Chapter 6

With the stealth camera drone following her, Kim could see where she was going, at least partially. The camera drone’s position was over her right shoulder and pointed downwards. She could see the floor about ten meters in front of her, but that was it. The position of the drone’s feed in her vision couldn’t be changed. It was always to the top left and easily ignored. It was also not easy to focus on since it was always on the top left, no matter where she tried to put her eyeballs.

Still, she adapted to it as if born to it. She occasionally turned her head to the side and saw the blindfold blacking out the rest of her vision and the large rubber ball blocking her words. And she got a good view of the heavy chain leading from her collar to the bot that led her down the ship’s corridors.

She only stumbled when she went from the behemoth’s gravity to the ship’s gravity. The ship was pointed down and rotated slightly—the transition from one gravity well to the next disoriented her. Nevertheless, the sentry bot relentlessly dragged her through the disorientation and into the strangely familiar hallways of the ship.

Grey was the day’s color, at least in the featureless hallways. Grey walls and grey floors. The stealth drone didn’t point towards the ceiling, so Kim assumed that the ceiling at least had lights and other features.

She didn’t trip over the bulkheads when they came to them, with her feet unbound and the camera letting her know when she needed to step up and over. Strangely enough, the tight leash also gave her some balance to keep her upright as she walked. Of course, her breasts bouncing threw off her balance, but she was getting used to that too.

Kim also had no idea where she was going, but suddenly the light brightened. At least the camera had to adjust as they stepped through a door. She swore she could feel sunlight on her naked body and a cool breeze flow against her skin. And she felt dirt under her bare feet. She paused in confusion, only to be yanked forward on the chain.

There was nothing she could do to hide her body as he heard an audible gasp, a human’s voice. She’d be caught dressed like this, well naked like this, by a real person. She blushed deeply and tried to hide behind the robot leading her, but she couldn’t see the person in the camera’s view, and the robot kept going.

She even heard a drill instructor yelling out the cadence and various orders in the background. She was dragged along like an animal, like a slave. Finally, the robot pulled her into a building.

She knew she was cheating as the stealth drone gave her a good look at where she stood. She was in front of a desk, and there was a hologram behind it, something computer generated.

The robot detached the chain from its hip and turned to leave the room. “Stop Sd2893. Remove the prisoner’s gag and blindfold and set them on the desk. I would talk to her.”

Kim shook her head and let out a muffled protest into the gag. “The shock has been disabled temporarily, Slave Kim.” The male hologram’s voice was reassuring, so she stood still as the robot removed her blindfold and then her gag. It didn’t damage them from the looks of it but placed them on the desk before her.

She was able to look around. It was a dimly lit room, obviously an administrative room with many desks and workstations. She was standing in front of the front desk, still bound and naked.

“Umm ... Hello master.” She started off trying to keep in character.

“I’m not a master. If you must be formal, call me Sergeant.”

“Yes, Sergeant!”

“Do you know why you’re here, Slave Kim?” The hologram looked confused for a moment, “Is that your full name?”

“Yes, Sergeant, that’s my full name.”

“Your parents named you slave?”

“No, Sergeant. But that’s what my name is now in my ID, and I can’t change it.”

“Not without the proper software, you can’t. I’ll write you down as Slave Kim in our logs.”

Kim looked down, “Yes, Sergeant.” She pulled on her bound arms and looked back up, “Can you free me from these restraints?”

“Not yet. We don’t know if you’re friend or foe.”

“I’m a friend, Sergeant. I was captured just after my eighteenth birthday and before my enlistment enrollment.”

“We do have a picture on file that looks like you. With a record. Since the crash, everything was corrupted.” The monitor turned to face Kim. She saw the record that EB had hacked into the system. “Is this you?”

“Yes, Sergeant.”

“Can you prove that you aren’t a threat to us?”

She bit her lip, “I don’t know, Sergeant. What do I need to prove it? I don’t have any paperwork or identification. All I have is what you see.”

The hologram brought his fingers together before him. “We can give you an examination. It will be intensive and intrusive. But if you pass it and we don’t detect anything that would harm us, we’ll admit you into the basic training facility.”

“How long with that take, sergeant?”

“About a day.”

“What if I say no?”

“We’ll have to put you in a cage.”

“No, I’ll be good, Sergeant. I’ll take whatever test you want me to.”

“Good, we’ll start with the recruitment tests. All recruits must take a written test and a medical test. This is to determine what branch of service you will join. The options are split between the ship handlers, the front-line combat soldiers, and the operations people. Do you know the difference?”

“Ummm ... I guess the ship handlers are like the people who pilot and operate the ships. The operations people handle the paperwork, and the front-line combat soldiers are everyone else?”

“That’s close enough. The ship handlers deal with teams in the thousands and handle the operations of the big ships. Everything that deals with those ships, firing the big guns, moving the ships around, that sort of thing. They do not handle boarding actions, though. That’s left to us, the front-line soldiers. So this training base is for basic training for the front line path.”

“Oh ... Can I be a mech pilot in the front line path, Sergeant?”

“Ahhh ... One of those.”

“One of those, Sergeant?”

“The Kim Stone fan girls.” Kim blushed deeply and looked down at the ground.

“The hair color is a giveaway. All the Stone fan girls have it. However, becoming a mech pilot is not easy, and you might not have the ability to adapt to it.”

“I’ll do my best, Sergeant! Please let me try!” She looked up at the hologram, trying to look confident. The situation wasn’t helped that her collar chain swung forward with the actions of her head and rattled against her breasts.

“First, you need to pass the tests, Slave Kim. We also have to check a few other things.”

“I’ll do my best, Sergeant.” She started to bounce a little on her bare feet.

“You do remember that you’re naked, don’t you, Slave Kim?”

“Eeep” She tried to bend over and cover herself again, but with her wrists bound behind her back, she couldn’t do much to hide.

“The first test, Slave Kim, is to go out that door and cross the courtyard to the testing facility.”

“Naked? Sergeant? What if ... If someone else sees me?”

“You’ll just have to go fast so they won’t.”

“Yes, Sergeant...”

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Slave Kim? Your gag and blindfold?”

“Yes, Sergeant.”

She had a look at the two objects on the desk. The robot didn’t move them to a place she could get to quickly. So she had to bend over, snag each one with her mouth, and drag them to the edge of the desk. After she got them close enough, she tried to do what EB told her. She bent her elbows and brought her hands towards the object by half turning and pressing her hip to the desk. She had to get up on her toes to get her fingers close, but she could finally snag them.

She headed to the door, glad it was a push-open door, and pressed back with her buttocks to the bar to open it and go out into the sunlight. Kim’s eyes took a few moments to adjust before she could get oriented.

It was enough time for someone to grab the chain hanging from her collar and drag her away from the door and some bushes. “Hey, Let go of me!” The blindfold was pulled from her hands and slipped over her eyes.

“Quiet, or I gag you too!” Then, she saw who had grabbed her on the stealth drone’s camera. It was a shorter red-headed girl. Her hair was done up in a bun behind her head, but Kim was sure it would flow down longer than her own if left undone.

The short redhead could barely reach 160 cms if she were lucky. Not someone who Kim thought would be in the front-line soldiers. Especially not with a pair of breasts that rivaled Kim’s own.