Slaves Don't Need Visas Ch. 04-06 (deprecated)

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4. Last Checks

“Miss Maurer?” she heard a voice call her.

Melissa was sitting in a cell. It was a small three by two meter barred holding cell with a hinged wooden board hanging from two chains fastened to the wall serving as a bench and a toilet at the far side of the wall.

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After concluding the formalities with the legal officer, Melissa had expected to be released to her boyfriend Arbek so they could move on and leave this all behind them.

Yes, she would have to be naked in public at first because her collar unmistakably identified her as a slave. The thought of this devastated Melissa. But Arbek would have the collar replaced with his own, so the police would remove her current collar. Then, once they were alone, Arbek would remove his collar from her, and she could wear clothes and present normally again and forget these embarrassing events had ever happened. She would tell him that it was urgent. That she wanted this damn collar off as soon as possible, so she would not have to be nude in public. Arbek would probably find a collar and get it over with the same day.

But the supervisor had not given her to Arbek. Instead, he had deposited her into this holding cell as she was: Naked and collared. She had asked him what would happen next. The supervisor had replied that she would have to wait and there would be some checks before she could be released. As they walked, the supervisor had held her upper arm with his left hand and he’d been holding the baton in his right hand, absentmindedly tapping his leg with the baton. Melissa, naked as she was, had felt vulnerable. Her soft white skin was fully exposed, and any touch from the sparks of the device would sting painfully. Her hands were cuffed behind her, so she would not even be able to use her hands to protect herself. She did not want to risk him using his taser on her again so she did not probe any further. It would be best not to engage with this brute, she thought.

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Melissa turned her head and saw the guard. “Yes,” she said and stood up.

The guard frowned. “That is ‘Yes, Sir’ for you, young lady,” he admonished her. “As a slave you are to address all free people with ‘Sir’ or Ma’am’.”

“Yes, Sir,” she quietly said.

The guard held out what looked like a bundle of chains. “Hold out your hands,” he ordered her.

The bars of her cell had a chaining port. A gap in the bars at waist height and another at ankle height. Both gaps were connected through a vertical gap in the bars.

Melissa put her hands through the gap at waist height. The guard locked a pair of handcuffs around them. Then he let the rest of the chains fall, and Melissa saw that the handcuffs were connected to a chain that had a pair of leg cuffs at its other end.

“Step closer to the bars,” the guard said. Melissa moved her feet closer to the gap and dropped her hands so the leg irons were low enough that the guard could secure them to her ankles. When he was done he unlocked the cell. “Step out of the cell,” he ordered her.

Melissa carefully moved out of the cell. The leg cuffs only allowed her to make short half steps. She tried lifting her hands. The center chain went taut right away. When she pulled a bit more the cuffs around her ankle slipped upwards a bit and she was barely able to bring her hands up to her navel.

“Damn, these are tight,” Melissa thought as the guard walked her down the corridors. “But at least I’m finally getting out.” She felt a sting of embarrassment at the thought that this is how she would be handed to Arbek: Naked, collared and tightly chained up. She wondered if Arbek would enjoy seeing her like this. She doubted that he would admit it but she suspected he would be aroused to see her like this.

Officers walked back and forth. As if her nudity wasn’t bad enough, she felt humiliated for being walked in chains. Did they really think she would run? Naked as she was? She walked past four people in plain clothes who were sitting in chairs in front of an office, waiting. They looked at her with curiosity as she approached. A middle-aged man among them smiled at her. Melissa stared at the floor in front of her and walked, wishing this would all be over.

She couldn’t wait to get out of here. The supervisor had mentioned some final checks would be needed to be done on her. Then she would be released to Arbek. The thought of Arbek made her furious. This was not how his plan was meant to play out! He had made this sound so simple. She would scold him for this alright. She was making mental notes about every detail of her treatment, and she would tell him all about it to make him feel guilty for what he had put her through. Then, she would order him to take the steps to get her collar off so she could have a normal life again. He would procrastinate as usual but she would tell him “right now!” and he would feel guilty and hurry up.

They arrived at a staircase and Melissa sighed. This would be difficult.

With her movements restricted, Melissa cautiously tackled each step. The chain linking her ankles was just long enough to let her move from one step to the next, but it was a precarious balance, and the handrail was out of reach due to her handcuffed hands tethered by a central chain. She was thankful for the guard's grip on her upper arm, providing some stability.

Melissa looked down the stairs and saw a black woman ascending. She was elegantly dressed, a folder tucked under her arm. The woman looked up and when their eyes met the woman gave her a nod and a friendly smile. Melissa, not sure how to react, nodded and smiled back awkwardly.

Proceeding with her descent, Melissa misjudged the placement of her back foot. As she lifted her front foot for the next step, the ankle chain suddenly tensed, causing her to trip. "Aah!" she cried out, her instinct to brace herself thwarted by the central chain making her handcuffs painfully dig into her wrists. Fortunately, the guard's hold prevented her from falling, helping her regain her footing.

When they arrived on the ground floor Melissa felt the smooth cool marble under her bare feet. Her ankle chains clanged on the marble floor as the guard walked her toward what appeared to be an exit.

A man was standing near the exit. Next to him was a cage on a dolly. Melissa felt queasy as she approached.

“This is the slave?” the man sounded surprised.

“Yes,” her guard replied. “Miss Melissa Maurer. Ready to be picked up.”

The man opened the door of the cage. “Get in please, Miss.”

No, this was not right. They were supposed to release her after some formalities. Melissa turned to her guard, her voice tinged with anger, “This is not right. I was supposed to be picked up by my boyfriend!” Her chained hands clenched into fists, pulling her chains tight.

"Arrgh!" she exclaimed as the guard swiftly used his baton to deliver a shock to her upper right leg. She doubled over, the pain forcing her into a crouch, her muscles seizing.

As she fought to keep from collapsing, the guard withdrew the taser. The guard corrected her: "I was supposed to be picked up by my boyfriend, Sir," emphasizing the 'Sir' at the end. “And mind your tone, Miss Maurer,” the guard's expression was calm with no hint of any anger.

Melissa breathed heavily and felt her heart pound. Shaking as she stood up straight, Melissa winced from the pain in her wrists, likely from an involuntary jerk during the shock.

"I'm sorry, Sir," she whispered, still out of breath. "I meant there is a mix-up, Sir… I was told… Mr Gurtan would collect me… after some formalities." She looked at his chest, afraid to provoke him by making eye contact, still breathing quickly, then quickly added another "Sir."

The guard produced an envelope from his jacket. He examined the document it contained, then grabbed the D-ring on Melissa's collar. He pulled it towards him and adjusted it upward and sideways, positioning it so he could easily read the collar's inscription without stooping.

Melissa was yanked closer. She felt the collar press sharply into her neck, forcing her to rise onto her tiptoes and to tilt her head back to lessen the strain. She twisted her head to align with the direction of the guard’s pull on the D-ring. Her hands instinctively rose, but the cuffs tethered to the central chain halted them abruptly, causing her pain. As she shifted, Melissa couldn’t help but yelp "ouch" several times.

Melissa struggled to maintain her balance on her tiptoes to prevent the collar from causing further pain. She was furious about the guard’s rough treatment of her but the taser had served its purpose, and she decided she would not give him an excuse to use it on her again.

“Is there a problem?” the man next to the cage asked.

The guard checked the number on Melissa's collar against the one on the form. "No, this is all in order," he confirmed.

He released the tension on Melissa's collar, allowing her to lower herself back onto her heels.

"Step inside the cage, Miss Maurer," the guard commanded.

Melissa's eyes searched the guard's and the man's faces with a silent plea. The man, holding the cage door ajar, gave her an encouraging smile. The cage resembled an oversized kennel for dogs. Fearing another encounter with the guard’s taser-baton, Melissa approached the cage, convinced that all of this was a big mistake. But she could not do anything with this trigger happy brute around. She crouched down, navigating her entry into the cage with caution due to the limited slack in her chains, careful to avoid the discomfort of the cuffs biting into her skin. After some effort, she managed to get into the cage standing on her hands and knees. The cage was a bit larger than her body in this posture but not by much.

The guard proceeded to close the cage's door, which comprised the whole front panel of the cage, and secured it with a sturdy padlock. He put the key into the envelope and handed the paperwork to the man and left.

Melissa carefully sat down on the back on her feet and tried to straighten up but her head hit the bars at the top of the cage. So she shuffled around a bit until she sat cross legged on the cage floor, leaning with her back against the bars. The cage was just high enough to allow her to sit straight this way.

The man looked down at Melissa, now locked in the transport cage and said, “I’ll be with you in a moment.” Without waiting for an answer he pulled out his phone and started calling someone. Soon he was in a cordial conversation. Melissa couldn’t understand anything because he was talking in Ghrabesian. But the voice at the other end was female and she imagined he was checking in with his wife. He walked around the entrance area as he was speaking and ended up looking out of the windows on the other side.

Melissa sighed and rubbed her wrists. She wanted these chains off. Why did they even need to keep her chained in here? She was caged anyway! She took account of her situation. She had suffered so many indignities today. And the airport police had taken everything from her. Literally everything she thought, looking down at herself. She was naked and collared. “Up to code,” as Mr Mengistu, the legal officer, she was sure would attest if he could see her. It was time for them to give her to Arbek so they could move on with their lives.

Then the door opened and someone came in from outside. Melissa peered through the bars of her cage. She recognised him. It was the legal officer. “Mr Mengistu!” she called out. “Mr Mengistu!”

The legal officer, who had just finished a cigarette break, stopped and turned. He appeared surprised at the call of his name. His gaze went down at the cage and he saw her. Recognition flashed on his face. “Ah, Miss Maurer! I see you are ready for pick up!”

“Mr Mengistu!” She cried again unnecessarily. Melissa grabbed the bars of her cage.

“Mr Mengistu! There is a misunderstanding. I was supposed to be released to Mr Gurtan but they put me here. I think they want to ship me somewhere,” she said desperately. And added: “Sir!”

The legal officer approached the cage. He stood before her and looked down at Melissa. Melissa looked up at him through the bars of her cage.

“There is no misunderstanding Miss Maurer”, he explained. “We did say that a few checks were needed before you could be cleared for import. We do not perform these checks in-house. This is an airport after all. The courier here” and he nodded toward the man who was still on the phone “will bring you to the Health Office and they will perform the checks.”

“What kind of checks are these?” Melissa asked bewilderedly.

“Oh just the standard procedure for livestock,” the legal officer said. “As a slave you are not an immigrant but an import. An import of livestock to be precise. And all livestock have to undergo routine checks upon import unless they have already been certified. It is in the regulations for import of livestock.”

“Livestock,” Melissa repeated. “Livestock…” She was speechless. “But, but…” She wanted this nightmare to end, she wanted to be released to Arbek but it seemed like she would be going on a detour.

“Yes, because of diseases and they check for overall health.” He leaned on her cage as if this was a casual chat and he was making himself comfortable. “We don’t want to import diseases into Grabesh and have them spread here. Normally livestock imports come from the port. People usually relocate livestock via ships. That is much cheaper. It is rare that it is us who send animals to the Health Office for checkup.”

“Look, this is all a big mistake, Mr Mengistu,” she pleaded desperately from her cage, glossing over him referring to her as an animal.

In her unease, Melissa transitioned from sitting to kneeling. The cage's bars restricted her from lifting her head fully, so she arched her back so she could make eye contact with the man who was her last hope of getting out of her situation.

She gathered all her courage and said: “I’m not really a slave. This was just a ruse to get through the border checkpoint. It was a stupid idea. I understand that now. We thought this would be quick and easy. We were wrong. I take it back. I’m not really a slave. And I’m ready to bear the consequences and go into immigration detention.”

“I see,” The legal officer looked down at her. “Unfortunately, Miss Maurer, you have declared yourself a slave in front of witnesses. As a free woman you had ownership of yourself. That means you had the right to transfer that ownership to someone else. By declaring yourself Mr Gurtan’s slave you have transferred your ownership of yourself to him. There are witnesses that you have done so and it has been formally documented. That makes you Mr Gurtan’s slave. As a slave you can’t undo this by declaring yourself to be free or ‘not really a slave’ as you put it. If it was that simple, all slaves would just declare themselves to be free. Only your owner, Mr Gurtan, can free you from your enslavement to him. Your boyfriend would need to free you and only that would release you from slavery.”

“Can you get him here?” she tried. “He is waiting for me here at the airport. If you make an announcement, he will come and we will set this straight. I can’t take this Mr Mingutsu,” she sobbed. “I want out of this cage,” she said and tried to grab for the bars in front of her, but in her kneeling position her ankles were further away and the central chain went taut just before she could reach them, so she put her hands back on the floor.

“I want these chains of me,” she said, lifting up her chained wrists.“ And I want my clothes back,” she said, covering her breasts with her hands. “Please, Mr Mengistu before this guy comes back and takes me away.”

Kneeling proved too uncomfortable within the confines of this cage so Melissa moved back into a sitting position and raised her eyes to the officer with a beseeching look.

“It is ok, Miss Maurer,” he said. “Don’t worry. As I said: As livestock you need to undergo the standard checks. I can’t change that. And in any case, there is nothing wrong with getting a health check. Think about it Miss Maurer, what if they find something you didn’t even know about. Then you might be glad that you had an extra health check.” He concluded, “We have a great health care system here in Grabesh. You’ll see. It will be fine.”

He tapped Melissa’s cage twice. “Okay, I’ve got to go now. It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Maurer.” Then he gave her one last smile, turned around and left her.

Melissa was left dumbfounded in her cage.

The supervisor had not mentioned that she would be transported to some other place to be checked. And with sudden worry the thought flashed in her mind, “How would Arbek find her?” He had wanted to pick her up from the airport police after what was supposed to be formalities. Well, those had been quite the formalities! But when he turned up now, she would no longer be here. She hoped that the police would tell him where they had brought her.

She had settled to sit with her legs crossed inside the confined space of the cage, a position that inadvertently left her vagina somewhat exposed to observers. However, her handcuffed hands naturally fell in front of her, providing a shield for her most private area from direct sight, while still leaving the top portion of her pubic hair visible.

She had had enough of this. More than enough. She wanted to get out of here. But these people had her helplessly trapped. When she got out of here she would be so mad at Arbek! Arbek and his careless happy go lucky attitude. He just didn't think things through. She looked down and saw the shackles around her ankles, her wrists and the chain linking them in front of her wiry pubic hair. This is where Arbek's incompetence to plan had got her.

And had the legal officer just referred to her as an “animal”? The thought suddenly flashed in her mind. An “animal” and “livestock”, she recalled with a sting in her gut.

She looked up through the bars of her cage and saw the man, the courier, approaching her.

“Alright, ready to go Miss Maurer?” The courier said while loosening the brakes on the wheels of the dolly. He chuckled as if he had made a joke. He took the handle of the dolly and pulled Melissa behind him in her cage while humming to himself.

He pushed through the exit, revealing a step leading out. Melissa jolted in her cage as the front wheels fell off the step, eliciting a sharp grunt from her, followed by another jolt from the rear wheels. The courier didn't hold the door, so it struck the cage on its way back, dragging along the metal bars before shutting once the cage was clear.

As Melissa was pulled out of the door, she felt the warmth enveloping her, a stark contrast to the air-conditioned coolness of the airport. It was like passing through an invisible barrier into a balmy embrace, which she found comforting.

Glancing around, she saw they were in a parking area. The dolly's wheels grumbled loudly over the asphalt, and the cage's metal base trembled, causing her chains to jingle and stimulating her bare skin. The vibrations created tingles of lust in her vagina, igniting a subtle flare of arousal that made her current exposed state more bearable.

The sun was already setting. Only a short distance later, they moved out of the building's shadow, and Melissa's pale skin basked in the gentle warmth of the late sun.

The courier pulled her to a parked van, opened the doors at the back and unfolded a ramp. He pulled the dolly with Melissa up the ramp into the van.

He unloaded the cage from the dolly and fastened it to fixtures on the wall of the van. As he was busy doing this, he asked Melissa: "By the way, my name is Karel. What's your name Miss Maurer?"

"I am Melissa," she replied.

"Melissa," he repeated. "So why are you here?"

"Because this country is insane and uses humans as slaves," she answered.

Karel laughed, "Yes, that is true. But you are a white woman. You are not from here. How did you end up as a slave in this cage, here at the airport?"

"Because my boyfriend is an idiot,” Melissa said, not in a mood to relive the day’s events. She exasperatedly raised her chained hands. ”My boyfriend told me not to worry and that he had a plan."

Karel laughed. "And how is that working out for you?" he asked.

"Not very well," Melissa answered feeling desperate and amused at the absurdity of her situation at the same time. The courier seemed to be friendly. He did not have one of those dreaded taser-batons as the officials at the airport were carrying. Sure, he was treating her like a caged animal, but she understood that he viewed her as a slave and from his perspective he was handling her appropriately. But he was also talking to her like a person. Melissa took a chance and requested, “Karel, Sir, if I may, could I please have something to drink? I haven’t had any food for hours.”

Karel, surprised by her request, looked at her. Then he smiled. “Sure, why not? I still have something.” He left the cargo hold and fetched something from the driver’s cab. When he returned, he was holding a bottle of coke. It was still half full. He unscrewed it and held it through the bars of her cage.

Melissa bent towards the bottle, and Karel tilted it with care, allowing the liquid to trickle into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly several times. Despite the coke being warm and flat from sitting in the heat of the van, her thirst was so great that it didn't bother her. She gripped the bars at the front of the cage for balance. After a few gulps, she paused for air, and Karel held off. She then returned her mouth to the bottle, drinking more until satisfied. Karel remained patient, letting her drink at her pace. She then expressed her gratitude, saying, "Thank you, Sir," and Karel withdrew the bottle.

Karel pulled the final strap tight, fixing her cage to the wall of the van. “Alright, off we go,” he said, stepped out of the cargo hold, folded the ramp back in and shut the doors.

The van's rear suddenly darkened, but Melissa noticed light filtering in from a wide window panel on her right, connecting to the driver's cab. This window stretched across the full width of the van, offering a view into the cab and, from her low position in the cage, an upward view through the windshield.

She heard the door open and Karel entering on the driver’s side. Melissa saw Karel look through the window checking on her quickly and then he started the engine. She heard the motor and the wheels turning as the van pulled out of the parking lot.

A few minutes later they were on the street, and Melissa shook up and down in her cage from the bumps in the road.

Her mind was spinning. What would happen next? The legal officer had said she was to be checked for diseases. She hoped that it was just a matter of a physical examination. Maybe some blood tests. No, hopefully no blood tests, she thought.

She tried not to worry.

Melissa was thirsty and she was sweating in the humid heat of the van. Her stomach was growling and she felt dizzy. She hoped they would be at the Health Office soon.

5. In Transit

The van shook frequently as it traversed the uneven road. As heat built up the cargo hold became oppressively hot and muggy. Sweat trickled down Melissa's face and body as she sat with her legs crossed in the cage. She leaned back against the bars of the cage but still swayed a bit with each turn the van took. Melissa wished she could spread her arms and hold the side bars for support, but her handcuffs forced her hands to remain in front of her. To her right, she could see through a window into the driver's cabin. This vantage point offered her a glimpse of the cab's roof and the expansive sky beyond the windshield, now painted in the deepening hues of sunset, transitioning from vibrant orange to darker shades.

After some time, Melissa maneuvered within the tight confines to lie on her back. Given the cage's narrow and elongated shape, she was unable to extend her legs. She rested her head on the hard metal base with her legs bent and feet pressed against the cage's far bars. This position offered more comfort; she was able to ease the tension in her stomach muscles. From this position she could look out of the window, now ahead of her. She allowed her knees to fall open, resting against the cage's side bars. What a relief!

She remained in that posture for what felt like an extended period, sensing the road's tremors through the cage floor and the slight shake of the bars against her knees. Over time, the bars pressing against her knees became bothersome, so she adjusted by crossing her ankles beneath the opposite knees, allowing her knees to rest atop her ankles. This created a triangle with her legs, where her upper thighs were two sides, and her joined lower legs formed the third.

Melissa longed to stretch out her legs. Although the cage's bars had enough space for her to slide her lower legs through, her ankle chains prevented her from doing this.

She wanted to cushion her head with her hands against the hard steel floor of the cage, but the central chain didn’t allow her to bring her hands up. With a sigh, she settled for resting her cuffed hands in the space between her navel and her pubic region. As comfortable as she could make herself, she lay there, her eyes fixed on the window, watching the sky's palette as the sun dipped below the horizon.

As time drifted by, her hands drifted lower, and she began to idly twirl her pubic hair, unconsciously giving her labia a gentle pull or softly brushing her clitoris. Though not driven by a desire to masturbate in her miserable state, these subtle touches brought her comfort. Her mind wandered to more joyful memories, like those from just days before when she and Arbek shared a bed. She recalled him enveloping her from above, his body close, planting tender kisses along her neck as she held him back, breathing in his essence, feeling enveloped in warmth and affection.

"How are you doing back there Melissa?" She heard Karel call from the driver’s cab. She saw him looking at her through the rear view mirror through the window. Damn!

Startled, Melissa crashed out of her daydream. She abruptly withdrew her hands from her vagina and snapped her knees shut, mortified to have inadvertently displayed herself so openly. She had not noticed the mirror through which Karel could see her. She imagined how her position would offer him a clear and inappropriate view of her. It was deeply unsettling that anyone would witness her in such a vulnerable state. How long had he been watching her? She shuddered at the thought that he had probably been keeping an eye on her the entire time.

"Enjoying yourself?" Karel teased with a laugh. He looked forward again, presumably focusing again on driving, which Melissa was grateful for.

Struggling, Melissa attempted to right herself into a seated posture. "I'm fine," she shouted back over the rumble of the van, wincing as she banged her head against the cage's upper bars. "Ouch, damn it!" she muttered under her breath.

Damn, how much had he seen? She worried silently. The thought that he might believe she was indulging in self-pleasure made her uneasy, but there was no undoing what had been seen. Her gaze drifted back to the window, noting the deepening darkness. They must've been on the road for what seemed like an hour or two, at least from her perspective.

No, she wasn’t “fine” at all, she reflected bitterly once she managed to sit cross-legged again. She was thirsty, needed to use the bathroom, and this journey felt endless.

"Karel? Karel, Sir!" she called him. When she saw his eyes in the rear view mirror looking at him she told him about her need to relieve herself and Karel promised they’d stop at the next gas station.

After what appeared like another half hour of travel the van pulled over and stopped.

She listened as Karel exited the vehicle, followed by the sound of fuel flowing into the tank. The need to urinate had intensified, and now, with the prospect of a stop at the gas station, her bladder's urgency spiked.

Footsteps signaled Karel walking away, likely to settle the payment. Upon his return, he maneuvered the van a short distance to a parking spot, where she felt the vehicle halt and the engine go silent.

"At last," Melissa thought with a mixture of relief and anticipation. The confines of the cage would soon be behind her, at least temporarily, for the much-needed bathroom break. She pondered whether Karel would escort her to the restroom, contemplating the logistics of her situation. Being unclothed and shackled, escape was hardly feasible, yet she wondered if he'd trust her to enter the women's restroom alone. Ever since she had regrettably declared herself a slave, her movements had been strictly controlled, with no semblance of an opportunity for escape. Now, the simple act of using the restroom without direct oversight felt like a small, albeit bitter, increase of freedom compared to the stringent custody she'd endured over the recent hours.

She heard the driver’s door open and Karel exit.

A sinister thought crept into her thoughts. Surely, Karel intended to take her to a proper restroom, didn't he? The dreadful alternative loomed; what if he expected her to relieve herself out in the open, right there beside the parking area, under his vigilant watch? The thought of being exposed like that, in full sight of any bystanders taking a break, made her wince. The image of herself, squatting vulnerably, relieving herself at a bush like a dog being walked by his master, was humiliating. She hoped that the van was at least strategically parked to shield her from any prying gazes.

By the time Karel had entered the van and unlocked the cage Melissa was already panicking. As she maneuvered herself out of the cage and stood up she pleaded to him: “Please Sir, you are taking me to a proper bathroom right? You won’t make me pee outside in the bushes won’t you? I’m not a dog! I don’t want to pee outside, Sir! ”

She looked up at Karel. He was not a cruel man, surely he would not demean her unnecessarily.

“No, of course not,” he said. Karel was standing between her and the exit of the cargo hold holding a bag in his hand. Melissa, feeling reassured, calmed down and looked at him waiting for him to let her out of the van.

“Sit on the cage,” Karel told her.

Melissa moved in front of her cage and Karel helped her sit on it.

“Spread your legs as far as your chains allow,” he said.

Melissa began to worry. “What are you doing?”

“I’ll put a catheter into you. I should have done this back at the airport but I thought we might be able to just drive through,” he explained.

“What?” Melissa asked, feeling her panic make a comeback. “Oh my god, no!” Melissa exclaimed when she realized what Karel was intending. “Please, Sir. Please just let me pee. I will be quick. I promise.” She put her hands together pleadingly and looked at him. “Just let me hop out. I’ll be super fast and we can continue driving in no time. You don’t need to do this, Sir.”

“Miss Maurer…, I mean Melissa, " he tried to strike a more personal note,” it is perfectly normal that slaves are catheterized on longer trips.” His hands moved gently through her hair, from her crown down to her shoulders, in a calming gesture. He then embraced her from the side, his arm around her back, gripping her right arm while his left hand softly rubbed her right thigh. Melissa recoiled internally at the thought of how sweaty she must be, her hair clinging to her damp back. Yet in her need for some solace, she found herself pressing into him, resting her head against him.

Karel planted a gentle kiss on her crown. "This method is clean and straightforward," he reassured her.

He released her, then used his hands to gently open her legs. Melissa did not resist. Her gaze fixed on the opposite wall of the van as he gently separated her labia with his fingers. His fingers pressed her labia outward, exposing her vulval vestibule. Soon after, Melissa felt the tube sliding along her sensitive flesh, probing for an entry point.

Melissa longed for this ordeal to end.

The tube touched the urethral orifice, and Karel carefully pushed the tube into it. She let out a soft groan, "urrrrrgh," she whimpered and looked down at the procedure. She continued to express her discomfort with a series of moans as the tube advanced into her, causing a stinging sensation in her urethra.

Then she implored, “Please stop Karel this hurts!” She hoped he would stop but she did not dare close her legs or use her hands to push him away.

Karel stopped the insertion and glanced up at her. “You ok?” he asked with concern.

Melissa took a moment to steady her breathing. The tube was halfway in, but now that it wasn't moving, the pain subsided. She still felt an uncomfortable pressure and the persistent need to urinate.

As she composed herself, Karel realized his oversight. "Oh yes, sorry Miss Maurer, I mean Melissa. I forgot to lubricate this. Sorry, but it has been a while since I have done this," he admitted with regret.

Karel carefully pulled the tube out to Melissa moaning “urrrrgh” until it was all out again. Then he took a small bottle of lubricant, squeezed some of it onto his hand and smeared it around the tube.

I doubt this is even remotely sterile, Melissa thought to herself but didn’t say anything, thankful that at least the tube was now lubricated.

Karel made another attempt, and this time, though Melissa still felt uneasy with the tube invading her urethra, the discomfort was bearable. Eventually, she observed her urine beginning to flow through the tube, collecting into the bag at the end.

"There we are!" Karel announced with satisfaction, looking up at her. Melissa felt self-conscious having Karel observe what was essentially her urinating into a bag, yet there was also a sense of relief as the urgency in her bladder began to dissipate.

Karel produced a syringe from his kit. "Wait here," he instructed, stepping away to the front of the van. Anxiety filled Melissa as she glanced outside. They were in a public area where anyone could stroll by and peek inside. They'd see her, a young woman stripped bare, perched atop a cage in restraints, with a catheter protruding from her.

A vehicle exited the gas station, but it was too dark for her to see whether its occupants had noticed her. Melissa nervously pressed her legs together, despite the catheter.

Footsteps signaled Karel's return, syringe in hand, now filled with a clear liquid. Without needing to be told, Melissa opened her legs back to the position he had set them in earlier. Karel crouched down and administered the liquid into what he referred to as the balloon port. "To keep it in place," he clarified. "Keep what in place?" Melissa asked, puzzled by his explanation. He went on to tell her that the syringe had inflated a small balloon at the other end of the tube inside her bladder, securing the catheter from slipping out.

Karel gave the tube a soft tug, and Melissa experienced an internal pull, eliciting a discomforted "hnnnng" from her, but the tube stayed in her. Upon releasing the tube, the pulling feeling subsided.

"So this is staying inside me?" Melissa had thought the device would be removed once she had finished.

"Just until we reach the Health Office," Karel reassured her. "Then I'll remove it."

“When will we get there?”

“It might take a while.”

Melissa remained silent, grappling with the idea that this catheter would remain for possibly several more hours. Karel guided her down from where she was perched and signaled for her to enter back into the cage. She maneuvered backwards into it as Karel managed the bag connected to her. Once she was seated with her legs crossed on the cage floor, Karel placed the bag before her and secured the cage door once more, locking her in.

“Ok that went well,” Karel summarized. Melissa, however, wasn't entirely convinced.

“Anything else you need? Maybe something to drink?" he inquired. The heat had indeed left Melissa parched, having sweated profusely in the sweltering confines of the cargo space.

“Yes please, Sir,” she replied. She thought that she might be able to get away with not calling him “Sir”. But Karel was the first person since her enslavement who was showing her any kindness that she decided she would call him “Sir” anyway.

Karel retrieved the bottle from the front, once again assisting her to drink through the cage's bars. She drank the warm beverage eagerly. Afterwards, Karel withdrew, closing the cargo door behind him.

The van's engine rumbled to life once more, signaling the continuation of their journey. Melissa, now holding the catheter bag, laid down on her back with deliberate care to face the opposite direction this time. She bent her knees, planting her feet on the cage floor with them protruding through the bars as far as her ankle chains allowed, and tucked the urine bag between her legs.

The vibrations of the van resonated through the cage's floor, agitating the urine bag and, subsequently, the catheter inserted into her vulva. The unintentional effect was that this sexually aroused her; the catheter, functioning like a low-powered vibrator, was providing a steady, albeit unwanted, stimulation to her intimate area, constantly igniting little sparkles of lust.

Melissa tried her best to ignore it. Masturbation was out of the question. Not when Karel could watch her through the rear view mirror. She couldn’t bear the thought of Karel watching her relieving herself of the sexual tension building up in her.

As time went on, the catheter continuously channeled vibrations into Melissa's genital area, fueling a persistent state of sexual excitement. This ongoing stimulation was gradually eroding her resistance. Her capacity for self-control was limited, and the incessant vibrations from the tube inserted in her vagina were relentless.

Melissa decided to place the urine bag on her lower abdomen to dampen the vibrations from the drive. She held the bag in place between her cuffed hands. The tube, which was stiff, bent back towards the bag, creating a loop. This bending caused the tube to tense, and Melissa felt this tension against the inner walls of her urethra, leading to discomfort and an urge to urinate as the tube pressed against her urethra's wall.

After some time, Melissa sighed and returned the urine bag between her legs to relieve the strain. The tension eased immediately, alleviating the pressure inside her urethra. However, this adjustment brought back the vibrations, which started to stimulate Melissa once more.

Melissa knew that Karel would not like it, if she removed the catheter without his permission. Yet, driven by her frustration, Melissa wanted this thing out of her. She decided to remove the tube.

She pinched it between her thumb and index finger, giving it a slight tug. However, she felt an internal resistance; the tube stayed put.

Surprised that she couldn’t get this thing out of her, Melissa shifted to sit cross-legged again. She examined the tube going into her and pulled at it again. She felt an uneasy tug inside her, but the catheter remained in place. In her frustration, Melissa pulled with more force. She gasped as she felt a sharp, piercing pain in her lower abdomen. The pain eased when she stopped pulling, but the tube did not come out.

She recalled Karel's explanation about a balloon inflated inside her bladder to secure the catheter. He had filled it by injecting fluid through a valve in the catheter's side.

Yet, she was determined not to endure the forced arousal from the vibrations for the rest of the trip. She hated having this invasive tube stuck in her intimate area. In an attempt to deflate the balloon, she opened the valve's cap to release the fluid. But no fluid escaped. She tried squeezing the tube, but to no avail.

It dawned on her that she needed a syringe to extract the fluid from behind the valve, something she didn't possess.

If she had a pair of scissors maybe she could cut the tube and that would let the liquid out, bypassing the valve. But she didn’t have any scissors either. Melissa realized that she had no way to free herself from the catheter. This thing would be stuck in her until Karel decided to remove it.

She rested her elbows on her knees, buried her head in her hands and sighed, frustrated from her helplessness.

After a while she adjusted her position, lying on her back with her knees bent and her feet pressed against the cage bars. Carefully setting the bag down on the floor of the cage, she tried to find some rest amidst the persistent vibrations from the catheter in her, bracing herself for their arrival at the Health Office.

6. One More Thing

Melissa felt the van navigating through more turns, and the bustle of traffic became audible from inside her cage. She deduced they had entered a new town. After driving a bit further, the vehicle gradually came to a halt, then maneuvered backwards into what felt like a parking space before the engine cut out. She heard Karel leave the van, the door banging closed behind him, leaving a brief silence in his wake.

—

Ultimately, Melissa had not been able to resist the arousal induced by the catheter’s vibrations. Although she knew Karel was keeping an eye on her through the rear view mirror, she had succumbed to the need to relieve the sexual tension that had been mounting. Her orgasm had sent shivers of lust through her, albeit tainted by the knowledge that Karel was likely watching her in this private moment.

She rationalized that it wasn't her fault; it wasn't about being brazen. No one could reasonably expect her to endure such prolonged stimulation without seeking some form of release. She attempted to keep her actions subtle, hoping that Karel wouldn’t notice. Had he seen her do it? She didn’t know. She had not dared to confirm this either way, too afraid to meet his eyes in the rear-view mirror if she did. She hoped that he hadn’t watched her.

The vibrations from the catheter had felt more intense after her release. They were no longer arousing her but felt uncomfortable instead.

Over time, the continuous vibrations had once again stirred feelings of arousal in Melissa. The urge for relief grew stronger, and she felt despair at the inevitability that the catheter's constant stimulation would drive her to seek sexual relief again, leading to a cycle of her debasing herself repeatedly under Karel’s supervision.

—

Melissa maneuvered herself into an upright, cross-legged seat, not wanting to be caught in an undignified position again when Karel returned for her. She discreetly positioned the urine bag between her vagina and her ankles and waited.

Footsteps and conversation neared, then the van doors were opened. Melissa saw Karel accompanied by an officer in uniform, clutching some documents. Karel was pulling a palette with cages stacked on top of it. Karel took the cages one by one and loaded them into the cargo hold. Melissa saw one with a dog, two cats and a chicken. Each animal was in their own little kennel. Karel secured each kennel next to Melissa’s cage to the wall of the van using straps. After the cages were in place, the officer handed over the papers to Karel and departed.

Karel came back into the van to inspect his work. Melissa asked him: “Are we at the Health Office now?”

“No, this is the port,” Karel replied. “I had to pick up these for the Health Office as well.”

Melissa sighed. “This drive just never ends. I want out of this cage and I want these chains off.”

“Normally for this route I only pick up animals from the port and bring them to the Health Office. I was surprised to receive the pickup request from the airport today. So this has been an unusually long drive for me too.”

Karel checked that the straps holding the cages were tight. “The animals have been tranquilized for transport, that is why they are so well behaved.” Karel told her. He looked at her. “I have some tranquilizer in the med bag. Do you want some? I can give you an injection.”

“No, I don’t want to be injected with anything.” She hastily replied, horrified at the idea. “But I’m hungry and thirsty. Can I have some food?”

“You’ll be fed at the Health Office”, he said. “But I can give you some more coke.”

He got the bottle from the driver’s cab and held it through the cage bars for her so she could drink from it again.

Melissa drank eagerly, trying to replenish the fluids she'd sweated out, pausing for breaths between sips. Karel was patient, repeatedly offering the bottle until she was satiated. "Thank you, Sir," she expressed, already sensing a fresh wave of perspiration forming with the new intake of liquid.

The trip continued.

By the time the van pulled over and stopped it was pitch dark outside.

“Are we there now?” she asked when Karel opened the doors of the cargo hold and came in.

“The Health Office is closed now.” Karel told her. “We will spend the night here and go there tomorrow morning when they reopen.”

Melissa shut her eyes, processing this development. “But where will I sleep?”

Karel pointed at her cage. “You can stay here. I have brought you an inflatable pillow so you will be more comfortable.” He slipped the pillow through the cage bars to her side.

Struggling with the reality, Melissa questioned, “Are you saying I will have to spend the night in this cage?”

When Karel gave her a confirming nod, she protested: “No, no, no… This can’t be happening. I have been cramped in this tiny cage for so long now. And this,” she grasped the catheter's tube protruding from her vagina and, lifting it slightly for emphasis, “this will stay in me all night?”

“Of course,” he said. “You can’t go to the bathroom while you are caged. And I don’t want you to make a mess in my van.”

Melissa exhaled deeply, fighting to quell the anger bubbling within her at this injustice. This was so unfair! She imagined Arbek had by now checked into some cozy hotel, lounging in a plush bed, clothed, and certainly without an invasive tube in his urethra. He had the freedom to stretch out at will, while she couldn't even stand in this minuscule cage. Not to mention, he was unrestrained. She envied his chainless slumber and the luxury of a shower he must have enjoyed. Oh, how she longed for a shower! The scent of her own perspiration, accumulated over hours in the stifling cargo space, was now all too apparent to her.

The thought of sleeping in her chains horrified her. Her wrists were hurting from the handcuffs. She couldn’t bear being in them until tomorrow. Melissa pleaded with Karel: “Sir, please can you take my chains off for the night? It is exhausting wearing them for so long. Please. I swear I won’t make any trouble. I don’t want to spend the night chained. I’m caged anyway. I can’t run. Please, Sir.”

Karel gave her a compassionate look. “I’m afraid the chains have to stay on Melissa. This is for insurance purposes. If a slave is lost in transit the insurance only pays if the slave has been caged and chained. It clearly says so in the terms and conditions of the insurance contract.”

“Just the handcuffs then please,” Melissa begged. “You would still have me chained by my ankles.”

Karel considered that. “Hm. Maybe…” he pondered. “If I take off your handcuffs, promise me you will not take advantage of it! No escape attempts! And no reaching out of the cage.”

“Yes Sir,” Melissa replied with budding hope. “I swear. Please, I will be good, Sir. Just take the cuffs off me. They are hurting my wrists.” She held her cuffed hands in front of her.

Karel reached into his pocket and retrieved a bunch of keys. He reached through the bars of Melissa’s cage and opened the hated handcuffs.

“Thank you Sir,” Melissa whispered, touched by the unexpected kindness Karel was showing her.

“I just can’t say ‘no’ to a lovely lady,“ Karel gave a friendly laugh as he snapped the handcuffs around the bars at the side of Melissa’s cage. Melissa was now chained to her cage. But since she was also locked into it that didn’t matter. And the central chain was long enough that it didn’t restrict her movement in the tiny cage.

Melissa looked at her wrists, noticing the red, irritated skin caused by the handcuffs. She had painfully jerked against them earlier today; First when she had tripped on the stairs, and then again when the guard had used his taser on her. Even now, she would sometimes pull against them, not yet adjusted to her restraints. Previously, movement had been effortless, but now, her attempts to move were frequently met with the painful bite of her chains.

Karel saw this. “I think there is a cream in the med bag," he said.” He went out to fetch it from the driver’s cab. He returned with a jar. He kneeled before Melissa’s cage and, reaching though the bars of Melissa’s cage, applied the ointment from the jar to her wrists. The ointment felt cool and soothing.

“Thank you Karel,” she whispered.

“No worries Melissa,” Karl replied. “You are so beautiful. Your master must be a lucky man.”

Melissa smiled weakly but didn’t reply.

Once finished, he closed the cargo hold's doors, extinguishing the light.

Left in the dark, Melissa attempted to settle in for sleep. She positioned her head on the inflatable pillow Karel had provided, her head brushing against the cage's end bars. She placed the urine bag to sit just south of her vagina between her legs, feeling a slight tug in her while moving it around. She arranged her legs in a triangular shape with her upper thighs forming the sides and her lower legs crossed atop one another. Reaching up, she gripped the bars overhead, relishing the stretch in her shoulder after the prolonged restraint at her waist level.

She listened as Karel settled into the driver's cab, likely converting it for rest.

Silence eventually blanketed the space with only the soft breathing of the animals in their respective cages audible. As her vision adapted to the darkness, faint starlight filtered through the window. Melissa was acutely aware of the catheter but tried to dismiss the sensation.

She recalled the fateful events of the day deeply regretting their ruse at the border and wishing she could make it undone.

She thought about Arbek and their relationship. She called him her boyfriend but they had really only met a week ago at a party. Their relationship had taken off so quickly. Arbek was spontaneous and full of joy, unburdened by excessive concern, markedly different from her usual circle of white friends. His spontaneity had initially charmed her, but today, his lack of foresight had led to a day with more suffering and humiliation for her than she could ever have imagined.

Melissa wondered what Arbek was doing. He would probably be in bed by now. Was he worrying about her? She hoped so. Her life was in his hands. These people here viewed her as his slave now. That meant he owned her. Once he had her, he could do with her whatever he wanted.

If he decided not to free her he could force her to serve him. To do whatever he wished. She had no rights. He could whip her into compliance. He could sell her if he wanted. As a white girl she would fetch a high price, she was sure. People would pay for having an exotic slave girl like her. Arbek could make a lot of money selling her if he wanted. Then she would likely end up as a maid and sex slave to a rich Grabesian man for the rest of her life. She shuddered at the prospect. Could he have deliberately tricked her into coming here and becoming his slave to do that? Had it all been part of a big plan? If so, it had worked. She was enslaved and at his mercy. The idea seemed too sinister, yet it haunted her.

But Arbek would never do that to her, would he? No, he wouldn't, she was sure. Although she had only known him for a week she was sure that he was not mean spirited. There was no malice in him. And he had great friends. Three friends to be precise, one guy and two girls. All three were from Grabesh. She knew them and they had accepted her into their friend group. No, they would not be friends with Arbek if he was a bad person, she concluded.

He would get her out of here. He would track her down, wherever Karel was bringing her, to this elusive Health Office. And get her out of the clutches of this system. But would he? New doubts entered her mind. He was not mean spirited, but he also lacked discipline and was easily distracted. Would he persist in searching for her or simply move on when he didn't find her at the airport? She hoped he would.

They had not been a couple for long. She called him her boyfriend, but had he ever called her his girlfriend? She tried to recall an example but couldn’t. Did she mean enough to him to be worth the effort of rescuing her? Yes, she told herself. He would not give up on her so easily. She was a pretty girl and he couldn’t keep his hands off her. But what if he met another woman here? Would he be distracted and forget about her? No, that was absurd. She had to stop worrying, she told herself. She had to sleep.

She tried to shut out these thoughts and find some rest. Tomorrow she would be delivered to the Health Office. She would get through their checks and then hopefully Arbek would pick her up and free her.

Her thoughts kept running on for a long time until she finally drifted into an unsteady sleep.

[lovethissite]

I have read this story several times and have enjoyed it each time. I'm glad you are posting it here now maybe your new completed chapters will be published sooner. Keep up the great work and I hope the upcoming health exam will prove to be interesting and humiliating and the new slave will be shaved. Slaves should never be allowed to have any hair below the neck.

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@lovethissite:

Keep up the great work and I hope the upcoming health exam will prove to be interesting and humiliating and the new slave will be shaved. Slaves should never be allowed to have any hair below the neck.

Yeah, I remember people bringing up the shaving in literotica as well. It would make sense to shave Melissa during the delousing procedure at the Health Office (ups, spoiler). But my personal preference is that women do have pubic hair, so I just can’t bring myself to have her shaven.

That said, her pubic hair is not important to the plot, so people who like shaven women can insert an intimate shaving as part of her delousing when it happens.

As to whether the treatments at the Health Office are interesting and humiliating, I’ll let you guys decide!

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I love having her diverted for a Department of Ag check, and I haven't seen the catheter before in a slave story, which was a unique addition to the genre. It makes sense, particularly for long trips, or overseas shipments where you don't want the belly of your plane to stink like a urinal. Southwest Shipping fans, take note! I also like the idea of her panic growing as she is separated from her boyfriend and is consumed deeper-and-deeper into the system. You are doing a masterful slow build, and as someone who loves writing slow builds I also love reading them. Thank you for this great story!

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I love having her diverted for a Department of Ag check, and I haven't seen the catheter before in a slave story, which was a unique addition to the genre. It makes sense, particularly for long trips, or overseas shipments where you don't want the belly of your plane to stink like a urinal. Southwest Shipping fans, take note! I also like the idea of her panic growing as she is separated from her boyfriend and is consumed deeper-and-deeper into the system. You are doing a masterful slow build, and as someone who loves writing slow builds I also love reading them. Thank you for this great story!

I hadn’t even planned the catheter plot initially. I came up with it while I was writing the chapter. I couldn’t just have her waiting in the cage to arrive. Something needed to happen that makes the reader feel that this is a very long and tedious trip, but is also entertaining. And somehow I ended up with the catheter plotline.