Flashback - Slavery begins

Posted on Fri Jan 3rd, 2020 @ 10:56pm by Lieutenant JG Heather De La Rosa {Kelea-Salik} & Captain Gary Taylor
Edited on on Fri Jan 3rd, 2020 @ 10:59pm

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: Various
Timeline: 3 years ago
1717 words - 3.4 OF Standard Post Measure

~ USS Wildcat ~

All hell was breaking loose! The USS Wildcat was under heavy unprovoked attack from ships that had ambushed her. In Sickbay Heather was rushing around doing her job, triaging injured crew who were piling in through the doors. Moments later there was a loud explosion, so loud it knocked everyone off their feet, last Heather remembered was flying through the air before she landed flat on the deck unconscious.

~ Slaver Encampment, Somewhere ~

Heather awoke with a groan, as she opened her eyes she came to realise that she wasn't aboard the Wildcat anymore, instead she was in a medical complex she didn't recognise. Her uniform was gone and she was wearing a very skimpy outfit that left nothing to the imagination, there were straps holding her down on an examination table and there was a crude old fashioned drip in her arm, attached to something that was being pumped into her body. Whatever it was, it was making her head spin.

A gruff voice close by but out of her field of vision is heard. "This slave is awake." An Orion came into view. "Slave, you are receiving drugs to keep you docile until you can be sold and your new master decides what to do with you. You will soon be bound to prevent any escape attempts. Welcome to your new life." He laughed evilly.

"What?...where are my ship's crew?" She looked around. Just trying to think was making her head spin, whatever it was she was being pumped full of it was strong.

"Don't fight it my dear" The doctor appeared alongside her. "You can't fight, just let the drugs do their work and be a nice obedient girl." He looked at the guards. "A little while longer...she's almost through her first dose. Then you can take her to her cell."

The guard nodded and leered at Heather, "Crew?" He laughed sharply, "You mean the other slaves? You'll join them once the doctor is finished here. Then you will be collared and bound and placed in a cell. Oh. you'll lose your clothes as well." He laughed without humor. Letting the truth and horror of the moment sink in.

Heather's head swam as the drugs kicked in, next thing she knew she was on her way to a cell. Manhandled by the guards she was dragged along past other cells, some with men in before passing to a women's section where she caught glimpses of women in various states of undress as she was dragged along to an empty cell. Dragged inside she was left at the mercy of the guards.

"Welcome to your new life slave. Get use to it." The guards said as they tossed her into the cell. "You have no name other than slave and that is what you will answer to. Your previous life is over. Your new purpose is to please your new master in whatever role he decides for you to have."

"I don't...have a master!!" She flopped down onto the hard cold bed in the cell. There was a single dirty blanket with which to cover herself. The only food was bread and water not that she felt like eating, her head was spinning and she just wanted to lie down.

"Correction slave. You do not have a master yet but that will change. I can promise you that." The guard sneered at her.

Heather shook her head. "I am no slave!! The Federation will come for us! Just you wait and see!!"

The guard snorted and laughed. "You hold on to that dream slave. Your Federation can look all they want but they will never find you. Your in our hands now."

Heather shook her head. "No...they will come for us!" She lay down on the bed. "They will come...just you wait and see!"

"Foolish slave. You will soon see how wrong you are." The guard said laughing as he walked away leaving Heather to think on her new life as a slave.

[timewarp - 1 Year later]

Heather sat on her bed eating the poor excuse for food that was provided. Her dependence on the drug regime was now complete, regular doses kept her docile and obedient as it did for all the slaves. As the guard arrived at her cell she stood obediently awaiting whatever orders she was to be given.

A guard appeared at her cell entrance. "Good slave! You are learning what is expected of you." He barked. "Today, a new chapter begins. You will be bound and have a new uniform to wear. Does that please you slave?"

"Yes Sir" Heather Nodded and stood obediently waiting as she had been taught to do.

"Good slave." With that the guard ripped off the skimpy outfit Heather wore, leaving her completely naked. "This is your new uniform. Get use to it. Now, come with me so you can be fitted for your bonds,"

"Yes Sir" Heather knew if she refused that she would be punished and denied her next meal, so she obediently followed even though she was completely naked.

"My you are a good slave." The guard said as he reached a hand out and caressed her side. You still have soft skin slave."

Heather pulled a disgusted face as the guard touched her skin. She was drugged for obedience but that didn't mean her personality wasn't intact. "Don't touch me!" She took a step back.

The guard laughed. "Oh? Still have some spirit heh? That is good." As he brought both hands up and began to paw at Heather. His callous hands roughly pinching and tickling her. "They like women who have spirit."

"Keep your hands off me!!" She tried to put up a fight but only ended up backing herself into a wall with nowhere to go. She was at the guard's mercy and she knew it.

He kept at her, "Yes, slave, fight." He chuckled. He was like an octopus. His hands were everywhere touching her. Then he stopped and grabbed her. "Enough play. Time for you to wear your new jewelry."

Heather tried to fight but she was conditioned to obey orders and he'd just, more or less, given one. "Yes Sir." She stood waiting to see where he was taking her.

"Much better slave," He chuckled as he pinched her behind. He led her down a series of twisting corridors until they reached their destination. The armorer. "Here she is, a new slave. She needs a collar, ankle cuffs and wrists cuffs. make em tight, so she can't wiggle out of them.

"Got it. She won't get free. I assure you. Come here slave, shake that body. Time for you to have some additions."

Heather obeyed but struggled with the thought of having shackles and a chain. "You... You can't! I'm not some animal!!"

"Your a slave and worth less than an animal." Came the harsh reply. Now stand still while I put these on or you'll get hurt." The armorer said as he moved to bind Heather.

She wanted to step away but her dependency on the control drugs meant she had to obey so she had to stand and allow herself to be bound.
A pair of heavy iron cuffs went around her ankles and were fitted so she couldn't pull her ankles through them. Her wrists received the same treatment and finally a heavy slave collar went around her neck. "There, now don't you look the perfect slave? All ready to be sold." The armorer jeered. "I like seeing you Feddies brought down. You think your so high and mighty. Not so high now are ya girl?"

"Just you wait!" Heather looked at the armourer. "The Federation will come, I swear that when they do you'll pay for this!!"

"Ya got spirit girl. I'll give you that but it won't do you no good. Your a slave now. A breeder. Get use to it." Gave the gruff answer.

"A what?!" Heather looked at the guard and shook her head. "I am not a breeder! I will not breed!!" She didn't see the doctor approach from behind with her next dose of control drugs until she felt the injection. Her head swam as he gave her a stronger dose.

"You're a strong willed one." He looked at the guard. "Double dose from now on!" With that he left them to it.

"Yes Doctor it will be done!" The guard snapped before looking back at heather, "Now what were you saying slave?"

Heather gave the guard a blank stare. "I..." She shook her head. "Yes, Sir." She stood obediently waiting for her orders.

"Perfect! You'll make some new master very happy." The guard commented without humor.

Heather nodded. "May I return to my cell now?" Her obedience was without question.

"Yes slave. You will need to rest up. I'm sure your going to be quite busy from now until your sold." The guard answered.

Heather nodded and started moving as best as she could given that her feet were now linked to each other on a short chain. "Busy doing what master?" She looked at the guard as he walked with her leading her back to her cell.

"Lying flat on your back to begin with slave and having babies just like your new owner wants." Came the succinct reply.

"Yes master" Was the blank response Heather gave as they walked. On return to her cell there was someone waiting, he looked her over running his hands all over her body even going so far as to let his fingers probe her most private area. He smiled as he got the response he wanted. "You can unchain her and leave us guard, I wish to test drive my potential purchase!"

"Um yes sir. I'll unchain her legs. Sorry her hands stay cuffed." The guard replied firmly.

The buyer nodded. "That is fine." He waited for the guard to exit the cell before moving Heather back to her bed. He pushed her down onto it before stripping himself and climbing atop of her. He intended to make sure she was the perfect woman for him, all Heather could do was lie there and be taken advantage of. The tears running down her cheeks said it all.

[To be continued]