Fearful Future by Joe Doe / Part 11 by GreyRose

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This part was harder to wrap my head around than I thought, there was a lot more to tell than I had planned on. Giving a different feel to this processing center than what we've become familiar with through Big D and HCI was an interesting challenge.

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Sarah rolls over, feeling groggy and trying to understand why she is feeling so bruised and stiff. Then the past few day’s events slam back into focus. She sits up quickly and her head bounces off a low overhead. Falling back dazed, she decides to look around first, then move. She sees that she’s on a shelf, or niche that is inset into the wall.

The space is about 2 ½ feet wide and tall, and 5’ 6” long as she is unable to lay her 5’ 7” body completely flat. She can feel a thin pad of some kind under her. Looking outside of her space she can see a hallway that is 6 feet wide. Along each of the long walls there are 3 sets of 3 shelves, the bottom ones are even with the floor. She’s in the middle one which puts her about 3 feet off the floor.

Looking at each end, the one to her left closes off this hall with another set of three sleeping niches. The other end is a steel mesh wall with a door in the middle of it. She can see that there are a dozen slave girls in this section. As she was wondering what woke her, she heard a rattling in the corridor on the other side of that mesh wall.

Sarah listens as the slave girls nearby are ordered out and lined up before being marched away. She realized that slamming the gate open to a different section was what woke her up. She stood up to work out any kinks she had from her cramped sleeping arrangements. Several other slave girls followed her example.

When two wranglers opened the gate to their section, Sarah was one of the first in line. They were ordered into two lines. One wrangler leading with the other watching from behind.

In the tone of voice you would use on children that had problems following rules, the one in front lectured them. “Your collars are active, stay close to me and you’ll be fine. If you get too far from me you will feel a warning tingle,” Here he paused and Sarah felt an itchy sensation under her collar. “You will have 5 seconds after you feel that to catch up with me, or you will receive a level 3 shock.” He finished.

Without waiting to see their reaction, the lead wrangler turned and walked off swiftly. The slave girls had to trot to keep up with him. Sarah could hear the ‘snap-sizzle’ of a slave prod behind them, apparently the wrangler following wasn’t allowing any slaves to fall behind.

Sarah quickly got lost in the warren, as they passed dozens and dozens of those short hallways with the same number of sleeping niches in each. She had seen but didn’t really notice until now that the roof was also the wire mesh, with walkways crisscrossing above the slave pens.

They exit the wire mesh ceilinged maze and enter regular office like hallways. The wrangler turns into a large room and as he leads them to their place, Sarah can see that there are slave girls kneeling on the floor with their hands behind their backs and they are bent so far forward that it looks like they have their nose to the floor.

The lead wrangler orders the two lines on either side of a short wall, about a foot tall. Sarah notices that there are marks on the floor for where to put her knees and toes. They are lined up and told to kneel in knees wide, hands on thighs. Sarah saw two bowels in front of her, but at the moment they were empty. The wranglers stood at each end of their group, 6 slave girls facing the other 6 over this short wall. After they had been waiting for a few minutes, slave kibble and water filled each of the bowls in front of Sarah and the others.

Without thinking, two of the slave girls leaned forward to eat and their abrupt cut off screams as they received a punishment shock, froze the other slave girls. The two wranglers were laughing at the two twitching slaves. When they finish they drag the two girls to the end where the second wrangler had been standing and cuff the groggy slaves hands behind their back.

As the lead wrangler moved back to his previous post, “That’s what happens to slave girls that act without orders. You don’t move until we tell you. Then you will eat and drink everything in the bowls in front of you. If you leave any you won’t be allowed your next meal. Just like those two have forfeited their breakfast.”

He stopped and waited another minute, “Back hands!” Once all of the remaining 10 slave girls had their wrists crossed behind them. “Eat!” Sarah feeling hungry despite knowing its slave kibble, she carefully leans forward, with a flick of her head she sends all of her long hair over her left shoulder. The feeling she gets as she scoops up the first pieces, being fed like a pet bowels on the floor and no hands. As that feeling sinks deep, Sarah pauses the bits of kibble just sitting on her tongue, she feels totally controlled and helpless before the wranglers.

0717 shudders, the feeling of helplessness, of being controlled, lights fires in her pussy as they had cooled during the night. 0717 feeling better that there are free people about to tell her what to do and when to do it, digs into her slave breakfast happily. She even manages to finish both her kibble and water before they call time.

The 12 slaves are ordered to their feet and led out of the slaves dining hall. The two that missed their breakfast are last in the lines and still have their hands cuffed. 0717 follows meekly as the wrangler leads the group to a room that is about 40 feet by 20 feet. There is a raised platform in the middle of the far long wall. Standing on that is a slave girl that has a gold collar.

Their 12 is added to those slave girls that are already in the room. Those already there are kneeling, not making a sound. Apparently 0717’s group was what the rest were waiting for, as soon as they took their positions before the platform, and the two punished slaves had their cuffs removed, the class began.

The slave in the gold collar, led them all through intense slave yoga. They were pushed hard for 30 minutes, then given a break to get water. Then they are back at it again. 0717 was becoming stronger and stronger in Sarah’s mind as they shouted the various mantras with each move.

0717 has lost count of how many breaks they had, when finally the slave instructor tells them they are done for the day. 0717 feels good about her performance, she got corrected a few times as they got started but before the class finished she got rewarded with some slave candy! The black tarry bits weren’t in any way sweet, and took forever to get out from between the teeth, but to be praised and given the treat was the true reward.

0717 and all the other slave girls are drenched with sweat from how hard they have been working. As a group they are led off to a shower room, where they are all given a quick rinse and a chance to dry off by standing over a grate in the floor, which blasted out warm air.

As the slave girls are pulled out of the air blast, their collars are scanned and they are ordered into different groups. 0717 recognizes the same girls she woke up with are those she is standing with. They are allowed to talk quietly amongst themselves, but none of the slave girls are feeling very talkative.

When the two wranglers that gathered them earlier arrive, they collect 0717’s group and they are back to trotting to keep up with the wranglers' confident stride. This time they are all having trouble as they are exhausted from the extended workout they just finished. Instead of two neat lines the group of slave girls is more a cluster as they slow and speed up trying to keep in range of the lead wrangler.

The wrangler keeping strays from happening, has his radio go off. 0717 is too tired to try and listen, she’s focusing all her energy on keeping up. That and fantasizing about one or both of these wranglers filling her empty slave furnace or letting her give them slave kisses.

The wrangler calls out to his partner in the lead, and the group stops. The slave girls are all happy for the chance to catch their breath, as the two talk quietly away from the girls. “0717! Come here!” one of them snaps. 0717 quickly scurries over to them and goes to her knees spread wide and her hands on her thighs. “Yes Master.”

The wranglers continue a conversation they have been having over the radio. 0717 gathered that they were discussing locations here in the slave pens but she had no reference points to understand what they meant to her.

0717 started worrying, had she taken too long to get things right in the slave yoga class? She couldn’t think of anything else she might have done that would have brought her to the attention of any of the Masters. But still slave girls get punished just because it pleases a Master, and she was worried that someone wanted her for that. Would she be given a chance to please the Master before she was punished?

The lead wrangler had her walk right behind him as he got the group going again. Since she had the attention of a Master, she worked extra hard to keep up with him and not fall behind at all. 0717 had no idea as to where anything was so didn’t realize that the wrangler took a different turning and they were heading someplace different.

They came to a room 0717 actually recognized, it was the room that she had met 6302 at. But today there was no one in the room. The lead wrangler pulled a leash out of the cabinet and leashed 0717 and locked it to the desk like she had been yesterday. He also used a zip tie to bind her hands behind her back.

Without a word or comment, the wrangler led the gaggle of slave girls back the way they had come, leaving 0717 alone in the room. 0717 stood there not knowing what to do, the Master had not told her to assume a particular pose before he left. So she waited.

With no clock and nothing to do, time seemed to stop for Sarah in that room. Nothing moved, nothing changed. As an exercise she tried to work out how many slaves they could house in that warren, from her vast exposure to it. And that led her to other items that are needed to support an auction house & transport hub that this place was. She was lost in her thoughts and almost failed to hear when a pair of men walked through.

She snapped to the Present position facing them, as they stepped out of the corridor. But they were too deep in their conversation to even notice her. Sarah stood there not sure how to take that. She wasn’t important enough to be noticed! They passed her like they would some bit of trash on the side of the road. This was another way to show how low she was now. As Sarah Powers, no one dared to not focus on her when she entered a room. She was always the most important person where she went.

As a slave girl, she was beneath notice, until they had need for her. Just the same as a tool was there to be used, the only time you really notice it is if it is not where you need it to be. As this new view of where she stood in the world, another way of being shown how insignificant a slave is, worked its way through her it carved away even more of her self image. She sagged and whimpered softly, everything she looked at became otherworldly. She sagged against the desk she was leashed to, it was more important to a Master than she was as it was used to process the worthless slave girls.

Sarah felt a panic attack wash over her and everything seemed to fade from her vision. She was so lost in this new revelation of her status, she failed to respond when a Master stepped into the room and stopped within arms reach of her.

“Slave! 0717! Present!” the wrangler barked at her. The shattering of her internal focus, left her unable to think, to understand his command. But the hours she had spent this very morning responding to the commands of the slave trainer, her body knew what to do.

0717 snapped upright, her feet shoulder width apart, her hands behind her head with fingers interlaced. Back arched and her tits thrust forward, presented for a Master’s use. Her chest heaving as if she had been running, her mind a total blank. An empty space for the Master to fill with his commands.

“Better. Slave, face that direction and bend over. Grasp your ankles, keep your feet wide.” Like a mindless doll 0717 did exactly as ordered as quickly as he spoke. Her entire focus at this moment was to do exactly what the Master wanted of her.

“Count each stroke loud and clear. If you are too soft or slow, the count resets to zero.” Then his hand lands heavily on her left butt cheek. “ONE!” 0717 almost yells.

“You will also thank me and ask for another,” he barks at her again. Even as his hand lands on her right butt cheek. “TWO! Thank you Master, may I have another?” His hand is heavy as it strikes like a metronome, 0717 barely having time to complete her words before the next one lands.

Tears streaking down her face, snot bubbling out of her nose, barely able to focus through the pain. She almost can’t speak at all, but manages to croak out, “T-t-tw-TWENTY! Th-thank you M-mmaster, may I have another?”

Instead of striking her again, he steps over and unhooks her leash from the desk. Yanking her to her feet. 0717, despite the almost blinding pain of the spanking, is almost giddy. A Master saw her and she was important enough for him to take the time to punish her! She was of value to this Master. Even as she walked with an odd limping gate as her body doesn’t want to be moving at all let alone this fast, she had a smile on her face. The humiliation she had felt from being spanked like a child lit the fire of her slave heat. She wanted to do anything that would please this Master.

He led her down the same hall from this room as she took yesterday for her shower. But he goes further along the hallway before turning into a side corridor. He takes her through a door and through what looks to be a normal office space. 0717 doesn’t turn her head, but catches what she can with her peripheral vision. She sees 6 desks, only two of which have people in the wrangler shirts typing away at their computers. She can see a printer and 3 doors, with the one the Master is taking her through to make it 4 doors.

In this room there are cables crisscrossing the floor, so 0717 has to pay attention or she will trip. She can see a number of dioramas scattered about; a kitchen, a bedroom, a garden, and a few more she can’t see well enough to guess. She can also see a lot of reflectors on stands at a variety of different heights. The wrangler pulls her along until he finds the photographer, doing something with his camera setup.

“Hey Phil, I’ve got 0717 here for her account photos. Where do you want me to leave her?” The photographer is an older man with silver hair and a receding hairline. His shirt and pants look to be of excellent quality, eye-catching but not tacky and over the top. He’s several inches shorter than she is, but his wiry frame shows him to be in good shape.

“Hmm? Oh Ned, about time you got her here,” he takes the sting out of his comment by chuckling as he says it. “There’s an anchor post over there. Just attach her there,” turning to watch as Ned leads her to the post, he looks her over. “Good, I don’t need to dig out a key for her cuffs. I see she’s been a bad girl. Do I need to be ready for her to act up?”

Ned shakes his head as he snaps her leash into a snap hook. “I don’t think so. Mitch said she was a good girl for him. But she wasn’t paying attention when I went to pick her up. She needed something to focus her attention is all.”

Ned heads back the way he came, “I’ll be at a desk outside for the next bit, so if you finish before I leave I can take her back. If not put in a call to Mitch and he’ll get her picked up. If that happens, make sure she’s cuffed and on a short leash. That oughta help her stay focused. “ and stepped through the door.

0717 watched as Phil turned back to his gear doing whatever it is photographers do with all that stuff. 0717, assumes the Present position and watches his every move. Where before being ignored bothered Sarah, in this room 0717 was excited to be ignored by the photographer. To have her place clearly defined, as nothing of importance, gave her a flutter deep in her belly.

Finished with what he was doing he focused on her, examining her with the eyes of an artist, not a red blooded male. He unhooks the leash from her collar and with a crook of his finger, indicates she is to follow him. He indicates a sink with some paper towels and soap in the corner of the room. Clean yourself up, we want you to be sexy for your immortalization!

0717 blows her nose and washes her face clean, using some cold water on her eyelids to calm the redness from crying. Once she’s done she turns back to the photographer and scurry’s back to him. As she approaches him, he indicates a space where he has set up some lights and reflectors. It's a white tile floor and an off white pair of walls with a subtle cross-hatch pattern under the paint.

He puts her into the middle of this area and spins her around getting a good look at her. When she is facing him again he reaches to her crotch and drags his fingers in her slave sap that has been dripping down her thighs.

Holding his gleaming fingers, “Who’s the needy slut? Who’s the worthless cunt that needs a man to give her the shaft? …” He goes on like this for a few more insults, and 0717’s thighs clench trying to bring her any additional sensations. His talking down at her and using such crude language like gasoline on a campfire. She whimpers as her needing attention climbs.

Seeing how stoked she is, “Good girl, good girl. You just keep on like that and we’ll get you some incredible shots and immortalize those red buns for you in the national slave registry!” He whips up his camera and her photo shoot as a slave has begun.

He takes a number of photos as he gets her used to obeying his commands and he gets a feel for how she moves. And how responsive she is to his orders. She is highly responsive and the harsher he is on giving the order the hotter it makes her. 0717 is eager to give him every bit of skin, to bend and flex, the more degrading the pose the more she smiles. Whenever she can her fingers are in her pussy edging her on and lathering her up for the next shot.

He takes a lot more photos of her than are needed for the registry, but she doesn’t care. As long as he has orders for her, she will do anything for him. Eventually he can’t drag it out any further and puts his camera away. He moves over to the living room set and has her follow him. Sitting on the couch, “Ok slut, I want you to thank me for taking such hot photos for your account. Anyone that looks at these will want to have you. So get to it!” He finishes almost in a shout.

0717 went to her knees in front of him when he sat down, and upon his order crawled forward and swiftly opened his pants, taking out his manhood. Sarah didn’t have a lot of experience in giving a guy a blow job, but what 0717 lacked in technique she made up for in focus and her desire to please. And when Phil wanted her to deepthroat him, he just grabbed her head and pushed it down. It didn’t take long before he unloaded and she desperately swallowed everything he poured into her mouth.

Once he got his rocks off he was all business, and got himself and her squared away. He got her leashed and found some slave cuffs to secure her hands behind her. The loss of not being able to play with herself made 0717 whine softly, not loud enough to disturb the Master, but he heard her anyway and it made him smile.

Stepping into the outer room, Phil saw that Ned was gone. So he asked one of the wranglers at their desk if they would please get a message to Mitch that 0717 was ready to be picked up. With that he attached her leash to a hook on the wall and went back into his studio.

As she stood there back against the wall, her wrists linked behind her, she scanned the room. There was only one wrangler there and after he completed the call to Mitch he went back to work and ignored her.

0717 once again is practicing the primary activity of a slave girl, waiting.

A patient slave girl is a good slave girl.

[lovethissite]

GreyRose: Thanks for another great chapter. 0171 beside learning first hand what her company has been doing to slaves for her own gain. She seems to be transformed into a compliant slave herself. Please continue.

[Hagenherz]

SEHR TOLLE Geschichte, bin gespannt wohin für Miss Power der Weg führt !! Sehr spannend und in allen Richtungen offen geschriebener Roman !!!

[jeepster]

I think 0717 is ready for Arjun now!

[Jim927]

Thanks for another great chapter. I can’t wait to see where you take us next.
Jim