her leash still connected to the desk. He was positioned so that in order to get him deep into her throat, the collar would choke her. She was set up to fail, but she had to succeed!
0717 struggled against the collar holding her back, she gave it everything she could, but she could feel his displeasure. Her Master was displeased with her efforts, she just wasn’t good enough.
Her Master grabbed her hair and lifted her head up to look 0717 directly in the eye. “You are a totally worthless slave! I shouldn’t have bothered finding you after that auction. You have been a complete waste of the money I paid for you.”
With a snarl and a flick of his hand in her hair, he flung her to one side. Her body smashed through the glass pane of the office wall. Her leash somehow unlinked from the desk flapping behind her. The ground rushed up at her, 0717’s last thought was she was a complete failure as a slave.
Her eyes snapped open just before she slammed into the ground in her dream. Her body convulsing in her latex sheet prison. In complete confusion, her mind undecided if she was Sarah or 0717, her eyes frantically flicked back and forth trying to see something other than black latex or grey metal panels. As the rear wheels of the van thumped over the same speed bump that had woken her, it was brought home that she was in the slave transport van. It seemed they had arrived at the place that could be reached in just a few hours.
Knowing that didn’t help her as she never knew where the auction house had been. But sounds came in through the rolled down window, Kevin had opened to show his paperwork to a guard. The guard's voice was clear over the noise around the van, “That ship is on dock 14, turn left at that orange pilon and follow the signs from there. Since your load doesn’t need a crane, you’ll need to pull all the way to the end of the dock and use the gangway to get it loaded aboard.”
Sarah went into a complete panic as she threw herself against the latex sheets holding her captive, she could feel the sweat that had built up from her time trapped there. But the vacuum had pressed the sheets together so powerfully that had anyone been looking, all they would have seen was her hips shimmy in a very sexy way.
She struggled in a mindless fury for several moments before she collapsed exhausted. In the back of her mind she had tracked the van having made several turns, this way and that. The noise through the window that Kevin had left open shifted from trucks of various sizes, to men yelling “swing it that way”, or “Steady, steady, good, lower it now”, among other things that she couldn't’ clearly hear.
Rog called out, “There! That's the dock on the right.” Kevin just grunted in agreement. Sarah felt a wave of helplessness flow over her as the van made a right turn. She was being taken to a ship, she was about to be put on a ship. Ships went to foreign countries, places where slave contracts were for life. Her hopes that Master Arjun would rescue her were crushed.
The van parked and Rog was sent to locate a crewmember that they could turn their cargo over to. When Rog grumbled, Kevin said, “I’m the boss, I make the rules. The faster you find someone we can turn over our load to, the faster we can get some beers.” It was the beers that got Rog to move.
Sarah could hear Kevin listening to some videos, from what she heard the man had some weird tastes. She did not want to know what the video that sounded like strangled cats was about. When that was followed by one that had the baby shark song on loop, it just made her situation seem even more surreal.
Sarah was trying so hard not to think about what might happen at the end of a sea voyage, that 0717 slipped in and started fantasizing about giving both Kevin and Rog slave kisses. The knowledge that they were in total control of her body, that they could do anything with her just fired her slave heat.
0717 drifted off into more fantasies about pleasing a Master, in her mind that master was Arjun. The memory of his locking the collar on her, the moment she was enslaved brought her to a slave-gasm.
The slave girl was snapped out of her dreams of serving a master and slave-gasms, when the back doors of the van were flung open and light flooded around her. Just before her frame was pulled out the vacuum was turned off and air bled in between the sheets. 0717 was able to move her limbs for the first time in hours, aided by the sweat pooling around her.
When the frame was extending from the van, the cable connected to her collar pulled free. Once it was fully extended, two men lifted it off and lowered it to the ground. They stepped back and Rog raised the sheet, despite the vacuum being broken, it felt like tape being ripped off her entire body. Before it was fully raised her head was pushed back through the sheet, and Rog snapped a leash onto her collar.
With a tug on the leash 0717 was dragged out of the travel frame, the bottom sheet sticking to her even tighter than the top sheet had. She managed to keep her gasp silent, afraid of triggering the collar's punishment.
0717’s leash was held by Rog, next to him were two burly men, the ones that had lifted her frame down. Rog pushed her in their direction and she was spun about, her forearms pressed together so that her hands grabbed the other elbow. With a soft squeaking sound something cold was wrapped around her forearms and then again and again until her arms were wrapped from elbow to elbow. The wrap was then pulled around her belly and she saw it was some kind of clear pallet wrap only a few inches wide.
The two men quickly put several turns around her bound arms to keep them tight to her back, before they wrapped her tightly all the way down to her knees. One of the men took the leash from Rog and dragged her to the front of the van. Walking with her knees bound tightly together was very difficult. When they reached the front there were two men. Kevin was comparing the numbers on his paperwork with ones the man in a white uniform shirt was calling up on his tablet.
Satisfied that the files matched, the man in the uniform shirt used his tablet to scan 0717’s collar and confirm her SIN. “Looks good the Slave Identification Number matches the one on the bill of lading.” He continues to use the tablet, apparently to scan both of her shoulders, then with an annoyed look continues on until he finally gets a ping when the tablet is close to her left tit. His frown clears as the chip in her matches the SIN programmed into her collar.
With a nod he uncoils a short cable out and plugs it into the tablet, then he pulls out a silver slave collar. Looking at it, then checking his tablet he shakes his head and puts the collar back. After a bit more rummaging he pulls out a red collar, with a quick motion he plugs the cable from the tablet into it. He taps a few times on the tablet and waits for it to finish.
With a soft ping, he unplugs the collar and scans it with the tablet. With a nod he confirms her SIN has been programmed into the collar correctly. He hands the red collar to one of the men that had wrapped her up. Kevin unlocks the black collar and removes it. The fellow with the red slave collar fumbles for a minute as he works to get the collar under her hair. Getting it settled it locks with a clear ‘click’.
“We’re all good. You two take her aboard and put her in the Priority cargo hold. Make sure she shits and pisses before you put her into a kennel.” The man in the white uniform shirt, shakes hands with Keven.
0717 is thrown over the shoulder of the man that locked the collar on her, and he strides up the gangplank. Despite the discomfort of bouncing on his shoulder, 0717 is glad that she didn’t have to try and keep up with her thighs tightly wrapped together.
As 0717 was carried into the bowels of the ship, the two men spoke in French. It had been too long since Sarah had taken French in school, and besides it was the slave slut 0717 that was listening.
The clanging of hatches behind the trio would have sounded like the bells of Doom had Sarah been listening, but she wasn’t. It was the slave 0717, and she didn’t worry about being taken to another country, about laws changing contracts. She was a slave and her only reason for being is to pleasure Masters. To her the clanging of the hatches were echoes of the auction hammer, each one ringing her into her new life.
To be continued…
This one was quick as I had it plotted out several chapters ago. Things should pick back up again in the next chapter.
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In the restaurant Arjun stiffened, seeing 0717 collapse on the block. Mitch gave his upper arm a light fist bump, “I doubt it’s anything more than stress and exhaustion. I’ve seen this happen a few times when a slave arrives and is sold too quickly for them to recover from the transport. You know how 0717 arrived, those boxcars are very taxing on the slaves, cheap but very draining. Usually we give them 2 or 3 days to recover. 0717 has barely had even one.”
Arjun forced himself to lean back and relax, watching as 0717’s limp form was already being carried off the block. With a sigh, Arjun said, “Well we’ll just have to arrange for a more relaxing mode of transport when she leaves.” With a chuckle and a shake of his head Arjun lets all of the tension flow out of him.
“How about we have a few more drinks and talk over the options…” Arjun fades out, seeing Mitch shake his head.
“Some of us have an early morning. Not everyone is on some kind of mystery mission!” Mitch chuckles. With a sheepish half grin, Arjun raises his glass with a last swallow of bourbon and downs it in one gulp.
“Let me get you a ride to your hotel, sleep late tomorrow. 0717 won’t be in shape to travel for at least a day, more like two, unless you want to ship her out with medical attendants. And something tells me that might give away whatever game it is you are playing.” Mitch says as he rises to his feet.
Seeing things had gone so well with 0717’s auction, he was feeling very magnanimous, Arjun left a 40% tip on their very expensive meal. And followed the slave monger out of the restaurant, laughing to himself. After all, it was Sarah Powers' expense account, not his money at all.
0717 ached in every part of her body, it was that feeling of a whole body bruise that dragged her into a semblance of consciousness. She tried looking around with her bleary eyes and found herself on what looked like an old army cot with a warm blanket over her. As she blinked her eyes trying to clear them, 0717 rose up until she was pulled to a stop.
Fumbling around with her hand she found a short leash was locked onto her collar and to the cot. She had enough room to roll onto her side but that was it. Feeling she had discovered enough for now, 0717 dropped her head back down. She had the feeling that there was something important she should remember, but that took energy she didn’t have. Her eyes closed and she was asleep again.
SOLD!
Sarah’s eyes snapped open, she had been sold! Sarah concentrated hard, they were her memories but everything on the block felt as if it happened to someone else. But the more she ran through the memories the more they became her own, or did she shift to the one who’s memories they were?.
With a blink of her eyes, 0717 stretched. She had been so tired, and she had been lying in one position, her whole body felt stiff and bruised. She squirmed and flexed as best she could, trying to get her blood flowing again.
Someone standing up caught her attention, it was the Vet, the one that saw her right after she arrived wherever this place is. The woman studied the awakened slave as she stepped closer. “0717 you are becoming a full time job!” leaning closer she pulls up the slave’s eyelids before checking her other vitals. 0717 was afraid to say anything, as she hadn’t really been asked a question.
Something about that felt… odd. 0717 had the feeling that she never used to be afraid of offending others. But a slave’s very existence is to serve. Her fear should be to not fail in obeying a Master’s orders. Those old feelings didn’t feel right, staying quiet and obeying whoever held her leash is what felt right.
Finished with the quick examination the Veterinarian stands back up, “I bet you need to piss about now, don’t you?” As soon as the woman mentioned it, Sarah became aware of the pressure, how uncomfortable it was. Unlinking the leash from the cot, the Vet, Emily drags 0717 to her feet. Then drags the slave over to the wall and snaps the short leash to an anchor point on the wall.
0717 had to bend over sharply because the leash is so short. The vet just walked away, leaving 0717 to figure it out on her own. Looking down she sees a bed pan sitting on the floor, with a sigh 0717 gives in to the inevitable. She squats over the bedpan and lets flow. The fact that the Vet is a few feet away and 0717 is not feeling at all self-conscious about it. She doesn’t even think that she might have felt differently, and not all that long ago..
0717 finished but remained crouching there until the Vet was finished and decided to move the slave back to the examination table. 0717’s legs cramped and ached from holding her crouched position. When her leash was unhooked from the wall, 0717 was just dragged along. Her cramped legs gave her an odd waddle for a few steps.
0717 is placed before a larger than normal bowl of slave kibble, and a bowl with a pitcher beside it. “0717 you are to eat all of the kibble and if you feel the need for more water than is in the bowl you have permission to add more. Both bowls will be completely empty or you will be punished.”
Even in her current foggy mind, 0171 understood. If she puts more water into the bowl she will need to drink all of it. She gives the only acceptable answer, “Yes, Mistress.”
0717 feels very hungry and thirsty, she eagerly starts in and she is surprised at how quickly she finishes the kibble and actually drinks two bowls of water. Having had her fill she immediately feels sleepy. The Vet leads her back to the cot table and reconnects the short leash again. The Vet turns off the lights and closes the door behind her. The door is barely closed before 0717 is asleep again.
The next time 0717 wakes, she finds she has been moved to one of those short halls. The niche she was put into is the bottom one on the far end. She sleepily rolls over, a feeling of floating disconnection fills her.
She blinks her eyes feeling pulled in two directions. On one hand she feels the uncomplicated 0717, obedient and filled with slave heat. On the other is the very complicated, fractious, intractable, passionless Sarah Powers. In her dreamlike disconnection, floating between the two, she fears and desires the one while she also desires and fears the other. Uncommitted and undecided, she drifts back to sleep.
The commotion of the slaves being roused for breakfast wakes Sarah. Being a slave there is very little involved in the morning. You follow orders. Very simple.
But now that she is awake Sarah feels thirsty, hungry and in need of relieving herself. Even the thought of squatting in front of a dozen watchers couldn’t stop her from taking care of business.
Sarah lines up with the other slave girls, but a slave monger pulls her out of the line and leads her in a different direction than her former ‘room mates’ go. It is only as they arrive back at the loading dock, that she places the slave monger. He is the same one that picked her up from the Vet’s office that first day. His name was Mitch, Master Mitch.
He takes her to a pair of men that are standing next to an oversized van with its rear doors open. They wear black cargo pants tucked into combat boots, combat belts that have the standard slave monger gear which includes a telescoping shock stick. The two men are wearing dark grey polo shirts with a logo over their left chest: SSA.
The older of the two looks up when Mitch draws close, “Mitch you old dog, it's about time you sent some work my way!” The two men share a fist bump.
“Kevin, you deal in high security small lot orders. You know very well that we deal in high volume here. Most of the time.” Mitch cracks a smile. “The buyer specifically asked for you, thanks to your high tech transport gear.”
Kevin smiles and nods, “I’ll have you know it works just as designed. We guarantee that a slave will arrive with no damage. They’re practically traveling first class!”
“If you say so Kev,” Mitch replies. “How about you give me the grand tour as you box up this slave?” He pulls 0717’s leash so that she stands in full view of the two men.
With a sharp whistle the younger man gives 0717 a hungry stare. “Rob, stop staring and open a frame.” Kevin says with a chuckle. The younger man, Rob, steps up to the van and pulls out something that looks like an oversized stretcher from a war film.
The two men take the stretcher from the rails that extended out the back of the van and set it down on the ground. Then they lift one side up, both the bottom and the part that lifted are heavy latex sheets. The two men turn back to Mitch, “Time to swap out the collars.”
“Collar!” the slave monger barks, and Sarah lifts her hair clear with one hand. Mitch unlocks the collar she has worn since she arrived, Kevin has a wide black metal collar that he snaps closed around her neck so fast Sarah never felt the change. But the new collar takes some getting used to as it is very tall, sloped and shaped to hold her head slightly angled forward and doesn't allow her to turn her head.
Kevin pulls up a tablet and takes a moment to sink this new collar to her SIN. As he goes over the settings of the collar Kevin explains, “This is a posture collar with all of the slave tracking and control functions that yours have along with some biometric sensors. When the slave is fully hooked up we can monitor its blood pressure, respiration, pulse and even tell if it’s thirsty or hungry.”
As he is describing the new collar to the in house slave monger, Kevin is leading 0717 over to the frame. Continuing to talk, she is laid down on the bottom sheet that flexes a bit under her. Then before she is fully on her back, her head is slipped through an opening on the top sheet, with her hair pulled through as well. She has to slide down as the top sheet is brought down and locked back in place. She is now laying flat on her back sandwiched between the two latex sheets.
0717 wasn’t listening to whatever Kevin was saying, but now trapped like this she tunes back in. “... we put the frame with its cargo back on the rails,” as he and Rob lift her up and slide her back into the van, “once the frame is slotted in fully it is automatically hooked up to the vacuum…”
0717 has been pushed back into place in the van, she can see another one of these things about 2 feet above her. She thinks there are 4 of these stacked with a narrow crawl space running the length of the van behind the passenger seat. At the same time that Kevin mentioned the vacuum, the whine of one by her head blocked all other sounds. She could feel the air being sucked out and the two sheets bonding together, trapping her between them. By the time the vacuum stopped, she couldn’t move a muscle.
“You notice how the sheet has snugged itself around the collar making a perfect seal. You see, the sheets flex a bit to absorb some road bumps, but the slave is more tightly bound than you can manage with chains and ropes in your facility.” Kevin was saying when she could hear again.
Sarah couldn’t see either of the men; they must still be standing behind the van. Rob had crept up beside her, and was plugging a cable into the collar and setting up a pair of tubes that she could reach, even from her pinned down position.
“Rob there is connecting the monitoring cable, and positioning food and water dispensers. We don’t use regular kibble, due to choking hazard. We use a thin paste instead, if needed the slave can get some water to wash down anything she needs to.”
Mitch asked, “What about rest breaks? How do you let the slave piss and shit?”
With a chuckle, Kevin replies, “That’s the best part of this design. If the slave can’t control itself until released, then it is all kept in the bed. The waste can’t escape until we take the slave out by opening the frame again. If the slave was bad we can hose it and the stretcher off pretty easily.”
“How often have you had to do that?” Mitch asked.
“Thankfully no slave, so far, has been that stupid. Once they understand they will be forced to wallow in their own waste until we let them out, they have all kept it inside.” Kevin says with pride.
After a pause, “Of course since we’re a short distance carrier we haven’t had to keep any of them locked in the stretcher for too long. Like for this run it will be 2 maybe 3 hours and we’ll have her at the port.” Kevin finishes, before closing the rear doors.
Sarah is shocked, ‘the port’? Did he say that they are taking me to a port? With ships and international travel? She struggles in the vacuum bed, the latex flexing and snapping back in place. Leaving her exactly where she started.
Rob having finished setting her up had already moved forward to the seats and from the sound of paper, he was flipping between pages. Maybe he was filling out a log?
Sarah doesn’t hear anything clearly, but she can hear the two men’s voices through the side of the van. They stop just before Kevin climbs into the driver's seat. As the van pulls out of the lot Kevin asks, “Rob plot our route to the port, the paperwork has the dock we need to deliver this slut to.”
Rob calls up the app, “Should I be looking for traffic jams?”
“No, it's Thursday, we don’t have to worry about weekend traffic. Just regular workday flow.” Kevin tells his coworker.
“So I just need to keep an eye out for road work and unexpected traffic issues then.” Rob replies.
The two start talking about mundane things, but Sarah has stopped listening. Thursday. He said today is Thursday. How could she have lost two days? Then the answer came to her, when she collapsed, she must have been out of it for more than a few hours, it must have been days!
Arjun, his time with her company ends on Friday, which means he will lose his access to SNATCH. If he hasn’t found her by then, there will be no chance at all.
Provided he was looking for her in the first place. He wouldn’t let her disappear like this, would he? She had treated him better than she had a lot of her interns, mostly because it kept him doing the work she gave him. No matter how degrading it was.
Sarah’s thoughts were disrupted by Dave, “Slut, keep your mouth shut and listen! That collar has a mic built into it and if you make noise, ANY noise, it will start with a level 4 disciplinary shock. It will get higher for each additional mistake you make. This trip will take as long as it takes and no whining from you will change anything.” The tone of voice he used with her was rough, and abrasive, almost as if he was wanting her to make the collar shock her.
He cut off after that and returned to his casual conversation with Rob.
Being immobile and having nothing but the sheet of black latex above her head to look at, Sarah drifted off into dreams of slaveheat.
Her eyes opened and she found herself crouched in a slave kennel, looking through the bars of the door, she saw her office. But all of the women there were slave naked, wearing only collars and cuffs. The ones at desks, they were leashed and were locked to the desks. The men looked more relaxed than she ever remembered them being in her presence.
One of the men from the advertising team stood up and grabbed one of the passing slaves by her long hair. He twisted the hand buried in her hair and she rose up on her toes, he ordered her to start playing with herself. With a desperately eager whimper, the slave he was dragging along dove hands into her crotch and immediately started playing with herself. He walked her that way to what had been a storage closet but through the open door 0717 could see a padded bench that was stained with sweat and other… things.
Sarah watched as the man threw the slave over the bench and the door closed behind them. Almost immediately the moans of the slave could be heard over a repeating slapping as he rammed into her at an increasing pace.
Then it struck her, Sarah was watching all of this through the eyes of 0717! She heard 0717 whimper with need and felt the slaves fingers plunge deep into her dripping pussy. 0717 quickly brought herself to orgasm, and Sarah faded so only the slave girl was there in the kennel.
The door to her kennel opened and she was ordered to crawl out, as she did 0717 could see the naked legs of a slave girl next to her. The slave's hand reached down and snapped a leash onto her collar. 0717 got excited, did someone want her? A slave existed to please others, and her heart raced as she was ordered to follow the slave on her hands and knees.
As they moved through the office, 0717 saw other slave girls thrown over desks, over couch arms, thrown down on slave mats, everywhere the men of the office were taking the slave girls. Some were two men on one slave, only one was three-on-one. That last one was her office manager Rachel. Sarah had put Rachel in that position because she was a total bitch and used her position of power over everyone. The three men were being rough with her, obviously taking back some of their own, as they hammered the former Rachel in all three openings.
The slave leading her, looked down, “I don’t know what the Master wants with a worthless slut like you. You’ve disappointed him the last three times he ordered you into his office.” 0717’s building elation was crushed by those words. A slave that can’t please a master is worthless. She whimpered in despair, she had to succeed this time! She had to prove that she wasn’t worthless!
She was dragged along by the leash and was taken into what had been Sarah Power’s office. But this time it was 24, no Master Arjun that was sitting behind the desk. He didn’t look up or in any way acknowledge the two slaves had entered into the room.
Silently the slave hooked her leash on the edge of her Master’s desk, and ordered 0717 into the Present position. Doing her very best, 0717 flowed into position: Kneeling with her knees flung wide, her fingers interlaced behind her head, under her hair. Her back was arched, tits thrust out, head up with her eyes down.
Her Master worked at the desk, typing on the computer and talking over the phone. To 0717 it took forever and yet was only seconds before he stopped and turned to her. She could feel his eyes on her, she quivered in fear, would he let her please him? Would he punish her for her failures?
Not saying a word, he snapped his fingers and gestured for her to approach. She knew that he wanted her to give him a slave kiss, like the other times he had her brought to his office. But this time she couldn’t fail him, this time she would give it everything he had to please him.
She crawled over to his chair, her leash still connected to the desk. He was positioned so that in order to get him deep into her throat, the collar would choke her. She was set up to fail, but she had to succeed!
0717 struggled against the collar holding her back, she gave it everything she could, but she could feel his displeasure. Her Master was displeased with her efforts, she just wasn’t good enough.
Her Master grabbed her hair and lifted her head up to look 0717 directly in the eye. “You are a totally worthless slave! I shouldn’t have bothered finding you after that auction. You have been a complete waste of the money I paid for you.”
With a snarl and a flick of his hand in her hair, he flung her to one side. Her body smashed through the glass pane of the office wall. Her leash somehow unlinked from the desk flapping behind her. The ground rushed up at her, 0717’s last thought was she was a complete failure as a slave.
Her eyes snapped open just before she slammed into the ground in her dream. Her body convulsing in her latex sheet prison. In complete confusion, her mind undecided if she was Sarah or 0717, her eyes frantically flicked back and forth trying to see something other than black latex or grey metal panels. As the rear wheels of the van thumped over the same speed bump that had woken her, it was brought home that she was in the slave transport van. It seemed they had arrived at the place that could be reached in just a few hours.
Knowing that didn’t help her as she never knew where the auction house had been. But sounds came in through the rolled down window, Kevin had opened to show his paperwork to a guard. The guard's voice was clear over the noise around the van, “That ship is on dock 14, turn left at that orange pilon and follow the signs from there. Since your load doesn’t need a crane, you’ll need to pull all the way to the end of the dock and use the gangway to get it loaded aboard.”
Sarah went into a complete panic as she threw herself against the latex sheets holding her captive, she could feel the sweat that had built up from her time trapped there. But the vacuum had pressed the sheets together so powerfully that had anyone been looking, all they would have seen was her hips shimmy in a very sexy way.
She struggled in a mindless fury for several moments before she collapsed exhausted. In the back of her mind she had tracked the van having made several turns, this way and that. The noise through the window that Kevin had left open shifted from trucks of various sizes, to men yelling “swing it that way”, or “Steady, steady, good, lower it now”, among other things that she couldn't’ clearly hear.
Rog called out, “There! That's the dock on the right.” Kevin just grunted in agreement. Sarah felt a wave of helplessness flow over her as the van made a right turn. She was being taken to a ship, she was about to be put on a ship. Ships went to foreign countries, places where slave contracts were for life. Her hopes that Master Arjun would rescue her were crushed.
The van parked and Rog was sent to locate a crewmember that they could turn their cargo over to. When Rog grumbled, Kevin said, “I’m the boss, I make the rules. The faster you find someone we can turn over our load to, the faster we can get some beers.” It was the beers that got Rog to move.
Sarah could hear Kevin listening to some videos, from what she heard the man had some weird tastes. She did not want to know what the video that sounded like strangled cats was about. When that was followed by one that had the baby shark song on loop, it just made her situation seem even more surreal.
Sarah was trying so hard not to think about what might happen at the end of a sea voyage, that 0717 slipped in and started fantasizing about giving both Kevin and Rog slave kisses. The knowledge that they were in total control of her body, that they could do anything with her just fired her slave heat.
0717 drifted off into more fantasies about pleasing a Master, in her mind that master was Arjun. The memory of his locking the collar on her, the moment she was enslaved brought her to a slave-gasm.
The slave girl was snapped out of her dreams of serving a master and slave-gasms, when the back doors of the van were flung open and light flooded around her. Just before her frame was pulled out the vacuum was turned off and air bled in between the sheets. 0717 was able to move her limbs for the first time in hours, aided by the sweat pooling around her.
When the frame was extending from the van, the cable connected to her collar pulled free. Once it was fully extended, two men lifted it off and lowered it to the ground. They stepped back and Rog raised the sheet, despite the vacuum being broken, it felt like tape being ripped off her entire body. Before it was fully raised her head was pushed back through the sheet, and Rog snapped a leash onto her collar.
With a tug on the leash 0717 was dragged out of the travel frame, the bottom sheet sticking to her even tighter than the top sheet had. She managed to keep her gasp silent, afraid of triggering the collar's punishment.
0717’s leash was held by Rog, next to him were two burly men, the ones that had lifted her frame down. Rog pushed her in their direction and she was spun about, her forearms pressed together so that her hands grabbed the other elbow. With a soft squeaking sound something cold was wrapped around her forearms and then again and again until her arms were wrapped from elbow to elbow. The wrap was then pulled around her belly and she saw it was some kind of clear pallet wrap only a few inches wide.
The two men quickly put several turns around her bound arms to keep them tight to her back, before they wrapped her tightly all the way down to her knees. One of the men took the leash from Rog and dragged her to the front of the van. Walking with her knees bound tightly together was very difficult. When they reached the front there were two men. Kevin was comparing the numbers on his paperwork with ones the man in a white uniform shirt was calling up on his tablet.
Satisfied that the files matched, the man in the uniform shirt used his tablet to scan 0717’s collar and confirm her SIN. “Looks good the Slave Identification Number matches the one on the bill of lading.” He continues to use the tablet, apparently to scan both of her shoulders, then with an annoyed look continues on until he finally gets a ping when the tablet is close to her left tit. His frown clears as the chip in her matches the SIN programmed into her collar.
With a nod he uncoils a short cable out and plugs it into the tablet, then he pulls out a silver slave collar. Looking at it, then checking his tablet he shakes his head and puts the collar back. After a bit more rummaging he pulls out a red collar, with a quick motion he plugs the cable from the tablet into it. He taps a few times on the tablet and waits for it to finish.
With a soft ping, he unplugs the collar and scans it with the tablet. With a nod he confirms her SIN has been programmed into the collar correctly. He hands the red collar to one of the men that had wrapped her up. Kevin unlocks the black collar and removes it. The fellow with the red slave collar fumbles for a minute as he works to get the collar under her hair. Getting it settled it locks with a clear ‘click’.
“We’re all good. You two take her aboard and put her in the Priority cargo hold. Make sure she shits and pisses before you put her into a kennel.” The man in the white uniform shirt, shakes hands with Keven.
0717 is thrown over the shoulder of the man that locked the collar on her, and he strides up the gangplank. Despite the discomfort of bouncing on his shoulder, 0717 is glad that she didn’t have to try and keep up with her thighs tightly wrapped together.
As 0717 was carried into the bowels of the ship, the two men spoke in French. It had been too long since Sarah had taken French in school, and besides it was the slave slut 0717 that was listening.
The clanging of hatches behind the trio would have sounded like the bells of Doom had Sarah been listening, but she wasn’t. It was the slave 0717, and she didn’t worry about being taken to another country, about laws changing contracts. She was a slave and her only reason for being is to pleasure Masters. To her the clanging of the hatches were echoes of the auction hammer, each one ringing her into her new life.
To be continued…