Chapter 6

Anne stepped carefully into the hall trying to remain as silent as possible. It was late and any Objects not in use were stored away for the night. Most trustees, not on duty, were also asleep by now. Dominique would have retired to her suite to do whatever it was she did alone and the place was about as quiet as it ever was.

Trustee’s enjoy many privileges the Objects do not. Trustees are issued overalls and a pair of lace-less shoes. They do not get rented out to clients, get to keep their first names, and can move around the facility with relative freedom. However, trustees still belong to The Foundation, they cannot leave, they must wear a collar, and their status can change for violating the rules. They enjoy the best lives at The Foundation, aside from Dominique, the only truly free individual in the facility. As a trustee one could almost forget they were abducted and turned into slaves ... almost, she thought, adjusting her collar.

Anne was brought here specifically for her administrative skills. Once she learned the reality of her new life, she came to realize being a trustee was far better than serving as an Object slave or a worker slave. She took to the job rather well after that.

Sometimes, she did take late shifts, but she would rather not be seen this time to avoid unnecessary questions. She felt her pocket and swallowed hard. The syringe, filled with a lethal chemical, that she couldn’t pronounce. What she did know was trustee Becca used it to euthanize Objects, when they could no longer be used for work or profit.

Anne opened the heavy door to the stairwell and descended to the lower levels. She thought of Aralyn, she was a nice girl and in the same position as Anne. They both enjoyed many privileges over the Objects but those could be taken away at any time. If Anne did what she was about to do, Aralyn, would have to take the blame and that would subject her to serious punishments. Aralyn was the only trustee with access to this sort of drug, of course Anne had her ways, but Aralyn would have no defense.

She reached the bottom floor, walked down a long hall, and entered another room. On the far wall of the room there were doors resembling those used to hold bodies in a morgue. Standing in front of the door she took a deep breath before opening it. She pulled out the draw and gasped in horror at what she saw. She didn’t see anything she was not expecting. In her capacity as the head trainer she had seen this procedure before. But, seeing Melanie in this condition for the first time nearly sent her running from the room.

Melanie’s torso was suspended several inches above the drawer by a metal frame. Her arms and legs had been amputated just below the shoulders and hips leaving only a short stump. The stumps were capped with metal plates drilled into the bone. The frame encircled her neck, midriff, and ran between the stumps of her legs. They couldn’t be scene, but two massive metal dildos penetrated both of her holes. Her breasts were squeezed at the base by a steel band causing her welt covered tits to turn a dark purple hue and bulge many times their normal size.

A feeding tube was inserted at her navel while another tube served to remove excretions. Her head was completely encased in a steel helmet. The helmet fastened around her neck and sealed her mouth, nose, ears, and eyes, cutting off all sensory information. A tube in her nostrils puffed oxygen into her lungs. This prevented her from suffocating but also bypassed her sense of smell.

The mask was drilled directly into poor Melanie’s face and her mouth was packed with dental putty. Not that she could have spoken any real words anyway, her tongue was surely removed as standard practice for this punishment.

The only part of the mask that could be removed were the four hinged doors that covered each ear and eye. Anne unclipped the ear doors and pulled them open. On the inside of the doors a rubber plug filled the ear cutting off all sound when the doors were clasped shut.