Chapter 31: Slave Sheila

Despite their beauty and their elegance in their attractive evening gowns, all twelve of the young women were now slaves. Each was now the property of some client.

Sheila and the other females, led by Nina and followed by Kelly and a guard, were marched from the Auditorium. Nina led them down the hall into the stairwell, and the group descended the stairs to the lowest level of the building.

They entered another hall. It had been warm upstairs, but in the basement it felt cold and, in their thin clothing the girls began to shiver.

They came to a series of gray metal doors, and Nina stopped them between a door marked 'B38' on their left and 'B37' on their right. Producing a key from her pocket, the blue girl opened the left-hand one and led Anne and Caroline into the cell. She remained in it for about ten minutes, and reappeared.

Sheila observed that Nina carried both of the women's dresses over her arm.

Nina unlocked B37. She told Sheila, "You go in here," and unceremoniously grasped Sheila by the rump and propelled her into the room.

"Toni is your cellmate," Nina said. "She works in the Kitchen and Dining Room. You can expect her here later, when she's finished her shift."

"I'm hungry. When will I get something to eat?"

"I have no idea." She shrugged, as if the question was of no concern to her. "Ask Toni, or her guard. Hold up your hands."

She unlocked Sheila's handcuffs and removed them from her wrists but allowed them to remain attached to her collar chain, from which they dangled.

"Take off the dress."

When Sheila was undressed except for her shoes, stockings, and collar, Nina re-manacled her wrists. She gestured toward the left-hand bunk.

"Get some rest. Tomorrow someone will be here early to take you for training."

Nina turned and left the room. Sheila heard the door slam behind her with a metallic clang.

She looked around the small room. There wasn't much to see. A single overhead light was recessed behind a grill in the ceiling. The walls were painted a dull white over concrete blocks and were featureless except for the rear wall which held a closed door and on each side of the molding, a single clothing hook.

The bunk that Nina had pointed to was a metal shelf. Hinged at the rear, it was supported in front by two metal legs. Its only covering was a bare mattress and a sheet. Sheila looked at the other bunk to see if her cellmate's was provided with a pillow and blanket but saw that it was similarly bare.

Going to the interior door, Sheila bent down and attempted to open it, but her head bumped the door and even with both hands, she was unable to grip the smooth brass knob firmly enough to turn it.

She crouched down, and in that position she succeeded in opening the door.

Inside was a small bathroom. She saw no tub, but there was a toilet and a sink, above which was a mirror. There was an overhead recessed light like that in the cell behind her but, like the one in there, she found no switch to it. She wondered if it was left on day and night. Behind a curtain there was a shower. Of the four towel bars; two were unused while the others held a large bath towel, a face cloth, and a hand towel. She found a hair brush and combs, towels, soap, and other cleaning items in a cabinet under the sink.

There were no blankets or pillows.

Sheila felt exhausted. She longed for sleep, but the room was too cold. After washing her face and hands, she removed two large bath towels from the cabinet and lay down on the bunk, covering herself with them, and curled up. Almost immediately she fell asleep.

It felt like about an hour later when she heard the sound of the entrance door being unlocked. She groggily sat up.

A petite girl of about twenty, with black bobbed hair entered. She was wearing a French Maid's costume: A black blouse and black miniskirt, both of nearly transparent nylon, a white cotton apron, black thigh high stockings, glossy black pumps with three inch heels, and a white cap. She wore no collar. A young man, a guard judging from his uniform, was following her, but he stopped in the doorway when he saw Sheila.

"Shit!" he exclaimed. "You've got a roommate!"

"Well, finally!" the girl said. She smiled at Sheila. Hi; am I glad to see you! I was getting bored to death being in this cell all by myself."

She stopped beside the opposing bunk. She removed her apron and dropped it onto her bunk. She nonchalantly began to unfasten the buttons of her blouse. "My name is Toni; what's yours?"

"My name is Sheila. I just got here this morning. I'm awfully tired. And hungry."

Toni removed her blouse, apparently unconcerned that her breasts were bare under it, and she dropped the garment on top of the apron. She faced Sheila, displaying perfectly formed B cup breasts with tan areolas that were so small, about the diameters of nickels, that they made her normal-sized nipples look large in comparison.

"I heard that there were a bunch of girl's in today's shipment," she said; "Ten or so."

"There are twelve of us. Also, six boys and men."

"No kidding! Wow, I wonder how Crane's trainers are going to handle a crowd like that!"

"We were auctioned an hour or so ago. I hardly got any sleep last night, and I was asleep when you got here."

Toni slipped her thumbs into the elastic waist of her skirt. With a wiggle, she worked it from her hips, revealing a chestnut-colored, triangular muff that looked carefully trimmed. She let the skirt slither down her slender legs onto the floor and stepped out of the resulting nylon ring.

"I heard that Crane had some good lookers in this shipment, but you're a knockout! Are the others as gorgeous as you?"

Sheila blushed. "I guess so."

Naked, Toni bent down, picked up the ring of nylon, and casually tossed it onto the blouse.

She seemed entirely unembarrassed. Sheila watched her turn and walk to the guard.

She raised her forearms, putting her hands (which she had clenched into fists), beneath her chin, her wrists together. "I'll have to pay you another time, Mike," she said. "Tomorrow?"

The young man withdrew handcuffs and a short chain from a shoulder pouch. He manacled her wrists in the same way as Sheila's.

The guard showed no intention of turning toward the door.

He raised his hands to Toni's breasts and grasped her nipples, pinching them between his forefingers and thumbs.

"I'm pretty horny, Toni," he said.

"Oh my!" Toni responded, giggling. "I guess you are."

"How about the bathroom?" he asked.

"Oh, that sounds uncomfortable, Mike. Sit on my bunk. I'll take care of you here."

"No." With a motion of his head he indicated Sheila.

"Will it embarrass you if she watches? I won't mind!"

"No. Let's go into the bathroom!"

"O.K." she replied, shrugging. "If that's what you want."

They entered the bathroom and the door closed behind them.

The bathroom door did a poor job of muffling the sounds from within. Nevertheless, Toni and the guard kept their voices low, and the words that they exchanged were too inaudible for Sheila to catch.

She heard the sound of the toilet seat slamming down. She heard some muffled sounds, perhaps from Toni. A minute or two later she heard the young man's voice come clearly through the closed door. "Yeah, Toni. That's it! Yeah!"

Soon after, he began to moan.

Sheila heard little from Toni except soft and indistinct sounds.

Sheila lay on her bunk. She tried not to make any noise herself. It embarrassed her to think of having them hear sounds from her and realize how much sound the wall transmitted.

Once Sheila heard Toni's whisper, "Is this good?" and his response, "Mmm-hmm!"

Sheila doubted that they were in the bathroom for longer than fifteen minutes, but it seemed to last forever. Finally, she heard a loud "Aaaaah!" from the guard. Subsequent ones from him diminished in intensity and finally ended the vocal sounds coming through the door.

The guard came out first, without giving Sheila a glance. He sat on Toni's bunk for a moment, then lay back on it and closed his eyes. The sound of running water and the brushing of teeth came through the closed door. After a few more minutes, Toni came out. She sat on her bunk next to the guard's feet.

There was an embarrassing silence.

In spite of the towels, Sheila felt cold, and she shivered. She was terribly hungry.

After about a minute, Toni looked over at Sheila. "How was the auction?"

"We were sold," Sheila answered, not knowing what else to say. "All twelve of us."

Toni was staring at something on Sheila's bunk. She immediately glanced at Mike, whose eyes were still closed, and then back at Sheila. She put her forefinger to her lips, and then pointed to the towels beside Sheila and motioned with her hand. Sheila interpreted the sign to mean that she wanted Sheila to get rid of the towels, and she rose and carried them into the bathroom. She hung them on a bar and returned.

I guess I'm not supposed to use them as blankets.

"All I've had to eat today," Sheila said, "was some soup around lunch time. I'm starving."

Seeming not to hear her, Toni gave a little laugh. "I wonder who bought you? I wish I'd been there. If I hadn't been working, I'd have bribed a guard to take me to see it."

"I'm awfully hungry," Sheila complained. Toni seemed uninterested in her plight, and she was beginning to feel desperate.

Toni shrugged and yawned. "Well, I know how you feel. But, you know, Crane doesn't care if we're hungry all the time. It's an incentive for us to work in the kitchen. That's about the only way you'll get enough to eat. If you don't work in the kitchen and you aren't lucky enough to be a blue girl, you'll always feel like you're starving. As far as Crane is concerned, slaves can go hungry. He thinks American girls are too fat. Crane is kind of weird. He likes them skinny."

She smiled, stood up, and ostentatiously undulated her bare hips. "He likes them like me."

Toni's figure was as slender as that of any high school girl. Had Toni's hands been free, Sheila could readily imagine the brunette running her hands sensuously down her hips, mimicking a model attired in a formal gown parading across a stage, even though Toni was completely naked.

Toni glanced down at the guard again. She leaned forward, grasped his leg, and shook it.

"What?" he said, opening his eyes.

"Escort me back up to the kitchen, Mike. I need to bring Sheila a box lunch."

"If she wants food, she can make me an offer. I don't do favors."

"Sheila just got here, Mike. She doesn't know how we do things."

"So tell her." He closed his eyes again.

Toni turned to Sheila. "When we need or want something here, Sheila, we have to pay for it."

She paused, evidently searching for an appropriate expression. "If it's from a guard or trainer we, uh, trade. Sometimes Mike takes me to the beach. I pay him the way I did in the bathroom."

I see.

Sheila glanced at the young man and saw that he was watching her.

"You won't get me any food unless I give you something in return?"

"That's right," he replied, giving her a little smile. "You can owe me. I'll come back this time tomorrow for the payment."

Bastard.

"I'll do without the food."

He looked surprised, and his lips tightened. "Suit yourself, Cunt."

He got up, not looking at her. "I guess I'll go, Toni." He turned toward the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

The door reverberated behind him. Sheila heard the lock and then his receding footsteps.

Sheila's stomach felt emptier than ever and actually hurt. She began shivering again and she felt tears well in her eyes. She didn't want Toni to see them, and she lay back on the bunk, turning her face toward the wall.

I guess I made a mistake. I should have agreed to do what he wanted.

"That's too bad," Toni said. "Mike can be rotten sometimes. You're too attractive. I guess he really wants to fuck you."

Sheila felt tired but, as cold and hungry as she felt, she doubted that she could sleep. She sat up again, her back against the cold wall. She didn't bother to keep the towel up. Why cover her breasts when Toni didn't cover hers?

"Will I get anything to eat in the morning?"

"Sure. A slave brings pastries and fruit at six. We do our own baking here. You'll get just one pastry, but you can have as much fruit as you want."

"A slave comes down to the cells alone?"

"Oh no!" Toni said with a laugh. "A guard comes down to unlock our cells each morning. She comes with him. The only slaves who go around without a guard are the ones with gold collars."

"Blue girls?" Sheila asked. "Don't they have to be accompanied?"

Toni shook her head. "Crane trusts them to do everything. He even promoted two blue girls to be trainers."

"Crane said that some of us could apply for a position as a blue girl. Uh, do you think I could?"

Toni raised her eyebrows. "You mean that you're interested? I never heard of an untrained girl getting promoted to a blue girl."

"Does Crane have a rule against it?"

Toni shrugged. "I don't know. Not that I heard. If you're serious, I don't suppose it would hurt to apply. But, a blue girl's hours are pretty long. Besides that, don't show sympathy for us regular slaves. Crane will make you discipline a girl, and you'd better do it with enthusiasm."