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  I wanted my things back but I was afraid to step forward to retrieve them. What about the saying you can't take anything with you when you go? Why was my backpack still with me? “Excuse me.”

  They both looked at me My rescuer moved so the other man had a complete view of me.

  I blushed red. How stupid was I to draw attention to myself like that. “I just wanted to say, that those are my things and I would appreciate having them back now.”

  I harvested more confused looks. The one went back to looking through my things. My rescuer gave me a mean look. Why was he mad at me? I gave him his own confused look back.

  The other man was talking to him. My rescuer answered him and it seemed like they were arguing. The lab guy walked up to me with one of my German exercises. He was apparently asking me something.

  I reached out and took the paper and read it to them. They still looked confused. Maybe they understood French. I said a few words in French. They noticed a difference but they didn't understand. I tried Swedish. Still no help. Something was very wrong here. I went to my things and picked up a pencil and got paper out. I wrote Hello in all the languages that I could speak and threw in Spanish for good measure even through it was close to the French hello.

  They looked shocked. My rescuer took the pencil away from me and broke it. Tears sprang to my eyes and my mouth fell open. He grabbed me and pulled me out of the room. He said something to the man before we left. If I had to guess, I would say, it was to burn everything.

  I could feel how mad he was as he dragged me along. I fought to get away from him. I dug my heels into the floor. He jerked me along. I was making him even madder. He gave me a look of warning. I didn't stop.

  We turned a corner and a group of women were walking along. They all looked down and backed away along the wall so he could pass. They were all just as naked as I was. Again my mouth fell open. I had a feeling that women weren't allowed clothes here. They were slaves. I was pretty sure that I had stumbled onto the right idea. I was definitely in hell. This wasn't fair. I had always been very good. I didn't deserve this. My goodness had all been for nothing. He pulled me along behind him. He had picked up a bit of speed. I had to run every couple of steps to keep up with him.

  He turned and stopped in front of a door that again opened up by sinking into the floor and ascending up into the ceiling. That got my attention every time. He snorted at me but he was grinning a little too.

  We went into the room. It was huge. It was full of women. They were all dirty like I had been. The doctor from before was fixing them up again. They had all come at the same time that I did.

  Some were crying and holding on to each other. Others were in line for the doctor and others still looked like they were trying to get away. They were all around my age. They must all be from my college. I looked for someone I knew but didn't see anyone.

  Were they survivors or would my last assumption of slaves be more correct? I was getting the feeling that these people had bombed my school so they could get slaves. Who was capable of doing such a thing? And in the middle of America?

  His kind had noticed that he was here. They were bowing down to him. He walked over to the other women who were finished and all cleaned up. I figured he would toss me in with them but he didn't. He talked to his doctor friend who said something and pointed at me again. My rescuer didn't let go of my hand. He pulled me around with him wherever he went. I was getting used to it. He sat down on what could only be called a throne and watched over the happenings. The women were all being washed. He had me sit at his feet.

  Yep, I was his slave.

  After a bit another woman was brought over to us. She was pushed down to sitting too.

  We helplessly watched as the women were striped of their clothes. The ones that refused were slapped.

  Later another woman was brought over to us and made to sit at his feet. I had to wonder what the criteria was to be picked out as his feet warmers.

  This was dragging on. I really had to go to the bathroom. I looked up at him. He had already been looking at me. “Please, I have to go to the bathroom.”

  The others looked at me surprised. They had understood me.

  He just looked puzzled.

  “He doesn't understand me and I don't understand him.” I looked at the other girls. “You don't happen to know of anywhere where I could . . . go?” I shrugged my shoulders.

  They looked up at him, not answering me.

  He was standing up. He already had my hand. So it was extremely easy for him to yank me to my feet. He pulled me out of the room again. I heard men's laughter behind me as we left the room.

  He pulled me along for a long time. Into a funny elevators that didn't close in the front. I gladly held on to him then. We went down long halls. He finally stopped in front of a door. It didn't open automatically like the others had. He made a noise or said something, I don't know which and the door opened. He pulled me in.

  This room was entirely different from the others. It was a living room and a bedroom all in one. He let go of me for a second after the doors had closed again. I rubbed my sore hand while he moved over to the bed. He looked at me and said something. It sounded almost like dolphin noises.

  I stood where I was and looked around. This room also had all white walls but it had soft tan carpeting under my feet, two red sofas without backs and a coffee table. The lights were all in the ceiling. No plants, that was a shame because they would have looked good in here as a contrast to the red sofas. No bookshelves, but I had already guessed that they didn't know what they were for. The bed area was raised up a couple of steps from the living room.

  He was still sitting on the bed, which was a regular bed with pillows and blankets but it was larger so someone his size could fit on it. I was starting to realize how tired I was.

  He repeated what he had said before. I stared at him, sitting on the side of the bed. I could guess what he wanted. I wasn't getting anywhere near his bed. I turned to the door but it wouldn't open up for me. I looked back at him and he was, as always, looking at me confused. He got up walked down the two steps towards me. I backed away to the door. The plastic like wall was very cold. I jumped away from it too.

  He was watching me, looking unsure what to do as he shook his head. I had a feeling he was debating with himself. He grabbed my wrist again and pulled tried to pull me up to his bed. I planted my feet on the stairs so he couldn't pull me along without ripping my arm out of the socket.

  He grabbed me around my waist and heaved me up the steps. He sat down on the bed and I landed over his knees. The jolt of the landing shook my entire body painfully. A second later he brought his hand down.

  I hadn't expected it. It had knocked the wind out of me. The shock of it. It was so unexpected. The devil was spanking me. He did that? I would have expected him to push me into lava but not a spanking. The next spank followed right on the heels of the first. I cried out. He was so strong and I was pretty sure that he was going to break me in two.

  He spanked some more. I started kicking and trying to get away from him. He held my right arm tightly behind my back with his left hand. I couldn't stand it anymore. I was screaming for help at the top of my lungs. My bottom was on fire and he kept dishing out even more.

  First his huge hand would land on one cheek, completely covering it and then on the next one. Back and forth and back and forth. It was stinging and so painful. He was just so strong and I needed him to quit. I couldn't take the burn and my cheeks were on fire. I was picturing them with smoke raising up like my it had from my arm earlier.

  It was hopeless. My screams slowly subsided and crying replaced them. I weep over his knees, no longer trying to fight him. He continued the spanking even though it was very clear that he had won. I was laying limply over his knees as he continued.

  Suddenly he stopped and lifted me to my feet. My legs were shaking so bad that I couldn't stand on my own. He reached out and grabbed me before I hit the floor. Then he gently
laid me on the bed and sat down next to me.

  He was saying shh again. I knew that he wanted me to stop crying. I wasn't even really crying. It was more of a self pity sniffling. He ran his finger along my cheekbone while he spoke softly to me.

  A voice came out of nowhere making me jump. It was talking to him and he was answering it. It could only be an intercom.

  Had the whole ship heard me screaming? Why did I think I was on a ship I asked myself? Because there were no windows and because I had a ship feeling. I knew we were traveling. That only made sense but the ship was too big for that. This was a slave ship, only the cargo was all young women. We would be sold as sex slaves. This was all so confusing. I cried all the more.

  He stopped talking to his computer and looked at me saying something again. I didn't want to but I cried all the harder. I just wanted to go to the other girls and to the bathroom.

  I had to go so bad that it hurt. Being spanked with my bladder pushed into his huge hard leg hadn't helped that problem. I decided to try again. “I have to go to the bathroom, please.”

  He still stared not understanding me. How could I get him to understand? I racked my brain trying to think of something, but I couldn't think of anything. If I didn't get a chance soon, I would be peeing on his bed. The idea of that had my smile for a second. He smiled back at me.

  I shook my head. That smile hadn't been for him but against him. He pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me. I tried to push away from him but the spanking had left me weak. In the end I was even leaning on his chest sobbing.

  “I still have to go to the bathroom.”

  The intercom started in again after I had spoken. When it was finished. He picked me again and stood facing a wall. He said something and the wall opened. About ten different swirls opened up and revealed a bathroom. My eyes widen, watching the opening wall. That had him grinning at me. He carried me in through the arched doorway and washed my face clean. He held me with his left hand and washed my face with his right hand.

  How could the same hand that had been so violent with me a couple of minutes ago be so gentle now? Just thinking about that brought new tears to my eyes. He washed those away too. He set me down on my feet again and waited to see if I would fall again. I eyed the toilet over in the corner. I looked back at him and then back at the toilet. I wanted him to leave so I could go. He nodded but he didn't leave. I hung my head again. I was so close to my goal and I couldn't go because I couldn't tell him to leave.

  He lifted my head with his finger so he could look at me. He looked confused again. I was still crying. He picked me up, carried me over to the toilet and set me down on it. I yelped in pain and jumped up again rubbing my sore behind.

  He too started rubbing my behind. He even gave me another smack before he sat me down again. I peed instantly. I was as embarrassed as can be.

  I looked for toilet paper. There was none to be seen. He said something and the toilet seemed to come alive under me. I felt warm water washing me thoroughly and then hot air dying me. My sore bottom didn't really appreciate that. But it was nice to be cleaned up that way without me having to do it myself with him watching. He helped me to my feet again when I was finished.

  Then he sat down and peed. I guessed that toilets like this one were the trick to getting men to sit down. He wasn't in the least embarrassed to go in front of me. I guessed I was just a lowly servant so it didn't matter.

  He took me by the hand again and led me to the door. He was marching me out of the door again. I had taken a quick peek in the mirror, my backside was extremely red. He wanted the others to see that? He probably didn't care. I was just his slave.

  I wondered when he was going to start to ask me to get things for him. I wouldn't understand him and he would spank me again. Again fresh tears came to my eyes. He noticed and stopped and wiped them away.

  The people in the halls all bowed to him. He was taking his time walking and spoke with everyone he meet. He said the same thing to each of them. I was pretty sure that this was part of my punishment because they all looked at my backside after he spoke, men and women alike.

  He held my hand and we went back into the huge women cleaning room. Most were finished being washed and scanned. Four more women were sitting by his throne.

  He didn't let go of my hand. He said something and a couple other slaves came and removed the women from his throne foot area. He sat and I stood next to him. He pulled me onto his lap. My sore behind protested. I arched back trying to lift my behind off his lap. My breasts arched up as I did this. He looked at my breasts for a second before he repositioned me. He had me leaning on his chest. Everyone had a fine view of my red backside. His hand was resting on the back of my head, making sure my head stayed right where it was.

  We watched the last of the women getting cleaned up. Only one more woman was moved aside to the others, who had been sitting around the throne. They were all huddled over in a corner behind his throne.

  The others were all taken away. It resembled sheep herding the way they were pushed away. I had a bad feeling about them. I couldn't tell why they had been singled out. They weren't the prettiest of the women. Nor were they the ugliest.

  My rescuer picked me up and set me down on the floor again. He stood up, grab my hand and walked over to the group of women. They were huddled so close together. They were whispering to each other saying that he had beaten me and that he seemed to be the overlord here.

  Male slaves showed up and pushed them into a straight line. They were all facing forward. My rescuer looked each woman over. He even often looked at one of them and back to me. He smiled at me. After he had inspected all of them he said something. The women all looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders. He gave me a mean look that scared me so much that I took a step back and hung my head.

  A group of men came in. They came right over to group of women. Their eyes roamed over their breasts and thighs. Most looked at my breasts. I stepped behind my rescuer again. This seemed to please him. He repeated what he had said to everyone we had meet in the halls. After he spoke he reached behind himself and grabbed me by my shoulder and spun me in front of him so they could all see my backside. My face was aflame just like my backside. He let go of my hand and stepped in front of me. I wrapped my arms around myself and hung my head in shame. Had I just been claimed? Did they do that by spanking? This was just too weird.

  The others let me be for the moment. This was the first moment I had had alone since I was here. After a bit I looked over my shoulder. I saw that the men weren't just looking at the women anymore they were touching them too. It was all very indecent.

  I saw one woman spit in a man's eyes as he reached out to grab her breasts. A guard looking man grabbed her and pulled her away from the group. He threw her across a crate and beat her with a long thin whip-like stick that whistled as it cut through the air.

  Everyone stopped and stared. The woman screamed and tried to get up and runaway but another guard took her hands and held her still. My rescuer slipped his arm around my waist and held me tight as I sobbed for the poor woman. He pet my cheek again as I shook in fear. Whenever I turned my head away he turned it back. I had to watched her get twenty-seven lashes. The woman was brought back to the line when the guard was finished with her. She was shaking like a leaf. So was I. We all were. Would that happen to me next?

  My rescuer stepped back to the other men. I looked for a way to escape. No one was looking at me at the moment. I took a step back and then another. There was a door over in the corner. The intercom voice said something again. My rescuer turned and looked at me. His eyebrows were pinched together as he walked over to me and grabbed my hand again. He pulled me over to his throne, sat down and pulled me over his lap. “No. Please don't. Stop.” My begging was pointless. He couldn't understand me anyway.

  This was going to be worse than last time. There were so many people watching. He wanted to punish me and humiliate me.

  The first smack landed on skin that
was already so sore. I bite my tongue not to cry out. I was able to keep silent for about the first five smacks but then I lost all control. I screamed, begged and pleaded. In my pain I was even naïve enough to try to bargain with him. All to no avail. This spanking took the same course as the last one. First after I had given up and laid limp on his lap did he stop.

  He turned me on his lap and cuddled me again. He was whispering something into my ear that I couldn't understand.

  After a while he stood up with me still in his arms. He went back to the men. I could hardly hold my head up. I laid it defeated on his chest. How the other woman was able to stand there steady after her beating impressed me. The men talked with each other as if nothing had just happened. The women all looked just plain scared.

  The men stood back. My rescuer was calling them ahead one at a time. A man would step forward and grabbed one of the women by her hand and take off with her. I noticed that there were more women than men here. I had to wonder what would happen to the ones left over.

  The men were quick in deciding. They stepped forward and grabbed one in a matter of seconds. One woman got scared and tried to run but all the men were big and strong like my rescuer was. The man who had chosen her gave her a few swats on her behind before he pulled her away with him. I was surprised when one man chose the woman who had spat at him. He pulled a very meek woman behind him. After every man had chosen and left, my rescuer set me down and looked at me questionably.

  I felt like all the blood had left my face. I was very weak. I had finally stopped crying but I started in again when he looked at me so tenderly. He took my hand again. My hand was so tiny in his. He turned to the two women left. He said something to them and he turned back to me. I had no idea what he was saying. I just looked into his eyes. They were dark purple, almost black. That wasn't possible. I had never heard of anyone having eyes that color. Why was I just noticing that now. I had clearly been traumatized.