Chapter 7

Kim woke up disoriented. She had no idea where she was. She found herself lying on her side on what felt like latex. Her wrists and elbows were still bound behind her by that metallic rope the slavers used.

It took her a few moments to understand what had happened and why she was in a cage. At least, that’s what she assumed. The walls were close; they looked to be thickly padded latex. There was no indication where the door was in the one cubic meter she inhabited. She could move around, get up on her knees or lay down curled up, but not much more than that. The only feature in the cage was three dildos sticking out of the padded latex.

She had no idea where the light was coming from or the cool air. The blowing air disturbed her hair, but it wasn’t enough to stop her from sleeping the night through. The box was the perfect temperature for sleeping in, and the cushioning floor felt soft underneath her. It took her a while to remember how she got into the cage and then relaxed.

The building that Kim was ordered to was a mixture of a clearing warehouse and laboratory. The warehouse portion was stuffed almost to capacity with ‘items’ recovered from the slavers, and the laboratory examined them for their usefulness.

The body mods that the Commonwealth had were advanced; the way the Argetiean Slavers enhanced them was at least a level above. This building was the research area for this ship. Each ship that had a training center had similar facilities.

She was shocked with what she had found, surprised enough that she didn’t hear the instructions from the VIs on where to go.

“I’m sorry, I’ve been awake for a long time and trying to survive after escaping.” She had explained.

Medical protocols had kicked in, and she was given an examination. Unfortunately, exhaustion, dehydration, and malnutrition were the diagnoses. All that within the half day she knew about, and who knows how long before she had her memories purged. Worse still, the research protocols kicked in. A cage, recovered from the slavers, hadn’t been adequately examined yet. The slavers used the box to transport their merchandise over long distances. An exhausted slave presented the VIs with the perfect excuse to give the cage a test.

A partial test since Kim couldn’t put on the blindfold or the ring gag harness the slaves usually wore during transport. After shaking her head to clear it and licking her dry lips, she approached the two dildos on one side of the box. Knowing that she was being recorded didn’t help her shame and embarrassment. The dildos were the proper height for her to get her mouth over. First was water, and she had to encourage it to start dribbling the water into her mouth. It took her a while to build up the proper rhythm and use her tongue over the ridges in the realistic phallus to unlock an adequate stream of water.

The second one contained a highly concentrated nutrient past and was slightly salty. Again Kim had to work on the dildo for a minute before she earned her meal. After swallowing a good-sized meal, the flow increased. She gagged and pulled back to keep from choking. This was either the wrong decision or the right one. It was the right one for whoever was observing her and the bad decision for her. The flow of nutrient paste continued and spurted all over her face.

Panels opened in the latex pillows when part of the paste dripped from her face. One panel had a claw that snagged her collar chain and brought her face down against the latex floor. Another grabbed her wrists and bought them to the ceiling of the cage.

“Oww, that hurts!” She complained and cried again when she felt something strike against her buttocks. The next injustice was from the last dildo on the opposite wall of the crate. It snaked forward and pushed into her anus.

“Gah! What is it with you? Hey, what are you pumping into me?” She couldn’t help her groans as she felt some fluid pumped into her and start to fill up her bowels. “Hey, stop it!” Her collar chain was released, and nozzles appeared on the walls, water blasted over her naked skin, and the cage started to fill with water.

The plug pulled out of her rump, and the water drained from the cage. She felt much cleaner but humiliated. She collapsed on her side again and breathed deeply for five minutes when the door opened. Furthermore, the dry air flowed over her body, removing any moisture from the cage.

“Hey, Slave, you can come out of there!” She recognized the voice, “you look like a mess. A clean mess, but still a mess.” It was Private Isula. Kim didn’t even realize that she could escape the crate. In relative freedom, she stood up and looked at the redhead. She was still dressed only in the uniform top, socks, and combat boots.

“Have you been in that cage the whole time after I left you? I thought you were supposed to be taking the enlistment tests.”

“I was going to, but ... It turned out that I was too exhausted, dehydrated, and lacking food. The medical VI ordered rest, and the research VI decided the cage was the best place. Something about killing two birds with one stone. What are you doing here?”

“I received orders to report here to help with your tests. And I was just about to get some sleep too.”

“The sergeant VI did give you a bit of a chewing out when it called you in earlier.”

“That’s your fault, Slave!”

“How is it my fault?”

“You made me cum too loud. That let the VI know we were there.”

“Still not my fault!”

Isula ignore her protests,

“Where’d they get all of this?” Isula exclaimed, “It looks like a store back home.”

“You have stores like this back home, Isula?”

“All over the place, Slave! In all the cities and towns, though, this is more ... sadistic ... I think.” She opened a box labeled ‘collars.’ “They’re all shock collars.”

The redheaded private acted like a child in a candy shop as she started to open more boxes, “Oh, there are collars like yours too, Slave. Oh, my gods, you’re a kinky girl!”