A Slave's Tale

by straypup

email straypup40@hotmail.com

[ WARNING: This document may contain explicit sex or sexual themes involving bondage, sadism/masochism, nonconsensual activities, and other content that you might find objectionable. If you are easily offended or underage, do not continue reading.]

Part 1

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As our ship mysteriously sank, two doors opened on the deck leading down into the cargo ship. Two of the Tremov’s crewmen stood at each door and a loud speaker announced that we were to form into two single file lines, one at each door, in order to receive our room assignments. I ended up near the head of one line, with Kimi in front of me.

The line moved very slowly, as the crewman allowed one person at a time down the stairs and then paused for about a minute before allowing the next down. When my turn came, I walked nervously down the metal staircase. At the bottom, a thick steel door opened. Almost before I knew it, two pairs of hands roughly seized me on either side and yanked me through the door. With a muted clang, I head the portal close swiftly behind me.

Startled – and frightened – I looked around me at the dimly lighted room. Two large men were holding me now at either side. Across from me was a woman in a business suit, seated behind a low table. On her right stood another woman in seaman uniform, holding what looked to be an electric stun gun of some kind. To my right, I could see Kimi. She was wearing nothing but her underwear and was wearing some sort of packet around her neck. She was busy being led my two more men into another room.

The sight of Kimi, half naked and with a stunning body that had somehow evaded my notice before, was enough to make me forget my own position for a fraction of a second. I was roughly reminded as I was shoved up in front of the desk. Before I could say anything – and there was plenty I had to say! – the suited woman affixed with a level stare. "You are not to speak," she said in a clipped, authoritative voice. "You are now property of the Lander Trading Group. Cooperate, and you will be treated as the valuable property that you are. Disobey us, and you will be treated quite differently." The last part was said in an arch tone and accompanied by a slight raise of one eyebrow. Somehow despite the circumstances, the woman’s tone made me glance down self consciously and a little ashamedly at my feet.

Sensing, perhaps, that I was suitably cowed and too frightened to offer any resistance, I was released by the men on either side, although they both kept hands on my shoulders. "Your wallet, national identification, and passport if you have it," the woman said. Shaking a little, I reached into my pockets and produced my wallet, opening it before placing it on the table to show my driver’s license inside. The woman lifted my wallet, glanced at my picture and compared it to the face in front of her. She then referred to a sheet of paper in front of her, checked off what looked to be my name on a list she had, and placed my wallet in a small pouch she took from a large pox at her side. Flipping through a binder, she removed a small packet of papers with my name on them and inserted those also in the pouch, which I could see had my name and a number written on the front . Wordlessly, she handed me the bag and had a loop of metal cord attached to it, and ordered me to put it around my neck.

As soon as I had done so, the two guards pushed me to the other side of the room, where I had seen Kimi. "Strip down to your underwear, and leave the pouch on," the woman ordered sternly. "And be quick about it." I stared at her blankly in shock, and fear. At that point one of the guards stepped in front of me, and I noticed his hand clench into a fist and draw back as he gave me a dangerous, if somewhat bored look. Gulping, I quickly removed my shoes, shirt and pants, and finally my socks after being told to. Standing there in only my briefs, I noticed that the suited woman was smiling at me appreciatively. "You’ll make someone very happy," she murmured. I felt I should be flattered – and I knew I had a nice body – but I didn’t understand what exactly she meant, and there was something about her look that made me feel ashamed for some reason.

At that moment, the door I had come through opened, and two more crewmen appeared out of a corner to grab the student who stumbled through. Disregarding me, the woman swiveled to process the next captive. As she did so, I was guided out the other door by my own attendants. I was taken down a long steel corridor and eventually through a side passage and then through another metal door. The room we entered was fairly small, maybe forty feet by twenty feet, and the whole space except for an aisle running down the middle was occupied by two banks of metal cages, stacked four-high to the ceiling. Several of the cages were empty, but most were filled with the near-naked bodies of other passengers.

I was so shocked at the sight that I hardly offered any resistance at all as the guards guided me up a small moving staircase and into one of the 3^rd level cages. As I knelt on all fours, half in and half out of the enclosure, the pouch around my neck was pulled off and placed in a small bin above the cage. Just then, a sharp slap on my rear sent me scurrying instinctively to the back of the cage, and the door clicked shut behind me. Craning my neck behind me, I could see one of the guards writing something above my cage with a dry-erase marker, and the other was entering something into a small hand held device. After a minute, the device whirred and printed out a small sticker with a bar code, that was also placed above me. With that, the guards left.

The floor of my cage had some sort of thin padding over it, which made it slightly more comfortable than bare wood, and it was covered with a thin layer of sawdust-like shavings. It was just big enough to turn around in with some effort, and just tall enough that I could crouch in a very uncomfortably bent manner. The cage door consisted only of fairly widely spaced steel bars, fairly thin but still unbreakable. Were my hands a little smaller, I’m sure I could have stuck an arm out through the cracks, but looking around, I could see no way to unlock the cage from either side. At the bottom of the door was a slot, and a small guard at the very bottom that prevented the shavings from falling out. The ceiling was metal, and I could hear the boy above me moving around. The walls had the same iron bars and the door, but were interlaced with thick metal chicken wire.

Glancing to either side, I was surprised to find Kimi in the cage at my left, her lithe body curled slightly as she lay on the floor of her cage, her eyes a little wet from crying and her face and skin speckled with bits of the white shavings. The look she directed at me was definitely frightened, but it was clear she was making an effort to collect herself and she smiled weakly, if sadly, at me. If I hadn’t been in love with her before, I certainly was at that moment, seeing her lie there so vulnerably, yet still trying to make me feel better.

"Kimi," I began, when all of a sudden I felt of shocking, painful jolt from behind me. Stung, I turned my head and saw on the back wall of my cage two metal prongs, still twitching with electricity. Looking back at Kimi, I saw her give me a distressed look, and then she held her finger to her lips, indicating that I should remain silent. Understanding, I paused to control the mixture of anger and fear that I felt building inside of me. I pressed my fingers up against the mesh wire on her side of the cage, and as she did the same I could just barely feel the skin of her fingertips as we gazed at each other/

We lay like that for perhaps a minute, as another passenger was led in by two guards and caged with the rest of us. As I turned back to look at Kimi, I could help but cast my gaze further down, past her face to the lacy, purple (!) bra covering her light brown breasts. Even where we were, like an animal I could not control the sexual attraction I was now feeling for her. Whether or not she noticed any movement under my briefs, Kimi did notice the direction my looks were headed. Her eyes suddenly welled up with tears, and blushing, she jerked her hands away from mine. Crying softly, she spun around and faced the other direction, arms folded across her chest.

Tremendously ashamed and guiltily, I pulled away as well when it was clear she was not going to look at me and see my apologetic looks. Feeling more frightened, and alone, than I had before, I slowly crawled to the back of the cage to investigate the prongs there. At the rear, aside from the two metal prongs, which seemed to be built into the wall, I found a small hole leading to a chute – which I assumed with a sick feeling was for bathroom needs, and near the top of the cage a large black latex teat, like the nipple on the end of a baby bottle. With disgust, I realized that this was supposed to be my source of water.

Over the next 20 minutes, our room filled up with captives, and as far as I could tell nearly everyone on our ship had been placed in this one room, although I thought perhaps there might be others in another enclosure. Shortly after all the cages in our room were filled, I could feel the ship quiver and begin to move. Looking around, I observed a pair of surveillance cameras observing both banks of cages, and noticed that above every cage was a small bin containing everyone’s identification pouch and also a placard with their number written on it.

Kimi never looked back at me, and after an hour or so of movement, she and some of the other prisoners, perhaps in an attempt to deny the whole experience, had apparently fallen into uncomfortable sleep. The whole room was utterly silent except for the hum of the ship’s engine and the very soft whimpering of some of the other captives. Feeling more scared and helpless that I ever had before, I curled up as well and did my best to get some sleep.

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